Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room.
He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off.
Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.
He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off.
Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.