Theron
“What’s a guy gotta do to get some good shut eye for once?” Theron groaned under his breath and rolled over onto his side, pulling his pillow along with him to tug one side over his face in a futile attempt to stifle to sounds of the other students gradually waking up. He was already a light enough sleeper as it is, but having to deal with the claustrophobic space and cold, hard floor that was the dining hall made it all the more difficult for the ashen haired incubus to actually get comfortable enough to fall into more than just a comatose state. After a few moments of curling himself up into a ball, hoping to steal at least a couple more minutes of rest before yet another day of monotonous classes and lackluster endeavors to feed, Theron eventually gave up and forced himself to get out of his makeshift bed. Rising to his feet, he rolled his shoulders back and stood up tall. He made his way over to the ever growing line of students that had formed by what he assumed was the information desk- he never took the time to actually remember where a lot of the important school facilities were unless they were absolutely necessary, and approaching the student information desk wasn’t really something that piqued his interest often.
Theron let out a loud yawn, bringing a hand up to his mouth to try and stifle his clear sign of exhaustion before tucking his hands into his front pockets. His drooping eyes narrowed even more as he scanned the hall around him in hopes of finding some kind of stimulation to keep him awake. A few figures caught his attention, one of which was an exceptionally tall male who he presumed to just be a well endowed human. The student had just gracefully caught a plastic card hurtling towards the corridor, and Theron’s eyes trailed down to see broad wings attached to his back, as well as talons in place of his feet. “Huh. A siren, then. I haven’t seen one quite as… archaic as him before” A grin of bemusement spread across the Incubus’ lips as he eyed the Siren down, taking in his features and marking him as a potential target of interest for later.
Before he realized it, Theron was met with the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat, followed by the sharp voice of a woman coming from above him. Clearly lost in his imagination, he quickly turned his head from the Siren down the hall to the lady before him. To his pleasant surprise, he found himself to be at eye level not with her eyes but instead with her chest. “My eyes are up here, boy.” Theron subconsciously bit his lip in approval, swiftly casting his view upward after getting a good look in. The tired elven woman seated before him was giving him a look of pure disgust, not unlike the reactions he’s received plenty of times throughout his life whenever someone learned of his race. “My sincerest apologies, darling. I was simply too--” “Save it. Name, class, and race.” She retorted, obviously not willing to humor his advance. Theron pursed his lips, a bit perturbed at the fact that this woman had just cut him off before he could lay down the smooth talk. “Nevermind that. She’s probably just as exhausted as everyone else.” The ashen haired male brought a hand up to brush his locks smoothly out of his face before replying, “Theron Nicholas Thaliard. Gunslinger. Incubus.” He paused for a moment as she turned her attention toward what looked like a list of names, then to the printer that swiftly ejected a freshly printed card with the letters “K-2” on one side. “Here you go. Floor K, Mr. Thaliard.” The elven woman handed him the card, and with an excessively deep bow and flourish of his wrist, he held his hand out to graciously accept the key from her. “Many thanks, darling. And please, call me Theron.” He lifted his head up to flash her his signature charming smile, only to see that she had already moved on to helping to the next student.
“Wellp. I’ll get ‘em next time.” Theron shrugged off his flat rejection and straightened up. Making his way towards the elevator, he walked in and typed his destination into the keypad, not without admiring his features in the highly reflective black walls of the small chamber before doing so. It didn’t take long for him to reach his floor, and he folded his arms casually behind his head while darting his eyes from one side of the corridor to the other to find his room. With his keycard in hand, he lazily slid it through the scanner and brought his face closer to what he assumed was a facial recognition camera. Only seconds later, the doors to his new room slid open, letting out a rush of cool air that swept his meticulously messy hair from his face. “Fancy,” he murmured to himself before stepping into his dormitory. A whistle escaped his lips while he scanned the entrance of the room, taking in the beautiful view from the windows as well as the sleek staircase leading to a second floor.
The Incubus took a cursory search through each of the bedrooms on the bottom floor, taking a mental note of the one he planned to claim as his own. Just as he was about to head into the next room, he heard a female’s voice coming from one of the rooms upstairs. Theron quietly ascended the stairs and approached the room with the open door so as not to startle whoever resided within. Slowly, he peeked his head in to see who had beaten him to his dorm and was surprised to be met with not one, but three different entities in the bedroom- one of which was a very cute (and petite) elf girl. “I wasn’t expecting to have this much company so early in the morning.” Theron offered the small elven girl sitting on the bed a broad smile, stepping into the room to get a better look at her and the creatures around her. One of his brows raised at the sight of the two wolves with ominous smoke auras around them. “Cute dogs. I didn’t know they allowed pets on here?”
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