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Duuuude hehe, I'm loving that Jeff comic. Hahaha. >.<

Lukin stepped from behind the tree nearest to the entrance of the school. His black hair blew in the wind slightly, light blue undertones visible for the briefest seconds between lifts. With a flick of his hand he was carrying his satchel, green painted fingernails digging into his palm with the slight nervous twitch. So many people were here, so many and yet he couldn't feel the throngs of witches and warlocks that he could on the Mist Isles. Not fully understanding why, he felt calmer than he had in quite a few months...that probably had to do with the other lack on his senses. The feeling of so few hunters in the area. Honestly he couldn't pinpoint any, even if he could see them standing in a crowd. They were too human to do that with. Only the tattoos that were usually on them game them away, giving off the slight aura of something slightly more. The schedule that he picked up at the front gave him...English first, Advanced Calc second....Athletics third...the rest could wait till later. First things first, get to English before the bell. He successfully reached his goal, laughing to himself a little as he strolled into the empty class, sitting down near to the window on the second row.

Cool! ....And now I wait.

>.> Appropriate changes made.

Meh, hehe, if not to many more people join could I possibly pull a girl in? Again, if we don't get many people in a few days.

It had been only lunch a few hours ago, Cook having made some sort of stew since the Lady was having stomach problems again. It always seemed to happen around her Moon time. Aw...the poor witched and that time of the month, such horrors. There was a small smirk on the Sadist's face as he thought of the pain women had to go through, the gut wrenching torture from bleeding out. Of course not many women described it as such...but he had to guess. Walking out into the sun from the much darker insides of the house was a shock to the males gold eyes, making him cover them. He should have remembered a hate. Then and again, he had tried something with his hair that morning, and he'd be damned if he were to mess it up. So with a squint and an arm stretch the Warlord started walking to the stables. That was when a rip in the colors came, his Black Jewel on his hand shooting energy up his arm before he just blipped in and out of existence. It felt like both and eternity and no more time than a blink, before he was standing infront of a man who was yell about welcomes and seats. There was a flicker of annoyance before he walked forward, looking at the ground and again to the man before he walked up to stand as close as ten feet. "What is this place?" His hands had slipped easily into his trouser pockets.

I ....totally should have made a girl. Murg.

Name: Lukin Stavinworn Age: 17 Gender: Male Witch, Human or Warlock: Warlock Personality: Being from one of the mist isles near Ireland, Lukin can be rather loud and obnoctious, sometimes a heavy drinker. This isn't to say that everyone around him was that way, but he did hang out with some of the older boys at the bars when he was hung. Of course he can be sweet, but his past relationships are actually what forced him to move. When he's angry or feeling fear, it honestly radiates from him in what feels like crystal waves. He tries his best to stay calm and uninterested most of the time. History: As was said, he came from Ireland, a place where many more Druid priests lived, rather than regular Warlocks. There were everyday Warlocks there, but they were few and far between. His mother and father raised him early on, but he was often moved from place to place every month or two. This meant that he was constantly in a new place, knowing new people and different customs. It gave him a well rounded view of the world. This upbringing also gave him an odd, though still heavily Irish, accent. That was honestly his life, moving from one human school to the next while living with different people, until he finally turned eighteen and was practically shoved from his guardian's care. Now on his own for the last year of human high school, he hopes that he can start leading a regular life. Just like everyone else. Appearence:[url=http://imgur.com/DBAWNQt][img]http://i.imgur.com/DBAWNQt.jpg[/img][/url] Distinguished Features: He has soft blue raven's feathers under the back of his hair, and celtic knots at his shoulders, hips and at the base of his neck. They always have a shimmering blue effect to them. Other: He was lucky enough to come from a more privledged family, so he is able to afford and apartment, along with a car....that he rarely uses. As you can tell my mind is all over the place tonight. Moon.

Yay! I'll go and get a quick CS up. ^-^ Thanks.

O.O This would be cool. ^-^ Still room for someone?