My Character is a doofy, yet lovable teenage boy attending a school meant for supernatural creatures and humans with special abilities. He's unaware, however, of the harem that he's amassed during his time here. In the words of the bard: Hilarity ensues!
Here's a picture of my male lead, Dylan:
Would you also mind telling me what Y/C's powers/species is/are along with their personality and such.
Oh is this like a private thing between you and someone else? ^^; If so I'm sorry.
phew, that took awhile lol. How should we start?
Alright, you can post first.
If one were to ask anything about the school the best person to ask would be Isabell Fang. She was a rather popular girl, and with that popularity came a great knowledge from gossip and secret resources. It was rather known around the school that she was the best to go to for information, though the teachers were unaware of the most of what she knew themselves. For this particular question was rather simple to answer.Their was heavy curiousity though due to how the ground seemed to shake sometimes and at night, a chill and voice could be heard ever so faintly.
He smells nice. Isabell thought to herself as she examined the student that approached her. She recalled seeing his face in a few classes, Dylanwas it? She was rather used to getting asked questions, especilly when it came to that of the basement. It was after all one of the big mysteries of the school especilly with the continuing of shaky earth and cold air. Usually she would ask for a price, but that was more for more rare information.
''The basement? Their are many rumours and stories but the reality is rather boring. It is just a small storage room. Been there myself and nothing for the eye to see, though their is a heavy aura of magic but that is a rather usual thing around this school''She told him with a bored tone. She was far more focused on his scent and in wonder of what his blood tasted like.
She thought for a moment as she recalled the basement and her red eyes looked into his. '' The only other thing I can say is that is was rather small, smaller then one may expect for a basement of a building that once was owned by such a famous person. Makes you wonder, due to the stories of torture and prison cells their is no such room for such. Perhaps it was destroyed or hidden?'' The last part was just her own curiousity on it, she had no evidence what so ever if any of this was true.
'' This is your first time asking so you don't have to pay anything, but next question is gonna cost you'' she told him with a slight narrowing of the eyes and smirk. She then flipped her hair behind her, waved her hand towards her groupies and headed off to go and get a drink.
(Would you prefer Cain or Luna?)
A few students were already in the class, it was soon to begin.Cain, Aura, and Silvia were all seated before and as the bell rings Isabell came in right on time with her group and took a seat.
Cain was playing with a pen on his desk, shifting uncomfortably ever so often in the chair which he had not much choice in but to sit in backwords. Since magic to hide one abnormalities such as his wings was draining and he was to tired that morning to bother. His eyes glanced to the side when her heard the sound of a chair slide across the floor. He straightef how he sat and his eyes shined happily though his face only showed a small rid bit of that happiness. His mood always improved when around his close friend.
''Hey'' he rested his arms across the front of the chair then rested his hand on top of his arms as he looked over at him in thought. ''How are you doing on getting that's information?'' having recalled being asked about it awhile ago, he was curious how the other was doing on that.
Cain observed him quietly and curiously. He was wondering if his friend was satisfied by the given information, it didn't seem so. He sat up straight, giving a small glance to the clock before back to Dylan.
''Are you satisfied with that?'' He questioned while leaning over to the side unconsciously as if to move closer as his tone was curious. '' If you are still in disbelief you could always go down there some night, or do an errend for the drama club since they keep some of their things down there'' he recalled the day he saw a drama student heading to the door which lead to the basement.
"That seems like a good idea if you want to avoid trouble" Cain commented as he sat up properly in his seat when he noticed the teacher come in. Not one to enjoy the teacher's lashings if he even thought a student was ignoring or sleeping through a lesson.
