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    The cheek that she kissed, I'm certain, was on literal fire. I kept my hand in the position she had it in for a couple minutes afterward and stood there in a daze, his hood still hanging on his back. He pulled it back up and walked back inside the school just as the bell rang and he grabbed his things from his locker before shuffling to his first class, which was chemistry. He liked this class for the most part, as his lab partner actually had some degree of niceness in her that she doesn't bully me throughout the entire period, like I get in the rest of my periods.

    Louis just glanced at her and said, "How old are you again? Four?" He laughed a little at her expense before sobering up and slipping one of the DVDs she had chosen into the player that sat under his flatscreen. It was a movie he had seen many times but couldn't help but laugh at every single damn time. He shook his head and returned to his seat on the couch, settling in to watch the movie. He turned to Madeline and simply said, "Really?" It was a jab at her choice of move, a playful jab of course.

    The wolf kept pace easily, his long legs swallowing up the ground in almost absolute silence. He finally made his move. He leaped out, his teeth bared to make the killing bite to her throat, when the man inside fought back and instead, grabbed her by the shoulders. He twitched as the wolf seemed to take control, lunging for her throat, before the man regained control and dragged her into the forest and threw her into a mud to disguise the scent from the wolf.

    Name ;;
    Eric {i don't know his last name, omg i'm so bad at this >.<}


    Gender ;;
    "Offensive. Really."


    Age ;;
    "I am eighteen." {??}


    Faction of origin ;;
    Erudite


    Faction of transfer ;;
    "Really, again?" Dauntless


    Appearance ;;
    "If you were a Dauntless, you should already know how I look like. Anyways. I have greasy hair that is short cut, almost a buzz at both sides with a slight mohawk-pompadour on top. I don't care for style, only for efficiency and brutality. I wear the traditional clothes of a Dauntless, a black sleeveless shirt with a high-collared vest that shows the tattoos I have on my neck. They almost look like barcodes, but they are not. I have a certain viciousness to my face, so people say. I have piercings, so many that people lose track. I have a grimace on my face almost all the time and I barely ever smile. That's not the most intimidating feature about me, though. It is my eyes. My eyes are a cold grey that makes people flinch without effort.
    "My body, however, is well-built and very conspicuous in a crowd. I am tall, although my exact height is unknown. I wear combat boots at all times, but I have a fair complexion. I have scars scattered across my body and a missing tooth from when Four, God strike him down, beat me up during Dauntless initiation."


    Personality ;;
    "I am intelligent, although most people seem to miss that in the tempest of my cruelty. My intelligence is what makes me so lethal, perhaps more so than all of the other Dauntless leaders. It is what got me into the top spot of Dauntless. I also have a taste for blood. I love to fight and love to see the new initiates fight. When I was an initiate, we fought until one surrendered. I changed that, however. I want to see the initiates of this year to fight until they can no longer stand up, see straight, or hear without hearing the sound of punches being thrown at them. I want them to taste the blood in their mouth the way I did, and I want them to know that bravery means not surrendering until you are dead."


    History ;;
    "Do you really want to know the answer?"


    Other ;;
    "Nah."


    Omigosh sorry my form sucked!

    Louis leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza and started to eat it, taking a gulp of soda directly from the bottle. Although he may have matured, he certainly hadn't lost his ways of being a slob. He continued to eat the slice of pizza and when he was done, he relaxed back into the sofa, his entire body going limp with relaxation. He said after a while, "For the first time in my life, this movie seems completely stupid."

    I watched as the first 'initiate' fell through the hole backwards, laughing manically. Amity. Interesting. I let Four get her out of the net, watched him speak quietly to choose her new name. "First jumper - Trixi!" shouted out Satan himself. She seemed giggly after the whole net incident. The initiates fell through the hole, each time the black clothing growing in number. Eventually, the faction transfers had to jump and there was a jumble of clothing. Only one Stiff. Good statistics for the initiates this year.


    I walked over as Four started to speak, explaining his usual occupation and telling that he would be the faction transfers' instructor. I spoke up, "I will also be supervising your training. I am Eric, one of the five leaders of Dauntless. You chose us, now it is time for us to choose you," I state grimly, the same line I have stated last year. "I want all of you to know that initiation is rough. Anyone who wants to back out now will become factionless."


    ooc ;; i suck at the beginning posts xP

    ooc ;; i just realized i randomly switched povs. i'm sorry xD


    ic ;; I glance over to see Kimi walk into class, looking upset. I would have to ask her about it later, I slouch a little in my chair as my teacher begins the long process of explaining the lab procedure for today. I kind of zone out

    "Exactly?" I ask. "Well, there's Hunter and Toby. The two you'll have to worry about the most," I say. Although, I was pretty sure she wasn't going to worry all that much. There was just something about her that made her seem more like a guy than a girl. "They are utter slobs. They are also my actual blood relatives. Hunter is my brother and Toby is my cousin."


    ooc ;; i'm rushed, sorry.

    I glance up to see Kimi leaving and frown a little as she motioned for me to follow. I couldn't do that. But I risk losing the only friend I have in this school except for Drew, who was sitting next to me. She wasn't even a friend, in my opinion. I stand up to leave, slipping past the teacher without notice and following the girl that wasn't quite human. I stride after her, having to jog a little to catch up with her.

    I glance sharply at the Amity girl, Trixi was it? "Do you have something to say, initiate?" I spit harshly. She needs to know boundaries are enforced in Dauntless. Respect your peers and your leaders, no matter what. We didn't have many rules, and what rules we did have were expected to be followed utterly and wholly. "If you do, say it so everyone can hear it. Don't keep things to yourself," I demand, letting a malicious smirk settle onto my face as I cross my arms and approach her until I am towering over her, glaring down at her with cruel grey eyes.


    As I wait for an answer, I break gaze with her for a couple seconds to glance at the initiates gathered around Trixi. The transfers look like they are about to piss their colorful clothes while the Dauntless-born lean back from where I am standing slightly, their fear still showing even though they at least have some decency to try and hide it with varying degrees of success.

    "Well, she doesn't tease or insult me like the rest do, but we aren't exactly friends. Even she wouldn't risk her reputation to hang out with me," I say and glance at her curiously. "Why do you ask?" I wonder if she's jealous. I don't think so, though. She wouldn't be jealous over someone being able to tolerate me alongside of her. Kimi is my only true friend here anyways.

    "No, I want you to be my friend. You are my only friend. The only one that truly understands me without judgment," I promise. I tighten my grip on her hand, reveling in the contact. "You say you want to be normal, Kimi," I say. "What is normal? Normal is a stereotype. Everyone is their own normal," I whisper fiercely before engulfing her in a hug.