Kijani Ryane

Kijani looked out of the tinted window from the backseat of her Rolls-Royce, looking over what was going to be her new home for the foreseeable future. Her driver had parked just far away enough not to get too much attention. Most of the students were already arrived, or so it seemed. They seemed like normal teens, if you overlooked the occassional glow, or odd skin color, or extra appendage. Briefly she wondered what that would be like, growing up with a difference that you couldn't hide. She'd gotten lucky, in a way. Her power was invisible until she chose to show it. She could have gone through life and no one would have been the wiser. That had been her plan, too, up until a month ago.

Thanks to her grandmother, who spent the better part of her life around various heroes and villains, she'd been convinced to come to this place. Unlike her parents, her grandmother had fully embraced Kijani's powers, and was going to make sure she learned to use them wisely, and make something of herself. She'd been certain her granddaughter would flourish and grow here, and Kijani had never been steered wrong by the woman before. Kijani loved her grandmother dearly, and wanted to be as cool-headed and intelligent, as powerful as she was. Hopefully this place would teach her that.

"Miss Ryane?" Her driver was speaking. "Would you like me to drive to the front?"

"No, thank you, Charlie. This is fine." Kijani grabbed her things, smoothed her fine, wine red suit, and tucked back her dreadlocks. "I'll be fine." That part was more of self-reassurance than anything else. "...well, here goes." She was going in strictly under her own power. No one knew who her grandmother was- she'd made certain of that- and her parents' money and influence meant nothing here. Her reputation was hers to build. It was high time to lay the ground work.

She exited the Rolls and shut the door behind her, squaring her shoulders and making sure to express confidence in every motion. Then she started walking toward the main building.