[@XxLyraxX]

[i]"Master Manifest, it's time for you to wake up!"[/i]

The youth in question, Manifest, rubbed his eyes and awoke in his family mansion with a small yawn. "I'll be out in a second!" he called out to his family's butler, Sinclair, as he looked in the mirror. Currently he looked like a mannequin, lifeless grey eyes, ivory skin tone, bald, average height and body shape. That form was his sleeping form, used so that his main forms don't be wasted over the 8 hours of sleep he normally had.

As he looked at the suitcase he had Sinclair pack the previous night he sighed. His parents, obscenely rich and the mother infertile, decided to adopt a baby and it turned out to be Manifest, well they called him Manny but when they had to get rid of him or risk discovery and getting experimented on and his parents probably fined or imprisoned he became Manifest, no last name, no family ties. That's why he was moving to Nova Academy, a 'special school where he'll be safe' they said to each other. Well that [i]totally[/i] doesn't sound like a prison or asylum.

He sighed as he put on his formal trousers and he decided on a blue collared shirt, becoming Seph, the dark blue-haired boy who had a tendency to start fights and act quite ruthlessly, probably the best choice for going to a school full of all kinds of common riffraff. Although Seph figured with a grin he's going to be riffraff now too, just one that can shape shift and has tailor made suit jackets and clothing.

Quickly putting on a black tie, jacket, and his black shoes, Seph quickly got the suitcase and left the room, giving it to the waiting Sinclair as he walked down to the front of the house, skipping breakfast as teenagers are wont to do regardless of upbringing. He started for the Mercedes-Benz S-Class Pullman Limousine w220 that he loved taking but he heard Sinclair clear his throat.

[i]"Actually young master Henry is going to take you in the Mitsubishi Dignity,"[/i]

Seph growled and bit his lip slightly, a habit of frustration he often did much to the dismay of his parents. Well, ex-parents since it seems they're deciding to practically [i]abandon[/i] him. He sighed, a light exhalation like a kiss of the sky onto a jungle canopy, as Henry, his family's private chauffeur, opened the door for him. Sitting down exuding with more attitude than a high school girl's comments on fashion, Seph put his seat belt on as the car started, taking him to this Nova Academy place.

[i]"Looking forward to your new school?"[/i]

Seph rolled his eyes at the question. The only people who knew the true nature of him was his parents, Sinclair and one of the maids who had to help when he accidentally turned into a girl once. But everyone else, they thought the different appearances could be explained with hair dye, colored contacts and platform boots, a weak argument but it doesn't need to be strong as it seems more believable than the truth so they don't look too deep. So Henry was asking that stupid question without any idea what the true nature of this school or of Seph himself. Sure Seph understood Henry was just trying to be nice but that was no excuse for ignorance.

As the sorry excuse for a limousine that was the Mitsubishi Dignity stopped in front of the school Seph grinned and walked in, Henry left with the duty of putting his stuff in his room, his family had the school make an extra dorm key for that exact purpose. It would seem there are all sorts here, which was good enough, surely Seph could find someone interesting enough to get into a fight with, and failing that be friends with. Ooh, or ideally, fight them [i]then[/i] be friends with them. 

Seeing what looked like some triplets and an older guy standing all together awkwardly, Seph walked up to them. The older, well at least taller one who was just an inch taller than Seph seemed to have a movement in his slightly stiff body language that seemed to be what Seph could only describe as a cold confidence. He definitely looks like he could be fun to fight. "Yo," he said to them all, grinning.