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[center][color=darksalmon][b]Seraphiel Charise[/b][/color]
Mood: Annoyed
Location: Campus and campus dorms
With: [@SouffleGirl123][/center]



The ripe stench of death followed her as she walked up towards the campus, causing various stares by those unfortunate enough to be blessed, perhaps cursed with better senses. Seraphiel ignored the nosey comments, as to her dismay, she hadn't been able to arrive as early as she had planned. Normally, she would want to avoid the crowds and potential social situations, as well as harassment from people; but as per usual that didn't happen. On her way to what was her first year at the academy, she had wandered off course and drifted towards that grip death seemed to have on her. In the end, she ended up coming across several dead bodies, and was questioned for hours. Somehow, it seemed impossible for them to wrap their head around her just stumbling across them. It wasn't the first time, and it would most certainly not be the last. Seraphiel and death had an interesting relationship, whether she wanted it or not.

Out of the corner of her eye she seemed to turn a few heads, something she always found particularly obnoxious. She was wearing a white bustier crop top, with low waisted black shorts, over the knee black socks, and a button up shirt she left open on both sides. Her shoes were a pair of black plaid skater shoes, shoes she loved over all others. She always had a deep loathing for high heels. Why people needed to be taller and ridiculously uncomfortable to feel they looked good was beyond her. Lugged behind her were two rolling suitcases, one pulled by each arm. On her back, a large and rather odd shaped heavy duty looking black case, in which she kept her archery supplies. "Are you done imagining me naked or should i put an arrow in you right now?" She said as she passed a boy that was gawking at her. 

Beside her was Remi, her enfield and possibly one and only friend on the planet. He walked proudly beside his master, growling at everyone that even remotely looked in their direction. Some people seemed a bit confused as to what he was, as for the most part he had the head of a fox, front legs of an eagle, chest of a greyhound, body of a lion and back legs and tail of a wolf. But Seraphiel thought he as the most beautiful creature, with such a fun personality. Or she did after he stopped trying to kill her after she rescued him. Once upon a time it had been like one accident after another, but she was more stubborn than he was, and she hadn't given up on him.

She couldn't help but loathe the fact that she was in this place at all, but she had become the crazy girl who hears voices, and somehow a serial killer; without actually being a killer at all. Seraphiel made her way to the dorm area, looking for room 507. If she had her way, she wouldn't have a roommate, probably not a dorm either. It was most likely however, that things were not going to go her way. It was usually typical that everyone got a roommate when in dormitories. The area buzzed with all different kinds of energy, there were several people that seemed to be excited and ecstatic for either the new year or to see their friends, but as she looked around she also saw a lot of people plagued with anxiety, and some which didn't seem happy to be here at all.  

Finally she saw a girl standing in the doorway, of what she could only assume was the missing room number. It had to be her roommate. She was extremely fair skinned, but almost strikingly so, with an interesting color of faded hazel eyes. She chose for the moment not to stereotype her species and instead stood in front of her offering an "Excuse me." And nothing more. She was rather cold and uninterested in her delivery, and didn't really make any kind of eye contact as she did so. Remi looked up at Seraphiel and made a high pitched trill sound.