Rowan Delacroix
The hooded figure made its way through the thick forest. "Am I going the right way?" The vampire pondered to herself. The scenery appeared to be the same as when she first entered, never showing any change in her surroundings. Beams of light streamed through the trees and Rowan hunched forward, tugging the black fabric further down over her head. Rowan decided to make haste before the sunlight became too unbearable for a creature as sensitive as herself. She brushed her cloak out behind her and proceeded to venture towards to building. She took no time to stop and admire the beautiful nature- the exposure in broad daylight made the long journey far too tiring to slow down.
Rowan approached a clearing and the tall school building came into view. Relief filled her to the brim. "Finally." When she stepped into the opening, she placed a hand above her face to look up at the clear blue sky. She squinted at the roaring sun and quickly looked away.
When the school entrance came into view, she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be another female student slipping into the open gates. Rowan prepared to call out to her, but her voice was cut off by a violent crash followed by strong gusts of wind that whipped all around her, blowing her clothing and hair in a frenzy. Her hood was pushed down, and her face was now fully exposed. She reached to tuck her hair behind her ear and held her dress firmly until the current of wind died down. Rowan opened her eye to see what caused the sudden commotion and she was taken aback by the appearance of a wraith.
Her grey eyes widened at the sight. "What in Maker's name..." Before she could collect her thoughts, a web of dark energy burst from the still shade and a low hum flowed from its direction. The aura spread, and Rowan was left in shock- she wasn't prepared to fight. She picked up on what was expected of her and she turned on her heels and started running in the opposite direction of the enemy. A crack was heard and Rowan found herself suspended in the air by a dark limb. She hung upside-down as it gripped her leg painfully. Flustered, she racked her brain for any form of escape: she was too weak from the excess exposure of light to summon anything without a drawn diagram. The appendage hoisting her up pulsed and rammed the vampire into the ground with enough force to leave a crater in the dirt.
She remained motionless and seemingly lifeless. Convinced the job was done right, the shade released its grip and approached to girl for the finishing blow. One of its limbs formed a pointed tip and wisps of dark energy flowed around it. It coiled the lethal weapon back and prepared to thrust it straight through her chest when an invisible force deflected the attack. The enemy staggered backwards. Rowan's eyes snapped open and she rose to the heels of her feet without moving a muscle. Her hair rose behind her and a thin streak of white appeared across the thin black strands. Her lips moved quickly but no sound came out as she chanted an incantation.
As simple as it was, transparent hands sprouted from the ground and latched around the ankles of the shadow. It was frozen with fear and the vampire approached the specimen with slow strides. Once face to face with the enemy, her hand mercilessly tore through its center. "You're lucky you have no heart." It dissolved into ash before her.
Rowan swayed for a moment. She clutched her head to steady herself. "Congratulations Rowan Delacroix. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance Rank: C." The vampire pulled her hood back over her head and silently made her way into the building.
The interior was astonishing. Her focus was immediately shifted to the elf perched at the front desk, waiting for her arrival. "Hello, Rowan! Welcome to Rosewood- my name is Yayo Fiji and I will be your adviser during your stay here. May I have your rank, class, and electives chosen?" He spoke cheerfully. Rowan hesitated for a moment. Was it proper etiquette to remove your hood when you enter a building? She blushed at the thought and shook her head and clutched the sides of her hood tightly. "What's the matter?" Yayo looked at her with concern.
Rowan nodded and reached into her cloak. She pulled out a slip of paper and quietly slid it across the glass desk to the elf. "Ah, you wrote it out beforehand! Alright, I'll enter this information and give you your identification necklace." Yayo did just that and soon enough a rose gold necklace materialized and floated slowly into her hands. The pendant contained a thick golden cross with a ruby center that refracted the light in the room. Rowan stared in awe at its beauty and pulled down her hood to put it over her head. She brushed her hair out of the way and placed her fingers on the gleaming red center. "You will find your room info on the back. Be sure to keep that with you at all times- now you should get to class, you made it just in time!" He pointed over at the portal and saw her off with a smile. Rowan nodded and nervously stepped into the portal headed towards the Combat Training hall.
The hooded figure made its way through the thick forest. "Am I going the right way?" The vampire pondered to herself. The scenery appeared to be the same as when she first entered, never showing any change in her surroundings. Beams of light streamed through the trees and Rowan hunched forward, tugging the black fabric further down over her head. Rowan decided to make haste before the sunlight became too unbearable for a creature as sensitive as herself. She brushed her cloak out behind her and proceeded to venture towards to building. She took no time to stop and admire the beautiful nature- the exposure in broad daylight made the long journey far too tiring to slow down.
Rowan approached a clearing and the tall school building came into view. Relief filled her to the brim. "Finally." When she stepped into the opening, she placed a hand above her face to look up at the clear blue sky. She squinted at the roaring sun and quickly looked away.
When the school entrance came into view, she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be another female student slipping into the open gates. Rowan prepared to call out to her, but her voice was cut off by a violent crash followed by strong gusts of wind that whipped all around her, blowing her clothing and hair in a frenzy. Her hood was pushed down, and her face was now fully exposed. She reached to tuck her hair behind her ear and held her dress firmly until the current of wind died down. Rowan opened her eye to see what caused the sudden commotion and she was taken aback by the appearance of a wraith.
Her grey eyes widened at the sight. "What in Maker's name..." Before she could collect her thoughts, a web of dark energy burst from the still shade and a low hum flowed from its direction. The aura spread, and Rowan was left in shock- she wasn't prepared to fight. She picked up on what was expected of her and she turned on her heels and started running in the opposite direction of the enemy. A crack was heard and Rowan found herself suspended in the air by a dark limb. She hung upside-down as it gripped her leg painfully. Flustered, she racked her brain for any form of escape: she was too weak from the excess exposure of light to summon anything without a drawn diagram. The appendage hoisting her up pulsed and rammed the vampire into the ground with enough force to leave a crater in the dirt.
She remained motionless and seemingly lifeless. Convinced the job was done right, the shade released its grip and approached to girl for the finishing blow. One of its limbs formed a pointed tip and wisps of dark energy flowed around it. It coiled the lethal weapon back and prepared to thrust it straight through her chest when an invisible force deflected the attack. The enemy staggered backwards. Rowan's eyes snapped open and she rose to the heels of her feet without moving a muscle. Her hair rose behind her and a thin streak of white appeared across the thin black strands. Her lips moved quickly but no sound came out as she chanted an incantation.
As simple as it was, transparent hands sprouted from the ground and latched around the ankles of the shadow. It was frozen with fear and the vampire approached the specimen with slow strides. Once face to face with the enemy, her hand mercilessly tore through its center. "You're lucky you have no heart." It dissolved into ash before her.
Rowan swayed for a moment. She clutched her head to steady herself. "Congratulations Rowan Delacroix. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance Rank: C." The vampire pulled her hood back over her head and silently made her way into the building.
The interior was astonishing. Her focus was immediately shifted to the elf perched at the front desk, waiting for her arrival. "Hello, Rowan! Welcome to Rosewood- my name is Yayo Fiji and I will be your adviser during your stay here. May I have your rank, class, and electives chosen?" He spoke cheerfully. Rowan hesitated for a moment. Was it proper etiquette to remove your hood when you enter a building? She blushed at the thought and shook her head and clutched the sides of her hood tightly. "What's the matter?" Yayo looked at her with concern.
Rowan nodded and reached into her cloak. She pulled out a slip of paper and quietly slid it across the glass desk to the elf. "Ah, you wrote it out beforehand! Alright, I'll enter this information and give you your identification necklace." Yayo did just that and soon enough a rose gold necklace materialized and floated slowly into her hands. The pendant contained a thick golden cross with a ruby center that refracted the light in the room. Rowan stared in awe at its beauty and pulled down her hood to put it over her head. She brushed her hair out of the way and placed her fingers on the gleaming red center. "You will find your room info on the back. Be sure to keep that with you at all times- now you should get to class, you made it just in time!" He pointed over at the portal and saw her off with a smile. Rowan nodded and nervously stepped into the portal headed towards the Combat Training hall.
