[b][h2][center][color=7ea7d8]Xodus Lionel Bonwick.[/color][/center][/h2][/b]

Bullying had never found it's way to Xodus and if it did then he had never let it get under his skin, they were all a bunch of kids when it got right down to it. Though he had a lot of sympathy to save for those who didn't let it pass them so easily and those who stressed because of it. He understood from a purely empathetic level that it could mess up everything a person had ever viewed of themselves. He had just always had too much confidence to spare and it had never bothered him, it was very rare when he even knew what was going on around him. That made him untouchable, it was hard to bully someone who never reacted and it was hard to bully someone who hadn't even heard what you said to him. He'd earned the nickname "Spacey" and he wore it like a badge, he didn't hear you and you rarely heard him unless he wanted to be heard.

When he wanted to be heard, everyone knew it. The boy was something of a Drill Sargent in group projects and he was known for making sure everything went just as he wanted it to and if it didn't then he was known for making a big deal out of of it. He was known for fighting off bullies and he was known for being a pacifist beyond that, most people were intimidated by his height and his generally silent unless provoked type nature. Now was one of those moments that he wished to be heard and he turned his gaze to Trevor with unbidden contempt, his blue eyes scanning the boy. 

"[color=6ecff6]Back off, Trevor.[/color]" he warned, his eyebrows drawing together. "[color=6ecff6]She's not bothering anybody.[/color]"

Settling in the chair across from the girl that the teacher had identified as Ariana, he set his notebook down softly. He wasn't a fan of Trevor though he'd never quarreled with him personally, he didn't like the way he acted or the way he treated other people. There was something about him that got under Xodus's skin and he assumed it was because he had no respect for anybody. He had never noticed Ariana much, caught up in his own cloud of thoughts and the people who often trailed him and had assumed positions as his friends. He knew Ariana about as much as he knew them, not at all. It was strange thinking that anybody could have a similar history to him-enough that a teacher had pointed it out. It made him feel kind of discomforted.

"[color=6ecff6]If you don't mind,[/color]" the boy made a sharp shoo-ing motion at Trevor. "[color=6ecff6]I'm sure you've got a partner who's missing you. Anyway, Ariana, can I call you Ari? Or is that too assuming? Like, we just met and all but I love nicknames.[/color]"

He gave a laugh, half genuine and half self cautious. He'd never really been too great with meeting new people and he'd have to learn enough about her with the project. He decided that he might as well be pleasant about it "[color=6ecff6]D'ya come from around here? We [i]are[/i] supposed to be meeting our partners.[/color]"

[@Arista]