[b]Name:[/b] Dirk Ryan
[b]Location:[/b] School Roof --> Auditorium in the back.
[b]Mentions:[/b] None at this time.

The wind howled as it rushed up the tower from the city streets, combing through stone-grey strands of hair as silver-dollar eyes stared down at the ants below him. The young man was standing on the roof of Brave High, and while some students with impeccable eyesight might have feared that he was a jumper, he was actually enjoying himself. There was something about standing on a ledge, several hundred feet above the earth that made him feel…well…human. It made him feel excited and with the silence but for the howling wind, it was peaceful. He could reflect up here.

His white tank billowed and flapped over softly defined bricks of muscle that lined his stomach. A leather belt with a steel buckle was joined at his hips, holding up the dark-blue denim jeans that seemed to slump a little over a pair of black boots.

It was the start of a new year, and honestly, he couldn’t wait to graduate. Once junior year came along, everything seemed repetitive. Raising his wristwatch in view of his eyes, the horned young man turned from the ledge and heavily stepped down as the gravel that covered the rooftop crunched beneath his feet.

[i]It’s a shame that I already slept[/i], Dirk thought. He wouldn’t have minded sleeping through the orientation, but then he might have actually slept through school, which wouldn’t have been a first. He once upon a time awoke in the classroom and the class and school had long concluded.

Dirk took the stairwell down. He hadn’t quite trusted the elevator after his two years of being at the school. As soon as he made it back down to the first floor, the auditorium was bustling with new and excited fresh meat and the boasting noise of the returning class.

There were specific seats and positions in the room where students sat, but Dirk stuck to the back of the auditorium. Unlike most humans, his quirk allowed him to stand for long hours without feeling any aches or discomfort. With how still he tended to become, most didn’t believe him to be a real person but a mannequin or mascot of some sort.

[i]Maybe I can just zone out for a while,[/i] (and hope not to doze) he mused.