[center][color=Khaki][h3]Samson Tristoff[/h3][/color][/center]

Samson looked at the platform in one of the moments of clarity he was blessed with and carefully made his way onto the platform without bumping into anyone, an easy feat considering most people moved out of his way, for one reason or another. Having established a location to wait, unfortunately near a seemingly somewhat excitable bunch, Samson ran his fingers over the letter he'd received. Manascript Academy. A place where he would be free to develop and understand his Alteration. Helpfully enough, the letter had been in braille and plain English. More and more conversations were breaking out as people got to know each other. For the time being, Samson simply stood staring ahead and waiting for whatever was supposed to pick them up to arrive. He knew nobody here and had no particular interest in getting to at the moment.