[color=00a99d]Ken Styles[/color]

Ken settled down in his chair and takes off his backpack and pulls out every material he needed and then immediately slaps his head with his face. There was his map... He should have known that he stuffed it into his bag earlier last night. [color=00a99d]"I should have checked my bag you moron..."[/color] He mutters to himself before dragging his hand down the center of his face and then getting out the rest of his study materials. This may be his first day, but he is intending on making the most of it while he can. He sees the young man next to him and taps his shoulder to get his attention. Once it is give, Ken reaches over with his further hand for a hand shake. [color=00a99d]"Ken Styles. Nice to meet you."[/color] He whispers so as to not disturb the rest of the class. His hair is ratted from having to rush out the door. The scars on his arm shows. Scars from a broken past. A past that he's sooner forget about rather than think about any longer. They are a deep pain for him, but he smiles warmly anyways. After all, what's the point of dwelling on the past in pain, when you can make others happy in the present?