[color=gold][b]Character Name:[/b][/color] Marius
[color=gold][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Morning to Afternoon
[color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Auditorium of the main hall to the classroom to the practice fields
[color=gold][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Den

Marius spent the morning doing what he usually did, trying to convince those around him of his greatness, belittling the mediocrity of it all, and thinking and planning how his companions would fit into his grand master plans, which mostly involved alot of talking about them out loud with barely any semblance of reference.  To an outsider, the injured boy seemed to be unhinged, much like some of those around him.  It made one wonder whether Meadowmist Students were the odd balls.

At any rate, he got his robes, this time actually appropriate to his house colors (The nurses just gave him one off handedly) which fit him sublimely.  [color=gold]"Very heroic."[/color]  And then he realized everyone was wearing them.  This crushed his image of the constant need to stand out.  He almost accused them of copying him but he reminded himself they were a team and they had to have commonality.  Unity and all that nonsense. He then had a lower opinion of the 'freshman uniform' but he kept his opinion to himself... atleast vocally. 

The orientation was when Marius was the most quiet.  He viewed the Headmistress, the one who gave him his injuries with a look of cold calculated scorn.  The whole time she spoke he had been thinking, scheming, plotting, attempting to maybe beat her not with force but by over-achieving her little curriculum, or by planning some other plan of attack to take her off balance.  It was fate that he sit in the audience today, but anyone who beat him was a challenge, a challenge that must be overcome to his glory.  

He was lost in thought for most of lunch because each plan of his kept leading to his own downfall.  It left him quiet and irritable.  He only spoke when spoken at.

Finally out in the yard with their teacher... he didn't catch his name.  He was more focused on the open field and was looking forward to testing his mettle and skill and showing his companions how its really done.  He grinned as his boots hit the grass.  [color=gold]"Finally."[/color]  He grinned.  [color=gold]"Practical application.  Who really cares how it works as long as it does?"[/color]  He would have the most benefits out here in the yard.  The classes are just going to be a waste of time for him. 

The teacher called them to a line, and Marius was sure to be in the front where he belongs.  He had his hands on his hips while he stood heroically, waiting for the moment where he could step forward and show everyone the great destiny that was planned for the Hero.  

He stepped to the square, head held high.  [color=gold]"Good afternoon.  I certainly don't need an introduction, but I've seen first hand that this school is ignorant to legends that walk among them.  Marius Sirvaki.  The Phoenix Dawn!  My affinities are Abjuration and Evocation.  The only schools that actually matter."[/color]  He flipped his head and held a hand up as if shruggin.  [color=gold]"Honestly, I wonder why the school even bothers teaching anything else, but- I guess some people are destined to be... fortune tellers, or party magicians."[/color]  He couldn't really think of anything of practical purpose.  Magic was a tool, and for those destined to save the world, magic was his sword and shield.

After the proctor got the information and gave him the go ahead to demonstrate, he lowered his stance, the wisps of mana visible as his fingers made the seal.  His form seemed to be silhouetted and imposed in a number of arcane symbols that seemed to flicker as if made of smoldering fire.  [color=gold]"I thought you'd never ask.  Flame Wall!"[/color]  He made a motion with his hands, striking his forearms and gripping the bit of mana from the air into his fist, emphasizing the power needed to twist two schools into one spell of awesome power.  Extending from the little box as if a line of bonfires with wicker of paper wedged inbetween the logs, all set a blaze, a fire with tongues as tall as a man surged from the ground, almost obscuring Marius from the proctor.  

His voice arising over the fire that was killing the grass and lighting the nearby shrubbery ablaze. [color=gold]"As you can plainly see, I have mastered both schools and am able to implement both at the same time.  But that isn't all."[/color]  He ducked low, the mana appearing again forming the sigils but this time, one hand held bits of blue light, while the other seemed to crackle and spark with energy.  He jumped, and then seemed to jump again, forming a barrier under his feet, that he pushed off again, to clear the flames.  In the motion, his other hand reeled back and a bolt of lightening formed inside of it.  [color=gold]"Thunder Lance!"[/color]  He cleared the flames and launched the bolt towards the ground, having it burst with a boom and a flash of light some meters infront of the proctor, leaving only a blackened patch of grass at its passing.

With his demonstration done, he waved his hands, causing all of his effects to vanish, himself standing tall and proud.  [color=gold]"A perfect combination of defense and offense.  You may promote me to the next grade now."[/color]  He seemed oblivious to the fact that he managed to cause quite a bit of damage to the courtyard around him, a large ugly scorch mark of grass, a bush burned to a crisp, and an innocent tree whose branch took such fire damage that the branch fell to the ground into splinters and the tree itself still had embers and was in danger of catching fire.