[h1][color=00a99d]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1]
	The Widow Nailo and her son were out on the road by late afternoon, and arrived first thing in the evening. Joryldin cherished being able to watch the sunset through the screen of their light-sealed car. It was one of the few things that brought him comfort after he was turned. Said comfort was short lived however, as they arrived in the bustling town of Nolia Academy. Joryldin stepped out of the car in a grey two-piece, the best they could find on such short notice. He adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder as to not wrinkle his suit as his mother exited the vehicle.

[color=gold]"Oh come now dear, look at your hair!"[/color]
She wasted no time attacking him with a comb until he was in acceptable condition.
[color=teal]"Mom, don't! I'm trying to keep my eyes covered."[/color]
[color=gold]"But they're perfectly lovely eyes! Just look at how they glow! Did you make sure to brush your fangs? Open your mouth, let me see."[/color]

	Any protests Joryldin had fell on deaf ears. Widow Nailo spent more than 20 minutes checking and double checking that he looked his best, until finally she had to let him go. It was quite the tearful goodbye. For her, it was like sending away an infant; for him, it was like his first step as an adult... into a dark new world that terrified him to his core.

	The festivities were surprisingly upbeat. He expected something far more grim; it was quite jarring to see everyone excited and getting along. Throughout it all, Joryldin remained a wallflower. Once his mother had driven away, he immediately sweept his hair back in front of his eyes out of fear of accidentally mesmerizing someone. Passerby's and peers who tried to introduce themselves were brushed off with a hasty greeting as he promptly relocated. He especially avoided the human students, too ashamed to face any of them. Why shouldn't he be? He had abandoned his humanity and would soon be forced to take one of them away from everything they cared about just to extend his own undeath...

	These were the thoughts that plagued Joryldin's mind up until the moment Princess Nolia called everyone to attention. It was the first and only time he was glad his heart couldn't beat any more, because if it could, he would have gone into cardiac arrest. It wasn't adoration that her confidence, beauty, and charisma stirred in him; it was fear. Here stood one of the most powerful beings in existence. As far as he knew, everything in the world served no purpose but to entertain her whims and fancy. He barely payed any attention to what she said, and when his envelope was unsealed, his hands shook as they drew out the picture. "Dakota Brookes", he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. When he was alive, his biggest fear was becoming a mage and getting stripped of all purpose but to serve some vampire. Now here he was forcing this girl who looks like she had all the confidence and purpose in the world to be reduced to his food. Joryldin started wandering the grounds, looking for her. Might as well get introduced and start things on the right foot if she would be stuck with him for the rest of her life.
[@WeepingLiberty]