Roger was in the back, lounging in his chair during the presentation. He had a notebook cradled in his arm, a pen in his hand. It looked like he was taking notes. He was not. Roger never cared much about rules. After he’d gotten bored of drawing swords and that one S shape, he’d started making a wishlist of different weapons he wanted to buy.

That was not to say he wasn’t paying attention. As he idly doodled, his electrosense was feeling it’s way through the auditorium, sizing up the other students. As the presentation ended, he put away his notebook. He had caught the last bit, at least. This was his chance to turn his life around. Maybe the academy would be a place he could find acceptance. He noticed a purple haired girl near the wall. She looked lonely.

[color=ed1c24]“New here?”[/color] He asked Shelly, approaching the purple haired girl with a small smile. He didn’t seem put off by the fact she looked like a zombie. He himself was a little strange looking, though not in a bad way. Roger was tall, at 6’4, with a slender build. He was boyishly handsome, with tousled, platinum blonde hair and smooth, but pale skin. His eyes were crimson, and in the dim light of the auditorium, glowed like rosey embers. He was smiling slightly, and she could see his pearly white teeth, small fangs where his canines were. Upon request, the Academy’s doctors had given him fangs when they replaced his teeth with prosthetics.