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Tapping his fingers against the wooden surface of Neoh's desk, the boy's attention maintained focus on a passing summer breeze, beyond a large, reflective window. Black eyes met the rattling of branches and leaves in response to nature's breath, the teenager's slender digits carefully caressing his beloved pet.

Neoh could still recall how he came across Lemon, the blonde colored ferret refusing to leave its owner's side. Since before the academy brought Neoh and his brother into its embrace, the child found great comfort amidst the warmth of feral beasts. A bleeding heart went out to them, their innocence and primal purity a sense of perfection in itself. He was never able to ignore their plight, and would consistently take steps required to aid those of lesser fortune, who crossed his path.

Lemon was one of these unfortunate souls, a furred tree dweller calling Venture Island its home. It was by the virtue of coincidence that Neoh came across the ferret, wounded and abused. Another student was first to the scene, their presence forcing a most heated scenario. Onlookers would note that the student in question was making himself known as a nuisance towards unfortunate animal.

Neoh faced exile, nearly finding himself expelled after confronting the culprit. It was clearly branded in stone, from that day, that Neoh's temper was a dangerous furnace. His salvation came in the form of an accepted duel, regulations shielding him from ultimate punishment.

Following the battle, Neoh left his fellow student barely clinging to a thread of life. It earned the young soldier a reputation among others, indeed. For Neoh, however, this was an irrelevant side effect. He spent weeks nursing the ferret back to health, earning the creature's trust and love.

Unlike his brother Miles, Neoh was an unforgiving zealot shackled to his beliefs, and ideals. He would not shy away from anger, but rather embraced it as the hero he was known. Javelin, the relentless spear. Truly, the relaxed, laid back and even serene persona displayed for others to view was easily dispelled, in response to unwarranted cruelty.

That ferret on his shoulder was not only an endearing sight, but a reminder. A statement. Where Neoh's sweet if moody state was prevelant, it could easily shift and sway.

Turning his head back to the teacher, Neoh exhaled a tired sigh. The lesson would soon be over, and he could indulge in a long awaited lunch. 

Some assumed Neoh's stance on nourishment, but he was in fact not opposed to eating meat. It was the circle of life, undeniable to all. He even enjoyed hunting, and had done so in the past, when time allowed. Students of Venture Academy were taught to survive, after all, which included hunting and sleeping under the stars. Not every mission took place on an urban battlefield.