[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

He could already feel the daggers in everyone's eyes poking his back. Why did he have to get up and open his mouth? Now everybody knew how clueless he was, how much of a failure he was dead-set to be. What was step one of surviving the academy? Don't stick your neck out unless you want it bitten; and he just failed that goal right off the bat. The new-blood nodded, heeding the imposing TA's advice to hit the library. Without another word, Joryldin sat down. 

He fully understood that glare from Varis, that look of; "You're a sun damned idiot, and now you're a target." At least, that's what he thought the looks was. If Joryldin could still sweat, he would already be drenched. If he could feel sick, his stomach would be in knots. If he could still blush, his humiliation would have him bright red. If he could [i]die[/i], he would have had a heart attack by now... But no, he couldn't do any of that. He could only sit there in his fancy suit, pale as a ghost, cold as ice, surrounded by decadent undead, and learn about how their high society ruled the world. The mostly irrational fear and panic began to overwhelm him. Joryldin wanted nothing more than to either leave, or be put in the ground like a human being. Neither of those were an option. With nothing else at his disposal, he fell back on the gift he was given during the night prior. A tool for survival. When Joryldin clipped the golden plate onto his ear, it was like 40mg of anxiety medication straight to his brain. The feeling was less of a haze or masking of his worries, but rather a burst of clarity. They were all there, and all still relevant, but he was able to focus on the task at hand, and consider them later. 

He quickly set to taking notes on the first lesson. He had absolutely nothing to go off of for this first paper, so every word that the count said needed to be written down. The longer the lesson went on, however, the more Joryldin was genuinely interested in what was being taught. Every word of it was relevant to his new life, so he had to know it in and out anyway, but it was a fascinating set of documents in and of itself. The shift from downright hunting normal humans to modern day laws was news to the flegeling. His parents had apparently left quite a few bits and pieces out of his homeschooling during his earliest years. 

His thoughts and notes were both interrupted by the crash of double doors. While hesitant to turn his head back and look at the occasion, most everyone else did, so he saw no harm. 

[color=ccff99]“For those of you who don’t know, I’m Eris Samael. I’m 112, a Taurus, and love long walks on the beach. Going forward we’ll be classmates!”[/color]

Samael... Where had he heard that name before? Joryldin took a look at his syllabus again, and found the name under the list of students for his study group. Then, it hit him. That face was THE Eris Motherfucking Samael, film-making legend, and they were going to be in the same group for the next half-year. This was either going to be REALLY good, or REALLY bad.