[h3][color=d6ecef][center]Leonhard[/center][/color][/h3]

[indent]There was, of course, the question of when Leonhard's life had sunk to this point. As he stood and watched the chaotic cacophony that Fae Creek called a welcoming party, it was all he could do to avoid matching the admission officer's spirits. What unfortunate string of events had he undergone to end up in such a situated? Him, the once child of a noble family, relegated to a D-List academy. It was tragic.[/indent]
[indent]But then again, Leonhard knew it would be tragic. His whole life was one big tragedy, and himself a hero with a flippant and vulgar hamartia. By this point, he had learned not to sulk over it. Things did not simply end up well for Leonhard until he made them well himself. He had found, in his many years of struggling against circumstance, that elbow grease was necessary to right what was wrong with his life. The ability to create something from nothing, much like zero times infinity, depended on the magnitude of the infinite compared to the void of the zero. And Leonhard's determination was far greater than his absent talent.[/indent]
[indent]Indeed. This class was a mess. A big one, but it was nothing Leonhard couldn't fix. Each and every single student here, he would ensure that they shine brighter than the top student at the greatest academy. Sure, life could give Leonhard awful circumstances -- it often did -- but those circumstances could be [i]wrought[/i] into something grand.[/indent]
[indent]First, he would take stock of the students. He would leave the one's who were more rambunctious, such as the red-eyed demagogue or leopard-folk, for later. In fact, from what he gleaned, he could figure out their abilities during the duel they had scheduled for later, [i]if[/i] they do indeed go through with it. As well, he shouldn't waste these first impressions on the more talkative types such as the group forming around the girl with a camera or the choking boy. Learning about socialites would come naturally throughout the classes they shared together. Instead, it would be far more beneficial for Leonard to focus upon those who were keeping to themselves. The beginning of their school life together provided an excuse to interact which may not present itself as easily in the future, so it was crucial to establish a connection at this very moment. That left just a single individual for Leonhard to target, tucked away in the corner.[/indent]
[indent]She was much smaller than Leonhard, and wore some sort of interesting cloak. From beneath it, one could also see red eyes and tufts of silver-white hair. In her hands was some tome while she softly sung some indiscernible notes of irritation.[/indent]
[indent]Determination in mind, the inert noble made his way over to the corner. He sensed something off about her. It would be important for him to narrow down exactly what that is, but for now, he would focus on learning the basics.[/indent]
[indent][b][color=d6ecef]"Hey there, my name's Leonhard, but you can call me Leon. Are you a new student too?"[/color][/b][/indent]

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