Devon walked behind his master Justus, and the other three apprentices follow suit. He looks around though his mask, the mask he uses to hide his..... unusual markings. He was found alone, just a homeless child, waiting outside the school steps almost ten years ago. His face was tattooed with strange ruins, but the most striking thing of all was that his shadow didn't match his movements. It seemed that whoever marked him used it to give him a living shadow, though he doesn't know why. Nor does he care, for that matter. Just another thing that makes him strange. Another thing that makes him a freak.

He looks around, his dark eyes flicking from person to person, and the few that meet his gaze flinch seeing him. Or maybe it's the eerie gaze of the dark puppet that is his shadow that scares them. He sighs, and his master taps him on the shoulder. [i]"Control your puppet."[/i] He blinks, and pulls the shadow back to it's proper place. [i]"Apologies Master."[/i] He looks around, seeing that everyone else has taken a step or two away from him.