[i]“Best way to describe Duncan? He’s like ice. Cold, transparent yet cloudy at the same time”[/i]

Those were the words used by his instructor back at the Naval College when Headmistress Pryde first approached them about recruiting Duncan. That was eight months ago but the word still rattled around in his head. Duncan was one of the few students who didn’t have a home to go back to during the schools recent vacation period. His family was dead, parents gone, grandparents gone, everyone was gone and strangely the young Scotsman was ok with that. He didn’t want to be taken wrong, Duncan loved his family but live a life as he has since their untimely passing and you realise that living and dwelling in a dark past is not the way to go. Dunc lives firmly in the present, absorbing everything around him in the hopes of the betterment of his life. Yet, he still could not shake those words. He made friends easily, he was accessible, a bit aloof sure but he wasn’t hard to talk to…or was he? The words had to have some merit to them right? Duncan had yet to fully grasp the concept and that in itself was more terrifying than many other things in life; the lack of understanding.

It was a warm day outside and Duncan wasn’t one to stress about his fashion sense. He walked into the auditorium dressed in dirty blue jeans, white trainers and a form fitting sunburned orange t-shirt that showed off his strong physique. His powers made him unnaturally strong but that didn’t mean that Duncan had to welch on his training. He attended Naval College for a reason, he wanted to get fit and he wanted to serve.

He was one of the last ones in the auditorium so Duncan ended up on the front row. He looked down at his left hand and watched the little violet glow of his veins evaporate. 
Before entering the room, he had made sure to build up his power reserves with a bit of an intense workout. In Duncan’s mind, you never knew what could happen, especially with this schools prior reputation. He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair as the headmistress addressed the crowd. The boy next to him loudly chugged a bottle of water. Obviously he was new. A little grin appeared on Dunc’s face as he hear Danny, who sat on the other side of the boy with the water, do is usual shtick about recycling. The boy didn’t look like he was listened. 

“Don’t worry, Danny. If he doesn’t recycle I’ll break his wrists” It was an idle and sarcastic threat but the new boy didn’t have to know that. Danny knew Duncan well enough to know that he wasn’t serious and was just playing around with the newbie. There was something inherently fun about watching people squirm.