Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-24147026-20140524190715

Leucetius had woken up with nothing different or weird plauging him. He had gotten breakfast and prepared for the day of classes and training.

Walking to his first class in uniform, the young man couldn't help but feel bothered by something, he ignored the feeling best he could. It vexed him still, causing him to look angry as he tranversed the halls.

He was sure he scared some of the other students that way, tales of his anger and obviously logical actions against his peers had become something of legend and fear. He gussed he liked it that way, better to be feared than loved.

Making it to class, the young man found a seat and waited for the lessons to begin.