Secrets and War (Open Please Join)

(Hey, I wanted to ask if Lydia can be a student aid of some sort?)

((Oh! US history is a Jr. class, Rowlin is taking it just because of the educational systems being different outside the country. Something along those lines. ^^ We've had that happen on a few occasions. So it would work.))

Rowlin was completely distracted by his tablet, and textbook side by side. He was skimming the textbook to see how much he knew, what he had already gone over, and what was still new to him. At this point all the stares were just a background operation, nothing special nor important. He siighed slightly, as much as he loved school he hated being the new kid. He listened carefully throughout the whispers, they were wondering if he was a local transferring from one of the public schools, or out of state. If rumors spread then it'll be along the lines of, outsider welcomes to our school please kick

Winter looked down. "I knew you would be scared. Everyone else is. That's why I'm alone."

He took Luca's hand with an appreciated smile. "T-Thanks.." He replied with slight shock. "W-Well..." He began as he stood up and began to dust himself off, "It's not that I was falling asleep, I didn't realize the chairs weren't connected to the table." He explained, as he spoke their was an Irish accent to his voice, not as noticeable but from time to time it would peak in. "B-But thank you so much for the help." He lightly laughed, "I-I really wasn't expecting that sort of entrance, but your save was perfect." He nodded,"T-The names Rowlin, and you?"

"Pleasure to meet you Luca." Rowlin smiled in appreciation. This guy was obviously alot lighter then the girls he met earlier. The girls from earlier slapped all this information in his face then walked away as if it were nothing. Yet this guy here seemed a lot different, maybe chill too. "W-Well I was given an opportunity to study out here. Thought it would be an interesting chance to be somewhere different, and to live a different piece of culture." He smiled. "When it was to come to the United States, I couldn't resist. Yet it's quite bizarre to do it halfway through the year."

Elian Myrick || Male || 39 || Seer || Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs

||Elian's eyes are one of his most definitive features. They are a light, golden color. The color of the setting sun as it delves behind the horizon, the shade of the fall leaves as they settle on the sidewalk. His skin has a slight tan from enjoying the sunlight and usually sleeping on the couch near the window. His ears are pierced several times from his rebellious age back in his teenage years. His hair is as shaggy as a lion's mane, but seems to be slightly longer. His hair also hangs into his eyes and sometimes, when he's napping, someone will tie his bangs back in a light pink bow out of pure enjoyment. Following an adult's idea of formal attire, Elian will often wear a white, collared shirt and a black blazer over it. However, he likes to keep his blazer open and his collar unfolded. A small tattoo is located around his collarbone, right above his heart. The words "donec mortem nobis faciunt, pars" are tattooed there in bold, black letters. Since he unbuttons the first button of his shirt, you can vaguely see the characters. He forces himself to put on a tie around his neck, loosely of course, and a white belt with a black buckle around his waist. His height is 6"6, and is often teased by close friends for it. He often wears two beaded necklaces that have been given to him by his father before the older man died.
|| Elian has the most open personality one could ever meet. He's cheerful and tries to keep everyone's spirits up, even if he himself is not feeling the greatest. He always urges people to not rush into battle, that it's best to think things through. He acts more of a child, rather than an adult, despite what his attire reveals. If one looks carefully, sometimes his cheerfulness is suspected to be a facade due to the fact that he can be caught looking out the window of his office with a sorrowful expression.||

Elian's ability deals with poisons and toxins, his body a warehouse for deadly chemicals. Each poison that is contained in his body can cause a person to go through numerous, painful side-effects. Poisonous gas and poisonous liquids can be secreted from his body whenever he feels a strong emotion or when he decides to do it from his own will. Skin to skin contact has been a problem for him because at one point, he couldn't control it and would destroy everything he touched. It's way better now, but there are times when his mental state weakens and the toxins are no longer under his complete control. Elian has the capability to infuse his poisons into mundane objects and people. || Elian has worked hard to get to where he is now, and isn't ready to let it go anytime soon. Secretly, he enjoys the thrill of battle and thrives in the attention his position gives him.||

you forgot something viti look at the rules one more time please]