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Nazriel Vlad Cinonath
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Click...click...click...click, the sounds of boots echoed ahead of the tall man, odly shape hair with black and gold streaks a jacket boots and pants all matching his hair. His eyes red with gold his expression blank as he made his way towards the 'Secret High School'. Running a pale hand through his hair he tilted his head back some as he spread the fibers of his hair the color changing some before returning to the shade it was before his fingers ran through his hair. His eyes turn towards the students and teachers that were outside the academy. 'Hmm, seems like a very charming place. This will make a good home for the time being' Chuckling some at the thoughts of the academy and how he had been offered a job as a teacher. It made sense after all, ask a man who has lived hundreds or thousands of year. His memory was nerely flawless so why not? Why not teacher the history of the world for a few years? Stopping finally as he approached the school he sighed some as he ran his hand through his hair again. He just realized that he didn't know exactly where he was suppose to go. This put him in a akward position use to knowing his surroundings and knowing every twist or turn in the area. What to do?... What to do?....