Coro
Evil Overlord of the Rebellion
Standing at the window situated behind his deck, in the highest tower of Academy City's main building, Headmaster Nilast ran a hand through his slightly greying hair, cut prim and proper. A good group of students this year, he decided. Many showed promise, many showed charisma, many showed courage. There were plenty of qualities present in the students this year that had been lacking in the last few years, the qualities that really set aside a group of young witches and wizards and allowed them to excel.
With a small grin, he turned to his assistant, Head of Administration, Professor Nexter.
"Seems like it's going to be a good year, eh Nexter?" He asked of his old friend.
"Indeed, my friend. Entertaining, if not good, one could conclude." Nexter replied, pushing his glasses up along his nose to their proper position, and brushing his sleek dirty blonde hair from his eyes.
"Well, it's always entertaining, it comes with the territory of being in charge of a bloody magical academy." He let out with a chuckle, fixing the cuffs on his rather extravagant suit. "We have an opening ceremony to wrap up soon."
"Oh let Woodwind ramble on about the Academy's history a little longer." Nexter shot back, rolling his eyes. He'd sat in on enough of Woodwind's lectures to know just how passionate he was about history, and just how boring it was to listen to the man talk.
"I think that's enough torture for one morning." Nilast concluded, and without another word from Nexter, the two of them disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the dimly lit room filled with portraits and trinkets eerily empty.
~~~
"And with that, the final battle against the dark wizard Domo had been fought, with the Academy's founder, Artemis Highland coming out as the victor. From there he stayed the Academy's Headmaster for a stunning seventy years, and under the tutelage of him and his allies turned teachers, many young witches and wizards who shaped the face of the world as you all know it today arose. His son, and former commander of the Battle-Mage sect of the Northern Border, Marco Highland, and the world renowned researcher and fighter, Vent Aterus, for example, being two students from this era. We'll go over these famous people and more in the coming history classes, but my point remains, students, that you have a history, ages upon ages of tradition and legacy to live up to, that will shine through your actions and words! You represent the future of the Academy now, so hold your heads up high!" Professor Woodwind wrapped up, in a particularly exciting manner, as students and staff alike erupted into applause and a deafening roar of cheering. He smiled a wrinkled smile, his lengthy grey hair tied back in a pony-tail, waving as he left the stage before the collective student body and took his seat amongst the rest of the teachers.
From there, appearing in a flash of light, were the Headmaster and Head of Administration themselves, the faces of the Academy, Headmaster Nilast and Professor Nexter. The crowd grew ridiculously silent, very quickly, as the Headmaster cleared his throat. Bringing his decorated and beautiful wand from a pouch at his side up to his throat, he projected his voice in a magical display befitting someone of such importance.
"The official opening ceremonies are now at a close, and the students are free to go about the remaining time this weekend at their leisure. Classes start bright and early Monday morning, with schedules and room assignments at the various help centres around campus. Go now, students, you are dismissed!" He wrapped up, with the crowd erupting into cheering and applause once again, the mad rush of second-year and higher students who knew the ropes rushing out the doors and towards their respective dorm rooms and favourite places to hang out. It was only Friday night after all.
The first years had been instructed to stay, so they could get their room assignments and schedules given to them personally.
~~~
Tybalt Hale, a fourteen year-old first year student, was waiting rather nervously with the other first years. He kept quiet, and shook the shaggy dark hair from his eyes. He kept to himself, his hands stuck down his pockets, as his strange yellow eyes glanced about, surveying the situation. It seemed they had to wait for all the other students to clear from the grand hall to get their schedules and room assignments. That'd be a little while, enough time for people to socialize, Tybalt guessed, as he glanced back to see the progress the higher years were making. It seemed slow. They were being rowdy and rambunctious.
OOC - Info and Sign-up:http://www.rpnation.com/showthread.php/4730-Rebirth-The-Highland-Academy-of-Magical-Studies-Info-and-Sign-up
Everyone who signed up is a first year irregardless of age. So you'll all waiting together. :3
With a small grin, he turned to his assistant, Head of Administration, Professor Nexter.
"Seems like it's going to be a good year, eh Nexter?" He asked of his old friend.
"Indeed, my friend. Entertaining, if not good, one could conclude." Nexter replied, pushing his glasses up along his nose to their proper position, and brushing his sleek dirty blonde hair from his eyes.
"Well, it's always entertaining, it comes with the territory of being in charge of a bloody magical academy." He let out with a chuckle, fixing the cuffs on his rather extravagant suit. "We have an opening ceremony to wrap up soon."
"Oh let Woodwind ramble on about the Academy's history a little longer." Nexter shot back, rolling his eyes. He'd sat in on enough of Woodwind's lectures to know just how passionate he was about history, and just how boring it was to listen to the man talk.
"I think that's enough torture for one morning." Nilast concluded, and without another word from Nexter, the two of them disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the dimly lit room filled with portraits and trinkets eerily empty.
~~~
"And with that, the final battle against the dark wizard Domo had been fought, with the Academy's founder, Artemis Highland coming out as the victor. From there he stayed the Academy's Headmaster for a stunning seventy years, and under the tutelage of him and his allies turned teachers, many young witches and wizards who shaped the face of the world as you all know it today arose. His son, and former commander of the Battle-Mage sect of the Northern Border, Marco Highland, and the world renowned researcher and fighter, Vent Aterus, for example, being two students from this era. We'll go over these famous people and more in the coming history classes, but my point remains, students, that you have a history, ages upon ages of tradition and legacy to live up to, that will shine through your actions and words! You represent the future of the Academy now, so hold your heads up high!" Professor Woodwind wrapped up, in a particularly exciting manner, as students and staff alike erupted into applause and a deafening roar of cheering. He smiled a wrinkled smile, his lengthy grey hair tied back in a pony-tail, waving as he left the stage before the collective student body and took his seat amongst the rest of the teachers.
From there, appearing in a flash of light, were the Headmaster and Head of Administration themselves, the faces of the Academy, Headmaster Nilast and Professor Nexter. The crowd grew ridiculously silent, very quickly, as the Headmaster cleared his throat. Bringing his decorated and beautiful wand from a pouch at his side up to his throat, he projected his voice in a magical display befitting someone of such importance.
"The official opening ceremonies are now at a close, and the students are free to go about the remaining time this weekend at their leisure. Classes start bright and early Monday morning, with schedules and room assignments at the various help centres around campus. Go now, students, you are dismissed!" He wrapped up, with the crowd erupting into cheering and applause once again, the mad rush of second-year and higher students who knew the ropes rushing out the doors and towards their respective dorm rooms and favourite places to hang out. It was only Friday night after all.
The first years had been instructed to stay, so they could get their room assignments and schedules given to them personally.
~~~
Tybalt Hale, a fourteen year-old first year student, was waiting rather nervously with the other first years. He kept quiet, and shook the shaggy dark hair from his eyes. He kept to himself, his hands stuck down his pockets, as his strange yellow eyes glanced about, surveying the situation. It seemed they had to wait for all the other students to clear from the grand hall to get their schedules and room assignments. That'd be a little while, enough time for people to socialize, Tybalt guessed, as he glanced back to see the progress the higher years were making. It seemed slow. They were being rowdy and rambunctious.
OOC - Info and Sign-up:http://www.rpnation.com/showthread.php/4730-Rebirth-The-Highland-Academy-of-Magical-Studies-Info-and-Sign-up
Everyone who signed up is a first year irregardless of age. So you'll all waiting together. :3
Here it is, sorry if the image quality isn't the best or anything. I had to use a camera.
http://postimage.org/image/yas4ia4gr/
For anyone having trouble reading my writing, I'll also put the legend right here for quick referencing.
1) Lake Astrumregis
2) Forlorn Woods
3) a clearing
4)
a) First year boy's dorm
b) First year girls' dorm
5) First year's cafeteria & Student Centre
6)
a) Grand Hall
b) Academy main building
7) Mount Aterus
8) Academy City
9) Teacher's Residence
10) Residential Neighbourhood
11) Academy Stadium
12) ???
http://postimage.org/image/yas4ia4gr/
For anyone having trouble reading my writing, I'll also put the legend right here for quick referencing.
1) Lake Astrumregis
2) Forlorn Woods
3) a clearing
4)
a) First year boy's dorm
b) First year girls' dorm
5) First year's cafeteria & Student Centre
6)
a) Grand Hall
b) Academy main building
7) Mount Aterus
8) Academy City
9) Teacher's Residence
10) Residential Neighbourhood
11) Academy Stadium
12) ???
