Moving was not so fun. It has been three days since my departure with my Parents. I carried a bag with me as I was moved to the dorms that housed the well known and respected Angelii. I had come here to learn more about who I really was. As a child my father taught me simple fighting tactics, but as I learned I excelled more in hand to hand combat, I knew that I wanted to become an Angelii. The change for me was not that hard really. I was used to living on my own. My mom was out doing work for the government and my Father was always in his shop fixing something or making something.
I knew that I was alittle snarky and knew that I had to change some of that to be accepted into the Angelii. They wanted all rules to be followed. And I would do my best to follow, but I knew that I might slip up. I still had to try. Even with all of this, A wealthy family, a father that was good to me, and a one shot to the Angelii. I just hoped that I didn't screw this up.
While others around me were dressed in bright greens, blues, and other colors that I couldn't even name, as they were completely different than the standard. I wore black. Every thing on my body was black. My kneehigh, flatfooted boots were jet black and almost glossy. Pants that were tight on my thighs, hips and calfs. Lighter black, but still black. My spaghetti strap top was black and hugged my body features as the front was folded into my belt, Showing off the gunsmith black belt buckle that had cross swords as the detail that my father had made for me.
The only thing that was not black was my skin, eyes, and hair. Speaking of my hair. My hand moved to push back the rogue strands of hair in front of my face to be behind my pointy ears. I then grabbed a clip from by back pocket and placed it in my hair to prevent the wind or my moving to move it out of place. Stopping I looked around. Realizing that I was not lost. I gave myself a facepalm. I pulled my bag from my back and started to look inside for the map that I was given of the place.
Only I couldn't find it.
@[member="Anya Venari"]
I knew that I was alittle snarky and knew that I had to change some of that to be accepted into the Angelii. They wanted all rules to be followed. And I would do my best to follow, but I knew that I might slip up. I still had to try. Even with all of this, A wealthy family, a father that was good to me, and a one shot to the Angelii. I just hoped that I didn't screw this up.
While others around me were dressed in bright greens, blues, and other colors that I couldn't even name, as they were completely different than the standard. I wore black. Every thing on my body was black. My kneehigh, flatfooted boots were jet black and almost glossy. Pants that were tight on my thighs, hips and calfs. Lighter black, but still black. My spaghetti strap top was black and hugged my body features as the front was folded into my belt, Showing off the gunsmith black belt buckle that had cross swords as the detail that my father had made for me.
The only thing that was not black was my skin, eyes, and hair. Speaking of my hair. My hand moved to push back the rogue strands of hair in front of my face to be behind my pointy ears. I then grabbed a clip from by back pocket and placed it in my hair to prevent the wind or my moving to move it out of place. Stopping I looked around. Realizing that I was not lost. I gave myself a facepalm. I pulled my bag from my back and started to look inside for the map that I was given of the place.
Only I couldn't find it.
@[member="Anya Venari"]