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BRIEF CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Mikhail Delouche is a vampire at the age of eighteen. He's calm by nature, more prone to rolling his eyes and sighing at an inconvenient situation versus impulsive violence as a response. Though he isn't necessarily a loner, he is introverted enough to find solitude comforting. He's a bit on the weaker side when it comes to vampires. It's a self-inflicted weakness, due to his diet of animal blood versus human blood. It both means that his strength and healing are slower and that his thrall is weaker when compared to others of his kind who have the 'proper' diet.
MONDAY MORNING, 8:00 AM. A tall obsidian building should have stood out against the general architecture of a bustling, modern city. Surely it would have, if not for the glamour masking it from the humans who would be driven by curiosity to wander into and taint the sanctuary for the supernatural. St.Laverns was a protective ground first and a school second, not that the extensive examination process every student underwent would make such a thing obvious.
The chime of the bell signified yet another year filled with a menagerie of species dashing down the hallways to avoid being late to their first class. Mikhail just heaved out a sigh and slammed his locker door shut, taking a moment to sling his backpack over his shoulder before making his own way to class. He seemed to arrive just in the nick of time, the late bell ringing just as he stepped through the door. The vampire offered the teacher and his fellow student body a disinterested glance before taking a seat at the first available desk he noticed.
Demonology. Wonderful.
As the teacher clapped their hands together to begin the lesson, Mikhail's plucked a white coloured earbud out of his ear and bent down to rummage through his bag, realizing then and there that he'd stupidly grabbed the wrong textbook. Groaning, he looked around his general vicinity to see if any of his neighbours at least seemed decently tolerable enough to ask for assistant. Who was he kidding, none of them seemed friendly enough.
Well, so much for starting the year off on the right foot.