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Collin Luthor

As Collin strode purposely into the academy he paused for a moment to admire the buildings Gothic architectural feel. Once again he was glad to be in a place among those who easily accepted his many eccentricities. He was a healthy young man tall and broad for his age. His face was deceptively thin in contrast to the heavy Irish build he possessed.As he entered he removed the baggy jacket he wore, first revealing a healthy, perhaps overly muscled left arm and dear "Gwen" his prosthetic arm. After tinkering with it a moment he calmly regarded the jacket before lightly grasping the shoulder of a freshman and chuckling with delight as the younger boy visibly flinched at as he laid eyes upon Collins arm. Were the prosthetic ended a mass of pale aged scar tissue stood exposed by the rather form fitting sleeveless undershirt Collin was clad in.

"Hey fella, yer a bit scrawny. Don't wanna catch yer death o' cold 'round here, help yerself. I've got another."

Throwing the jacket around the smaller boys shoulders the exchanged a mutual grin. As the boy began to mutter his thanks Collin lightly planted a finger on the boys chest. Leaning slightly Collin bent to roughly eye level with the younger boy.

"Just remember....I'm not a nice guy."

Collin gave a slight push and knocked the boy to the ground before continuing on his way.
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After a few moments of brisk walking Collin made his way to the conference room and scanned the table for a moment before locating an empty seat. As he took it he glanced a few seats down the table and saw a rather thin blonde. None of the others currently seated seemed too remarkable, giving way to his curiosity Collin stood and walked the few feet to the empty seat opposite the girls own. As he pulled the chair out he stuck his left hand down to offer a shake.

"Collin Luthor, pleasures mine."