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located in Misaki Creek Academy, a part of Misaki Creek| An All Boys Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

Misaki Creek Academy



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Character Portrait: Kito Viltrol Character Portrait: Mihail Abram Character Portrait: Hiroshi Tatsuno
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The sunlight filtered in through the dark blue curtains fluttering from the open window on the other side of the room. Birds chirped, singing songs of the rising sun as morning arrived. Mihail stirred underneath his cream-colored covers and pulled the pillow closer to his body, hugging it closely. A small grumble escaped his lips and his eyes squeezed shut, straining against the forces of the sunlight streaking across his face. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Mihail allowed himself to be called to wakefulness by the birdsong outside. His eyes open revealing cloudy gray-blue eyes that took in his surroundings with wariness as if he didn't completely recognize where he was. Mihail was not a morning person tended to be groggy and often slow in the time between waking up and his first coffee. If other people came around they usually received grumpy mumbles and sluggish glares. He stretched his arms above his head, reveling in the way his muscles unwound after laying still for so long. The djinn was still getting used to having a human body and the responsibilities that came with it even after year or two. It was a hard transition to go from being a spirit of the aether who felt mother nature's warm embrace and raced across the colorful skies as pure unbridled energy to being a solid vulnerable human, a shell of what used to be. A human body was more trouble than it was worth too. For one, it always felt unclean and tired and always needed sustenance, whether that sustenance be aetheric because of his djinni nature or processed food. Sometimes he ached to belong to nature and feel invincible again but he was bound by this body and until he remembered his name he would stay this way. Mihail leaned his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge of his bed and gazed down at the hardwood floor, collecting himself slowly.

Mihail cursed under his breath as he remembered that today was the first day of school. Soon, the freshman and returning students would be entering the school grounds to begin or continue their education as high school students. Mihail pushed off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to take a shower. He couldn't waste any more time just sitting around or he would be late to the commencement ceremony at nine. Soon he was under the spray of scalding water and stepping out refreshened and smelling decently nice as a flowery smell wafted from his hair. He didn't mind the smell however because he liked the scent of flowers and this particular scent was like honey and roses. Mihail dried himself off and stepped up to the bathroom mirror and proceeded to brush his teeth while his gaze floated over his features briefly. His blonde hair was mostly dry and hung down over his shoulders just a bit, with a few strands in his bangs annoying him endlessly by getting in his eyes. His gaze was more alert now that he had showered but still seemed distracted since he hadn't had any caffeine yet. Mihail finished brushing his teeth and turned to go back inside the main room of his condo.

The condo was minimalistic with very few sentimental items. There were no photos of family or even posters on the walls. His white and cream bedsheets were in disarray and the light blue and white-striped walls which were oddly calming surrounded him. The floors were covered in a beautiful polished oak and nothing piled on the wood. In fact, Mihail kept his room immaculate and not even dust rested on any of the furniture even though Mihail always had the window open for fresh air. He wasn't claustrophobic but he preferred the natural air from outside as compared to the air conditioning. Now that he was aware and somewhat awake, he caught the scent of cherry blossoms in the room. Mihail walked to the window, keeping to the side and out of sight, to peer out curiously at the cherry blossom trees blooming in the distance. Some of the petals were drifting on the wind and this elicited a slight smile from him before it vanished when he turned away.

Mihail dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, dark blue tie, and black indoor loafers before wandering back to the mirror in the bathroom. He reached up to tie his hair in a suitably professional ponytail and after scrutinizing himself in the mirror to assure quality he strode to the door of his apartment and opened it to go outside. The djinn strode through the halls towards the teachers lounge where he was sure to find some coffee. When he arrived, his gaze flitted over the occupants already inside. The headmaster sipped his coffee on the couch, looking comfortable and thoughtful. Mihail reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the headmaster, Hiroshi, and peered over at Kito Vitrol who was the history teacher at Misaki Creek. Mihail debated on saying hello to the both of them before he figured that he was too grumpy to manage a polite greeting yet. So, instead, he walked over to the coffeemaker and poured himself a hot mug of black coffee with no sugar and no creamer. He loved the bitter taste. While taking a cautious sip from the blue mug as he strode over to the couch, he relished the awareness he received from the dark liquid. The fog over his mind completely faded after a few more gulps of the coffee. He let his gaze settle on Hiroshi as he lowered his mug to his lap. "Morning." It was short and to the point, his usual greeting since he hated adding 'good' in front of 'morning'. Why greet with 'good morning' when it was neither a happy greeting nor an actual pleasant morning. Mihail figured it was the usual human complexity. He preferred it simple and frank. Mihail looked to the clock on the wall and scowled. He wasn't ready to face hordes of student just yet with his grumpiness.