Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20191021144345/@comment-2600:8807:1100:84D:BCE3:B36A:28F3:1BD5-20191023023350

I can start, no worries.

Shinso slunk in the shadows silently, observing the other students as they went along with their day. He scribbled down some notes in his Student Analysis Journal in his small, neat handwriting. Ever since he had started school, he had started taking notes on each individual student he met or saw, searching for any weaknesses he could exploit or skills and alliances that could be useful for him in the future.

The purple-haired student flipped to a page at random. Hearth Johansson. Elf. Froster. Nervous, twitchy, anxious. Mediocre with his ice powers. There were many more notes on the random student he had briefly spoken with.

How easily forgettable. If he were more confident and better with himself powers, Hearth might’ve been an asset to Shinso in the future. That wasn’t the case here. Hearth was, for a lack of better words, worthless. It was harsh, but it was the truth.

-Loki