Ryuuji Tsukino
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- Holly Wand 11 Essence of Phoenix Feather
Ryuuji Tsukino sighed and sat up slowly. He put a hand to his fluffy blond head and waited for the pain to fade - hanging upside down on the bed hadn't been such a good idea. The young Tsukino sighed again. He had to find something to do. This boredom was killing him.
A copy of Holy Knight - which he'd finished reading ages ago - lay on a nearby table and his dorm room was practically deserted. He was bored, definitely bored, and when he's bored, nothing good usually happens. Looking at the mirror, he fixed a smile on his face. If he doesn't have anything else to do, then why not look for it then? There's a bunch of first years around anyways, and surely, he will find someone who's interesting enough to hang out with. With a shake of his head, his golden locks turned to black which is its natural color. Yes, Ryuuji Tsukino is a metamorphmagus, though, he rarely displays this unique ability of his. A long time ago, he had thought that changing his physical traits at will is something that all wizards are capable of doing, but as time passed by, he discovered the otherwise. That that ability of his was definitely rare. And now, that is the closest link that he have to finding his real family. Smiling once more as his hair's color changed, Ryuuji literally bounced to the door. He'll turn this boring excuse for a day into a wonderful one.
In order to ease his boredom, Ryuuji had decided to go down to the kitchen. Maybe he could ask one of the elves there to fix him a snack, or see if there were any chores that he could help them with and yes, he was getting desperate. He often enjoyed watching and sometimes helping in the kitchen, and even managed to obtain some of those skills himself, that is, by demanding that the elves share some of the knowledge.
It would be a long walk, he's sure of it as the kitchen was down by the lower levels of the castle, and here he was, situated at the higher levels of it. Not that he didn't like it. In fact, he enjoys the view from where he is. Humming a tune under his breath, he closed his eyes. Now, he knew that it was dangerous to close his eyes as he walk, but seeing as his dorm room was practically deserted, he deemed that it would be safe to do so. However, thoguh he was right that he would not likely bump into someone, he had been wrong in some other aspect, for just a few seconds after he had closed his eyes, he had literally walked straight into a wall, bumping his head on it in the process. "Ittai..." He said in his native tongue as he sat down on the floor, rubbing his forehead while doing so. In the four years of his stay in the castle, just why was it that he had not remembered that he was actually supposed to turn right on this way. "Honto ni.. stupid Ryuuji.." He muttered, glaring on the wall as if that would make anything change, thoughts of going into the kitchen already forgotten in his mind.
A copy of Holy Knight - which he'd finished reading ages ago - lay on a nearby table and his dorm room was practically deserted. He was bored, definitely bored, and when he's bored, nothing good usually happens. Looking at the mirror, he fixed a smile on his face. If he doesn't have anything else to do, then why not look for it then? There's a bunch of first years around anyways, and surely, he will find someone who's interesting enough to hang out with. With a shake of his head, his golden locks turned to black which is its natural color. Yes, Ryuuji Tsukino is a metamorphmagus, though, he rarely displays this unique ability of his. A long time ago, he had thought that changing his physical traits at will is something that all wizards are capable of doing, but as time passed by, he discovered the otherwise. That that ability of his was definitely rare. And now, that is the closest link that he have to finding his real family. Smiling once more as his hair's color changed, Ryuuji literally bounced to the door. He'll turn this boring excuse for a day into a wonderful one.
In order to ease his boredom, Ryuuji had decided to go down to the kitchen. Maybe he could ask one of the elves there to fix him a snack, or see if there were any chores that he could help them with and yes, he was getting desperate. He often enjoyed watching and sometimes helping in the kitchen, and even managed to obtain some of those skills himself, that is, by demanding that the elves share some of the knowledge.
It would be a long walk, he's sure of it as the kitchen was down by the lower levels of the castle, and here he was, situated at the higher levels of it. Not that he didn't like it. In fact, he enjoys the view from where he is. Humming a tune under his breath, he closed his eyes. Now, he knew that it was dangerous to close his eyes as he walk, but seeing as his dorm room was practically deserted, he deemed that it would be safe to do so. However, thoguh he was right that he would not likely bump into someone, he had been wrong in some other aspect, for just a few seconds after he had closed his eyes, he had literally walked straight into a wall, bumping his head on it in the process. "Ittai..." He said in his native tongue as he sat down on the floor, rubbing his forehead while doing so. In the four years of his stay in the castle, just why was it that he had not remembered that he was actually supposed to turn right on this way. "Honto ni.. stupid Ryuuji.." He muttered, glaring on the wall as if that would make anything change, thoughts of going into the kitchen already forgotten in his mind.