The Roleplay School; Proctor Auditions

[Jenjo]

Your name:
Jenjo - some people call be JJ or Jenj, whatever floats your boat c:
How long have you been rping:
Since 2010.
What sites have you rped on:
A few small RP sites (all of which died out) and CS.
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty:
Fantasy/Fictional - Harry Potter, Pokemon, elements/powers, Hunger Games, etc.

How many words do you usually post:
It depends. On a literate RP, it's usually between 500-1000 words. Semi-Lit, I tend to do anything from 50-500. I don't do one-liners, ever.

How often are you on CS:
A lot - I am on for at least two hours every day, more on weekends and holidays.
How long are you online:
At least two hours, like I said.
Time zone you are in (BST):
GMT.

Sample rp:
Literate:

T a l l y


Tally hated the cold. More than being cold, she hated being too cold. And that was what it was like that night.

She looked over her shoulder, a loose strand of hair swaying gently in the cold breeze. Aunt Orla was sitting around her outdoor wooden table with some of her adult friends, a feast laid out before them. But Tally wasn't hungry, and Tally didn't want to sit with those adults all evening, discussing politics and whatnot. She wanted to watch the sky.

Tallulah Gray was a queer girl. She was unlike most other girls her age. As she looked up at the dark sky, she blinked her wide peridot eyes. The sky was truly beautiful to her - more than beautiful, actually. It fascinated her. How the sun rose and fell, how the stars could still glint behind clouds. It was amazing how it was even a possibility - amazing how the world was. People often didn't appreciate how beautiful the world really was. Although, Tally had to admit, it had been much more beautiful many years ago. All the same, she often wondered how people couldn't understand, couldn't see how absolutely fantastic the world around them truly was. How it was possible that, without even putting effort into thinking, that humans could function - could move, could register things in their mind. It was because of her oddness and strangeness that Tally stood where she was standing right then. She wasn't like everybody else - she was different.

She continued walking, until she found the Tall Tree. Well, that's what she called it anyway. It wasn't because the tree was tall - though, it was the tallest one Tally had seen nearby since she'd moved in with Aunt Orla - but rather because it was the tallest tree there. The first thing she had done when she had arrived was explore, and the Tall Tree was the first thing she climbed. Orla was surprised at her adventurous streak - like her mother, Orla told her. That made Tally feel a little better about things. She had never known her mother, but hearing the occasional comment about her from Orla seemed to brighten her day. Tally could almost picture her mother just based on what she had heard.

Just like that first day two months ago, Tally reached up to the first appropriate area of the tree and pulled herself up. She climbed right up to the top of the tree effortlessly, like a monkey. Just as she perched herself on the highest branch, she beamed. She had about a split second before, at last, it began. She had been waiting for it for almost a month - but it had felt like a millennia to Tally.

A streak of glittering stardust trailed behind the first of the shooting stars. She let out a small gasp, her eyes widening even more than usual and hundreds of stars shot across the sky, imprinting their dust across the inky canvas, if only for a little while. Tally found herself laughing.

Make a wish, fool! her mind giggled at her.

She slowly stopped laughing. She was happy - but she hadn't always been. She appreciated what Orla had done for her, but.. at the same time, she felt as if she was a burden to the young woman.

I wish.. I wish I wasn't a burden. I wish I could run away all over again, become the adult I know that I'll someday be. I wish that I could be somebody different to the rest of the crowd, somebody that seems in their own league of difference. I wish.. I wish I was me, and nobody else.

Tallulah blinked. The stars had stopped streaking across the sky, and all seemed silent and dark. She steadily climbed down from her perch, landing lightly on her feet - that was, until she stumbled, and had to lean on the Tall Tree to regain her balance. She frowned, shaking her head - her mind was throbbing, and the pain was so terribly intense that Tallulah felt faint. She struggled across the grass, over towards Orla's house again. Not much further, she told herself, as she stepped up to the little white wash gate. Clutching the bar in her shaking hand, she pushed it open. She stepped forward, swaying, slowly beginning to lose her balance again. She swore under her breath, one hand still resting on the gate while another was reached up to her temples. Her eyes flickered towards the table of adults, her Aunt laughing at some joke. She must have shrieked from the pain, because suddenly all the unusual eyes were turned towards her. Some stood in surprise. Others blinked in confusion.

"Tally?" echoed a familiar voice. But that was all Tally's mind registered, and she stumbled to the ground, just barely caught by her Aunt's willowy, thin, shaking arms.

Semi-literate:

Alexis De'Noir;
Alexis gently pushed her trolley along, having long said goodbye to her parents at the entrance to King's Cross. She stayed silent as she walked, the gentle squeak of her converse shoes rubbing against the tile floor drowned out by the chatter and general doings of the Muggles at the station. Her cat, Emerald, seemed insistent on being let out of her cage."Not yet, Em." Lexi murmured, continuing to walk through the station alone. When at last she arrived between Platforms nine and ten, she walked directly to the barrier, concealed by a crowd of Muggles. Sighing inwardly, Alex continued to push her trolley across the platform, the steam billowing around her as she approached the gleaming Hogwarts Express. Silently, she lifted her trunk by levitating it with her wand, and lifted Emerald's cage with her other free hand. She walked down the corridor, which was currently rather empty apart from a couple of Hufflepuff kids. Seeking a compartment, she poked her head into one. It was empty, as she had expected. She lifted her trunk up onto the rack overhead, and set Em's cage on the seat, allowing the cat to be free at last. She prowled at Lexi's feet, before perching herself on Alexis's lap. Stroking the cat fondly, Alex looked out the window, watching as more people came through the barrier and onto the platform.

Nikki King

Nikki blinked. The sun was high in the sky now, its strong rays flickering through the branches. She was sitting deep in one of the forests of District Seven, leaning back against a tree. Riley and Aaron were cracking nuts and eating them, but Nikki's appetite had long gone. She watched her brothers as they tossed the nuts into each other's mouths playfully, mirroring each other. This was her last Reaping. She just had to make it through this one, Nikki told herself. "Race you up the tree?" Riley smirked at his two siblings. Aaron was up on his feet. "C'mon, Nikki." he said with an encouraging smile. So, Nikki pulled herself up. They each took a tree of similar height, and when Aaron called 'go', the three began to scale the trees, like monkeys. All were equally fast, but Nikki triumphed. She managed a smile as she stuck her tongue out at her brothers, scrambling down the tree again. Her wild, wavy hair was in tangles now. The trio took the remains of their food, left the forest, and went home to their grandmother, who was waiting patiently for them. Each washed, then changed into their Reaping clothes - Aaron and Riley in similar brown suits and Nikki in a slightly-battered beige dress. "Ready." she murmured, walking with her family down the lanes of District Seven to the square. Although her brothers wouldn't be Reaped, it was still proper to wear considerable clothes, no matter what age you were. "Good luck." her grandmother, Anna, whispered to her as Nikki went for registration. "Thank you."

[west ,]

Your name:
SilverHorse, or just Silver.
How long have you been rping:
Ever since I first joined CS. Since then, I have managed to join at least two literate roleplays and have created many of my own roleplays, most are semi-literate.
What sites have you rped on:
Just Chicken Smoothie, but I have been asked to join a friend's roleplay on a different site and will probably be joining another site in the near future :]
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty:
I prefer very realistic and detailed roleplays. I can roleplay dogs, cats and horses and people quite easily, anything else I could struggle at.
I can do powers, warrior cats and hunger games roleplays aswell. Basically, I would say I specialise in any realistic roleplay or Hunger Games roleplays.

How many words do you usually post:
Well, I mostly join advanced semi-literate roleplays, so mostly post at least 10+ lines per post, or 20+ lines if I've got a lot of muse. I hate one liners .__.

How often are you on CS:
Every day for at least and hour or two, and most of my time is spent roleplaying. I like to put a lot of effort into my posts.
How long are you online:
About one or two hours per day, but I may be on longer some days.
Time zone you are in (BST):
On 'board preferences' on my account, it said my time zone is [UTC] Western European Time, Greenwich Mean Time.

Sample rp:
Not one of my better posts, but it was the only one I could find .__.
It is for a semi-literate Hunger Games roleplay;

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»Jenna Theobald«

[.♀. District 12. Sixteen. Bow and Arrow. Afraid of Fire. Training Score : 8. No Love Interest. Token : Blue Headband.]

Health » 100%
Mood » Upset about the Reaping. Alex comes and cheers her up.
Currently » Preparing for the Reaping Tomorrow
Inventory » Nothing

Jenna sat outside her house in the Seam of District Twelve. She had a large, metal bucket filled with soapy water and was washing her off-white Reaping Clothes in it. Jenna took out the small dress out she had been scrubbing. It was her little sister's, Rose. It was Rose and Katy's first reaping that they would be taking part in as they were now Twelve. Jenna squeezed some of the water out of the dress and hung it up on the make-shift washing line that was made out of black rope and she used cheap, wooden pegs to hang up the clothes. ''Jenny! Jenny!'' Jenna's little brother, Alex stumbled towards her, holding an apple, ''I got dis for you!'' Alex held out the apple for Jenna to take, ''Thank you, Alex!'' Jenna smiled at her little brother and took the apple. She hugged the toddler and gave him a small kiss on his forehead. Alex sat down beside her and watched her take a bite. The apple was a little bruised, but it was better than nothing. ''Want a bite?'' Jenna handed the apple to Alex who took a huge mouthful and chewed it with satisfaction. Juice seeped out the corners of Alex's mouth, but he swallowed his mouthful and licked his lips. Jenna laughed and put her arm around her little brother.

[[I'll do Felix and Krystal later.]]

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[stormiecrazy]

Your name: stormiecrazy
How long have you been rping: I started about a few weeks after I joined Chickensmoothie, so I've been role-playing for a few months, now.
What sites have you rped on: Only Chickensmoothie.
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty: Harry Potter role-plays or hybrid role-plays.

How many words do you usually post: It depends on the role-play and the situation.

How often are you on CS: Everyday
How long are you online: 1 to 4 hours, depending on day. (Guestimated number of hours)
Time zone you are in (BST): Eastern Standerd Time

Sample rp: Aura smiled, coming in and sitting down across from Zoe. "Cute cat." She said. Shadow mewed back, coming in and sitting down, looking at Boots. "Anyways, what house are you in? I'm Slytherin." Aura said. She looked down at her book. "And yes, Slytherins can read." She laughed. "For some reason I think Slytherins get stereo-typed more than we actually stereo-type people." She shrugged. {I don't quite...decorate my posts as some might, so i do apologize if that hinders anything.}

[LiebenWolf]

Your name: Wolfheart5550
How long have you been rping: About a year
What sites have you rped on: Well, here and this other site, I don’t remember its title (I’m sorry!)
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty: Fantasy, animal or human fiction, science fiction, magic or anything that’s a fictional adventure is what I excel in (Fiction key word here) but I can do more of the realistic stuff if needed or wanted

How many words do you usually post: Well usually I post between 80 to 150 words (on role play's)

How often are you on CS: Well practically every day
How long are you online: About an hour on a good day (Guestimated number of hours)
Time zone you are in (BST): MST - Mountain Standard Time, or Phoenix, AZ

Sample rp: Heres the link and I’m telling you right now if you don’t read Warriors it will confuse you (and yes there may be quite a few spelling errors, I never expected to use it for anything like this, it was mostly just a fun thing to do on my free time. And here is one I will simply pull out of my imagination:

I was about fourteen when it first happened. They came out of nowhere! I was with my brother Toby; we had been hiding from the police in one of the dumpsters behind the McDonalds.
"Alex, when can we come out?"
"When the leave" I whispered, "Now please keep your voice down!"
Toby didn’t speak but I could tell how irritated he now was. We waited in there for about five long minuets when they came. They were close to an inch tall; they had tall ears, bushy tails, and brightly colored eyes. They circled around us, leaving us no escape. I squeezed Toby against my chest but that couldn’t protect him and me from the swarms of little demons that engulfed us. I squeezed him harder and shut my eyes tight.
"This is the end"
But it wasn’t the end. It was far from it. Somehow when I opened my eyes Toby was in my arms, alive, and we were in a beautiful forest. All around us were tall trees, lush undergrowth, and little, inch-tall, creatures. I wasn’t in that dark dumpster anymore so I was able to get a better look at them. They stood on two legs, but even the tallest were no bigger than a screwdriver. All of them had Gray fur with no designs like most cats or dogs would. They had long ears, pointed snouts, and the eyes. Each one had a different color, some colors I had never even seen before, and they seemed to glow. The biggest one looked at me; it wore a feather attached to a string around one of its ears. Slowly it turned his head towards the forest and in a wise voice it said,
"It is dying."
Those three words were enough. As if like magic I knew the forest was slowly falling apart, and it sent the only hope it had left. Humans. Somehow it had chosen me, a teenage rebel who has a bad attitude and at least 2 boyfriends at all times. What a stupid decision that was...

(Well that was longer then I thought it would be o.o)

[west ,]

Bump?

[Destonation]

Your name ;;
destonation., at your service! ^^
How long have you been rping ;;
Almost a year now. ( since June 2011 )
What sites have you rped on ;;
I haven't roleplayed on any sites besides Chickensmoothie, but I am looking for some to join.
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty ;;
I do pretty much everything. I have been roleplaying animals for longer, but still I think that my human roleplaying skills aren't too shabby either.
How many words do you usually post ;;
On a good day, I post between 500-700 words. With Writer's block I post between 250-400 usually.
How often are you on CS ;;
Almost every day.
How long are you online ;;
For at least two hours, but now that it is summer I will be trying to get on more.
Time zone you are in ;;
EST - Eastern Standard Time
Sample rp ;;

Example 1 ;

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ι тαкє α lσσк αяσυηd
ιмαgιηє ιƒ тнιѕ αℓℓ cαмє dσωη
ι'м ω α ι т ι η g ƒσя тнє ∂αу тσ cσмє

αιdєη вlαкє ѕαηdєяѕ

мαlє | єιgнтєєη уєαяѕ σld | crυѕнlєѕѕ

Freedom. Such a funny word to be said throughout Aiden's body. It was such a small word, and yet it was the reason that there was purpose in his life once again. He had always thought about the word, but in all honesty he had never truly thought that it would ever come to him. He had never imagined that they were one day going to be flying above the city where they would be hiding from their once-captors. He was tired of being poked and prodded and tested on, never knowing if he was going to make it another day alive. He didn't want to be just an experiment. He was the "Little Flame", and if those at the School wanted to get him back, they were going to have to taste the fire first. Even though he was pretty sure they couldn't have been followed this far, he still felt like they were being followed. He looked behind the group, but there was nothing but white, fluffy clouds surrounding them. His ears could not hear anything but the wind, so he suspected that they were not being followed anymore. Aiden finally allowed himself to close his eyes and feel the wind whip his hair about. It felt like heaven, flying up here. Inside he knew that those at the School wouldn't be giving them up so easily, but for the moment they were free.

Aiden suddenly felt a rush of air catch his wings and jolt him upwards. He probably looked pretty stupid letting the air catch him without him noticing at all, so a little blush escaped onto his face. Almost as quickly as it had appeared it was gone, he didn't like others seeing things like that on himself. However, the air ended up becoming his friend as quickly as it had embarrassed him. Underneath him, he could see the clouds slowly opening up to reveal a sight that took his breath away. A large array of little doll houses were below him. Around the little doll houses, there were miniature... everything. But... The doll houses looked in no way celery. Run-down, battered and possibly frightening more explained what he saw. Then suddenly a strange realization dawned on him, Wait a second, there are no people. He looked around at the group, and he wondered if they were all looking at the same thing he was. It really was a not a pretty sight, but after the first moment, the only thing that thrilled him about it was that there would be a lot of space to be able to run from the Erasers. He knew that the scientists were bound to send the Erasers after them, but there was no way he was going to let them bring them back to the wretched School.

He beat his heavy wings harder as he began rising steadily into the clouds above. He kept his eyes open as he rose, he didn't want to miss anything of what he was about to do. He wanted to see the city in which he was going to live firsthand. He needed to figure out what was going on. He had been told cities were places of life and much excitement, but here he saw one of that. He needed to know why. He didn't want to have a boring decent, he wanted action. After he had risen a significant amount, he smiled a devilish smile before clasping his wings tightly around his body. He first went a little higher, then he fell so that he was going headfirst towards the ground. He plummeted past where the rest of his group was flying, and he began his straightforward plummet towards the group of dollhouses. His hoodie hood flapped behind him, slapping his head silly. When he was about to hit the ground, he spread his wings out once more, gliding to a halt on the ground. He looked around where he had landed. His face twisted a little as he realized he had landed right next to a nasty smelling dumpster. He brought his wings tight against his back and pulled his hoodie over them. The slits he had cut were exposing their color a little, but not so much that it was noticeable. There was a smell of death lingering around the dumpster, so he went around the back of it to find where the smell was coming from. His face drew back in horror as he saw an arm sticking out from under it. Looking under the dumpster he saw the rest of the body. He then proceeded to move away from the dumpster. Get used to it Aiden, this is your new home...

Example 2 ;

Δ ℓ ʏ ƨ ι α

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Exhilarated
ℓσcαтισи :: Near / Under the Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Kali / Zach
cяʋƨн :: "I've never had one..."

Something's wrong... She looked away from Kali before she heard her response, and she saw the outsider still in the same place with Siren and Demitri. Was the outsider resisting? She hoped she wasn't, and she especially hoped that they didn't try and do anything stupid like escape. That wouldn't end well for anyone. Someone in their pack would probably end up feeling guilty, and the outsider would be deprived of much life that they could have been lived. Although it would be within the pack of course, there wouldn't be any other choice. The outsider sealed her fate by trying to see one of the pack. But that's only guessing that's why she was here... Of course, she didn't really know what the outsider's motives were for coming to the bridge, but it was the best guess that Alysia could give as to the outsider's random appearance at the bridge. After she was done rambling on about these things to herself, she peeled her eyes away from the small group, and she prayed that the two dogs from the pack would be able to convince the fae that she would be better off coming with them. Bruce answered to no outsider, and she knew that. Hopefully the fae would figure it out as well.

When she heard Kali's response, she almost exploded. She did like being treated like a pup. She had seen things that others had only dreamed of, and yet she was so much younger than them. She caught herself before she let out a growl, and she calmed herself. Chill... Just chill out. She didn't mean to. Chill. "There's an outsider back at the bridge." then she motioned her head in the direction of the silhouettes of the three dogs, "They're over there. Bruce sent me to get all the high-ranking dogs in our pack." She thought back to her conversation with Bruce, "One of the first he sent me to get was you." She wondered if Kali had been a part of the bringing in of any other outsiders before. She wanted to know whether or not she was the only one who was really excited about this, probably because it was her first time.

She fell into a pattern for keeping up with Kali's much larger steps as they headed back to the bridge. She was still really jumpy from all the exhilaration that had been rushing over her over the course of only a few seconds. She then said, I need to go find the others." Without a chance for any more words to be said, she bounded off. However, she didn't go in the direction of where any of the other leaders might be, she ran in the direction of Zach. "Zach!" she called out to him, "I need your help. We need to find Nimble Prosperity, Okami and Dakota before it gets too dark to see any of them." She stopped to catch her breath. "How about I go find Dakota, and you go find Nimble and Prosperity." She shook her head at her stupid mistake, "I meant Nimble and Okami." She sighed and blushed a little, usually she didn't mess up her words like that.

[huskybaer.]

I do know that it is not a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. But if I am not to post now, I will simply just forget. Sorry. ^-^
You can wait till accepting me until next friday if you'd like. I don't mind at all.

Your name:
♦ Huskiewolf ♦
How long have you been rping:
About...3 to 4 years now.
What sites have you rped on:
Cs. Foopets. And on several private ones.
What type of rp do you consider to be your specialty:
Usually humanoid. But I can do cats, dogs, and wolves.
How many words do you usually post:
Typically? If I'm actually trying...probably a few thousand. When I'm not its between like 200-700.
How often are you on CS:
Probably a total of 12 hours each day. Maybe more.
How long are you online:
Depends. If the roleplays I am in are posting quite a bit, I'll be on for an hour or two. If not, then I usually am off and on. Checking up every 30 minutes to an hour.
Time zone you are in (BST):
Well. I am in central us. So..lets do the math here.
I believe I am about five hours behind BST.
Sample rp:

19 │ Jester │ Barrel Racing & Show │ Intermediate │ Crushless

Orion, for once, had woken rather early. Usually he wasn't up and moving until at least Eight. But this morning was different. He was up at Six. A whole two hours early. And he was quite proud of himself too. What had he done with two extra hours? Prettied up Jester. He gave her a bath. Then brushed her coat. Once she was shiny and looked brand new, he ran a comb through her mane and tail. Grabbing a tall chair, he sat next to her and started to braid her mane. Most, if they saw him doing this, thought is was quite odd that a guy knew how to braid so well. And yes. It is odd. Does he care? No. It took close to an hour for him to get everything perfect. The final product looked good, in his opinion. Smiling to himself, he kissed her nose, then moved the chair to her rear. He started in on braiding her tail. This one took more time, because she kept shifting her tail. After about another hour, he finished it. Standing up, he examined his work. Another smile lit his face, and he walked slowly to face her. "There. Your all beautiful now." Giving her nose a little pat, he went towards his cabin. When he arrived inside, he changed.

Hearing Caroline, he gave her a small smile, then shrugged; nonchalantly. "I'll go. Let me just Tack Jester up." Turning around, he headed back to Jester's stall. He kept her tack with her. Really no reason too, he just did because sometimes he tended to forget where he put things. It wasn't his fault really, he just gets so caught up with other things, that he just forgets. When he got there, the horse seemed to know what was coming. She gave a little neigh as he approached. Unlatching the door, he walked inside and started to place everything on here. Strapping on her saddle and bridle. Hooking his left boot in the stirrup, he vaulted his other leg over her back. When his other foot was firmly in the other stirrup, he gave a little kick to her side. As if on cue, he walked slowly out of the pin, giving Orion enough time to close the gate. Then she took off, not bothering to mind him tugging at her reigns. Pursing his lips he rolled his eyes and thought, 'dang...shes in one of her stubborn moods today'. He put on a brave face as she trotted out of the stables and over to Dream and Cal. Where she proceeded to stop and touch noses with the other mare. Her ears swiveled, seeming to take in every detail about her.
Word count - 1,923.

Nother one -

Warren was busily in his room, organizing. He liked everything to be in its own, perfect, spot. Not just sprawled around the room. He had one box left. Just one. With a smile, he opened it. A painting of is mum and pa were delicately oiled to the sheet. They were dancing. Just the sheer sight of them, sent a jolt of happiness and longing. he hadn't seen his parents since he was 9. With another smile, a small sad smile, he trailed his fingers across the painting. It held an odd texture that Warren had always taken a liking to. His smile grew, then the thought of his younger sister danced across his mind. Sky.. He had assumed her to be dead. At least that is what the Clave had told him. The guardians took her, and killed her in front of their parents. Awful right? A shudder passed through him, and he sighed. Letting that little issue slid out of his mind, he went to his knees and started to put books on the shelves.

When he finally got finished arranging and rearranging books, he got dressed for dinner. Not long after he had finished adjusting his boots, Sophie knocked and came in. Speaking about dinner, Warren nodded and waved her off. She shot him a glare, then walked out. As usual, the maids hated him. Why? He could never really figure out. It seemed as if all women hated him. He usually did nothing at all to receive such hatred. So with a slight frown, Warren made his way downstairs and sat across from his twin. Soon after, Xaiver joined in. Giving his parabatai brother smile and an eye roll, he shrugged smugly. "Well. Apparently you."

Sylar had been in his room, sleeping; when Sophie came in. She seemed rather startled to see him sprawled out on the bed in such manner, but she woke him and softly said something about dinner. His eyes seemed to flutter open almost instantly. Smiling, he got up and kissed her cheek, before peeling out of his clothes and slipping into new ones. Sophie had seen him getting dressed so many times over, that he really didn't care if she was in the room anymore. They were the best of friends. If she was a shadowhunter, he'd ask her to be his Parabatai. But unfortunately, she was a mundane. Giving her a smile, he fast walked out of his room and into the dining room. Just him, and his parents were currently seated. Warren and Xaiver soon came down. After a few minutes.

Once they had reached the table, the butler said something about a boy wanting to be trained. Looking to his parents, he stood. "I'll bring him in." He sent a look at his brother, then continued on into the main hallway, were a boy stood. It was a rather lithe boy. Much like a womans figure than a mans. But he did not judge. "Hello, I am Sylar Gailen. Son of Hadvar and Kaila Gailen. Instead of having them come all the way to meet you, I decided I'd just lead you in to were all of us are seated. That way we can feed you, and get you warmed up." He sent the smaller boy a smile, then waved his hand and started off back to the dining room. Glancing back over his shoulder to make sure he was following. How odd is it that some boy just appears wanting to be trained? It doesn't happen very often. But all the same, at least they had someone new with them. The same people over and over tended to get very vague.

Word count - 2,639