Thread: Nightmare Academy: Main School

Who Raphael Mechoulam Species Human, Necromancer When Dusk Where Nightmare Academy Main Gates Company Mother's spirit Raph stepped up to the large metal gates, the place looked like a fortress, almost. A converted castle that had windows on every level, conical towers and a water all around. The flair of it was impressive, as he thought through the evolution of the castle through the ages. Pulling a rolled cigarette from a pocket in his coat waved a finger at its end, the tip glowing as the eldritch powers began to burn the tobacco and herbal mix that he used to calm himself. Adjusting his glasses, the rose tint making the dusk seem more malevolent, the tinge of blood hanging off the edges of the castle and the gates, all of it comforting. Inhaling deep, rolling the smoke lovingly around in his mouth and deep into his lungs felt the beat of power grow in his breast, the spirits nearby were unquiet, but that was to be expected near a place like Nightmare Academy. The mystical threads responded to the presence of this many paranormals, or whatever they called themselves. Raph was not sure. Growing up under his mother's watchful eye he had learned much of the power that ran through the bloodline of his family. All of it ending with him, or not, depending on the wheedling of his mother's spirit which was gratefully quiet for now. Alone for a year he spent communing with his power and the spirits of the undead but none of it felt right. The spirits had told him of this place and through them he found his way here. Coming seemed the best next step to understand his powers, they had grown of late, and he wanted a place that was safely tucked away to understand them. Even if it meant being with other people, mother was protective and he had few friends growing up. People seemed to be touchy, the dead, not so much. The gates were open, a welcome invitation, even with the hullaballoo going on inside. Adults, and kids, anything and everything in between were there. Noise like he had often been jealous of hearing in other people's lives, it beckoned him. Beings like him, ones that did not fit in to the normal confines of society. Step on up, why don't you. Never going to make friends if you don't take the first step. The voice came from behind, like always. Rolling his eyes at his mother's spirit that withheld a response, a floating mist that spoke with her voice, thankfully deeper. Mother had a high pitched voice, and one that could really screech loud, especially when he reanimated his long dead pets in the backyard. Picking up his suitcase, brushing ash from the immaculate white suit as he kept the lit cigarette in his mouth. Inhaling on one side of his mouth, exhaling on the other in a steady beat that kept his nervousness at ease. Walking to the gate looked down at the assemblage before him, more in awe of the fact they were having fun. Tall, pale and gaunt he was often more at ease on Halloween when others thought it was all a costume and applauded his look, the rest of the year it was derision and insults. Raph wanted acceptance, more than just one night of the year. A smile crept across his face hoping he would be welcome and happy. Picking up the suitcase, small and containing the few belongings he had, stepped through the gates, turning to those there, Raphael Mechoulam. Bowing slightly he introduced himself, suitcase clutched tight in his hand. Good boy, nice and polite. A good start.