Thread: Nightmare Academy: Main School

Who Raphael Mechoulam Species Human, Necromancer When Dusk Where Nightmare Academy Main Gates Company Academy students, staff, teachers, and Mother's spirit Raph felt even more overwhelmed as they crowded around him, excited to see him. Him! Never had anyone paid attention to him or what he did, well not in a good way. Only his parents, and his grandfather while he was still alive. Within he was excited to be a part of something larger than himself, while he was a necromancer that was a part of him, something given by blood. He did not choose it, and if given the option was not sure he would, though he did enjoy the powers he had obtained. At times using them to get back at those who had wronged him. He did not foresee that here. The school had a studiousness about it that he appreciated, and an age that was calming. Dean Pierce asked him about spirits, finding it interesting, and seemed to be as knowledgeable as he had heard of from the spirits. Someone who would be willing to teach him more. Yes, I can see them. Hear them, sense them at times. Its not like the usual senses, at times its like hearing music in your soul. A tune. From it I can tell what kind of spirit it is. Feeling free to open up, to someone who understood, that meant a lot to him. Raph felt more at ease by the time he brought Professor Lovelace's bags from the car. I would greatly appreciate knowing more about souls, most of what I have learned was from mother who was more of a medium, and my Grandfather's Grimoire. Jackson followed him talking like they had known each other for years, an easy familiarity between them. Raph shot up his eyebrows when Jackson mentioned the smoking. A slight grin came to his face as he placed the bags on the ground, careful not to get the Professor's bags dirty. Something about her attracted him, whether the song that played in his head like a siren's call or something else he was not sure, but he knew he did not want to make her mad. Raph reached in a pocket for a silver case, smaller than the other that he kept his odds and ends. The suit had numerous pockets, many hidden, the cases kept his equipment secure. Opening the silver case with a fine design of Victorianesque Grim Reapers dancing on graves, scythes in hands and skeletal hands entwined, he took out a small hand rolled cigarette. Handing it to Jackson. Raph wasn't sure what to call the werewolves and hell hounds, but giving a smile handed the cigarette over. This is one of my own. I grow my own herbs when I can, collect what I can't grow. I have studied botany and pharmacology for many years so I have improved on it, adding other herbs to improve the flavor. Don't smoke it all at once, you will get, I believe the term is - seriously shit faced. The questions came as quickly as the throng milled about, Raph felt a little overwhelmed but welcome. Taking out a slim cigarette, lit it with his finger and looked upon the two Pierce's. Blowing his own sweet laced smoke, a slight hint of mint within the mix. Thank you for allowing me in to the Academy, a slight stiff bow to both of them. It is a little overwhelming, a shy smile on his face as he looked about, but I don't mind.