Thread: Meet the Bride. ( Me and Ahri the Kumiho )

Maxton University, a university mostly by name, and yet a university indeed. Maxton University was in fact a private school system that encompassing a Child's complete school live starting from Kindergarten up all the way to a Master grade. It was no common practice however, and indeed Maxton's school system had no equals across the state, yet it needed none as this particular school garnered mostly children from the rich and wealthy. Few commoners would have ever been able to raise the funds required for their child to attend this school, yet with a reputation to only teach the elite it was a system many would give away their last penny if only their child was accepted. Luckily Maxton also fostered those young men and women of a promising intellect so that even young souls of a poorer background where given a chance, though it was a system that was capable of doing so only due to the excessive funding of wealthy families that sought to ensure a bright future for their offspring, and Brandon was the Son of one such family. Brandon Sergei Alexei was his full name, Son to some Russian Oil magnate that had invested a lot of money into both Politics and plenty of Business avenue's that had secured him a size-able wealth, one that he used in part to give his son the best education he could give him, along with every comfort the young man could wish for. Yet despite his wealthy background, Brandon seemed a down to earth student. Hardly anyone would consider him a Spoiled child other then out of jealousy, though he was widely perceived an academically prosperous young man of a refined upbringing and, especially within female circles, considered a gentleman. Brandon seemed to garner a lot of female attention, not only through intellect and manners, but his active display of sportive activity. There where few of those, but he was showing some skill within the Tennis club and held a love for aquatic sports, plenty to keep himself a decent looking body. What really granted him a lot of attention however was that, at the age of 19, Brandon had yet to give any attention to the young women that vied for his attention, often to have turned down a young woman's advances with a most empathic decline that he could offer, which often only affirmed to many of the gentleman he was . Brandon was no wall flower though as he had plenty of male friends, and often they would spend time pursuing Sports or simply attending parties, whom often where held within the large house that his father left him to use during his studies, though even his friends would wonder about the young man's lacking interest in a woman's companionship that so often he failed to show and some would even wonder if perhaps he was swinging the other way. That was at least until the day Brandon had approached the young woman within the University's Library, one of the girls that seemed socially awkward to most and that many would have preferred to tease and prank rather to consider as a valid mate. Brandon however seemed to have kept an eye on her on certain occasions, and now actually dared to move over to her table. Forgive me but.. he said, trying to gain her attention and, perhaps even seeming just a bit insecure himself there. Is this place still free ? he asked, kindly probing the waters rather then to intrude, not that there was a need to as there where plenty of other tables free to use. And there he stood, seemingly showing interest for the first time, or so the rumor might go afterwards, white pants, white buttoned up shirt with a matching sweater that made the uniform of the Tennis club. A uniform that might strangely highlight the dark brown of both his hair and eyes that directly gazed at the young woman in front of him, expecting to be invited or declined the place he asked for. If only the young women knew not to judge a book by it's cover ...