Lucinda Edan/Natie and Lucy

### Don't Ever Trust Me with Titles, Time (2/15/16 - 2/16/16)

OOC: I may not trust you with titles, but at least, let me trust you with grammar. There's a comma between titles and time :)

**OOC:** And let me attempt to trust you with spelling nincompoop. ;}

*OOC:* I don't know what you mean

He knocked on the door of the dorm, his other hand shoved inside of his pockets.

"Nate," he breathed out, "is there a...Lucinda," he said, pausing to look down at a note in his hand, "here?"

"Right," he breathed out, standing to his full height, "you're needed at the general office. Don't ask me why, I don't know."

He rolled his eyes and lead her down to the office. The front lady frowned at Nate before smiling at Lucinda, "sorry to bother you , dear, but There's a problem with your schedule."

"No no, nothing like that," she said, "just the wrong blocks, one of the classes is full, I just need your permission."

Nathaniel Edan - A Hot Mess

Character's Bio

The Prince of Fire
**Age:** 17
**Height:** 6"1
**Weight:** 125 lbs
**Sexuality** Heterosexual
**Relationship Status:** Single
**Birth Place:** N.Y
**Main Weapon:** Pyrokinesis - create, control, and manipulate fire.
Thermokinesis - create, control, and manipulate heat.
Inflammation - ignite objects/spontaneous combustion.
Pyrotransportation - explode self and reform.
Biokinesis - harness energy from fire to heal minor wounds.
Plasmakinesis - can control plasma.
Golem Creation - make golems out of flames. Often in the form of hell hounds.
Fire Breath - breathe out flames.
Magma Manipulation - manipulate molten substances such as lava.
**Accent:** American
“I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry."

Personality

Nate is a loner, he doesn't particularly like being around people much anymore. He puts on a front to scare people off and though he sometimes gets rather lonely, he'd rather that than putting on a smile. Underneath the hard exterior, Nate can be kind and rather helpful, going out of his way to make someone else's life easier.

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He glanced at her, frowning, "maybe, I just lead you here. You might remember from that?"

He sneered, "maybe cause you look like me when you look in the mirror."

"She's my mother as well," he grumbled.

He stared at her, another weight settling on his shoulders. He hated it when someone grovelled at his feet. "And you're a duchess due to being my sister, why are we stating the obvious?" He asked, "and i was in detention. I don't have a habit of going to people's dorms to lead them to the office."

He rolled his eyes, not caring for what she claims. She was still a duchess technically. "Whatever," he muttered.

He was rude? Dear god, such new information for him. He forced himself not to roll his eyes and moved on.

### Timeskip (2/20/16 - ????)

He was standing in the classroom, leaning over a table as he talked to a girl (different from the one in the hallway)

His eyes snapped up as she passed him and he watched her go frowning. *When was she sharing a class with me? Bloody hell*

He slid in beside her, "question," he declared, "does anyone else meant to know about you? Or are you a secret?"

"Well," he said, resting his hand on his chin, "maybe, maybe not. But if it is a secret and I know...well, that's a bit of a problem for you, isn't it?"

"You know, you might just take my reputation of having a bad attitude," he pointed out, "and I'd really hesitate on brushing me off, little sister."

He breathed out, leaning back slightly, "alright, alright, I'll leave you but I did just want a breath of fresh air of some Edan that actually has a sane mind, you know. I'm spending my evening with Victoria and all she does is yab on about the new Edan's popping up all over the place."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "maybe," he said eventually. She did realise he was just blackmailing her...right? Admittedly, he didn't know if he'd ever go through with it. Still.

He grunted in annoyance when the teacher walked in, starting the class, "oh dear, oh dear, guess we're stuck with each other for..." he trailed off to look at his watch then grimaced, "seventy five minutes. Oh no, whatever will we do."

"Language, young lady, swearing has no place for someone in the royal court," he lectured, "and, you should respect your elders."

"My god, sarcasm just flies over your head."

He looked at his watch again, "not for another 73 minutes," he said, "what are you writing?"

He nodded, "quite, are they drawings of me?"

"Did you really? I've had my portrait done but that's kinda boring. Getting my eyes stabbed? Fascinating!"

"

"They speak to my soul," he said, placing a hand on his chest/

"anyway," he said, lifting a strand of her hair, "you don't look like a yarn doll."

"I was running off your comparison."

"Question," he said, "why do you hate me so much? I've been relatively nice to you so far."

"I could be a lot worse," he pointed out.

"I could decide to go tell everyone in the family about you, I'm sure both parents of mine will be overjoyed to hear about a new addition," he said, gesturing with his hand to emphasise his words. "But oh wait, I don't really like family gatherings so I might not do that."

"Mom would be positively furious by the fact that you've barely spent a week in this place and people already know who you are."

"Who said I was the only one?"

"You'd be surprised," he said, settling back, away from her, his teasing voice gone. "It wasn't my...ah...eagle eyes that brought you into my vision. Someone tipped me off."

"Ah but my original point still stands, I'm not the only one."

"I wouldn't put your trust in me," he pointed out, "might bite you in the ass."

"Depends on what you heard," he said, regarding her. Deep down, past his violent, apathetic tendencies, he supposed he could relate to her. Lord knows he's been trying to seperate from the Edan family for the past few years and tried not to get associated with the Edan drama.

"Makes me look like a teddy bear," he said with a joking grin.

"I can't be," he said shaking his head, "everyone likes a teddy bear but you don't like me. It's a bit contradicting."

"Why are you sleeping on teddy bears? You monster."

He ran his hand through his hair, "I really did just get out of bed. I don't have time to do anything with it."

"But I like my sleep," he said, yawning, "and why do you care how I do my hair?"

He raised an eyebrow, "you call that nice?"

**OOC:**Change that, autocorrect messed up my reply >.<

"But this isn't torture, not for me anyway," he pointed out.

He scratched his chin, shaking his head, "no, I am definitely not suffering," he replied.