His name was Collin Woods, but he went by Connor when he was able to. The name Collin felt too soft for him, and almost too unreal to think about. When he was young, he only wanted to be called Connor and he focused on that. Even in school, he more or less forced adults to call him Connor. He wished that this wasn't he case, yet he did look like a Connor. He wore glasses, yet he had contacts if the need arose; the eyes beneath them were teal. He kept his black hair styled to the side, and it looked like a more professional look. He had small eyes and a slightly larger mouth, and he was small around the body, about 5'6" standing right up. He looked adorably handsome in the nerdy fashion that was accepted by those around him. He was a nerd at heart and he didn't want to lost that, hence forth he wore clothes like he was. Right now, he was also angry. He wanted to be home, away from this boarding school. He was a top-notch student at school, in honor's role and everything they could put him in. He even took classes with seniors back in his school. Yet they had insisted that his education be carried out away form this, and before he knew it he was gone from America and now at some country he didn't even want to think on. He desperately wanted to be home and at ease, yet now he was trapped here with nothing to do or think about. In fact, all he could do was stay and live his life, for no one was going to rescue him. After he recieved a dorm room, he filled up what he could before starting to wander around. It was a larger school, centered around a courtyard, and was covered with platns which prevented sunlight from entering. The area had an ethral feel, with the light tinged green. Wihtout a guide, he sat under the tree and pulled out a book, for he had just learned the language and was ready to focus. He read slowly,but intently, and he let his mind wantder away from hismelf under the tree, letting many people walk by him.