Steffan Henry walked through the hallways, almost silent, the hard sole of his sneakers idly clicking against the tiled floor of the school at regular intervals. Ascending was the male's full form. He was an older student, likely in his high teens, just before he would of graduated an actual school. He was aware he was late, but honestly, he could care less, what are they going to do, call his dead parents up for an idle chat at the local morgue.
He stood at a little over six feet & five inches, making him at a significant height, but in no way a grotesque person as some would be. His build was leaning into the muscular tone, but still had the lean appearance to it, likely from his height, and he was obviously well toned, he was a person who likely spent his free time straining himself. Steffan's skin tone was that of slightly lighter than one of the Latino persuasion would follow, but also, redder than that of a white person, he was likely a Native of some sort, used to going outside.
Once a closer look was taken, from a distance of a few meters away, his face could be seen. The most notable feature was likely his eyes, cold, dead even, his irises made of a chrome, silver color, reflecting the light as if it were more synthetic than metal, and his pupils were small in the light, rather than the enlarged star that they would transform into at night or when his eyes were closed all too long. His cheekbones were set high, pronounced quite well and complimenting his muscular jaw. His chin would then angle to a close, giving him a wide, heroic style of jaw. His brow was downwardly inclined, giving him a scowl, though, not one of anger but of general irritation. Finally was his hair, cut short and raised at the front, it's black tone suiting the style.
Steffan stepped down towards his second period class, aware that class is close to ending but not much caring. As he nears he notices who would be called Zack, standing outside with the teacher and looking annoyed. He waits until the teacher walks inside and smiles at Zack, his brilliantly white, perfect teeth flashing in a uniform smirk. "Stay out of trouble now." he would taunt and move inside before the boy could respond. He didn't like people who tried to explain themselves, plus, a fight wouldn't be good. He'd probably end up transforming, something none of these small, insignificant weaklings could bear to see in it's horrors. The sheer aura that leaked out of him enough to suppress the life of the plants around him in, "That" state. No, he would rather bide his time and finish this miserable excuse for a life before he went into, "That" style of living.
The teacher would of course, question his so called tenacity for being late and he'd shoot her a glare, knowing full well that if he wanted to he could become top of the class, but rather, he wanted to stay silent, and not live up to the expectations people set upon those who were labeled as intelligent, he'd also rather not express his power, knowing that expectations set under the precedence of being of a supreme power were all too high for him to want to live up to. He'd have no problem doing so, but, the annoyance would be just too great for him to enjoy, no, he'd stay as a mid-rank 10% until he graduated, too insignificant to get a scholarship without request, but not so unintelligent that people would have an eye on him, and definitely not on the edge of the 10%, where everyone was urging you on to make it into that secluded group.
"I don't know why I was late, why were you early?" He would shoot back upon falling heavily into his chair, his weight of two-hundred and ten pounds suddenly collapsing with the standard acceleration of gravity (-9.8 m/s squared for those who don't know. ) being a bit burdensome on the chair's legs, though, not enough for it to buckle or collapse. "Did you miss me or something?" He questioned as he whipped out a handy pencil, beginning to quickly fill out the paper, though, he was in no rush to finish and he chuckled at the teachers threat for the principal if he was late again, "Call her, I'd like a chat." he taunts, knowing the teacher wouldn't, and his knowledge struck true as the teacher sighed and resigned back to her more important duty to society. Grading the papers of imbecilic morons that filled the room. Like the male outside most likely.
