Fear Filled Welcoming .:OPEN:.

It was nice here, Connoven decided. The near six foot blonde teen boy had decided he wouldn't mind residing in this school. It was grand and extravagant; not unlike what he was used to. He came from an upper scale life, with one parent being a doctor, and the other a party planner for people of their status as well. He was used to the finer things, but sometimes he wished that maybe he hadn't been giving everything he wanted, or almost everything.

Con's head hurt just from the thought of his past life. His parents had decided to keep him at home, even for schooling, since his powers had started to appear. That had begun at around sixth grade; he still remembered the event he called "That Time". It had changed his whole life forever, and his mind never fully stopped thinking about it.

But it was time. It was time to move on, he decided as his icy blue eyes slid around the entrance. On his slender back was a rugged, worn, and used brown backpack. Inside, it contained his favorite book (Black Beauty, to be honest), his iPod, his notebook, his sketch book, and an old stuffed animal he privately kept close. At his feet was a large, large duffle bag containing everything else he needed: uniforms, clothes, school supplies, a picture from home, chargers, laptop, and the smell of home. His attire was neat. Uniform exactly in line, crisp and clean. Around his neck was a pair of headphones, however, that were being brushed by his shaggy blonde locks. He let out a sigh. Lost and confused, he glanced down at the map he had been given. Where exactly was he supposed to go?

Connoven had been engulfed in thought as he stared at the map. He wasn't the best at reading squiggly lines that made no sense. However, something caught his attention; an intoxicating scent that made his heart flutter. His head whipped up, almost so fast you could assume he had received whiplash from the movement. New? New here? What did she mean? Oh yeah!

"Yes, yes I'm new. Well, I mean, my name is Connoven. Not new." He jumbled out awkwardly. His face lit up with a blush. A soft surge of anger seemed to spring up. The teen wouldn't be so damn awkward if he had been allowed social interaction. Well, it was too late. He probably had already blown it with this female, that he noticed was extremely beautiful. Now, Connoven new he was a decent looking guy, but he figured this girl was too popular for the newly fresh meat just arriving to the butcher shop called Beata Academy.

Connoven's heart was thudding so hard he swore he would double over from a heart attack. The place where her hand had rested on his arm still tingled with a sensation. His blush deepened to a red that would make any classical rose jealous. She was just so... beautiful. Words seemed to stick in his throat like glue was grabbing on to them and not allowing them to escape. Finally, they came through. Thank gawwwwddddddd.

"Ah," he said quietly, his free hand moving to rub his other arm; a bad habit formed many many years ago. "Looking for the Initiate place, or whatever. I just got uh... dropped off." he nodded, shifting his light frame from foot to foot. Fear surged up as he felt the little tingling in his forehead. 'Shit.' he thought.

Shit was right. The little sensation in his forehead was the warning system that his gift was about to activate.

It started at the top of his head. He'd be damned, it always did. His skin started to wiggle like jello, the tip of his hair turning the shade of Verona's. In a wave that moved like molasses down his body, he shifted. The once tall blonde boy was now the same height of the girl standing in front of him. His eyes sparkled with the same smirk she was showing him, his...hers? smile on his once thinner lips. This was unusual. Usually he turned into the boogeyman or some shit, but it seemed as if he had turned into.... her....

"I-I'm sorry." he stuttered. "I can't really control it..." he trailed off, looking away.

"I-I" he started to try to explain, but took a deep breath to calm down. Running his hand through his hair, he bit his lip so hard, it could probably bleed. Another deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry. I can't help it. My... My power is to morph... shape shift... into a person's biggest fear." he paused, staring at his hand that was wringing itself over and over again in pure nervousness. "It means..." Stopping again, it was clear he didn't want to outright say it. "Itmeansyourbiggestfearisyourself." There. One breath and it was done. Leaning down, he shrugged the shoulder strap of his bag to his shoulder. "Look, I'll just find my own way... Sorry." With that, Connoven started to walk off.