<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><span style="font-size: 22px"><b>Christian </b><br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left">Christan's eyes flicked from his book when the familiar voice of his roommate broke his concentration.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 153, 255)"> “This is a school,”</span> He said quietly before his eyes turned back to the pages of a thick leatherback book.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 153, 255)"> “It won’t teach me everything I want or need to know, plus I have nothing better to do,”</span> He wanted to say he had nobody bothering his king or queen, everything was relaxed now as everyone got their positions where they did or didn’t want them. Being a first year, he had to take out a third year to get his own rank, Ace of Hearts. He thought the rank was better than the king, he was special and not many people had interest in an ace rank as they were more sideline.​</div><br/>In his pocket sat the golden card that held his rank as an ace, almost nobody knew who he was or what he could do as the content of his books kept flipping around subjects from potions, to beasts, and herbs and how to maintain them. He was the first-year who knew most answers to the teacher's questions and was never really found outside of the library or his dorm. He'd disappear from time to time but nobody ever knew where he really went, besides a few special people.<br/><br/>The book he was reading was about blood patterns and what they could do, it went over beast summoning, cursings and blessings, protection circles, and things along those nature. He tried keeping the books he read around others very generalize and not pinpointing a very specific subject. His reason for the book was the summoning, though protection circles seemed quite interesting as well.<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes at the last remark he closed the book and set it aside. He pushed himself so he was sitting properly and let silver colored eyes glance the man up and down. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">I don't see you doing much either," </span>He snorted, giving a chance for the other to<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">respond.</span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Koi</span></span>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"I didn't touch your circles, you brat," </span>Koi grumbled as the third year once again insisted that he had done something wrong to his little circles. It was usually what happened when something happened that didn't go his way. It was his fault most of the time, and it got rather boring after a whole month of being accused of things he didn't really care about. He came to the school because it was one of the best for those starting out, if he knew about the whole card system that took place, he would have picked somewhere else.<br/><br/>The boy he had to share his dorm with, Laramie, was one of the tops of that system. Queen of Hearts, just below the king. He was cocky and overly boastful, but he was especially a pain in the ass to Koi. He was a spade, which was towards the bottom of the chain, and he held no special rank, nor did he care to. He wouldn't care if he was a club, but most second and third years who haven't shown much skill, but some, automatically are boosted to Spade. Clubs are for the weaklings, the underdogs. Diamonds are the second best, but Hearts were the ones to worry about.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Maybe you should make them somewhere else where I couldn't possibly touch it,"</span>Koi said, watching him fix the work. He was sure the third year was powerful, being in his rank, but he wasn't afraid of him. Dying wasn't something that was common in the school, there were still laws, and whatever the boy would threaten most likely wouldn't happen. They were empty.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Orathin</span></span><br/>​</div>The demon's eyes lifted from his cellphone when he heard the first-year get frustrated over something so simple as history. His eyes went to the smoking book, sighing as he watched the poor pages burn because of some frustration.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"I don't understand how you get so angry over reading a book, it's really not a good reason to start burning up,"</span>He said, though he had no trouble remembering simple things like history. He had trouble learning new things that demons like him were supposed to do, a major thing being blood manipulation, he was quite terrible at it. He ignored the look the other gave him, he found the other to be less scary than an angry puppy dog.<br/><br/>Orathin was a demon, of course, the King of Clubs knew that, but not many others. He was very... different from demons. He wasn't gloomy, scary, and filled with wanting to create death and destruction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"> "If you want help, I can help," </span>He offered with a friendly smile, one that didn't hide any lies or ill intentions in it. Though it showed two pairs of sharp canine teeth that wasn't the most welcoming thing. He didn't like to see him struggle with studies, even if they were from very different ranks.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>the<br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Angel</span></span>​</div><br/>When Leif had walked into the room he was twirling around his wooden wand between his fingers, green sparks snapping and flashing out of it with each quick turn he gave it. Suddenly he stopped, holding it tightly and pointed towards the other, but he relaxed when he found it was just him, a joker. His muscles loosened and he lowered his hand so the glowing tip was pointed towards the floor, no point in trying to harm his roommate, right?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Isn't that a bit hard for a Jack? It's... what I'm really supposed to do,"</span>He laughed, pushing the wand into his back pocket so that nothing strange would happen while he talked to him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I got the whole 'mending' my own wounds thing all down anyways,"</span>He shrugged, he had gotten a nasty lip when he bad mouthed to an unknowing Jack of Hearts. Angel was a petite boy with a build that certainly didn't make him look like might of a fighter. He was more of a long ranged magic wielding fighting than the classic close combat.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"What's wrong with you anyways, get your ass kicked by someone?" </span>Angel asked, now curious why the other wss giving him some kind of warning. He wasn't sure what the other did, he tried not to show too much interest in anyone that wasn't a threat.