appearance: http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=22500&pid=680278#pid680278<br/><br/>Koga was early to rise this morning, today he'd even beat his alarm clock as the battery-powered buzzing had just begun to sound off. Yesterday after his father had returned from work he explained how he'd met with an associate who's daughter attended the Archery club with Koga. His father had no idea until then that his son was even apart of such after school activities and was overjoyed to hear that Koga was already at a professional level of marksmanship. It was the first time since his early childhood that he'd actually sat down and had a conversation with his father that didn't involve grades or scholarships, this was something he enjoyed and obviously his Dad did too.<br/><br/>Koga reached his arms out and stretched far feeling the bones cracking along his upper back and shoulders. He opened his mouth wide and yawned before scrolling a hand back through his disheveled hair. Springing from his bed he pounced onto his clock and silenced it before making his way to the kitchen half-dressed in only a pair of black sweat pants. His dad had already been waiting, his hair was perfectly cropped and he wore his black business suit as he sat quietly at the table. There was an elaborate antique case laid out in front of him that was buckled shut and bound in leather. His dad spent the next hour explaining how the contents of the case had been passed down from generation to generation and that he should take it with him today. It was odd to see his dad so excited for the first time in years and Koga couldn't help but crack a smile.<br/><br/>After a quick shower he threw together his school uniform, his white button-up was left un-tucked as usual and over his outfit he wore a black jacket with white fur on the cuffs and around the neck. It was a brisk day but Koga could still ride his bike, shouldering his backpack and handling his father's antique case with one arm he peddled his way to school. He arrived ten minutes before class and stood his carrycase upright in his locker just outside of the classroom. He closed the door and set the dial on his combination lock before strolling into class still five minutes early. Koga had long light-purple hair, a pale cast of skin and deep-set eyes like amethysts. He had a lithe build and youthful complexion with angular features as he settled in his desk near the back of the classroom. Koga unlimbered his backpack, slid it onto the ground and slumped back in his chair, his face was expressionless and his eyes lazy as he waited for the lesson to begin.