<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/fbe3dc873d44c423b7ed4b4c306164dc/tumblr_my8zh2vNY11sojynho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tahira Atemu.<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Wild Marmet.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria // Combat Class.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team members, Headmaster Vainamoinen, Armina Horowitz.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tahira found the entrance exam period easier than most; she excelled in the theory and written tests and wasn't terrible at the combat side of things either. However, that wasn't to say she didn't have it hard, just as she was sure the other students did. In fact, that hardest test for her was exactly that; the other students. Faculty was a different story, although she found them hard to acknowledge or even look at, she felt more comfortable with them than the other students. She found it impossible to look anyone in the eye, she didn't approach anyone, nor did she speak and because of this, she wasn't approached or spoke to either. After getting the exam period out of the way, Tahira became even more anxious at the thought of having to be apart of a team. Would they like her? Being a Faunus, she wasn't sure. Would she become friends with someone at any time? Or would she spend the rest of her semesters alone, despite being apart of a 'team'? She felt sick.<br/><br/>As she sat at the table in the Cafeteria with all the other students who'd managed to get into Avalanche Academy, as well as the older students who flooded the room as if watching some sort of puppet show, the pit in her stomach only grew and she thought for a moment that she may not be able to handle waiting. Had choosing to join really been the right decision? Though she was sat among many, the Faunus felt alone. As the Headmaster began giving his 'welcome' speech, if you could call it that, Tahira sank further into her self, her hands snug between her thighs, her shoulders hunched and head head down, golden, feline eyes cast at her trembling knees. Then, as if form out of nowhere, her name was called out, indicating she had to rise and join the line up in order to meet her predetermined teammates. Slowly, reluctantly, Tahira rose from her chair, slowly making her way to the line which she joined, eyes staring down at her feet without even a glance to the others or the Headmaster. She was dressed in the mandatory school uniform with the added knee high, black socks and comfortable black, slip on pumps that she favored. Her light blue hair was kept in her usual style, longer strands at the front which were pulled over her shoulders and shorter at the back. Her hair, human ears and the matching cat ears atop of her head were adorned with beautiful gold and blue Egyptian jewellery and half her face was covered by her signature black mask which was pulled up form under the crisp white shirt of her uniform.<br/><br/>The Faunus waited for what seemed like forever as her team name was spoken and they were asked to attend their first class; Combat Training with Armina Horowitz as their professor. Tahira hung back in the group, following at least three feet behind the others. She remained silent, eyes trained on the ground, shoulders hunched timidly as they made their way down the grand corridors of Avalanche Academy.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the class, Tahira lined up, her ears focused as she listened to the female professor speak their names, along with an expectation of the class to follow. When requested to grab their weapons from the rack, the girl did so silently. Her feminine hands found comfort as she gripped the handles of her Golden Serket daggers and she felt a sudden relief bleed from her pours as she gripped at something familiar. Lifting her head for the firs time, her curious, almost inhuman eyes watched as her teammate now nicknamed 'Poet Kid' was asked to play damsel in distress. She then watched as their leader, she didn't recall his name....or any of her teams in fact, stepped forward, protesting that he would like to be the woman....or at least that's how she interpenetrated it. Maybe she was wrong? She eyed the 'leader' curiously and was a tiny bit surprised when the teacher agreed. Then the woman's intentions hit her like a sack of potato's; as the leader switched out, he was creating a more dangerous situation for the rest of the group, even though this was only a practice scenario. Her thoughts were confirmed when Armina mentioned the increased pressure of the squad. Her golden eyes then fell onto Poet Kid; she was curious as to how he would press forward.