<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/new-monster/images/e/ec/Succubus.png/revision/latest?cb=20150302002317)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mikah Tempetus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Designated Dorm Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Everything was in its place. Everything. From the monochromatic uniform (Couldn't they do something about the lack of colours? The black and white clashed terribly against her hair and wings. At least her tail was able to swing free. She'd talk to her mom about it later) to the stylish bag that she'd been given by her doting mother. She raised her chin, looking down at the reflection in the mirror out of the corner of one eye. Her boots were impeccable. Her legs, gorgeous. Her hair in perfect order. She was, as usual, immaculate. Perfect. She stretched her wings with a satisfied smirk. Time to compare the others to her, the competition for the year.<br/><br/>She stepped into the hall, pulling the door closed behind her and gazing around at the other students just beginning to drag themselves from their beds. They clearly didn't know anything about preparation. They struggled, some of them, to pull their eyes open, others to haul from their beds, and still others looked in a frightful state, likely from not paying attention and trying to push themselves to do more than they were capable of. She tried so hard not to sneer, but it seemed inevitable as she surveyed those she would be easily leaving behind.<br/><br/>Mikah turned on her heel, striding from the hallway and into the stairwell to make her way down to the ground floor, convinced that the following weeks were going to be significantly less a challenge than she'd hoped for. Her mother had taught her the value of preparedness - after all, you begin with a plan, develop a pattern, cut away what would only be in the way long before you brought everything together to bind it - and she was set to stake out her territories, the places where she would sit, where she would eat, the areas that were hers. It developed a system and forced others to move around her. It was a powerful psychological tool and she intended to use it to her best advantage.<br/><br/>She loved the steady click of the heels on the solid stairs, a sound that was pristine and unchallenged in the echoing stairway as she descended past the other floors in the building. She could catch flashes of various Incubi and Succubi passing in front of the windows, each cataloged in her mind based on their appearance, their focus, the way they moved and whether or not they seemed to notice her. Already she was filing people away based on whether they were going to be a challenge and whether they were going to be helpful to her.<br/>