<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FyHK91k.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erebus Mora Hermaeus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:30 a.m. to 6:45<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Teacher's Lounge| Hallway towards Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>It had been amusing to watch the students roam the halls and communing with one another like regular mortals though it quickly grew dull. If he had something else like paperwork or grading something his attention would be split equally between two things. Hopefully somethingredients interesting would take place on the first day of class besides the usual mischief that was caused. Mr.Hermaeus hadn't found it funny when succubi and Incubi tried to consummate secretly during his lesson his first year at the Academy, and various other acts. He would not take it then and for sure wasn't going to change his mind for this year debacle. It was due to this mindset that many labeled him as uptight for his way of thinking, yet he wasn't a bad man the exact opposite a matter of fact.<br/><br/>It was an act used to keep his distance from others for personal reasons. Being a Incubus had its thrills but they were not for him in the slightest in fact out of all those who walked theses halls he was quite 'pure'. Only feeding through alternative means, which left him steadily growing weaker through the years. One of the reasons he'd left to the mortal world so long ago was that he never wished to be.... a monster. To be born, grow old, and ultimately pass on to him was the greatest achievement a creature could accomplish. If that meant waiting an ungodly amount of time until the last of his energy depleted then that was his own choice.<br/><br/>Erebus got up from his chair and proceeded to leave the Teacher's Lounge and head towards his own classroom before the students found their way to his class room if none came at this time maybe he'd settle for a reading a book which his father had sent him as a gift. More than likely it was due to his old man wanting to step down so that he could take the reigns in his place, though it would never happen unless no other choice to him. The teacher roamed down the hall; keeping his fedora pushed down forward enough to hide the neon green orbs surrounded by a black abyss. He smiled faintly though it matched the grinning mail of a serpent. A steady tapping of dress shoes hitting the clean floor. As his attire gave off more of a mobster feel then a teacher.