<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/986826-bigthumbnail_zpsbc53c8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwen Albion<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Ghast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Members of Ghast, All<br/><hr/>Gwen had watched as people were dismissed from the school.  She wasn’t surprised by those who’d been named and she didn’t feel bad for them.  Avalanche Academy was a school that taught Huntsmen and Huntresses.  It didn’t have time or resources to teach basics, and the people who had no business at the school were only putting themselves and any prospective team members at risk with their inability.<br/><br/>She quickly forgot about those who’d been excused and focused on the people who were still there.  Her excitement was building.  She’d made the cut.  Now, she only needed to wait to see who she was going to be paired with.<br/><br/>She clapped excitedly for the first few teams who were named and laughed lightly at the team names: Team Dewclaw and Team Marmet.  What was a Marmet or a Dewclaw?  It must have been based on tradition or, some other inside joke.  Regardless, Gwen made a mental note of each person who was placed on those teams, and immediately wondered why those teams had been put together or even why they’d been called first.  She felt sorry for the team’s respective leaders.  They didn’t have an easy job.<br/><br/>The ceremony continued, and she absently wished that she still had her headphones.  Once the initial excitement had worn off it had quickly become rather boring.  She found herself chewing on her lip each time a team was announced without her name being called.  With each new team she crossed off the weapon types from her mental “awesome fighters and weapons” list.  There had been several that she would’ve liked to work with.<br/><br/>When Erik Grimsby’s name was called, her ever-present smile dimmed.  He had worked with her brother and had been a member of the militia when Dirge had been overrun.  She’d known Erik for several years before that, but she’d forgotten those memories.  She only remembered the day Dirge fell and the role Erik played in it.<br/><br/>It seemed like an impossibility but her smile grew even fainter when she heard her name called shortly after.  As she rose, she made herself smile, until her cheeks felt uncomfortable and approached where Professor Vainamoinen stood.<br/><br/>"You've all done well, survivors of Dirge”<br/><br/>So, that was why this group had been put together.  She didn’t recognize the other girl, but when she looked at Rai, she suddenly remembered an eight year old boy with snow white hair and hazel eyes.  Very little of that boy remained when she looked at the man who stood beside her.  A scar and red eyes only seemed to be the very tip of the differences she was noticing.  The orange haired girl couldn’t help but wonder if there were more scars hidden beneath the mask.<br/><br/>She avoided looking at Erik.  He wore the traditional garb of Dirge’s militia, complete with the skull emblem.  The emblem he wore was similar, yet different, to Gwen’s.  The images of skulls which appeared on his cape and armor looked grim and menacing.  The skulls on her sweater and skirt had their mouths opened wide in a laugh.  It was true that she had designed her emblem in remembrance of her hometown, and those she'd lost, but she wasn’t trying to claim the honor or responsibility associated with the militia.  She hadn’t earned that, nor would she ever.  In her heart, Gwen had placed her own meaning upon the emblem she wore, and it meant more than respect and responsibility.<br/><br/>Erik’s appointment as leader of Team Ghast effectively wiped the smile from Gwen’s face and caused her fair skin to grow paler.  Anger, she seldom felt, boiled up within her.  She wanted to voice her objection, but with all of the people in the cafeteria watching, decided not to.  It wasn’t that she thought she’d be a better leader.  It was the simple thought that, of all people, Erik didn’t deserve it.<br/><br/>Before she left the stage and walked back to her spot, pale blue eyes gave their “leader” an icy cold look as better-forgotten memories flooded her mind.<br/><br/>Once seated, she wrestled with her anger until she got the upper hand and placed a warm smile on her face, once more.  After the ceremony ended, and they were all dismissed, Gwen grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder and began to make her way to the History class.  She noted that Ruby was talking with Erik, which suited her just fine, and decided to see if she could get Rai to say something.<br/><br/>With a mischievous smile, Gwen bumped her hip into the masked student’s.<strong>”Long time no see,”</strong>she said as friendly as possible.<strong>”Don’t tell me you don’t remember me,”</strong>she said teasingly.  It didn’t occur to her that he might actually not.  Dirge hadn’t been that big and there had only been so many children of approximately the same age.<br/><br/>Pale eyes continued to bore into Erik’s back, even as Gwen smiled and attempted to coax Rai into talking to her.<br/>