<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dy2egH8.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clio Dewalt</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roaming Faire Child</strong>: Connection unused, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>Traveling Seeker of Eldest Knowledge</strong>: Connection unused, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>Metal Weaving Child of the Forge</strong>: Connection unused, +2 dice unused<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>Despite the late start Clio had almost been late, making it through the door moments before the bell had rung. No reason was given in her muttered apology to the teacher but the swaying lash of her lengthy ponytail was still damp from a recent shower. The rugged and worn workboots laced tight around her feet clomp with every step up the stairs, equally worn  jeans clinging to her toned legs. A leather half jacket and white shirt made up the rest of her outfit leaving a surprising amount of toned and faintly scarred flesh exposed. Instead of a backpack or purse an old fashioned satchel bounced against her right hip, the strap on her left shoulder and the thick lid absolutely covered in patches and badges. Reaching a free seat she pauses and glares down at the chair, eyes narrow and a rough mutter drifting from her. "the fucks with this mass poured crap." With a huff she sets her satchel on the desk and takes her seat, every movement slow as if she expects the chair to fall apart just from her breathing on it.<br/><br/>As the teacher sets off introductions she follows along, Hitomi's introduction drawing a frown from her as she looks down at the desk while muttering. "The hell is Hacktastica?" JD's introduction distracts her from her contemplation and draws a snort from her. A sigh slips from her and her head dips. "... manners maketh right?"<br/><br/>Her chair squeals as she stands up and steps to the side before dipping into a perfect curtsy  if she was in a movie about knights and wearing a lace covered dress. A soft smile curls her lips and when she speaks her voice is light and cheerful with the faintest British twinge to it. "Greetings fellow students. I am Clio Dewalt of the Spinning Hammer Smithy in Ohio. I currently do not have a Major and I enjoy history, the forge, and faires. I do hope we get along with one another." Straightening up she takes her seat and focuses her attention on the next person's introduction.<br/>