<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DoIAUWV.jpg?2)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name</strong><br/> TenrinJoo<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/> Academy Entrance<em>(?)</em><br/><strong>With:</strong><br/> Entire Group consisting of Dragons and Humans</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The idea of being in the academies walls seemed beneath TenrinJoo as he stood with arms crossed while sporting a grimace while The Headmistress gave her speech. A speech he would not take to heart in any which shape or form. Why did he have to waste his time learning to cooperate with such feeble creatures as humans? They were not as powerful in any regard. If the dragon had to accept the fate placed before him, than he'd rather of stayed imprisoned by that ill mannered King of Kenz. If they had so desired it it would take a group of like minded dragons to burn this place to the ground. However, something like that would be a bad move on his part so it stay a mental thought for now.<br/><br/>Unlike the others here Tenrin hadn't come here for all this academy promise of self betterment, quite the opposite in fact his partner was more like a handler if not a pet to the woman who stood beside him... Rey'Na Darkfire. The two of them had not been on good terms as they had traversed their country. In his own mind she might of been agitated with being stuck with a him. From what he had been told she had finally been commended, and now she was playing babysitter for the dragon. As the duo would have to parade around as fated partners.<br/><br/><strong>"What if you're already standing with them?</strong>" asking in a slightly mocking tone towards of of the male teachers, but took it a step back as he wouldn't like to have his first impression being a bad one. florescent orange eyes glancing at the human Issac before darting back to his dragon. He was going to be the problem child of this batch of potentials. It was more obvious than if he had painted a target upon his chest and screamed out for attention.</span>