<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mateus Frost</span></div><br/>(http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/8809/dsnowwhitesa0.jpg)<br/><br/>A crown does not a queen make. The best royal grooming means nothing without the proper culmination of power. Such would be Mateus' lamentations as his mind and spirit constantly wondered why the life he was supposed to have was not the one he had. In some ways his manor exuded the thousands of years back his memory stretched. In just as many others he was the epitome of young adulthood: The rebellion against his parents, the constant desire to establish his identify the way he saw it, the necessity of learning the skills with which to move alone with his life. Among the outcasts of  Xaviers academy his situation was unique, though his struggle was still the same. Even if he denied it.<br/><br/>“Do they really think that making me dress  like all these children will make me look and think like them as well?” Mateus said to his companion Valdemar, his voice like ice wrapped in velvet. He slid his pale body into a lascivious black gown that had cost more then some people's vehicles. It was vestige of the depraved decadence he was used to but cut off from. His wealth was limited to the few solid investments he had made in the past couple years and while that was impressive to most high school students it wasn't much. His hair might have been perfumed with imported oils and his lingerie trimmed with the fur of endangered species, but his jewels were just pretty replicas practical, things like a car were not his.<br/><br/>“They're comfy. Better then the same rotting animal skin for six months out of the year.”  Valdemar said, the memory of his life still fresh in his mind. He wondered what trouble his master was going to instigate. Many people assumed Mateus was female when they saw him, but when he purposely cultivated a female appearance it usually meant he was scheming something.<br/><br/>“I'll dance to their tune, but I'm going to exchange these clunky garments for something that shows my assets better.” Mateus, code name Black Tyrant, applied a quick coat of mascara and sauntered out of his room into the hall. Every set of eyes he passed he looked into gauging which women felt enough of an equal and which men enough of an alpha to not immediately look at the floor. …<br/><br/><br/><br/>… At the front office Mateus smiled at the red haired woman behind the desk. “Hi, these was a little mistake with my uniforms. Someone gave me the men's by mistake.”  Outwardly Jean Grey would not have thought the exotic young woman talking to her was really a young man but something edged her into scanning Mateus' surface thoughts. The Black Tyrant's natural defenses against psychics were fairly robust, yet for someone like Jean they were simple enough to overcome.<br/><br/>Any questions Jean might have had were melted away quickly enough when she realized who she was speaking to. She already had personally expected Mateus to be one of the more trouble prone students. It was a blessing that they had figured out what he was and got him into the school and away from the influence of the sorceress Selene. The world was a more vile place just from one. Having another was a terrifying prospect. Especially when the young man before her was capable of being taught to make his own choices.<br/><br/>He wasn't exactly proving himself to be easy to handle by creating an elaborate deception to exchange his uniform rather then asking outright. She would have approved it either way.<br/><br/>“Okay Miss Frost. I'll have more appropriate garments sent up to your room” Jean said, agreeing but covertly letting him know she was well aware who he was.  He moved gracefully back to his room angry at his own inability to block her contact with his mind.<br/><br/>Oh the way back through the halls he ran into an male student of obvious Asian heritage. The boy looked like someone wanted to avoid attention and notice. He was probably on his way to the assembly as Mateus was running a little late  “It seems I might be a little late”, he said  giving as smoldering glance directly at Kouryu. His, or her as the case may seem, voice had no emotion, as if being late was just written in reality rather than any poor timing on his part. He moved along without further talking to the young man. Simply noting his reaction since loners have to be profiles individually rather then by their friends.<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to change into the skirt, heels, and top that were waiting for him. He augmented what he could by wearing a pair of black evening gloves on his arms and spiderweb stockings over his smooth white legs. It wasn't much of an improvement over the initial male issue uniforms, but it certainly had more sex appeal. He still was unlikely to be seen as anything other then a beautiful young woman,  though it didn't matter. The beautiful part was all he had wanted to achieve, and having done that every one elses perception was their own.<br/><br/><br/>He really didn't miss much of the assembly or the speech. Seeing some of the teaching staff felt like the reopening of old wounds. He remembered all of Selene's hatreds and grudges as if they were his. Some foggy or warped, but it was all  his enough. As the students migrated to the cafeteria he prowled along. He was a social monster after all and had been anxious to meet other students. There was also a morbid curiosity in him wondering about how the academy planned to cater to his “special needs diet”.