<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/51/f3/fc51f34b0e24e213a91d17f99bb8c3cb--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hashut<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Prefect<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Sinister Plans<br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>Prefect Meeting --> Male Dormitory<br/><hr/><div align="center">Hashut had been utterly bored by the meeting to train the Prefects, not only where there few among their ranks and the staff in charge of them were completely dry. Hashut had to sit through this lecture like a good school boy which made his muscles ache for action, so for the time that the meeting had went on Hashut had sat crossed armed and slumped down in his chair waiting for the meeting to pass him by. After hours had past Hashut eagerly leaped from his chair, picking up his robes which were fairly nice for all things considered but Hashut merely tucked them under one arm along with a few training manuals he was probably just going to flick through at one point and probably throw away. <br/><br/>Still as Hashut was speeding down the long hallways towards the dormitories he would be spending the next year or so in, he couldn't help but let a sly toothy grin spread over his reptilian maw that quickly curled into an evil smile. A flood of thoughts washed over his mind, more dirty and perverse then the last at just how much power these fools of a staff had given him. The accompanying foot falls of his padded digrade feet mixed with the sharp clicks of his talons striking the stone carried him onward. He could not wait to get started, to see fruits of his labors blossom as he would slowly but surely change the playing field into his favor so that these so called classmates would understand who was really in charge around here. <br/><br/>Making his way into the male dormitories he had seen a female Satyr head towards the bathrooms and washrooms though he dismissed her from his mind once he began to spread out his supplies and older trophies from days long past across his new shared sleeping quarters. He had “convinced” these trophies of slain beasts and artifacts were religious in nature so he was allowed to keep them. Hanging them on the wall over his bed he set everything properly in their place while making them look like they were arranged neatly. Setting about his clothing in the nearby drawers which was fairly limited in all things considered.  For his folk always preferred the wind on their scales and the earth under their claws but none the less Hashut when about to make himself look like a model student all the while thoughts continued to creep into his mind, keeping that grin spread across his face... <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"Soon, soon, it will all be Hashut's."</em></span> he muttered under his breath.</div>