<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Strange<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>3rd floor, room 3<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Stephen wasn't overly comfortable with big groups. His entire school career thus far had been one big competition so showing signs of weakness or having the audacity to help others study was tantamount to sabotaging oneself. While he still had every intention of pursuing his medical degree, he knew there was no avoiding this place and what he had to learn here. Whatever destiny awaited him, he would be a fool to think he could do it without the help of others. Still, it wasn't going to be an easy transition. He followed the example of another student who looked very outwardly like he wanted to be left alone; Stephen knew his soft features would not advertise his desire for solitude but he hoped the fact that he was intentionally going to a table alone would suffice to deliver the sentiment. They didn't seem a bad lot, most of them, but he knew the saying 'power corrupts' and even he had to wrestle with his own conscience at times when he first discovered his abilities had manifested themselves. The fact that most of them hadn't even turned old enough to drink legally was not encouraging as far as them having their moral centers fully developed.<br/><br/>The environment had set him at ease, however. He felt safe, secure, unlike his previous homes. There was always a sense of foreboding, like something watching him from the shadows, waiting for him to be alone and vulnerable. Here, he felt that would not be a concern and it was a very welcome validation of his belief. He just had to know that if the things he occasionally dreamed of did show themselves, these other students could have his back. It may have been his destiny to protect the world from threats that came from beyond, but he wouldn't say no to some assistance. Especially if that giant flame-headed monster he occasionally had nightmares about showed up.<br/><br/>The ratio of males to females there seemed pretty even, he observed. Quite unlike the Avengers from the battle of New York. Not that he was looking for a relationship right now, per se. He had quite enough things on his mind as it is. And even though it would be nice to be able to share the burdens of his life, it just seemed like with others who carried similar abnormalities, he'd be having a net gain in stress rather than a reduction. Of course, that might depend on how good a girlfriend would be in bed...but if things didn't work out in a relationship, they'd still have to see each other every day in classes and whatnot. Talk about awkward and uncomfortable, plus if they wanted to play out some revenge fantasies on him, they'd be much more capable than merely keying his car or something benign like that.