<div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Hugh-Dancy-hot-british-actors-655455_992_1235.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arthur Taylor<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Excalibur<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1/Dorm 2<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd/ Early evening.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Grey tee shirt, silver track pants, black converse shoes.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brandt.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Nick Fury...Arthur was captivated by his words. The Director commanded respect and Arthur was inclined to give it. The young man followed the exploits of Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and Steve Rodgers as much as he could. But Fury was a mystery to him, it was like the man didn't even exist. Now it seemed that Arthur was wanted, along with the others in this room, to be a hero. Arthur was excited to get started, he really hated his normal school after discovering his powers but this place seemed suited to him.<br/><br/>As soon as Fury gave attention to the Captain, Arthur nodded and thought to himself that the Captain would make a good gym coach but Arthur felt like Steve Rodgers would end up being the Principal. After the speech Arthur stood up and grabbed his bracelet like gauntlet with his left hand. Since he found the thing Arthur could not remove it, only shift its forms...Currently it was in a form that went from his wrist and continued down to his elbow in black and gold armor like a bracer. Often Arthur wondered if he would want to be a hero without it. Or if he even had what it took. All Arthur was sure of, was that he now had a gift and would use it until he was dead.<br/><br/>Upon the the completion of the speech Arthur stood up and looked around. He couldn't seen Jean, who had been nice enough to show him how to get to his room when he arrived this morning. Really she was the only person he knew at the moment but if Arthur was going to get to know the other students, now was a good time to get started. He walked up to Brandt with his tablet in one hand and extended the other. A thick British accent rolled off his tongue as he spoke. "Hello, Arthur Taylor. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said. He had noticed Eric and Victor and planned to introduce himself to everyone before the night was over and with any luck even get to shake the hand of a true American hero but for now, Brandt would be his first friend here. Or so he hoped.