<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro (formerly Dasher)<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium, Hall of Oracles<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone!<br/><hr/><br/>It started as a low hum, barely audible and easily mistaken for the undercurrent of murmurs and half-hushed voices within the auditorium.  But as the seconds ticked by, the students and faculty gathered within minding their own business, the hum began to grow louder.  It was like the approach of a freight train, growing louder and louder, and soon after, the very windows of the auditorium began to shake, rattling in their frames.  Then, without warning, the double doors of the front entrance flew open, burst open by a tremendous build up of energy, scattering loose papers and billowing the curtains that lined the tall, long windows of the auditorium.<br/><br/>Seconds later, Carter entered, hands at his sides.  His dark eyes glanced about at the students, new and old, that were waiting for the assembly to begin, before he turned his attention to the few faculty that had arrived.  He said nothing, and spoke to no one, though he did nod to the other Karter and let his gaze linger briefly on Chloe.<br/><br/>He was dressed in a pair of form-fitting black jeans, a black t-shirt emblazoned with the three-lettered logo of the band Nine Inch Nails, and his dark leather jacket.  His short, dark hair was that stylized mess that was popular among the more notorious teenagers, and the carefully trimmed stubble that lined his jaw helped to frame his angular features and give an almost-nefarious gleam to his eyes.<br/><br/>He stalked to a seat in the back, and sat down heavily, propping one leg up on the chair before him and waiting for the festivities to begin.