<div class="floatleft">(https://mermaidvision.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/33415043.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alfred Birche<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Leshy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His dorm -> School classroom..?<br/><hr/>Some people slept in. Leshy, however, was too closely tied to nature, had too intricate of an internal clock. At dawn's first light, he awoke, at the best time when he was cycling through dreams; right as the old one ended, his mind grew closer to the surface, before it sank back down into a dream.<br/><br/>This was always how it'd been. He was crepuscular, human form or not. Dawn saw him quietly going about getting dressed, which did include a wrist-mounted, spring-loaded sheathe on his wrist, complete with a small knife that could pop out into his hand if he needed it; a small, red cloth pouch, which he carefully attaches with cord to his belt, looking like some sort of medicine bag, and being anything but; and a telescoping baton tucked into his right boot, and covered by his denim jeans.<br/><br/>And then it was time for breakfast, which involved using the dorm facilities to boil up a big batch of bite sized white potatoes--enough for leftovers for anybody else that came along later, that could easily be reheated--and of course, steak. Steak for breakfast? Yes. Yes! Anybody actually up at the asscrack of dawn could find him liberally warming up the steak, but keeping it still red on the inside, and bloody, and just eating it. With his hands. Admittedly, he seemed to do a partial transformation to get his claws into it--literally--and all those sharp incisors and fang-like canines are really good at just ripping meat apart.<br/><br/>Then, to get properly cleaned up, and... off for a morning stroll before classes.<br/><hr/>When they were led by the woman into the room, his eyes immediately locked onto the dome, tilting his head in curiosity. He shrugged his shoulders, and moved to find a corner to squat in. The moment the lights go out, he shifts forms with a deep, rumbling growl, switching so that he had better vision in these circumstances; lynx were night-time hunters, and like many animals active during the night, had superb vision in darkness. Only thing working against him, maybe, is the increased hearing.<br/><br/>First thing he does is threat assessment. The little flying things were shooting at people, but what was the shooting actually doing? If it seemed harmless, he'd just duck and weave with feline grace and agility; if they seemed to cause harm, then he's going to rip the first one he finds out of the air, and disable it, if not actually smash it into pieces and bits.