Name: Ebony Rain<br/>Rank: Bronze Student<br/>RP: Ebony RainXShane Harris<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>He had just finished his introduction, and was already being set up with a roommate-- how lucky was he! Sarcasm was practically dripping off his form, and his soft gaze held smell daggers for the counselor who gave him the slip of paper. Who thought that this was a good idea? It wasn’t that he was bothered by sharing a room with a woman-- he just couldn’t help but feel that this would be a bit of a hindrance for his more ‘expressive’ hobbies. What if she was one of those ‘reformed’ freaks’-- or worse, a religious one! Ebony practically cringed at the thought.<br/><br/>In all of his musing and cringe-inducing thoughts, he hardly noticed himself reaching his destination-- room 105. As much as he hated the thought of his roommate, his bags were getting quite heavy, and he couldn’t wait to put them down. The overly-warm air of the dorm had made his hair grow flat, and he was ashamed to admit that he was actually sweating-- who did he have to blow for some air? He let out the tiniest of huffs, and would push open the door to the fairly-empty room. The boy stepped inside, and after placing his bags upon the bed, would go to work shaping his once-perfect-hair into a reasonable bun.<br/><br/>When he was finished with his task, the boy would move over to gaze at himself in the mirror. Sparkling blue-hues gazed back him, and a smile couldn’t help but spread upon his glossed lips. Even after that trek, he still felt that he looked damn good! He wore a skin-tight T-shirt, a light pink, with a contrasting zombie-hello-kitty design upon it. The blood was black, and added an interesting feel to the boy's look. Black jeans clung to his legs, skinny, and tight-- he made sure that it showed off his more ‘prominent’ features. His nails were painted pink and black, and they would seem to glimmer as he slid them up along the front of his shirt, feeling himself, exploring his form a little, while he was alone.