<div class="floatright">(http://data3.whicdn.com/images/35065896/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Myrr Cloudstrider<br/><strong>Location:</strong>1st Floor Common Area - 1st Floor, Room 1<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biff<br/><hr/>"Hey man, that your handywork?" a cheerful voice speaks up from the door. "Nice going--oooh, and look at you. All dragony, I like it," Myrr steps inside and looks at the empty doorframe. A dark-haired half-elf stands there, grinning. "Man, it's good to see another person who knows what it means to keep your body active in here," he says, indicating Biff's muscles, his own similarly toned. "I thought it would be all nerds and geeks in here--and maybe a few hot chicks, but those can be few in number when so many of our kind," he referred to arcane casters, "are the bookish type. Still, one can but hope. So," flumps onto one of the beds, peering at Biff, "what's your name? I'm Myrr Cloudstrider--though don't get the wrong impression, I can't fly or nothing," he grins. "That's from my folks. Though maybe someday," he nods confidentally. "My family comes from a line of genies--marids, actually. All the way back to my great-great-great-great-great-grand-pappy's time. All into water magic and stuff, but my parents say that they can even use the moisture in clouds to walk on them, though I've never seen them do it. That's where the name's from, apparently my ancestor could do it easily, for me, well, I've still got a ways to go," Myrr grins.<br/><br/>"So, looking forward to this place? I hear we pretty much have run of the entire facility. Free time to lounge about, a bit of fighting in the arena, some benches outside to scope the girls as they walk by. Should be awesome," he says with a wolfish smile on his face. "Meet any other students so far?" he unbuckles the sword at his hip, placing it beside him on the bed. "Hopefully the girls aren't too hard on the eyes... Huh," he seems puzzled, glancing at Biff again. "You look like a warrior from the looks of things--though obviously you've got your magic, or you wouldn't be here. But I don't see your sword. Or axe. Or mace. Or whatever. How do you usually bring someone down?" he asks inquistively, curiosity staining the confusion on his face.