<div class="floatleft">(http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4715/knoll.jpg)</div>Name: Trevor Valtarius<br/>Location: The Institute, Classroom 1A<br/>Tagging: Erie, open<br/><br/>"Oh, no, no, no...I already knew you couldn't turn me into stone.  See, that's not something lamia have ever really been able to do.  That talent is reserved for basilisks, medusae, and cockatrices, for the most part.  Lamia such as yourself tend to be rather strong and many have venomous fangs, though, and..."  He paused a moment, realizing he was about to start a rant on everything he knew based on the mythology and everything he's read.  His face darkened a couple shades as he shook his head slightly.  "Sorry...but really, I do believe you when you say you're not bad.  I'm just....well...not used to people being overly friendly towards me.  You're the first one to really ever be this friendly..."  He would need a little time to open up, it was true.  But things were off to a good start, if nothing else.  If anything, he was a bit happy to have someone to talk to who wouldn't make fun of or bully him.  There was even a small smile on his face.<br/><br/>He blinked a couple times though, when she said she didn't read books.  He could understand...reading wasn't for everyone.  By the sound of things though, she was mainly familiar with children's stories.  Perhaps sometime, if she were interested, he could read her some other stories that were perhaps lengthier, but she might find interesting.  He had to wonder how she'd react to the original iterations of Grimm's Fairy Tales.  He nodded a little.  "I have.  It has been a while since I heard the story, but I am familiar with the story, along with other similar ones.  I do have many stories I could tell sometime if you want, though I am afraid they might be far lengthier than you are used to."<br/><br/>Then came time to start answering the questions.  He wrote down her answer with as much detail as he could, and then proceeded to answer for himself.  He took a deep breath as the memories flooded back, trying to not act too weird with how horrible they made him feel.  "It...I lived in the basement of a house, for most of my childhood.  It was dark, dusty, and smelled very strange..."  He hesitated a moment, and then nodded.  He didn't see a need to go into further detail than that right now...he had just met her, he didn't want her to pity him off the bat.<br/><br/>"Favorite foods...I suppose turkey, apples, and broccoli rank rather high up on the list.  Though I'm not overly picky as to what I do and don't like to eat, I do prefer to have a balance between the food groups present when I do consume nutrients..."  He didn't mention he didn't eat a lot in the first place.  He was usually too lost in a book to remember to eat, trying to escape from the horrors of reality that he had encountered as of late.  Perhaps things would look up here soon, if Erie and he were going to work together?  He liked to think so, but he wasn't counting on it at this time.<br/><br/>"I...once had a puppy.  It was really nice...I loved him, and he loved me back.  That ended when mother found out about him, though....she gave him to my older brother, and he forgot all about me.  It was nice while it lasted though..."  He sighed a little, looking down.  His older brother had been the one to get all the love, despite that he was as dumb as a box of rocks.  Trevor wasn't even sure that they shared the same father, with the difference in intelligence levels between them.<br/><br/>"...anywhere at all..."  Liadon paused to think on this for a while.  "...I suppose it would be the Library of Congress in Washington DC.  All the knowledge that they have stored there, and so many books to read.  It would be a chance I would love to have someday, but I am not sure I will ever have the opportunity."<br/><br/>His face turned beet red at the fifth question.  After a bit of stammering, he managed to speak a reply.  "I....never stopped to think about it....though I suppose, yes, two pieces do indeed show off the more desirable feminine features better than a one piece would...."<br/><br/>He was quiet for a long moment before answering the sixth question.  "It's hard to say which one was the worst.  It didn't matter whether it was mother or father, or what I had done to anger them....it always ended the same way.  I never understood how they could be angry about the things they became so easily upset over, nor did I understand why I had to be punished so severely over them..."  He looked down at his glove covered hands, trying to shake off the memories.