Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 0:35:30 GMT -5
Frater's parents were always the type to voice their concern for their son. It certainly wasn't easy being a part of the Perdurabo family, that was a given; it was almost as if they tried to prepare him for being the "odd one out" as it were when he revealed to them that he was pursuing the same interests as his caregivers. To a point, it worked, too. Frater learned some unorthodox self-preservation techniques on his own to weed out the harmful from the harmless and those he considered the latter were also, to him, dear friends that he even kept contact with though he were thousands of miles away at Ashford Academy School for the Gifted. Hell, it was almost a culture shock to hear a lack of voices that rang rich with a British tone like his and to see that there were others like him; not necessarily in the same vein as they were constantly writing spells - that he assumed would never work - in his notebook or a recipe for some self-concocted alchemy experiment. No, instead the teens that attended this school had something considered "unworldly" before it erupted onto the face of the planet. Frater was a gifted, and it was one of the few things his parents couldn't prepare him for. How could they? They never assumed that their son would have an ability as though it came straight out of fiction or hell, even one of their books regarding the Order of the Golden Dawn's ceremonial magic practices.
It didn't take long before he was swept away from his home in London to Ashford. The experience was shocking, to say the least. Frater knew not one face, but knew the kids who went to the school had at least one thread that bound them together, regardless of their background, their life experiences, or otherwise. None the less, it didn't cause him to drop his arm's reach guard against those who would assume that... well... he wasn't quite right and truth be told, Frater did nothing to deter that assumption; if anything, that was his key to survival in social environments. Speaking of "social", it even was a bit of a different type of experiment to him. He would throw the oddball card around as much as possible, and see who dared venture past that and connect with him on a human level. After all, who were friends if you couldn't even share ideas with them?
Having just arrived at the school, Frater was still uneasy in his new surroundings and took quick solace in the courtyard of the school since it, itself, was not a place that was commonly populated heavily and gave him some reprieve from his dorm. It was hard for "that crazy son of a bitch with the odd drawing on the cover of his notebook" to, well, actually complete the drawing. It honestly made him smile as he sat under the sun and against a tree, whittling away at his carefully crafted Solomon Seal. If any who populated the same hall as him even asked what the symbol's purpose was, he'd be more than happy to explain that it was a symbol of protection from evil spirits and energy, but then his social experiment wouldn't be much of an experiment after all. The Hebrew took a lot of time to get exact - his father would often tell him that this was the point in doing something like this as the wrong word would be an awful thing - but the pencil in his grasp pushed into the glossed cover of his Five-Star notebook with the yellow cover. The courtyard was silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind or the occasional birds chirping. That's why the sound of footsteps stuck out to him like a sore thumb. Quick as lightning, his eyes darted from the drawing upward to someone moving toward him, and back down to his task at hand. If he were a religious man, he'd pray that this person would share the courtyard with him, but keep their distance. This was a labor that needn't not be disturbed.
It didn't take long before he was swept away from his home in London to Ashford. The experience was shocking, to say the least. Frater knew not one face, but knew the kids who went to the school had at least one thread that bound them together, regardless of their background, their life experiences, or otherwise. None the less, it didn't cause him to drop his arm's reach guard against those who would assume that... well... he wasn't quite right and truth be told, Frater did nothing to deter that assumption; if anything, that was his key to survival in social environments. Speaking of "social", it even was a bit of a different type of experiment to him. He would throw the oddball card around as much as possible, and see who dared venture past that and connect with him on a human level. After all, who were friends if you couldn't even share ideas with them?
Having just arrived at the school, Frater was still uneasy in his new surroundings and took quick solace in the courtyard of the school since it, itself, was not a place that was commonly populated heavily and gave him some reprieve from his dorm. It was hard for "that crazy son of a bitch with the odd drawing on the cover of his notebook" to, well, actually complete the drawing. It honestly made him smile as he sat under the sun and against a tree, whittling away at his carefully crafted Solomon Seal. If any who populated the same hall as him even asked what the symbol's purpose was, he'd be more than happy to explain that it was a symbol of protection from evil spirits and energy, but then his social experiment wouldn't be much of an experiment after all. The Hebrew took a lot of time to get exact - his father would often tell him that this was the point in doing something like this as the wrong word would be an awful thing - but the pencil in his grasp pushed into the glossed cover of his Five-Star notebook with the yellow cover. The courtyard was silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind or the occasional birds chirping. That's why the sound of footsteps stuck out to him like a sore thumb. Quick as lightning, his eyes darted from the drawing upward to someone moving toward him, and back down to his task at hand. If he were a religious man, he'd pray that this person would share the courtyard with him, but keep their distance. This was a labor that needn't not be disturbed.