OmegaRper42
Arbiter of light and dark.
A young woman sits alone next to the window, the blinder was down so she couldn't see the ocean or the awe-inspiring School. Making her booth stood out among the rest, while the rest were open and let the light shine through, her booth was covered in a darkness that almost seemed to envelop her making her look almost, ethereal, mysterious, and exotic. She was Ruby, it was more of a nickname due to the color of her hair and the nature of her magic, returning to her second year of Arcadia another year of improving, another year for her to shine above the rest!
Most of the first year males and some of the females, seemed to be almost in awe of her. Down to the strange otherworldly aura she seemed to have around her, the fact that second years and even some of the third year students seemed to be scared of her often giving her nervous glances or anxious glares, but mostly it seemed because of her strange choice in clothing. It would best be described as a goths dream come true, her dress was almost completely pure black, though some of the colors seemed to be of darker reds that bled into the tips of the long skirt empathizing her hourglass figure, the chest was held together by several corsets yet it did little to hide her ample chest or porcelain-like skin, and if you manage to tear your eyes from her chest you will see that she wears a choker with a rose stitched in front, her facial features were on par with some models. While other were either gawking at her or purposely avoiding her, Ruby just sat there her needles out stitching together a black and purple bear with an eye patch and scar on the left side of its face.
Sitting alone like she always did, look as if nothing in the world interested her. Though, appearances can be deceiving. In fact, Ruby was keeping tabs on everyone in the room especially on that group of first years students, after 'The queen' got done blabbing, those rejects started talking and managed to get her undivided attention. Especially that mohawk idiot. 'Passion?' 'Youth?' 'Friendship?' She felt like she had to use all of her will-power to not jab her needles into her ears, he didn't know what the hell he was talking about and the fact he gave away his powers in front of everyone in what could best be described by her to be an Olympic display of mental illness. Though it did make her chuckle seeing him embarrass himself and that child... "Ah. Perfect." It would seem lost in thought she had just finished sewing the bear, no loose strings, no fluff trying to escape his little body, everything was symmetrical in just the right way. Just perfect. "Alright," She placed the finished bear next to several more of her work. "Onto the next." She picked the string color, got the skin, and several beads and was ready for her next creation... About the only thing that keeps her sane on these trips.
Most of the first year males and some of the females, seemed to be almost in awe of her. Down to the strange otherworldly aura she seemed to have around her, the fact that second years and even some of the third year students seemed to be scared of her often giving her nervous glances or anxious glares, but mostly it seemed because of her strange choice in clothing. It would best be described as a goths dream come true, her dress was almost completely pure black, though some of the colors seemed to be of darker reds that bled into the tips of the long skirt empathizing her hourglass figure, the chest was held together by several corsets yet it did little to hide her ample chest or porcelain-like skin, and if you manage to tear your eyes from her chest you will see that she wears a choker with a rose stitched in front, her facial features were on par with some models. While other were either gawking at her or purposely avoiding her, Ruby just sat there her needles out stitching together a black and purple bear with an eye patch and scar on the left side of its face.
Sitting alone like she always did, look as if nothing in the world interested her. Though, appearances can be deceiving. In fact, Ruby was keeping tabs on everyone in the room especially on that group of first years students, after 'The queen' got done blabbing, those rejects started talking and managed to get her undivided attention. Especially that mohawk idiot. 'Passion?' 'Youth?' 'Friendship?' She felt like she had to use all of her will-power to not jab her needles into her ears, he didn't know what the hell he was talking about and the fact he gave away his powers in front of everyone in what could best be described by her to be an Olympic display of mental illness. Though it did make her chuckle seeing him embarrass himself and that child... "Ah. Perfect." It would seem lost in thought she had just finished sewing the bear, no loose strings, no fluff trying to escape his little body, everything was symmetrical in just the right way. Just perfect. "Alright," She placed the finished bear next to several more of her work. "Onto the next." She picked the string color, got the skin, and several beads and was ready for her next creation... About the only thing that keeps her sane on these trips.