Name: Lanen Kyler
Age: Appears 18, but was born in the tailend of the 1700's
Gender: Female
Species: Werewulf
Powers (At the most, 2): Elemental magic
Crush: N/A
Appearance:
Brown hair, slender-yet muscular-build, blue-green eyes, short (Around 4'9'')

Personality: Her personality is hard to explain, really. One moment she could be the sanest person on earth, the next, she could be striking up a conversation with the dead fly on the wall. Or the wall itself. Or the shrubbery. But her heart's in the right place. She's stubborn to were she's nigh unmovable, and has a youthful sort of innocence.
Other: Slightly deaf and colorblind. If she doesnt answer, it's because she didnt hear.

Name: Bran
Age: same as Lanen.
Gender: Male
Species: Elf? :3
Powers (At the most, 2): Adept magic
Crush: N/A
Appearance:  Bran is tall and lithe, standing at almost 6 foot with black hair that falls to mid-neck. His eyes are a light golden color with random green flecks.
Personality: Kind and with a mostly serious nature, it is very easy to like Bran; he hardly says anything. He isnt one to judge on past lives, as he was an a.ssa.ssin in his earlier years (Actually how he met Lanen).
Other: N/A

((Hope Im not too late in joining....)) 

((I drew this. It took me all day plus three hours. Please don't criticize because I already know the leg looks akward...))

[[Errr, alright then, Reu. ]]

Aryia, having unpacked all of her things, walked up to what she thought was Maya's room, and knocked on it. ['Tis really Sumnor's room.] "'Ello!" She said in her usual bright and perky voice, hoping that she had picked ou the right door. Her memory wasn't the most reliable thing in the world.

Lanen ran down the halls of the school in socked feet, sliding when she got enough speed, avoiding the wall, and running on. She was surprised that this area of the school was so...quiet. It needed noise; some excitement.

As she was rounding another corner, strong arms stopped her and knocked her flat. She looked up into the face of Bran, who peered at her owlishly as she crossed her arms and frowned...still on the floor.

"Careful Lan. Slow it down a little."

Sumnor was lay back in the large armchair he had bought for his room in the first weke he had joined the school, still in the majority of his suit, the grey pants and suit vest, a white buttoned shirt unerneath, the collar had been disturbed by the tie being pulled off. His eyes snapped open swiftly at the sound of a knock at his door, standing, he strolled over and opened it, smiling as friendily as possible for him.

He examined the figure stood in his doorway, looking both ways down the corridor, making sure nobody was there, "Come in, pleased to meet you, as you probably know as you're knocking here, I'm sumnor," He offered his hand for a hand shake, "And you are?"

[[Yesh... you suggested that Aryia go bother Sumnor. Thank you :d]]

Aryia's eyes widened in surprise when the person that answered wasn't Maya. "Oh!" She squeaked. "Hello! My name is Aryia." She reached out to shake Sumnor's hand. "It's nice to know that people are friendly around here." She was anxious to cover up her mistake. "I live down there." She pointed at the room where she was staying in.