Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood 

Orithius écouta le conférencier avec un niveau d'ennui presque palpable. De toute évidence, ils étaient indulgents envers les personnes d'un niveau inférieur, parce qu'il semblait s'agir d'une simple réapparition des années précédentes et de quelques explorations provisoires sur la façon dont ces mesures défensives pourraient être intégrées de manière nouvelle et novatrice, de manière à coïncider et à rester pertinentes dans un contexte moderne en constante évolution. La plupart des idées qu'ils ont fournies étaient impossibles, ou se traduiraient par des formes très inefficaces - soit l'enseignant était un abruti, soit il testait si quelqu'un allait ou non l'appeler pour ses conneries. Orithius espérait que c'était ce dernier, parce que si ce n'était pas alors il allait devoir enregistrer une plainte formelle.
Il soupira et s'assit dans sa chaise, regardant à nouveau la fille - Rosalie -. Elle semblait ne pas prêter beaucoup d'attention. Cependant, compte tenu de ses notes, il a supposé que c'était moins par ennui informé, et surtout à cause du désintérêt. Elle voulait être amie. Des amis informels. Cela n'avait toujours aucun sens pour lui, mais il a essayé de garder l'esprit ouvert. Peut-être qu'il devrait l'inviter à la maison. Est-ce qu'elle pourrait? Il y avait une petite chance qu'elle soit débordée, comme d'autres personnes semblaient l'être. Embrasser le cul de son père et de sa mère quand ils finiront par venir. Puis encore une fois, il a juste l'intention de l'utiliser pour faciliter ses propres besoins sociaux... si elle l'utilisait pour promouvoir ses propres objectifs financiers ou politiques - pourrait-il la juger? Probablement pas.
"M. Wyrmwood, la réponse s'il vous plaît." Orithius regarda le maître de conférences, puis au conseil d'administration, et nota quelques notes sur les théories de Last-Resort pour paralyser vos ennemis lorsque vos stagnes défensifs ont échoué. Cramponner votre ennemi pour vous donner une chance de restructurer votre défense... "Politique de la terre brûlée? Si vos défenses ont été paralysées, utilisez la force pour interrompre la source de l'attaque de l'ennemi - c.-à-d. couper leur connexion à leur élément, paralyser leur capacité à l'utiliser, etc. Bien que cela puisse sembler comme un stratagème purement offensant - puisque nous parlons de derniers-resorts, le temps qui en résultera vous obtiendrez comme votre adversaire essaie de reconstruire leurs mesures offensives, vous aidera à rétablir une défense cohérente ou envisager la retraite. Est-ce suffisant? » Orithius regarda avec un sourcil levé, prenant une autre gorgée de son café. Le conférencier a écrit quelques points avant de continuer. Orithius soupira et continua à écouter un peu plus attentivement.
Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases.