Trey struggles to keep his temper in check and often has outbursts of anger where he loses control of his ability, leading to violent and destructive bursts of rage that often leave him with little to no memory of the incident. These outbursts somet...
Trey was on his way to class, when he bumped into a short individual, her books fell on the floor. "Whoops, my bad. Here, let me help you.." He bends down, helping her, and getting a good look at her face.
The girl gives him an appraising and slightly judgmental look, before allowing him to help with the rest of the books. She then takes two steps away afterward out of his reach, but he can still see her giving him a look over her shoulder once in a while before finally deciding he wasn't a threat or something and returning to the class. He later realized that he doesn't even know her name, not even a clue.
"Well, so much for a thank you.." He mutters, continuing on his way to class. He gets slightly irritated, but ignores it. He finally finds the room, he enters the classroom, looking at individuals in it.
The classroom is mostly the usual people that attend, there was a slight chittering and murmuring going on as they settled down in their desks after the brief break. His own classmates seem to not really care about him, they're just chatting with one another or waiting for class to start. The girl he had bumped into isn't in his class though.
He spots the red-headed boy, so he decides to sit next to him, introducing himself* "Yo, I'm Trey." The red head boy in question seems to have a chill and laid back attitude and look about him; he was chatting away with some other people until he noticed the new guy sitting beside him. He looked over at him, looked him up and down, and gave him a quick look over before giving a small eyebrow raise and shrug. "Sup."
Blyke is a moderately tall, fair-skinned teenager with reddish crimson hair and golden eyes. He is a 3rd year student at Wellston. While in school he wears the normal uniform, mostly without the jacket or the vest. His eyes glow with a yellow hue when he uses his ability, and his speech and thought bubbles are pale-red.
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"So you're the new guy..." He said, crossing his arms over his chest and giving another quick look over with his arms crossed. His eyes have a natural aura of authority and he has a nonchalant, almost apathetic, expression and tone.
"Yup, in the flesh. I just moved here, you're the guy that was sitting next to me and Isen..?" He says, sizing him up. The boy nods and smirks. "Yeah, that's me." His tone is casual and laid back, his eyes and expression, on the other hand, had no sign of any real emotion or enthusiasm about anything. It seems like he wouldn't mind if they stopped talking at any moment, if anything he seemed like he actually wouldn't mind if they didn't talk at all.
"Cool.." That was the last thing that was said, as an awkward silence grew between them. Blyke doesn't appear to make an attempt to keep the conversation going or try to come up with anything else to talk about, it seems like he doesn't really care whether or not they keep chatting. He leans his chair back a little bit, and seems like he is going to fall asleep any moment now.
Trey decides to fall asleep, He finds his dreams being plagued by terrible nightmares which disrupt his sleep. He has nightmares of being bullied and mocked, which leaves him with the feeling of sadness, anger, and frustration as he wakes up. It seems that he is not getting any peace from his nightmares, as they continue to keep popping up. His sleep is continuously interrupted, which leaves him feeling tired and weak each morning, and unable to focus properly in class.
