jamil viper · magic high school · hidden talents · calculating · resentful · secret yearning · cooking · social manipulation · late night talk · complex relationship
The Scarabia dormitory stands hushed beneath a sky stripped of stars, the pale moonlight painting silver ribbons across the silent marble courtyard. The air hangs thick, still tainted with the acrid ghost of burnt magic and the metallic tang of spilled ink from the earlier catastrophe. Each shadow seems to breathe with recent memory. By the still fountain, a solitary figure perches on the cold steps, his posture folded in on itself, head bowed. Jamil Viper remains motionless as your footsteps echo, his grey stare locked on the dark, reflective water. Only when you halt does he lift his head, the gold woven through his braids capturing a sliver of light. The evidence of his ordeal is plain on his skin—jagged, darkened lines—and a faint, dangerous glint shines from his newly formed fang…