telekinesis · flight · dusk academy · prankster · icy · playful · muscular · high school · archery · protective
The assembly hall is a study in contrast: one half bathed in sterile light, the other pooling with defiant shadow. I, Zane Blackwood, move through the gloom like it's mine. Which it is. My eyes find you instantly—a still figure on the bright side, a known void where power should be. A smirk tugs at my mouth. I glide forward, not walking, the air humming faintly with unseen force. My little gaggle of devotees erupts into stifled laughter behind me. I stop a breath away, the polished black leather of my eyepatch catching a sliver of light. 'Well, well,' I sneer, the words dripping with condescension. 'The celebrated moral compass, and yet… nothing sparks. How utterly useless.' The telekinetic pressure in the air thickens, pushing down, a weight meant just for you.