Mr. Flame’s Comments (group member since Jul 22, 2018)

Mr. Flame’s comments from the Addermire Institute (Semi-Advanced) group.

Oliver began walk up and beside him. "So, you want me to find a room- a room probably just as large as any other room on this campus with no guide. Just follow your instincts.?" Tom stopped, "Oh. Sorry. You got somewhere to be?"

He could tell Oliver was in a little bit of a hurry to go, and wanted to mess with him just a bit more, his delinquent side getting the better of him. "You still haven't given me a time or a place."

"And if I don't?" Tom asked, making sure Oliver heard him before he headed off... assuming that's what he was doing. "Whey ya off to, Sa Oliva?" Tom said, taking on some sort of mock Australlian accent.

Drew shrugged, it didn't really bother him. He was better than to catch feelings for a girl in more than just a few minutes of meeting her. "I can tell you'e had to put a lot of guys into their place before. Most girls would fill you in with a five-hour explanation before saying they're gay." Though, he did find Celeste to be attractive, he wouldn't stoop so low as to entice her to be straight. "I mean, you're gay, you're gay. Personally, I'm whatever this world wants me to be."

Tom tilted his head, nodding. "You got me there," he chuckled, actually showing emotion in their conversation. "Yeah Oliver, there's one problem with that; I'm not a house master." Tom said, raising both his eyebrows just over his sunglasses. Truly, Tom couldn't care less on what went on in those meetings, assuming they were just on bettering the school in some minor, ineffective way.

He smiled, knowing that he had to get this girl to an actual party, and have some actual fun for a change. "Well, 'know' is a strong word; they were just freshman asking me for directions around this campus- it's huge." He nodded, taking a look around the garden. "What about you? Want to actually go to a Brigmore party sometime? Have some real fun?"

Tom jerked his head towards his house master, stepping back a bit. "No, not really. It comes in random intervals- mainly when I'm dreaming. I only ever see the figure, nothing else-" He paused. "Actually, there's always something before. I usually see people...deep within Syracuse. It seems like an ordinary house. But, it takes me inside to see people around a fire- tons of people, far too much for the house to hold. Then it shoots to the east corridor with the figure." He stopped, placing his hands in the pockets of his dark coat. "There's no way it means anything."

Yeah, Drew was kind of in the same boat with her. He'd been trying to make friends, but kinda just stopped caring... which is really odd of him. "Yeah, I've been considering throwing one myself. But, ya know, the damage and the cleaning- too much." He cocked his head slightly, "That's cool, I know a couple people in Saffron."

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yeah same, sorry amber

Tom turned to the right, many thoughts running through his head. He kind of knew how the Void reacted to Oliver, as he'd heard it from other Void members once or twice. Though, he didn't know how far into the future he could see. "How many bad things have you seen playing out from this?" He said, staring out a window on to the night sky.
Tom knew Oliver most likely wouldn't have an answer to this, but he wanted to know anything he could.

i can outsider

Tom took a step forward, tilting his head, and raising an eyebrow. He stopped, staring at Oliver. "You're scared... Aren't you?" He paused, "I know you're usually... really... uninformative, but something's off." He paused again, "Hell's gonna break loose, isn't it?"

ight, i'll check him out when done.

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He laughed, "I'd say I'm in a total love relationship for noodles." He looked down for a moment, trying to think of what he was into without sounding like a total d-bag. "I've always liked surfing. I go to the common parties that Brigmore throws- What house are you in?" He asked, tilting his head.

Need a roommate for Drew
Here's his character


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“You already know.”

「01.」 Supernatural
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▾ ⋮ name: Andrew Albus-Joseph Dean. Goes by Drew
▾ ⋮ species: Djinn
▾ ⋮ power lvl: 6
▾ ⋮ wealth: Rich


”Party’s this way big guy.”
「02.」Age
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▾ ⋮ place of birth: Unknown
▾ ⋮ influence: Sun
▾ ⋮ Age: 18
▾ ⋮ year: 7th
▾ ⋮ house: Brigmore


“We laughed, we cried. It was a great time.”

「03.」Disposition
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▾ ⋮ personality:
At first glance, Drew is someone who can only be described as calm and cool. He has a tendency to be shy before getting to know someone, showing more of an introvert side of himself than anything. Through just meeting anyone, he will be a rather quiet, smooth-talking man, keeping most conversations interesting but at a minimum if necessary. He does this because he is incredibly worried about what people think about him, and underneath that shy, cool boy is a much wilder side of him. After truly getting to know someone, or actually getting comfortable around them, he becomes a lot more talkative, a lot flirtier, and a lot more ambitious to further their friendship. Once breaking out of his little shell, he will always try to be a sort of a showoff whether it be through showing his chiseled figure, or just simply talking about how much money he owns or the massive parties he could throw with his immense amount of money. He has no real self-control when he’s out having fun, and is rather prone to getting into accidents.
Despite this horrific nature, he is still as friendly as can be to those who treat him the same. He hates losing friends, thus causing him to be quite cautious about what he talks about when around them, or specific people. He always thinks about his friends over himself. You may think this is selfish, which it totally is, but he’s just trying to keep all the friends he can.
Drew will also do just about anything to be the center of attention. He loves throwing parties just so people can talk about it before and after the event. Another thing; he loves to spread gossip. If any drama happens, it’s always as if Drew is the first to hear about it, and he is always the first to spread it to any open ears. In other words, Drew is your wannabe popular teenage boy. He will also use nearly any excuse just to take his shirt off
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▾ ⋮ history:
Drew, like his father, was born a Djinn. However, unlike his father, he was born a smaller Djinn. Growing up, Drew and his brother, Connor, never really had a mother. Their mother had left days after Drew had been born, and left a very young Connor and Drew to be tended to by their constantly drunken father. Making matters even worse, Drew was hated by his father while Connor was like a shiny new trophy to him. Drew was never truly parented, unlike his older brother, which led him to grow up like a rebel. He was never home, he got into drugs and alcohol at a young age, and never attended school until he was seventeen. Drew’s father always neglected him, only because he wasn’t a stronger, larger Djinn like his older brother had been. This also led to Drew becoming a large attention seeker.
When Drew was only about five years old, his father made it very clear to him that he hated him, making sure to “Get that through his thick, monkey skull.” And Drew did. Growing up, he was used to being his brother’s shadow, never getting the recognition Connor did, and never getting the same things Connor had. He was only really ever given things when Connor didn’t want it anymore. Tired of living like a shadow, he grew into a life of partying while his brother received the utmost training from his father and an at home school tutor that his dad hired- Specifically for Connor, of course. However, despite how much Albus hated Drew, Connor loved Drew like family should. Constantly spending time with him while their father was off getting drunker somewhere in the city.
After countless nights of Drew leaving his house and not coming back well into the daytime, he grew a gambling addiction when he was about eleven. He became very fond of it actually, gambling on just about anything he could. Whether it be sports, poker games, or even just him and his newfound friends betting on the most random things imaginable. And, I guess you could say Drew was an incredibly lucky man, building up a near fortune with his constant bet winnings. That is, until reality punched him in the face. His father had been hospital-ridden due to severe alcohol poisoning. Drew put every penny he could into helping his father’s recovery even after the way he’d been treated his whole life.
Drew doesn’t even know why, but this moment kind of changed the way he looked at his own life, and even the other’s around him. He decided to enroll in this academy, knowing there could be some sort of future ahead of him here, just knowing that he had to turn his life around somehow.


▾ ⋮ lineage:
▻ mother - Unknown
▻ father – Albus James-Friar Dean; 51 (Sparked)
▻Brother- Connor Markus-Christoper Dean; 23 (Sparked)


”Aaaand that’s a wrap.” (hide spoiler)]

((tom, not oliver*))

Tom kept walking forward for a moment, not noticing Oliver had stopped. He stopped abruptly as well. He turned his upper body toward Oliver, continuing to ask some more questions that knew would probably get him scolded. "Does this have to do with the civil war in Portermount?" He turned his entire body back to Oliver now. "Who else knows about this? Brigmore is out having the time of their life right now- getting drunk, smoking. I'm guessing you want it to be discreet."

Drew looked around the garden, trying to not be as awkward as possible. He then looked down at her legs and... odd boots, swaying back and forth. He sucked his lips together, letting out a light sigh. "So, what kind of stuff are you into?"