Kayru Sazen

Rising from bed there was a certain excitement in the air from it being the first day of the second year of his attendance at the MCA. This year would be different, instead of just classroom lectures and practical applications they were going to be paired into teams to explore dungeons, complete assignments off campus and travel to other countries to explore new territory. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face as he rose from his four poster bed and tossed the covers aside.

The dorm room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the high arched windows, there was a freedom in having their own rooms no longer having to share with other students of the Academy. Headed to his bathroom he ran a hand over his unruly hair, people often accused him of using magic to style it but the truth was the short strands never laid the same way from day to day and he hated how much work it was to tame the damn strands. He had more than once thought about shaving it off but he was a tad too vain to do that.

Instead he picked up a bottle of gel and ran it over the front letting the light pink strands at the top push back some hanging at the sides of his head. The top of his hair grew in a light pink and then faded down to a pale blonde, it was a trait he had inherited from his mother. His golden narrowed eyes were from his father.

Satisfied he'd done what he could with the unruly hair he turned his attention to putting in a dangling phoenix earring in his right ear and did the rest of his mundane routine, brushing his teeth, shaving what facial hair he had and then dawned his clothes. Being a second year they could modify their outfits a bit more freely than the first year students could as long as it wasn't offensive.

Pulling on a pair of black slacks with the school emblem below the pocket and a black long sleeve hooded shirt . Over that a white vest with several pockets with zippers on them to hold his various spell components. Around his neck was a dangling chain with a lock on it. He wore a bracelet that held the key. A plain pair of black dress shoes rounded out the look as he trotted down the tower steps and into the common room for the second year male attendees.

Everyone was filing downstairs for breakfast the same energy humming as he greeted a few of his friends and headed down as a group to the communal dinning area. The school had four year sections to it all divided by gender for their rooms but the classes were held all together despite gender. He sat down for breakfast helping himself to a portion of oatmeal and bacon as well as a steaming cup of black tea. There days were regimented like any academy with meals provided for breakfast, lunch and dinner with classes and activities for all the different years.