Student 3194-454-7764
It�s all his fault. Though I could easily hazard a guess that this was all part of some deep-rooted desire on my part to do something I never did before. In lieu of my name I am known as student 3194-454-7764. However in certain circles I am known as Blitz, but only to those who I feel are worthy of using that name.
You see I am the seventh son of the seventh son. In some families that would spell doom because it would herald the end of a long line of magicians; for others it would be the beginning of long reign of mystic power. However the only thing this heralded in my family was that there yet one more mage living under this already magic rich roof. Needless to say I could not wait to move out and get to college.
Now despite how that sounded, there is little animosity in me towards my family. The house was always filled with nothing but love and more often the chronic issue high magic highjinks being engaged when our parents where not looking. I believe my angle of angst was part of the inherited rebellious nature of being the youngest manchild of the family, as opposed to any actual slight upon my person growing up. Then again I digress. Yet another nasty habit I have seen to pick up from my roommate. However, from the beginning he has seemed to happily defy all logical forms of description.
It all began two years with my letter of acceptance for Forge U and listing of locations for off campus housing. In order to offset the cost of living you could chose to room with another student. I found this option more than acceptable due to my own upbringing. In fact I found the idea almost enjoyable in the fact that I would only have to deal with one personality within my living space instead of the eight other eclectic persons by which I dealt with as a par for the course of a normal day. So with great anticipation I checked off the little box saying yes and sent off the letter.
Within a couple of weeks after sending it off I received a very fat envelope with the location, a fully furnished apartment lacking only personal beds. The idea of not purchasing large amounts of furniture I found to be plus. The only minus was my assigned roommate, a one Maxis Spellstorm. My heart fell to the floor. I would be rooming with a Spellstorm, direct heir to one of the most well-known and powerful mage lines within the Alliance Cities, if not the world.
Now while my family is well-known, they did not write some of the foundational text books by which most of magic world swears by, the few who do not chided as either jealous fools or ignorant children in the mystic community. So instead of the summer being filled with calming thoughts of going off to college my nights were filled with a sort of wide-eye terror, which could only come from being forced to live with someone who could crush you in the one thing you did well. If I had known what I did now I would have slept far easier.
So the fateful day had come. I had arrived late to the apartment as the traffic into the city was far heavier then I had previously anticipated. As I approached the building I began to wonder if I had made the right choice. It was is beginning to show signs of neglect, the sign had faded and sounds of motorcycles from nearby gangs roared in the distance.
I began to climb the outer staircase when in it occurred to me. Why would a Spellstorm be living here and not on campus, unless he was an outcast. Yes, that was it! He was failure to his family. He was most likely inept at magic, and now coming to college as his last hope for redemption. With those thoughts I climbed the front stairs. By the time the elevators doors had swung open I was full with the false intent that I was by far the better man and better mage.
When I unlocked the door his place in annals of history was already set; he was nothing more than footnote in a high school history book.
I was greeted by a quietly well muscled young man with what looked like a tan of an outdoor laborer. He was holding a chair under one arm with the couch and several odds and ends floating almost like they were being held by several strong invisible hands. When he noticed I was there, he flashed me a stunning smile of someone who had to spend too much time in front of mirror. The chair sat down with a slight thunk as couch and other things sat down without a sound.
The Narcissistic Jerk.