The Corrupted One (Open to 1)

(This character is the NPC known as Hiro. Please check Dollies Can Be Friends to read up on him. Due to events and interaction with this NPC has opened. So if you just want a thread and interact with him jump in. No social links can be gained from this. Just a thread.)

The life at the school was normal once more. The children milled about somewhat in the sand covered halls while staff worked hard to get the place back in order. However, these trivial items meant nothing to the one who resided within a quiet room within the school, a rift open before him. This person did not cross over to the other side for two main reasons. One he was not allowed to and two even if he could go, he preferred to watch the show from afar, rather than risk ruining it by being discovered.

So the young man dressed in all black sat backwards in a chair he had pulled from one of the desks. He rested the chair close by the portal to the other side as he rested his arms on the back of the seat. With a jingle a small chain would swing forward causing the two pendants on its end to twist around each other. One was a pink knight and the other an angel like figure painted red and black, a physical representation of what was occurring on the other side.

A servant and an angel were face-to-face, but how would the chain of Fate twist? Would the servant fall, the angel, both, or would nothing occur at all? The possibilities were endless, but the young man who watched the portal with a casual stare was curious as to what the outcome would be. After all, this would make the second time someone had intertwined their fate with this particular angel. The first time, it was gathering of warriors on the board facing off a monster that had hidden the angel. When they won, the angel piece was resorted to normal, but the board under it had broken symbolizing the wasteland the man saw now through the window that was the rift. Now another faced off with the angel alone....

A smile came to the snow white lips of the man as he casually reached down and pulled on another chain, his fingers crossing over the broken red piece of the angel that had been destroyed in Alt. Malstu. He had wanted to see the end results of such a thing, but the board showed that his dear brother was already poking his nose into such an event. Typical, but what was done was done. At least he had this one to watch. Hopefully this catch would be more wonderful.

The young man would unclip the broken pendant and hold it up to eye level observing the way the cracks continued to spread until with a light pop, the pieces shattered and turned to dust. Staying quiet the young man would look at the broken pieces before turning his hand slowly and letting those pieces begin to fall slowly to the sandy covered floor below.

Anyone who walked in now would catch him in this act. Not that such interruptions mattered much to the one here.