zormandy

A man of an average build, light blue hair and eyes, and also a mark on his cheek that signified who he was to everyone who saw him, was walking in the middle of a great crowd, he was held high, his gleaming armor, exquisitely designed by the best human blacksmiths, gleamed in the sunlight. This man's name was Trace Legacy. He was once the Grand Templar, but due to interference with the Gods, he was turned evil and made a tyrant. The Gods decided what they had made him into would be too dangerous to the native populations of the land. Their question was answered with swift haste, as soon as he was made evil by the Gods, he had made The Templa

Zack walked into his new school. He was as nervous as can be. He had just moved here from his old town in West Virginia. He wasn't used to California at all...it was in the upper ninety's   on his first day in the new school. He had all of his essentials for his first class. Pencils, pens, text books, etc., etc. With some hesitation he started on the route up the hallway, dodging all of the other students that bumped into him and a couple that were looking to stop him from arriving on time. "Where ya going, punk?" one of the bullies had asked him with a grin on his face. "I'm going to my first class. Please, let me be on my way." replied Zack