Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-7262318-20170727013845

Diadros was beginning to physically resemble his father, The Warlord. He was beginning to reach heights that allowed him to dwarf his fellow classmates and allow him to look down on his trainers. The muscles in his body were expanding quickly and becoming more well defined with each passing day of training, and a small row of spikes began to jut out of his chin. And with those muscles came the strength that made his father famous. He was lifting the heaviest objects like they were made of feathers. One day, the trainers had taken him out back to lay some punches into one of the trees, and within the our, the tree had fallen to the ground.

On top of his great strength, his intellect was also growing. Over the years, he became more and more adept in the field of smithing and engineering. The dwemer sleeve that he had been working on for quite a while was coming along quite nicely. Each time he got the necessary materials, he added new improvements to the wearable machine, including attacks with Steam, Fire, Electricity, and he could now summon a shield out of it. It was quite a marvel of technology, and that coupled with his brains and brawn, made him one of the best students in the academy.

His personality, however, was less desirable than his talents. Although Owl had done a good job at curbing his distrust and feelings of superiority, it didn't help that the boy knew all to well the limitless potential that his mind and strength gave him. He wasn't a schoolyard bully by any means, but he always made sure the others were aware that he was the Alpha in this pack of wolves. His demands were always followed, he made sure. And he did not hesitate to put one of his classmates in their place and offer the harshest of criticisms if their performance was poor. No matter how bitter or brooding it was, his voice was always heard.

He associated well with the others, and was quite popular, but Diadros was not too close with many of them. He knew that any of them, like many before, could snap at a moments notice and fall into a life of crime. Though he was fond of Bethany, her bloodlust could easily corrupt. The rage that filled Ylva could send her over the edge. And Vin's wholehearted goodness was just begging for someone to come along and corrupt him. The last one was especially scary, considering the boy had the powers of a god. Invulnerable and unstoppable. If he turned bad, there's no telling the destruction that would arise

And so he made his plans, just in case. The one thing that both Owl and Warlord taught him, it was that you always prepare for every possible contingency. That meant having a plan for everyone in case they went evil. He would not be taken by surprise, like Owl took his predecessor by surprise.

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This morning, Diadros was in the dining hall and chowing down on some food, not really interested in talking to the people around him. Although, if he were to be adressed, he supposed he would indulge the soul who wanted to talk.