Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-24141785-20170727003425

Talen groaned heavily as he awoke, almost throwing his pillow at Pierre in a desperate attempt to make him stop. He dragged the cover off grudgingly and sat up on his bed; the echoing sound still haunting his early-awoken mind.

The Argonian's appearance had become noticeably different over the last five years. Although his shoulders had widened and more pronounced, alongside his growth in height, he still remained slightly less muscular than the other boys. His face, though once soft, had merely become somewhat angular, and he now grew several horns on the back and side of his face; even having a feather hang on one of them.

His personality, however, had also been altered. Though still playful and kind, those two factors merely seemed to grow with age, as well as his disobedience and hot-headedness. Talen had grown into a role of confidence, and as a result he escaped being a pushover by any stretch of the word.

The Argonian flung on his robes rather quickly, exiting the dorm only after making a gesture of greeting to his fellow trainees. He had been accustomed to starting his 'power practise' early in the morning, as it livened him up for the long day ahead.

His powers had also widened and became more varied, allowing him more options to which he could control. However, he had started growing fond of one type in particular - the conjuring of an ice weapon from the thin air; specifically a spear. Though he didn't have the boosted strength and vitality that pertained to quite a few of the other boys, he had learned to adapt through swiftness and precision.

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Idrlyn was already awake at the time Juliana came in, reading one of the many books her father had given her all those years ago. Though she never needed to read them anymore, it still reminded her of the past, and kept her from forgetting it.

The Bosmer sat up on her bed, having gone through a drastic change in both personality and appearance. Her hair, although only reaching to her neck, was left free and flowing. Her face, although once round, had become slightly more refined; an irony she laughed at, as it seemed to reflect her growing into this new culture. The biggest difference was the facepaint on her forehead and under her eyes, which she used as a means of retaining some link to her origin.

Another aspect of her that changed was her personality. Though she retained the same initial friendliness, she had become much more confident and had started to become more considerate and careful. However, when she was occasionally crossed she would show a much more threatening and harsh side, which she boiled down to as her years around cutthroats. Alongside this, however, was a quick sense of sarcasm; which had seemed to construe in a mocking way.

Lyn took her time getting dressed in her green robe, having been particularly unkeen on practising around others. Due to the growth in her powers, she has tended to train alone and early in the morning. However, after having crossed her own schedule she knew she had to face the consequences, and she eventually left the room after much stalling.

Her powers had become...interesting. Although they had grown at rather a slower place compared to the other trainees, they still retained an effective effect. However, as she became stronger she also started to lose control of her powers more often, accidentally causing more harm at times than she'd like to.