First Steps

A puny teen of average height and a mostly unathletic body. His features are soft and gentle, with unassuming brown eyes and a dopey smile. Igor's hair is surprisingly soft for the amount of times it has been bleached and dyed—currently, that is, blue which has began to fade at the roots into turquoise.

Light scars lay on his torso and one, vertical on his forehead, hides behind his bangs. Igor prefers to wear warm clothes, even in the hottest of months, and is usually seen with two layers of knitted sweaters over a linen shirt and heavy pants which go well below ankle-length, covering his boots. He doesn't care much for clothes and often wears garish colour combinations.

His voice is high and mutated, and he speaks in a mostly quick but uneven rhythm. Growing up, Igor hadn't had a lot of experience writing and so his handwriting is haphazard and flawed all-around (he finds it charming). His presence is profusely giddy, as can be seen in the pep in his step and his unserious demeaner outside of competition.

He has been sent by his adoptive father to the prestigious school for adventurers of Kildore. The school building is an old castle and here impressive youths are trained by renowned professors to become the next generation of adventurers and people of notice.

Once every 3 years an entrance exam is held, during this time youths from age 14 to 16 can try out to enrol into the prestigious school, but due to the school's standing some more privileged individuals get in with a recommendation but once inside only your abilities will matter.

Igor arrives in front of the tall castle after a short walk along the cliffs of neverwinter, the morning light shining brightly on this early spring day, he walked with some others applicants, some caught your eye due to their extravagant carriages while others for their wild appearance but you had no doubt that they were all there for the same reason, the entrance exam for the Kildore school.

Igor looks around for anyone particularly interesting in hopes of getting a new buddy, in doing so he notices two carriages inside one there is a young man with golden skin, brown eyes and long straight red hair he looks bored out of his mind and quite unhappy, inside the other you cannot see but you can hear gnomish being spoken To his right two people on horses also catch Igors eyes, a young tiefling girl with golden hair intricately braided riding a large black horse and next to her a middle aged man with straight black hair coming to his shoulder riding a horse just as large but white in colour

He evens out my sweater and impromptu brushes his hair with his fingers before heading over to the red-head, "I have come to sweeten the mood. Name's Igor." The young man looks down from his carriage and swings the door open "Get in, It was about time I had someone to talk to in this blasted trip"

Igor grins and takes the offer gladly "You're a cute one. What's your business?" The young man ignores Igor's statement completely and looks the teen up and down "My Father deems it necessary for me to enrol in this outdated establishment, so here I am. The name is Roger by the way" he says as he holds out a hand for a handshake. "Outdated you say, I find it charming." Igor replies as he shake his hand with unprecedented vigour "Old beauty and all."

"Well, I am guessing you are a commoner so of course you would be exited. But for noble families of the area it is like a tradition to be sent here, even against the persons will" Roger says sighing "But about the beauty I cannot deny" He says smirking while looking out the window passing his eyes over the other applicants "that one on the horse is just my type, too bad her personality is questionable"

Following Roger's eyes Igor scrutinizes the Tiefling on the black horse. she is tall for her age and gender with wide shoulders and a muscular body. Her Ashen Skin and black tipped horns are also quickly noticed. With bright blue eyes and long wavy blond hair always tied in many braids reaching almost to her hips. she is wearing a light blue shirt with black pants and a monkey jacket. She has soft features but even from this distance you can see some light scarring on her face, she is riding naturally while talking lowly with the man beside her, whom she seems annoyed with.

Igor looks back toward Roger and give a contempt hum "Wanna make a bet?" "Whatever you are thinking of doing to her I wouldn't, especially with her dad right next to her. He might not say it be he is overprotective of her, not that she really needs it. But if you want to get your head caved in I have no objection. So , what the bet? " Roger replies with a sneer. "You really make of me a sleazebag?" Igor playfully rolls his eyes and exits the carriage. "Follow me and you'll find the entertainment you've been looking for." "No, you are putting words into my mouth man. She is not a sociable girl and by the look of it she is mad enough as it is. I'll look from the safety of my carriage thank you" Roger says raising his hands "But knock yourself out dude, literally" he continues with a short laugh. Igor winks at him and joyfully strides toward the tiefling girl.