At Redfountain, the freshman specialists were talking about the upcoming dance that night. Keyan, Lorcan, Rixon, Avion, Styl, and Luka hated the fact that their first week at Redfountain would start off with a dance. The only upside to it was that they would get to meet the new fairies at Alfea.
Keyan more commonly known as Key is a rather mysterious young man, often distancing himself from the world around him. He has always kept himself secluded from others, everyone besides his family that is. Many people mistakenly think that Key is standoffish or unfriendly because of his protective nature. He never really opened up to people unless he knew he could trust them. He ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair as gave some more thought to the dance.
"You know what; I don't care about the dance as much as I hate these uniforms." Rixon spoke as he held up his specialist suit. Rixon has always been known as the flirt of the group. Every girl he saw he flirted with and every time it ended in disaster. His biggest fail so far has been with Teresa Grey. He had a large crush on her but she disliked him with a passion, but he refused to give up.
"Dude, the suits aren't that bad." Avion replied looking at his suit. Avion was the hot head fighter of the group. He thought every problem could be solved effectively with violence, but after a mishap with his now ex-girlfriend Ashlynn, his friends have been trying to help find other means of solving his problems. Avion was a tall fellow with shaggy brown hair and deep amber eyes. He was well built and the strongest of the group, but that only bought on arrogance that the others tried to avoid with him.
Luka paid little attention to what they others were talking about. He had his mind on the nano-converter that was making that he thought could be useful if they were ever stuck in a tight squeeze, as he put it. Luka was the brains of the six. He saw everything in ways of formulas, and equations. He's never one for socializing but when the group needed someone to pilot the ship they could always could on Luka. Luka was tall, blonde-brown hair. He wore glasses when studying or working on a project of his but other than that he went without.
"This dance isn't going to be so bad. You guys just have to be more positive." Styl said to them.
"That's easy for you to say, you are the only one of us who has a girlfriend." Rixon responded. This was true. Styl had been with Lilliana for the past few months and couldn't be happier. Styl hated fighting more than anything in the world and seemed to feel out of place at Redfountain. He was only going there because of his father. His father thought that his son could not be a proper king unless he knew how to fight, and no matter how much Styl begged his father would not listen. He is a tall well but man with light brown hair (in Timmy's hair style) and bright light blue eyes.
"Yeah. You are going to be the only one having any fun." Lorcan spoke. Lorcan is charming, sunny and a perfect gentleman. Smart, suave and easy on the eyes, at first he appears to be the manifestation of every girl's dream. He has perfect taste and is generally well put together and may seem a bit vain or shallow. He's highly receptive and is easily inspired, but comes frustrated and harsh when he hits proverbial 'walls'. He is very passionate about the things he cares about and will launch into diatribes at the slightest provocation. He has a lot of friends and is very affectionate with all of them and often finds it easy to feel close to a lot of people. Lorcan often seeks admiration and acceptance unconsciously and will often go out of his way to make other people accepted and welcomed in return. However, he feels insecure around and threatened by other people who are similar to him and may surpass him in some areas. He finds it difficult to accept imperfection and is fastidiously detail oriented. Lorcan will often rant and rave about the littlest, inconsequential things and sometimes veers wildly off-topic because of this. He is tall and well built with shoulder length red hair and sparkling brown eyes.
The boys all sighed in defeat. The dance was a requirement and anyone who didn't was on stable duty for the rest of the week. The boys grabbed their suits and changed. Though their initial reaction was less than subpar, they grew to accept the uniforms. Avion checked himself out in the mirror. The uniforms showed off each chiseled muscle of his body, making him look buffer than before.
"Dude, quit it." Lorcan said, giving him a light shove. There was a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.
"Boys, may I come in?" Saladin asked. Styl went over and opened the door, closing once Saladin was inside. Just like Faragonda, Saladin had aged but not much. He carried with him a small package which he placed on a table in front of the six boys.
"What do you have their Saladin?" Rixon asked.
"These are new suits. I thought that it was time for a change, so I hope, you like them." The boys opened the box and pulled out the dark blue suits. They were full body suits in dark blue with light blue accents and details. There were two white lines that ran down the right leg but ended at the top of the black boots.
"You suits are equipped with rocket boots, self deployed shields and force fields and wrist top computers. What do you think?" The boys liked them much more than the old suits.
"Now is time for a move on, the dance is about to begin."
