Disclaimer: I don't own these people except for Alan and anyone else I create.
Alan Feldman is a native of Winhill who is shy in public but tends to daydream when surrounded by nature. He has short platinum blond hair, green-eyed, and is a little shorter than Zell. In battle, he's not exactly the more physical, but he can control a great deal of magic, more than most SeeD members are supposed to. In times of need, he is the perfect candidate for an outdoors mission.
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Chapter 1 So It Began...
"Are you sure that my boy will be safe here?" An elderly woman looked into the eyes of the young man for an answer.
"Yes, our facilities will make sure that he is taken care of." He straightened some of the papers on his desk, things he had forgotten to do the week before. Papers of varying importance were spread throughout the office, and would probably be thrown out before they were even looked at.
"Good. I'll bring him in the next couple of weeks then, Mr. Leonhart."
"I can give him a dorm room while we're sitting here. What's his name again?"
"Alan Feldman."
He was content with his accommodations, since the room was spacious and had plenty of places for him to put the things he had brought from home. Curiosity soon got the better of him as he turned on the T.V. that was in the room and began to look in the refrigerator in his kitchen. Various notes were posted around the different rooms for the first year students, indicating where things were to be kept and what wasn't allowed at the Garden. The refrigerator itself was barren except for a six-pack of soda, something Alan was unused to. Sipping at one delicately, he leaned against a wall to get a look at the only channel he had, SeeD NewS, or as some of the older trainees called it, brainwashing.
"Good morning. I'm Assistant Headmaster Quistis Trepe, and I'd like to welcome you to Balamb Garden. For the next hour, I'm going to outline several of the things that you'll find in your room. Firstly,"
Alan turned off the T.V., opting to investigate his room more rather than listening to a voice that threatened to put him asleep. The bedroom looked like the bed from the hotel he stayed in Balamb. A note above a dresser pointed with a arrow, indicating that there was something inside. He pulled it out to reveal a navy blue suit and another note underneath:
NOTICE: ALL FIRST-YEARS ARE REQUIRED TO WEAR THEIR UNIFORMS EVERYDAY FOR CLASSES. ANY OTHER TYPE OF CLOTHING MAY BE WORN WHEN YOU DO NOT HAVE CLASSES OR HAVE PERMISSION TO DO SO. VIOLATORS WILL BE PUNISHED. – DISCIP. COMMITTEE.
Pulling his black shirt over his head, Alan carefully put on the several pieces of the outfit. He looked under his bed to find a box protruding from below. Inside he found a pair of boots that were made to fit, reminding him of a fairy tale he heard from his childhood. But he doubted anything like would happen here. Alan used the bathroom mirror to look at his hair, which had be unattended to since the move. Regretfully, he picked up the brush laying nearby and went to work, placing several strands of it in the places that he wanted it. He sighed when he finished, hearing a soft bell ringing in the background, indicating it being the time for all first-years to report to the Quad to sign up for classes.
"Just stay calm, it can't be that bad."
He threw his now empty soda can into the trash and walked through the door, into the main hall of Balamb Garden.
