↳ " see what’s ruling all our lives / see who pulling the strings / i bet you won’t fall on your face / your belly will hold you in place “
♕ — Please welcome Nzuri Diya to Escoria ! Nzuri is also known as Ri and they are the twenty-one year old descendant of Scar attending La Cours De Mervilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #404 the Student strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy !
↳ CLASS SCHEDULE
ACADEMIC READING AND WRITING
REMEDIAL GOODNESS
ALGEBRA
CALCULUS
PROBABILITY AND STATISTICS
↳ CLUBS AND SPORTS
NONE
↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT
as far as brains go i got the lion’s share. ( * utters his father’s own words, almost resentful of the narcissism but unable to deny the truth of it. he’s intelligent in all the ways his father is. calculative, analytical.. sardonic, as his father, in the way he speaks, and no longer able to notice it much or mind it much. something like pride in the air of his stare, even as he only sits, shoulders slightly slumped—a very secret arrogance attributed to a bright mind. and he thinks more; thinks beyond his father’s ability to actually be an affectionate father (the suppression of affection and the awkwardness and sweet capacity of showing it something he inherited)—lazy, hedonistic, self-centered. at times scar has shown to be these, and he thinks he’s not as much but that he is at times. justifies it as the rules of the wild. the survivalist mindset—something passed from the gene pool, as well )
↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART
i’m not as much of a coward as he was. ( * bluntly states, stare blank with honesty. shy and introverted, perhaps, but not a coward ) he liked to pretend he was weak to get people to underestimate him. ( * speaks from the playing of memories, remembering the stories, remembering all the times his father had done it for their good. it’s almost a sneer and he almost laughs. ) get people to fight his battles for him ( * shakes his head, because if fights can be avoided then why bother at all, and if fights can be fought by self then why bother pushing people in your stead at all. and he thinks further, ) i can’t speak like he does. ( * admits to the skipped passing of charisma. for all his father’s manipulativeness, his gift of gab, ri is quiet and more honest in his affairs. and he thinks of his father’s affairs, his relationship with himself, his children, his lionesses, the hyenas and the lesser animals ) and i’m not as harsh.
↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’
( * he walks into school with music in his ears and leather on his shoulders. the lateness not exactly intentional, but not something he sought to prevent either. the halls are already empty, and he is passive of attention until he opens the door to his first class. at the opening of the door, people stare back—as expected for them to do to a latecomer (as expected for them to do to a boy out of uniform. and he stares for a moment. totally fucking forgot the dress code. and suddenly he remembers what the clothes hanging on the back of his closet door were. he looks up to the teacher, already staring back at him too. understanding comes with a closing of the door and a walking to the principal’s office. a first day for the history books )
