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Ryllen Taite was a quiet boy, always had been, always will be no doubt. He used to be a student at Angello's academy for boys, back in the United Kingdom, however, due to certain circumstances, he's had to move to a completely knew country, school included. Some people said he'd get 'along' well with the boys and girls in America, due to his british accent, but he highly doubted it. He really wasn't good looking, he believed himself to be rather plain, no matter what people told him. He has kinda of short, platinum blonde hair and dark, nearly black, eyes which shocking naturally pale skin, but he is rather self down graded by his height. He is barely touching 5"9 and at 17 year's old, he doubts he will have any time to grow much taller, maybe a few inches if he's lucky.
School really wasn't a problem for Ryllen, he had good, just above average grades and he rarely skipped or was tardy, so unless he was extra clumsy and got told off for breaking something -which sometimes happened- he managed to be rather translucent, which he rather enjoyed.
Standing infront of an entire class like like this, he didn't like, not one bit. This is one of the many reasons he hated being the new kid. You know nothing and no one, it's like being blind for a good chuck of your life. "Em, Hello. I'm Ryllen Taite.." he trailed of. He wasn't very sociable, so he could tell this would end up happening. He turned to look at the -very attractive, he noted- teacher, not really knowing what to do.
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