Rhexenor Laspas
Professional Duelist
- Messages
- 16
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Bloodwood 11" Manticore Barb Core
- Age
- 25 (08/2013)
Dressed into a sharp, navy blue suit, Rhexenor was just escorted to a waiting room by a staff member of the Frost Academy. He was advised to wait there before he was left alone, the shut office door attesting to the directors unavailability at that moment. He left his briefcase at the foot of the padded chair with carved back that he was offered to sit but he went with a confident stride towards a window.
The academy's grounds were empty, with all the students attending classess. Numerous stand towers with waving flags in the distance, made him wonder how many Quidditch pitches boasted the academy.
Rhexenor wasn't the biggest Quidditch fan and certainly couldn't picture himself started a career in education. The sport wasn't that popular at the country he was coming from but he had to follow orders or his sponsors were going to terminte their contracts and lose the next championship. As a professional duelist and last year's European champion, Rhex was very much dependent on sponshorships, the only maybe similarity with professional Quidditch players. He had found himself involved with some wealthy and much powerful individuals while he saw his career skyrocketing. But their assistance never came free. They had given him a mission that he had no other choice but to accept if he didn't want to find himself again at the bottom.
Even the whole collaboration idea with the Frost Academy, to create a first-time tournament of aerial dueling, was their idea. He was a mere tool but at the same time, the whole mission had also a very personal aspect as well. The people that were backing him up had developed an extensive report of the dueling concept while flying on brooms. Everything was included. Detailes classes' material, safety and protective measures, a fully organized tournament scheme with timeframes and everything. Rhex was going to be a tutor and the moderator of the event. But at the same time he was going to be there to observe and gather information.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the office's door opening and he turned around from the window to face the academy's director for the first time.
The academy's grounds were empty, with all the students attending classess. Numerous stand towers with waving flags in the distance, made him wonder how many Quidditch pitches boasted the academy.
Rhexenor wasn't the biggest Quidditch fan and certainly couldn't picture himself started a career in education. The sport wasn't that popular at the country he was coming from but he had to follow orders or his sponsors were going to terminte their contracts and lose the next championship. As a professional duelist and last year's European champion, Rhex was very much dependent on sponshorships, the only maybe similarity with professional Quidditch players. He had found himself involved with some wealthy and much powerful individuals while he saw his career skyrocketing. But their assistance never came free. They had given him a mission that he had no other choice but to accept if he didn't want to find himself again at the bottom.
Even the whole collaboration idea with the Frost Academy, to create a first-time tournament of aerial dueling, was their idea. He was a mere tool but at the same time, the whole mission had also a very personal aspect as well. The people that were backing him up had developed an extensive report of the dueling concept while flying on brooms. Everything was included. Detailes classes' material, safety and protective measures, a fully organized tournament scheme with timeframes and everything. Rhex was going to be a tutor and the moderator of the event. But at the same time he was going to be there to observe and gather information.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the office's door opening and he turned around from the window to face the academy's director for the first time.