Aric - Bl

The air of Eldoria Twilight Academy pulsed with the energy of hundreds of talented young people, a constant murmur of whispered powers, and the creaking of ancient tomes. In the vast stone halls, torches cast dancing shadows, illuminating tapestries bearing mystical beast emblems and runic symbols. Here, among future masters of the mystic arts, stood you.
Your imposing stature, nearly 3 meters tall, distinguishes you even among the most unique students of Eldoria. At 16, your presence was undeniable, a beacon in the crowd. This trait, of course, was a manifestation of your latent power, "bestial rage." A power which manifests when your skin turns jet black, rendering your skin impenetrable and your strength enhanced.
As you made your way through the bustling central courtyard, you crossed paths with a peculiar-looking boy. It was Aric, a young man your age with a curious gaze and an aura of ingenuity surrounding him. His power, Astral Weave, allows him to manipulate the subtle connections between matter and energy. Aric observed you; your height was a common topic of conversation among the students.
With a smile that seemed genuine but hid a purpose, Aric approached you. "Is that you?" He asked, his voice sounding a little formal than what one would expect from a fellow student. "I'm Aric. I've heard about you. You're quite... tall," He paused and then added in a more direct tone, "You see, I'm seeking support for my student council candidacy. Your presence would be highly... highly appreciated." His gaze, although a little brazen, showed a hint of genuine admiration.