You are Camdra Abott, a 19 year old guy studying Physics and maths at college. You are just shorter than average height, with short curly brown hair and blue eyes. Though you do have a well built body and a charming personality (well you believe you do) you have always found it difficult to make friends and therefore are relatively unknown to most of the people who you spend time with. You have often commented that your only two skills are martial arts and physics, and this is absolutely true: you have trained in ancient martial arts for your entire life and therefore know how to, through intense concentration, effect the world around you, a power which has been sometimes been called magic.
You are a very solitary guy, and you prefer to spend most of your time training your martial arts in an unused dojo not far from your home, and as such have only a single friend and no close relationship with any of your family.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
A familiar annoying wakeup call shakes you out of your sleep. A slow turn of your head shows you that there is some glowing thing floating by your bed. Slowly this resolves itself into an alarm clock display showing numbers that suggest that the time is 7:00, wake-up time according to the alarm.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Be* SMACK.
With the alarm clock taken care of, you clamber out of bed and jump in the shower. As the hot water runs over your body, you feel the fog of sleep clear from your head.
Holding out your hand you focus your mind on the water falling towards your hand and whisper to yourself a few words to help your concentration.
"no unda"
With this the water above your palm stops its fall and floats suspended above your hand, the spherical balls reminding you of little crystals. Your mind wanders slightly and the water suddenly begins to fall again. Pleased with your abilities you finish washing and climb out the shower and get dressed.
Moving downstairs you notice that once again both your parents have disappeared off to work, leaving you alone in the house, a situation that you spend most of your time in. Having spent most of your life without the company of any family you feel unconcerned at the absence of anyone and make yourself some breakfast.
Checking the time again shows you the surprising figure of 7:43, and this figure also has the meaning of only 5 minutes before your morning college bus leaves.
"Holy Shit!" You shout and dash around the house getting all your stuff. As you approach the bus stop you are relieved to see that, though the bus is already there, the long line of people getting on will hold it up long enough for you to get to it.
As you run up to the queue you are greeted by a familiar male voice.
"Yo Cam! Sure cutting it fine today aren't ya? I can't wait for the day you miss it entirely, you lazy git."
The voice belongs to your only proper friend, a fellow martial artist by the name of William Halfpelt, a childhood companion and your sparring partner. Together with him you originally discovered your abilities to use this 'magic', though your power is greater (as he has often commented, it's over 9000).
"So how you feeling this morning mate? Decided to drag your arse into college after all?"
With that he playfully punches you on the arm, an action that that starts up one of your mock play-fights. You and he flick punches at each other for a few minutes before moving back to the queue and climbing onto the bus. You wave your pass at the driver before climbing up the stairs to the top deck of the bus.
At this early stage in the morning the bus is virtually empty, and so you take a pair of seats at the back of the bus, and Will sits at the front next to his current girlfriend.
You sit staring out of the window aimlessly, looking out into the cloudy countryside, coloured a dull grey by the lack of sunlight and the cold. Sighing you turn around to put your back against the window and spot a girl sitting opposite you.
She has a great figure, your body instantly realises, and the short miniskirt and tight t-shirt just go to accentuate this fact. Long, silky black hair falls down her back and from looking at her face and legs you can tell she is rather pale-skinned. As you look up her legs you notice with a distinct pleasure that her position of seating has drawn up her already short skirt to nearly expose her arse.
Pulling up your knees to your chest to hide any potential embarrassment you continue to observe the girl. She turns her head toward you so you look away, not wanting to be noticed to be staring.