This was all too much like being sociable, and Will hates it thank you very much. He was only in attendance because somewhere along the line he'd been threatened with being assigned a novice if he wasn't there to avoid it. He disliked the blatant manipulation, but upon careful consideration he disliked the risk of being assigned responsibility for some random starry eyed fledgling.
Dressed from head to toe in black, it could be mistaken that he was representing the Black Court. Truth was, his outfit simply made it easier for the slender vampire to hide in the shadows. His goal was to attend, be seen by Revar, and then get back to his books.
For other teachers it may be such a rare occurrence to see Will out and about it could be worth giving him a shout. Either to actually talk, or just watch him squirm with discomfort over having to be sociable.
As for the foundlings.
Will totally intended to ignore their entire existence. Except that if he came across someone who looked overwhelmed, or simply lost, he couldn't help himself. He stopped with a sigh and walked over to them.
"Did you get separated from your court? It can get chaotic with all of us together."
Autumn Nox cw: Threads could contain discussions of serial killer stalking, murder, psychological manipulation
[OOC: Please heed the Content Warning. If you are OKAY with these subjects, let me know in the comment header. Otherwise I will assume to avoid anything specific.]
As he didn't have any classes this Season (Winter would be a different story) Will had agreed to do a lecture series for the symposium. Surprisingly he was a good lecturer, having often claimed that it was easier to talk at people then with them.
Despite being anti-social to the extreme and avoiding conversations like the plague, Will had a good speaking voice. He never droned, was always in motion and used his voice to weave a spell with his words. He might be crap at interpersonal relationships, and once out of the lecture hall could barely string two sentences together but behind the lectern he could paint a masterpiece of imagination.
As his topics were about The Hunt. Specifically the various ways to hunt prey ranging from direct; physical stalk and jump, to the more psychologically manipulative. His ability to paint to the imagination might be uncomfortable for some, newer novices. In fact, his symposium was listed as being appropriate for higher level initiates, but hey ... no one was guarding the door.
Library Clean-Up
When he's not at the symposium teaching others how to be manipulative little shits, Will can be found in the library.
Well, technically he's doing his best not to be found, having buried himself in the deepest recesses to help clean up various nooks and crannies. It wasn't easy to find him, but every so often a book caught his attention and he would sit down on the floor at the base of the stacks to read it.
Usually he was happy to go unnoticed, but occasionally he piped up.
"I think that's a cookbook you've got there. It goes in Preservation, not Healing."
[OOC: If you want to assume the role of the vampire he's torturing, please PM to discuss first. If your character is an observer, feel free to jump on in!]
There was a part of Will that wanted nothing more than to live in the basement indulging his inner monster until he could satisfy its hunger. There was also a part of Will that, after years trapped in a dungeon, understood the need to keep that other part tightly leashed.
His personal rule was a strict one. Will did not come down to the basement unless a fellow vampire or teacher asked him to come and use his Dread Blade for an experiment. Usually it was a case of a Blue Court or a Silver Court member wanting to test their mastery of shapeshifting, masking, or healing.
Most observers were focused on the subject of the experiment. But those who looked at Will as more than simply a tool to test a theory, might notice something interesting about this man.
The Will Graham who lived and taught above the basement was a skittish creature. He wore glasses, never made eye contact, spoke in a soft voice (when not teaching) and usually made every effort to keep conversations brief. He hunched his shoulders, made himself as small as possible and gave off physical vibes of 'don't hurt me, leave me alone'.
The Will Graham in the basement, was almost like an entirely different person. He walked tall and proud, his movements effortlessly graceful and full of confidence. His voice was still soft, but he spoke in longer sentences and embellished his words in a way that invited attention. When he stepped forward to make a cut or otherwise wield the Dread Blade, there was no hesitation in his actions. His knifework was swift, killed, and certain. Though he never smiled, he definitely looked pleased with, and almost euphoric about his gruesome work.
Will Graham | Hannibal (NBC) | Teacher | Black - Action or Prose I will match
This was all too much like being sociable, and Will hates it thank you very much. He was only in attendance because somewhere along the line he'd been threatened with being assigned a novice if he wasn't there to avoid it. He disliked the blatant manipulation, but upon careful consideration he disliked the risk of being assigned responsibility for some random starry eyed fledgling.
Dressed from head to toe in black, it could be mistaken that he was representing the Black Court. Truth was, his outfit simply made it easier for the slender vampire to hide in the shadows. His goal was to attend, be seen by Revar, and then get back to his books.
For other teachers it may be such a rare occurrence to see Will out and about it could be worth giving him a shout. Either to actually talk, or just watch him squirm with discomfort over having to be sociable.
As for the foundlings.
Will totally intended to ignore their entire existence. Except that if he came across someone who looked overwhelmed, or simply lost, he couldn't help himself. He stopped with a sigh and walked over to them.
"Did you get separated from your court? It can get chaotic with all of us together."
Autumn Nox cw: Threads could contain discussions of serial killer stalking, murder, psychological manipulation
[OOC: Please heed the Content Warning. If you are OKAY with these subjects, let me know in the comment header. Otherwise I will assume to avoid anything specific.]
As he didn't have any classes this Season (Winter would be a different story) Will had agreed to do a lecture series for the symposium. Surprisingly he was a good lecturer, having often claimed that it was easier to talk at people then with them.
Despite being anti-social to the extreme and avoiding conversations like the plague, Will had a good speaking voice. He never droned, was always in motion and used his voice to weave a spell with his words. He might be crap at interpersonal relationships, and once out of the lecture hall could barely string two sentences together but behind the lectern he could paint a masterpiece of imagination.
As his topics were about The Hunt. Specifically the various ways to hunt prey ranging from direct; physical stalk and jump, to the more psychologically manipulative. His ability to paint to the imagination might be uncomfortable for some, newer novices. In fact, his symposium was listed as being appropriate for higher level initiates, but hey ... no one was guarding the door.
Library Clean-Up
When he's not at the symposium teaching others how to be manipulative little shits, Will can be found in the library.
Well, technically he's doing his best not to be found, having buried himself in the deepest recesses to help clean up various nooks and crannies. It wasn't easy to find him, but every so often a book caught his attention and he would sit down on the floor at the base of the stacks to read it.
Usually he was happy to go unnoticed, but occasionally he piped up.
"I think that's a cookbook you've got there. It goes in Preservation, not Healing."
Unethical Experiments cw: Graphic violence, psychological manipulation
[OOC: If you want to assume the role of the vampire he's torturing, please PM to discuss first. If your character is an observer, feel free to jump on in!]
There was a part of Will that wanted nothing more than to live in the basement indulging his inner monster until he could satisfy its hunger. There was also a part of Will that, after years trapped in a dungeon, understood the need to keep that other part tightly leashed.
His personal rule was a strict one. Will did not come down to the basement unless a fellow vampire or teacher asked him to come and use his Dread Blade for an experiment. Usually it was a case of a Blue Court or a Silver Court member wanting to test their mastery of shapeshifting, masking, or healing.
Most observers were focused on the subject of the experiment. But those who looked at Will as more than simply a tool to test a theory, might notice something interesting about this man.
The Will Graham who lived and taught above the basement was a skittish creature. He wore glasses, never made eye contact, spoke in a soft voice (when not teaching) and usually made every effort to keep conversations brief. He hunched his shoulders, made himself as small as possible and gave off physical vibes of 'don't hurt me, leave me alone'.
The Will Graham in the basement, was almost like an entirely different person. He walked tall and proud, his movements effortlessly graceful and full of confidence. His voice was still soft, but he spoke in longer sentences and embellished his words in a way that invited attention. When he stepped forward to make a cut or otherwise wield the Dread Blade, there was no hesitation in his actions. His knifework was swift, killed, and certain. Though he never smiled, he definitely looked pleased with, and almost euphoric about his gruesome work.