|for Seraph |

    After today he wouldn't have the room to himself anymore.

    Victor wasn't exactly ecstatic that he was getting another roommate. He'd spent so much time and energy getting rid of the last few; he'd hoped that eventually the school would just give up trying to find him a new one. In the past term, he'd had five different roommates. Each one of them had requested a transfer. The Academy had just chalked it up to triskaidekaphobia, but Victor knew it ran deeper than that. He'd very slowly made each of them see the room as more and more frightening, a bit each day, while making sure that they had no ill feelings towards himself whatsoever. Surprisingly, he hadn't been caught, even with the last boy (he'd taken a bit more work. Victor almost felt bad for all the fear and pain he'd inflicted on the poor kid.). But now nearly a month of peaceful solitude was going to be shattered.

    As he wallowed in pity, there was a knock on the door. Victor groaned and pulled himself off of the bed he had been sprawled across. Opening the door, he plastered a smirk onto his face. A short boy with practically white hair stood in front of him. So this was his new roommate. How long would this one last?

    "You must be Eli Mackenzie," Victor drawled as he tapped his manicured fingers on the doorframe. This could be fun.

Eli froze in the doorway, clutching his small black suitcase. The boy in front of him had styled black hair and a buttoned-down shirt. His lips were twisted into a smirk, his body reeking of cologne. Basically, he was an asshole.
"Look, I know I'm super good-looking," the boy said, "but you could at least say hello." Eli flushed, his gaze darting to the floor.
"Sorry. You must be-"
"Simon Victor Thorne."

As Victor stood at the door, the fair-haired boy continued to stare.
"Look, I know I'm super good-looking," said Victor, still smirking, "but you could at least say hello."
The boy blushed as he looked down to the ground. So, either shy or painfully awkward. Maybe both. Victor could work with that.
"Sorry. You must be-"
"Simon Victor Thorne," he said, interrupting. Simon was the name that would have been written down on the roommate assignment, but Victor absolutely hated it. So saying it before the boy had a chance to was the best course of action. "I go by Victor, though. Call me by my first name and I'll slit your throat." A quick grin to distract from the threat, although he wasn't really sure that he was joking.
"Anyways. Come on in, Eli." Victor stepped out of the doorway to let the smaller boy through. "And just to get it out of the way quickly, what's your power?"

Eli focused on his brown leather boots.
"Um, I can fabricate wings at my will, kind of." He felt the boy's eyes on him. Eli pushed a stubborn lock of white out of his face, then looked up at the boy's uninterested face. The boy's chocolate eyes were studying Eli as if he was a bug the boy was considering whether or not to squish.
Eli cleared his throat, his cheeks flaring slightly. "Wh-What's your power?"

"Um, I can fabricate wings at my will, kind of."
Victor cocked his head in interest. It wasn't a particularly usual power, maybe not as powerful as Victor's but interesting nonetheless. "These wings, are they feathered or more skin? Bird-like, bat-like, something else altogether?" If he would have to spend time with this boy it would be advantageous to know his strengths, weaknesses, and just everything he could possibly know.
"Wh-What's your power?"
The boy, Eli, had flushed cheeks and a slightly terrified demeanor that made him seem like he would crack quickly. Victor smiled heartlessly as he began to reply to Eli's question. "I can alter perception. It's kind of complicated to explain, but maybe if I showed you...?" He wanted to ask his roommate's consent to make himself seem as if he would not violate his mind or his trust, even though it was the biggest deception he would cast upon the boy.

"Uh, my wings are more like a bird's than anything. As for your powers, I guess I don't mind you showing me." The boy smirked.
"Perfect." The boy closed his eyes, his brows furrowing. All of a sudden, the boy's appearance rippled like a wave. His hair grew out, paling to a snowy white. He grew shorter and slimmer, and vibrant white wings sprouted from his back. His clothing faded, until all that was left was light skin.
The boy opened his eyes, revealing deep blue irises.
Eli flushed. "Y-you're me. And you're naked!"
"Yep!" Even the voice was nearly identical to Eli's. The boy looked down, and his face lit up. He started chortling. "Dude, nice!"
Eli's face was as red as a cherry. "Okay, I get it, you can change your appearance. Now would you stop before someone walks in on this?"

(Okay, so I'm going to let it slide because I know you're a beginner at roleplay and also because this post is BEAUTIFUL and I would never have thought of it myself but what you're doing is powerplaying. Basically when you control another character's actions without it already being previously written or without a modifier like "he hoped that so and so would do blah" it's not a good thing. I don't care particularly since you know how I characterize and stuff but yeah it would be good to work on it :3)

Victor laughed slightly as he stared down at his own fully covered crotch, happy with the illusion he was showing to Eli. He did not alter his own perception, as he had no idea what Eli looked like unclothed (nor did he particularly care to) and anything he saw would simply come from his own imagination. As he muttered something about Eli's package, he hoped that it wasn't too small or it would get embarrassing for Victor.
"Okay, I get it, you can change your appearance. Now would you stop before someone walks in on this?"
Victor smirked as he dropped the veil. Weakness one: male genitalia, apparently. Victor supposed he could leave some... toys lying around, but that would probably end up tarnishing his own reputation. For now he just needed to get back to exhibiting his power.
"Appearance isn't the only thing I do," announced Victor, his face void of any emotion. As he stared straight into Eli's crystal eyes, Victor began to warp the room behind him. Boards rotted and broke, bloodstains appeared just at the corner of the boy's vision as bugs skittered across the floor. He dialed up Eli's fear, hoping that it would make the room appear even more eerie than just the appearance did, and added a dash of pain for good measure.

Eli staggered back as the room around him became warped.
It's not real, he reminded himself. Still, the blood dripping from the deteriorating walls stained his eyelids as he blinked. The pain that tugged at his head and gut was all too real. Even Victor's appearance changed with the room. Stony horns protruded from his forehead, his skin turning a sickly gray.
It was as if every absurd nightmare from his childhood had been mashed together, and Simon Victor Thorne was the mastermind behind it. A dry creaking filled Eli's ears. From beyond the split walls, he could see distorted bodies oozing gore as maggots ate away at their decaying flesh.
Simon Victor Thorne was definitely someone not to piss off, Eli decided. He had more than his fair share of power, enough to even induce pain.
A spider crawled over Eli's foot.
His voice hitched as he struggled not to squeal like a little girl. "Okay, that's enough."

It took every ounce of Victor's self control to stop when Eli announced that he had had enough in a rather firm tone. Victor could hear the fear on the edge of his voice. It would be so easy to keep pushing, to break him. With every fiber of his twisted mind, Victor wanted to see Eli sob like a baby. But this wasn't about what Victor wanted. He had to gain his trust. Damn it.

With a silent sigh, Victor let the illusion drop. The room became normal once again, the boards straightening and the walls drying, no longer dripping with blood. "Sorry about that," said Victor with a smirk. "I sometimes get... carried away."

"But anyways!" said Victor with a clap. "How about you get settled in? Left side of the room is mine. And yes, I know it's a mess, but you had better not touch a single speck of dust on my side or so help me I will stab you."