Beating the air with lethal intent, the blades of a chopper slowly allowed it to descend to the dock's main platform device. Brade Lark, owner and CEO of Bradeon Industries pushed his way out of the large sliding door. Hitting the ground with a muffled thud, his white shoes were tied tightly, loops tossing and turning in the wind. They were covered at the heel by pristine white pants, reaching all the way up to his thin waist.

Overtop his chest was a similar white shirt, and a white coat that hid his neck, with sleeves that reached to his fingertips. On his left arm there was a semicircular disk, hanging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Quite possibly the most stand-out part of his appearance was the bright blue hair that nearly matched the midday sky, covering silver eyes with the tips of his bangs. Glancing behind him, he reached out to accept the suitcase that was offered to him, and began walking, admiring the Duel Academy that was to be his new home.

Having already aced the entrance exams [ and the tester oddly dissapearing ] he made his way towards the main part of the island, where he would inevitably meet other students.

"This is going to be fun..." He offered, to no one in particular.