Degenero Angelus

I support him as well. He's a good writer, a good debater, and a good friend.

Natanis walks in, carrying Degenero's name, if not his mind nor body. Standing at the desk of Wyvern, the Elder of Initiates, he smiles and begins speaking. "Hello, sir, I trust you're having a good day. I've come here on accord of one, Elrond Peredhil, who, after I mentioned I liked to write, asked me to drop in sometime. Seeing as my friend, Degenero Angelus, as you call him, is already a member, I would like to request membership as well, but not under his name, I'd like membership of my own accord, if that's ok with you sir." The 8 year old boy's large, ice blue eyes staring up at the older Elder, he waited patiently for an answer.

Degenero walks in shivering, "Yea, I'm here." He then goes to warm himself by the fire with pen and napkins in hand.