Bephile Hoalus - a male Drow of noble blood

None of those present were so **** as to react with too much haste, but it became clear that certain individuals seemed to be favored more so than other. You could already see small groups circled around specific individuals, everyone careful not to clamor too greatly for their attention, lest they appear weak and wanting in this den of lions, but the desire clear on their voices.

Among them, you could hear one man turning many potential partners down with a kindly sort of tone. "My apologies my dear friend, I would ever so love to room with you, but I already have my eyes set on someone." the man declared, earning a few disappointed responses. Such a popularity must have been nice, but you didn't expect much. Even if you weren't a dreg in your own village, you'd be nothing here.

"My fellow, would you mind partnering with me for this rooming assignment." the same well mannered voice suddenly spoke once more, but directed solely upon you. Turning to look, you were startled by what you saw, the group earlier obscuring your view of the man they had been clamoring for.

He was a tall man with skin as dark as charcoal, yet having something of a silver hue in it. He wore long, flowing robes of a rich, navy blue color that were parted at his torso, creating a sort of V that was narrow at his hips and spread wider, exposing much of his slender, yet toned body. He had long pointed ears with silver piercings dangling along it, which seemed to be separated from the long, silver hair he had pulled into a bun, yet still seemed to cascade down his back by the shine of the jewelry. His face was remarkably handsome, with high cheekbones and perfectly angled features that almost made you call him beautiful, perfectly accented by the shimmery blue eyes, perhaps the only thing on him that seemed truly bright.

Offering a slender hand to you, he said "Pardon me, I didn't introduce myself. I am Bephile Hoalus. You may not have heard of me, but I am nephew to High Councilor Levia of the Council of Spirits. It may seem a bit prude of me to throw names around, but we must sell ourselves to our prospective roommates I'd imagine. You caught my eye at the assembly earlier with that little splash you made, no pun intended. I think we'd benefit greatly from each other. You can learn from the arts my family has been known in for centuries, and if I may be so bold, I might be able to rely on your inevitable power and position to bolster my own in the future." Bephile admitted.

There was something about the way he spoke that was so... endearing. Like each word left his mouth with grace, even as he acknowledged some of the more self-serving aspects of his desire to room with you. In fact, it was refreshing. You had to draw yourself out of the stupor of this invigorating encounter to take hold of his hand, shaking it fervently, yet carefully, as though you may damage this marvel before you.

"O-Of course, the pleasure would be all mine to room with you. And I-I'd be honored to learn anything I can from you about Necromancy, or m-magic in general." you said with a somewhat stupid grin on your face you just couldn't seem to shake off.

"Most excellent, I can see a mutually beneficial partnership sprouting here and now." Bephile said, enveloping your hand with his other one, giving it one last firm shake before turning his attention back to Mortis.

You did the same, smiling all the brighter as you did so. You thought having your wealth of power exposed so early would be bad for you, but it seemed that it was one of the best things you could have hoped for. Things here were already looking up for you it seemed.