Bernham, Pharaoh Orion.

[Pharaoh Orion Bernham.]

N A M E '

Pharaoh Orion Bernham.

A G E '

Twenty-seven

G E N D E R '

Male

S H I F T I N G '

He shifts into a lizard. Specifically - a Tegu, and is such in the Reptis group.

P E R S O N A '

Pharaoh is very easily entertained. He has the attention span of a fish, and loves to have a good time. I guess you could call him a "bad boy" type guy, but he's not all like that. He's only rude and obnoxious to his friends, people close to him, because they know he's joking and that he'd die for them. He does have a messed up sense of humor though, and has been known to find jokes about killing orphan children hilarious while his friends looked at him like he was a monster. Pharaoh can be a terrible person, but at the same time, he can be the nicest guy you'll meet. I guess it depends on his mood when someone first meets him, and if he's rude to you then, you should probably stick around for a bit because he does get much nicer. He also like to think of himself as intelligent, and in fact made A's and B's all through school, but he was honestly just an average student. Pharaoh also has the biggest ego ever, next to nothing can bring him down. He lives on a high horse and loves it there. He also has terrible anger issues, and has been known to nearly kill people over the stupidest things. By the way; he also has a very dirty mouth. All in all though, he's a really nice guy - totally worth meeting.

S K I N . D E E P '

Pharaoh isn't the tallest man alive, but he's not short ever. He's sort of in the middle. He's skinny, but not a stick as he is very nicely built. He has short dark brown hair that kind of spikes off to the side and dark brown eyes. As a Tegu, he is black and white. A white face, and white and black "stripes" (for lack of a better term) running the length of his body. He has a cream-white underbelly and the same dark brown eyes. Among the stripes running down the length of his body, there are a few white spots mixed in in the black bits of his body.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

The auditorium gave a strange resemblance to an opera house. Rows and rows of folding, red-cushioned seats, each row rising just a little bit higher than the one in front of it. It went up in somewhat of a spiral, with only two rows leading down to the stage, which was about three and a half foot high. Its very dark almost black color contrasted with the goldish brown of the carpet beneath it, and it seemed to be made from polished wood. It was kind of dusty too - being out of use for so long took it's toll on the stage harshly. The curtains were large and red (with a sort of yellow lining) that closed in a way that left the circular front of the stage exposed - about four or five feet or so. At the back of the stage were stands, used for when the chorus performed, and also folded chairs and note stands, for the orchestra. To the left and right of the stage, was blackness. Yes, they were stage exits, but they seemed phenomenally scary black.

It was also very quiet. His footsteps as Pharaoh paced in front of the stage echoed eerily off the walls and faded into silence. It was kind of like a scene from a horror movie, except that Pharaoh knew that nothing bad was going to happen. Or, he was almost positive. It just gave him an eerie feeling, like he was being watched. But then again, the silence seemed only natural for the abandoned auditorium - Maybe he'd schedule a show one day. This was his favorite place to be in the school by far. Even though it was creepy and eerie and... well, scary - it also had a very calming sense about it, a very unique feel of antiquity about it. It also just seemed so badly abused. A smile crossed his lips; maybe he felt bad for it. The poor thing, all alone here with no one who had any interest in it at all.

Maybe he'd be nice to it, unlike the rest of the people around here - even the janitorial staff! Grinning, Pharaoh grabbed a rag and dusting spray from the supply closet nearby and set to work, cleaning first the front edge of the stage - keeping the corners clear, then working his way up on the stage itself, watching as layers and layers of dust were wiped away and replaced with shining black hardwood. It would look beautiful if he could ever finish the whole thing by himself. Pretty soon, he had to replace the rag with a full-on towel, scrubbing away at the poor stage until he couldn't spot any more dust. Once that task was finished, he hopped down from the stage and wiped down the side of it - moving quickly and working almost professionally.

Finally, he was finished. To make sure it looked spiffy though, he swept up the top quickly, threw some polishing stuff on it, and mopped it. All in under ten minutes. All in all, it took him about forty-five minutes to complete the job. "Good job, Pharaoh-boy." he said quietly to himself, patting himself on the back and walking over to one of the chairs in the front row, folding it out, and sitting down and leaning forward, resting his arms on his legs and clasping his hands together, admiring his handiwork. Sadly, probably no one would notice and if they did, it wouldn't be a big deal. Oh well though, Pharaoh was happy with it, and everyone else could suck it.

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