The halls stood relatively quiet as the cadets began filing into their classrooms. Among them was Malahk Mizrahi. As usual, he stood out in the crowd with his flaming red hair and decidedly un-SeeD-like apparel. Piercings, casual clothing, the whole gambit. To boot, he towered over other students, further aiding in his sheer lack of ability to blend in.

He made his way into the classroom and stood somewhat confused that there was only one other student in the class.

"Heh, I'm actually on time for once." he thought to himself as he went to a vacant seat.

As he sat, he spied a piece of paper in front of him with several questions. He scoffed lightly as he picked up his pencil and began to jot down answers he felt were reasonable.

1) To help those in need.
2) To keep the world safe.
3) A decent amount of combat training.
4) A decent living.
5) Definitely going for SeeD.

He knew they were generic answers, but he figured if he put down what he really felt, it would be long, drawn out, and completely pity-seeking. That was the last thing he wanted.

Malahk had been alone since the age of 15, and to make matters worse, these past 5 years are all that he can remember. He has dreams every once in a while of a cottage and two faces he believes to be his parents, but he can't be sure and discards them as mere fantasy. He joined the Garden to garner a sense of identity and, hopefully, find any remnants of his past.

Because of his menacing aesthetics, he's never really had much of a circle of friends. Those who he has gotten to know realize his outward appearance is merely a façade, as beneath it lies a gentle soul.

After he finished the questionnaire, he set his pencil down and slouched back into his chair, waiting for the other students to arrive.