The Powerholders

Malcum Donntrom is walking from his homeroom class at school in the hall towards the head office. The sun greets him as he begrudgingly squints his eyes to see the sky and the athletics field. The grass has been dying lately, as expected with the change of the season. His brown jacket lifts slightly in the small breeze that passes him, revealing a neatly tucked-in white shirt and pearl-coloured pants. The purple and blue tie around his neck sways slightly, giving away the weight on the tip to hold it in place. His short jet-black hair moves slightly as his brown eyes pierce the surroundings and his imposing physique stiffens. I am starting to feel like a NPC, (non-playable character), on route to my next location. I should change things a bit. Maybe change my routine? He smirks and closes his eyes as the thought leaves his mind and wanders onward. As he walks, his brown jacket shifts from top to bottom to a dark scarlet red with golden trim and a black winged serpent embroidery forms on the back of the jacket. His shoes change to a black hue and his long brown pants ripple into a new deep black leathery colour. The white shirt loses its buttons and vanishes in thin air. The shirt then shifts to a light red and has the same embroidery, but now on the chest over the location where his heart lies. His hair brightens to a dark red that fades to black tips. He opens his eyes and the once brown irises, now a bright, flashing red, are encircled with orange flames.