Dean Aric was the one responsible for teaching the New Evil students discipline and deadly traps.

He was currently patrolling the dark green halls of the School for New Evil. At night time he would torture boys in the Doom Room, for breaking the rules, and misbehaving, even the slightest of mistakes were severely punished, and in the morning, he would be a dean and a teacher, but that did not mean that the students were spared from the ever lasting dread of crossing paths with him outside of hours or outside of his lesson.

He would torture his students with hard physical work, making them fight with weapons, 'training' them to become the new evil. When one would even dare complain even in the slightest he would hear them, and in the next couple of minutes, if they were a boy they'd be challenged to a duel, one in which if they loose they shall be sent to the doom room, and if it were a girl, well, let's just say that one devious smirk was enough to do the job and put the fear of death into the poor girl's soul while also toying with the string of her heart, for he was as cruel as he was handsome.

The students had no excuses for their weaknesses. He had been abandoned long ago, once upon a time, and ever since then he has worked harder than any and each of them, leading him to his current position where he received the power he was rightful to. A war was coming, between Good and Evil, new and old, and Aric was beyond determined to be the one to lead the side of evil to victory, after all, what has goodness ever done for him in his life besides being absent? Goodness was a pitiful miserable thing that he sought out to destroy.

His violet eyes were cruel and vicious, his dark midnight hair spiked like razor sharp blades, and much like his mother he was far taller than any of his students. Danger and death were written all over him in the most devious of ways. His rusty knife always at the hip of his belt.

He was the terror of the school, more feared than the School Master himself...