Description

Hoooooh! Dynamic Yellow Flash Explosion Entrance!

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Normal || I am Shock | Audio Highs ||
Depressed || Work With Dance | Kotaro Nakagawa ||
Emotional || Loneliness | Hibino Norihiko ||
Resonance || Rebirth the Edge (Arranged) | Shade ||
Soul Room || Women Who Ask 'What's More Important Work Or Me' Deserve A German Suplex | Audio Highs ||
Weapon Transformation Sequence ||Fly Away | Teddy Loid||

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☼ Full Name ☼
His full name is Zephaniah Milo Lowsley, though considering the fact that no one has addressed him by it in years, chances are he won’t respond to any form of his name other than Zeph.

☼ Role ☼
Regular Demon Weapon.

☼ Age ☼
16.

☼ Gender ☼
Male.

☼ Sexuality ☼
Heterosexual.

☼ Nationality and Place of Origin ☼
Mixed British and Japanese descent, born and raised in Japan.

☼ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ☼
The spitting image of (dumb) youth and passion, Zeph has a presence that demands attention wherever he goes. He stands just a bit tall at 5’9’’ and has a slim and athletic physique to accompany it; combined with the fact that his limbs are considerably long, this makes his overall appearance be a bit on the lanky side. His hair is red and seems to have been in a quarrel with brushes for a good many years now, as it doesn’t appear to have been combed in a long time, nor has anyone seen him make any attempt to arrange it. With a pointy nose and high cheekbones, his facial features could be generally described as sharp, which very noticeably stands in contrast with his childish expressions and exaggerated mannerisms; in fact, he could seem a very mature individual and even older than he actually is if he just managed to keep his actions in check a bit better. His eyes are large, with dark caramel-colored irises and small, expressive pupils. A few people would describe him as handsome, at least until his nature as a hyperactive pervert reveals itself and any semblance of dignity or appeal goes out the window.

On the other hand, his clothing preference is quite tame in comparison. He usually carries himself around in white, plain shirts and unremarkable blue jeans held in place by a large, brown belt, and doesn’t take with him any accessories like pendants or rings whatsoever. In fact, the one noteworthy component about his attire is not about what he wears, but rather what he doesn’t, as he is always barefoot. This is related to his issue when transforming back from his weapon form, as it saves him time when he needs to quickly go into battle.

While not common, he does change his attire under certain circumstances, generally preferring t-shirts over more formal garments. Even then, he still doesn’t wear any footwear, if only because he has grown more accustomed to walking without them. When forced to do so, he might concede to wearing sandals… might.

☼ Personality ☼
Many times in the past, Zeph has been compared to a somewhat trained dog and in all honesty, the assessment is not very off. He has an inherently friendly attitude towards others and enjoys the company of people at all times, even from those he is not familiar with. It doesn’t take him very long to decide whether or not he enjoys a person’s companionship and, once he has made up his mind he likes someone, he will grow fond of them quite quickly. He dislikes seeing other people in a bad mood or unhappy and tries to be of help when he feels it is needed, which more than once has lead to him pushing other people’s boundaries more than necessary. He also very rarely seems to have an intensely negative opinion of others and can’t hold grudges for very long, though the latter might be attributed to a severe case of selective memory. For those who are able to stand his intrusive and hyperactive tendencies, Zeph is a loyal, caring and deeply appreciative friend.

While not dumb, Zeph doesn’t enjoy thinking about complicated matters, and avoids spending too much time addressing long term problems and issues, preferring to take action towards what he deems more immediate, making him poor at problem solving. Because he is not the kind to stop and think things through, he doesn’t sort out his thoughts between his brain and his mouth, resulting in them blurting out almost at the same time as he comes up with them. Perhaps because of this, he is extremely easy to read, as every single thought he has is pretty much written in capital letters on his forehead; naturally, this also makes him utterly incapable of lying and an incompetent poker player. Truth be told, it’s not like he usually displays much brainpower even on his best days to begin with, as he has a hard time focusing on a single task for long and sometimes even goes out of his way to find distractions.

While there certainly is a certain air of ignorant innocence around him, he can be surprisingly mischievous should he deem the situation worthy of it. He will never resort to outright insincerity (albeit because he has grown aware of his inability to do so), but when he seems to really care about accomplishing something, he will make use of any methods from extortion to bribery and even spying. Furthermore, he never shows any signs of shame – on the contrary, he seems to be quite proud of his more impish side – when confronted about his actions by others, even when regarding escapades of a more perverted nature, which comprises over half of his so called “special missions”. However, he fortunately seems to have a very clear line where he will stop, and will never hurt other people or potentially endanger them to fulfill his goals unless he is certain their involvement is their own choice, ultimately making him harmless.

Despite being an actual weapon, he is not a violent individual by nature, and in fact prefers avoiding physical conflict as much as possible. Even when hunting for evil spirits, he very rarely takes the initiative and is more comfortable with following instructions from others. However, the battlefield is the only place where he will accept orders without complaining, as the rest of the time he prefers indulging in his own interests - generally consisting on playing games or wandering around the town - rather than compromising on other people’s, which is why he rarely trains either by himself or with others. It is possible for other people to become an exception to this if they are capable of asserting themselves, but his disposition is never the best and it is extremely hard to keep him motivated when he has no interest in the activity at hand.

He doesn’t seem to have any long term goals or ambitions; in fact, even though he has been working hard for a few years now to become a Death Weapon, he makes no effort to hide the truth that he has no interest in becoming one and would much rather remain in his current lifestyle in DWMA, with minimal obligations and where no one expects much from him.

☼ Special Talent ☼
It may come as a surprise to many people that, against all expectations, Zeph is actually a very competent Weapon.

☼ Weapons forms ☼
Zeph’s Weapon Form is that of a slim spear roughly 5’0’’ long with a red-colored, flame-shaped blade and an adorning rope tied around its ‘neck’.

It is also known that, at some point during the time he spent with his former Meister, he achieved a variant form with a different set of abilities, though no other Meister has been able to achieve a synchronization with his Soul’s wavelength strong enough to gain access to it again.

☼ Likes ☼
Adventures – Not necessarily in the traditional ‘slice a dragon’s head and save the princess’ sense, but he does enjoy finding himself in different situations and tries to avoid monotony like the plague. Being in places he hasn’t seen before and meeting new people are, to him, small adventures themselves, and even if he has yet to find a gigantic chest of golden coins, he at least always comes back with a story to tell or a new friend to annoy.

Women – Not girls. Women. Tall and curvy. Doesn’t mean his female classmates haven’t all been hit on by him, but if he were to choose (and all things considered he doesn’t have many choices), mature women are his thing.

Energy – Zeph tries to remain positive and energetic when interacting with others, and appreciates it when the attitude is reciprocated. He is the kind of person who needs to feel like he is doing something at all times, even if it isn’t something relevant, so he tends to gravitate towards people he thinks have initiative and drive.

☼ Dislikes ☼
Responsibilities – The sensation of something important resting solely on his shoulders is something Zeph can’t absolutely stand, and he will stop at nothing to avoid the pressure, even presenting himself as an unreliable person – which most of the time he kind of is. Even with minor tasks like keeping a neat household, he tends to be a procrastinator and relies on the “if I ignore it long enough the problem will disappear” approach, despite it rarely yielding any results. This can be a particularly frustrating quality to him, as anything that doesn’t qualify as a leisure activity or a thrill-seeking adventure is a chore in Zeph’s book.

Killjoys –

☼ Talents ☼
Leadership – While the vast majority of times he is more suited for following orders and acting in accordance to someone else’s lead, his ability to mobilize people for a cause he feels passionate about is astounding. Granted, these reasons are hardly ever ideals worth moving the masses for, like extending the time of official missions for the sake of touring on DWMA’s pocket or vandalizing a public property, but this is arguably all the more reason to find his contagious zeal admirable.

Acrobat – It really is a shame that Zeph isn’t much of a fighter by himself, since he certainly has speed and agility to exploit should he find himself in a solo battle. His athleticism has allowed him to avoid dangerous situations in the past, and he has shown to be able to move with surprising agility even when under pressure. Additionally, his equilibrium and reflexes are on par with his fast movements, making him a splendid gymnast. It also makes for cool party tricks.

Ping-Pong Master – He has declared himself the “Undefeatable Crimson God of Ping-Pong”, and so far no one has been able to strip him of said title. Quite commendable considering many have tried, if only to deny him his little ego trip, only to find themselves unable to score a single point.

☼ Flaws ☼
Poor Solo Fighter – In all his time in the DWMA, he has received minimal training in fighting without a Meister and has never shown any interest in learning. While he can perform partial transformations much like most Demon Weapons to defend himself, he can’t utilize his own skills very effectively and in fact often finds that turning his own arm into a spear is not very comfortable for movement to begin with.

Involuntary Exhibitionist – While most Demon Weapons have no problem with transforming themselves back and forth between human and weapon forms without any setbacks, Zeph has a serious issue when returning to his human form: his clothes never materialize back with him. Since this has always been an instinctive and basic aspect of transformation, no one has been able to explain exactly what he is doing wrong and so far he has had to make do with either stripping right before transforming or losing his garments forever. With years, he has learned to not make a big deal of it – even if everyone else does – and considering how comfortable he has grown with exposing his naked body to the rest of the DWMA, it’s practically a talent.

Easily Broken – As energetic and explosive as he may seem from the get-go, Zeph is actually quite easy to demoralize and mentally break for short periods of time. Since he is the kind of person who shoves his problems to the back of his head, being forced to look at things more realistically can severely off-set him, and there are a number of subjects, namely his ex-Meister and his family, that while he won’t prohibit others from bringing up can still be considered taboo and send him into short-lived but intense depressions when mentioned.

Poor Strategist – He is not the idea person in any of his team-ups. He mainly relies on waiting for openings to react to quickly, and is not capable of coming up with any more complex tactics, much less when under pressure.

☼ Fears ☼
Witches – Not like anyone would need a reason to be afraid of these beings. The weakest of them are still miles ahead of your regular Academy attendee, and those are the ones that hide best. Every time he consumes an evil soul, he feels a bit closer to the fated day when he will have to come face to face with a Witch, and every time the feeling of choking on the soul grows a little more.

☼ Secrets ☼
Fear of Witches – Perhaps the only significant secret he keeps from others is his paralyzing fear of Witches.

Ex-Meister – Not really a secret and if anyone were interested, it would be easy to gain information on who Zeph’s former partner was and why they went separate ways, just not from him. His instantaneous depressions from the moment she is mentioned make it impossible for anyone to discuss the matter further with him, and few people have actually taken the time to ask around out of curiosity.

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☼ Other ☼

His Soul Room
He has currently consumed slightly over 70 evil souls, technically making him one of the closest Demon Weapon students to becoming a Death Scythe.
His depressions are not to be taken too seriously.

Personality

Full Name:
Kyle Kai Twain.

Nickname:
Twig- Not really a nickname people refer to him by anymore as it was given to him when he was very little. It basically attributed simply to how skinny and tall he was and someone found funny that the word "twig" had the same first two letters as his last name. Nowadays not many people call him by that as it was made evident as they grew up that it wasn't that creative for a nickname; only those who are close to him and used to call him like that when little still do so.
Ky- More common nickname that is simply the first two letters of his name; some people found it funny because it is pronounced very similar to his middle name as well (some people just call him Kai actually). Since his name isn't that long to begin with, not many call him this either. Then again, he minds it less than Twig.

Age:
17.

Gender:
Male.

Appearance:
Kyle is a young man standing about 5'9'', while he doesn’t have much muscle to show off, it can still be said that he is clearly in very good shape, as he enjoys swimming and does it very regularly so at the very least he is quite obviously and visibly capable of exerting significant physical effort. He has dark brown short hair he doesn't often take care of and is practically always very unkempt; although then again, he tends to cover it with a beanie as long as the weather allows for it, so many times it either doesn't matter or isn't noticeable. When he takes it off, however, his hair is even wilder than before, so this is probably the reason why it is permanently and effectively a mess. His eyes are green and very light, although this is most likely attributed to his condition as a Graced one. He has round facial features but is quite clearly a man almost in his adulthood.
As far as clothing go, Kyle's easygoing attitude shows quite bluntly in his clothing. He is the kind of person who will not give much thought to what he wears each day; to him, trying to find clothes that match is a complete loss of time and there isn't a shirt he owns that he wouldn't wear. Hence, many times he will simply get hold of whatever he finds first and dress himself with it. Many people will wrongly think that his style is that of a skater or maybe even a follower of the rap culture due to the fact that he very often wears a beanie or a hood over his head, but any similarities he may have with those dressing styles (or any, for that matter) can effectively be said to be product of coincidence. Either way, he has been shown to have a preference for wearing T-shirts and shorts (generally knee-high) in summer and the same formula but with longer pants in winter, along with heavy coats. Though as far as colors go, he again doesn't tend to give it any thought at all. Despite not caring at all about the subject of clothes, he dislikes being told by others that he should pay closer attention to it and can be very bothered when others try to tell him what to wear.

Personality:
Pessimistic and cynical, Kyle is the kind of person who firmly believes that if something can go wrong, it will most definitely go wrong. Always anticipating the worst case scenario, he tries to prevent them by taking measures against them before they happen and can sometimes be a little too obsessed with organization for that purpose. While in a way it can be said that that he takes a positive approach to his pessimism since he prepares himself for bad situations, he can cause a very different effect on other people as his constantly pointing out the worst possible outcome isn't always perceived that well. He doesn't like to go to the extremes when voicing his opinion on something and usually will never declare to completely be against or simply dislike something nor fully support or love something else. Precisely because he isn't clear when expressing his thoughts to others he can be very hard to approach as most people have trouble making out what he is saying; this still applies to his few close acquaintances who he mostly befriended a long time ago. He isn't exactly ostracized by people his age in the least, but since he is far from having a friendly predisposition on top of his very hard to approach attitude, his presence is generally disregarded by most people. However, he isn't one to fret over it since, whether it be the reason or the cause, he is a person who has grown quite comfortable with doing things by himself. He likes to think over philosophical things one can't really give a clear answer to and usually enjoys displaying these questions to people he thinks can give an interesting response. This, however, has led to him often over-thinking things and he is definitely not suitable to solve things quickly; in short, he isn't a fast-thinker.
Although he will claim to be fond of reading books, and this is not necessarily a lie, he rarely reads mostly because he is too lazy to actually get started on any books. He has however, managed to finish an interesting choice of them and has some basic culture on it. Unfortunately, his laziness doesn't apply exclusively to reading books and pretty much anything that will take him longer than half an hour is considered an unnecessary hassle to him, reason why he has missed on many things, like learning how to play instruments or other possible hobbies. Although he does regret it from time to time, so far his attempts to overcome his lack of initiative on the long run haven't been that effective. He has, however, developed a very keen hearing for music and enjoys listening to rock bands at any times; in fact, it isn't rare to see him immersed in music with huge headphones on and unaware of his surroundings to the point that drawing his attention can become a bit of a small challenge.
He isn't exactly fond of violence, but nor does he reject it as a mean to resolve a conflict, especially ever since he discovered his Grace, which gives him an edge that makes up for his lack of experience in real combat. While he does have the physical strength to hold his own against most kind of opponents, he feels more comfortable engaging people with an object to defend himself with, and the more it resembles a baseball bat the better. As a side of him that he himself isn't fully aware of, he can be a bit brutal when it comes to violence and is actually better than thinks.

Grace:
Kyle was gifted with two Graces, neither with an official name (that he knows of, at least). The first, and in a way the main one, consists on the ability to add and/or subtract memories from other people, as well as relocating them; in simpler terms, he is able to take away memories from anyone and then put that same memory inside a different person's head. The original owner of the memory will completely forget everything about it without a chance of recovering it in the future (unless the process was repeated again) and the new owner of the memory will subconsciously adapt the rest of his/her knowledge to make sense out of the new information without doubting it. However, while he can receive them, Kyle cannot take away memories from himself; in addition, sometimes it can be very hard to "find" the memory he wants to take away depending on the attachment the other person has towards it, the recollection he/she has of it or how traumatic it was. All memories can eventually be removed, but in the worst case scenario it could take Kyle up to half an hour to complete the process and usually, he doesn't count with that much time to meddle with people's heads; also, that he removes a memory doesn't mean that past traumas will be healed, as the brain will fill in the missing information somehow.
His second Grace is much more straightforward and dangerous; he can cause other people a short and brusque effect of disorientation and unbalance by simply looking at them. The effect is very similar to how one would feel if he was hit strongly in the back of the head with a blunt object, albeit of course not feeling any pain as there is no such physical contact. How much it affects a person can differ from one to another, and it is necessary for Kyle to make eye contact with whoever he wants to use it on for it to work; while it can work through transparent surfaces (glass, water, etc.) it will not work through reflections (mirrors, surface of the water, etc.).

Strengths:
He has grown to be an extremely strong person in the sense that he has developed an independence from other people; he will always convince himself he doesn't need help from others to solve his own problems and is capable of taking any hits in silence. He is very cunning and crafty and is quick to adapt this trait of his to different scenarios; he is able to manipulate conversations towards the directions he wants by bringing up the proper subjects and in a fight will use any object around him in the form of a weapon. Even if there is nothing around he could use as a weapon, he is still very creative and will look for ways to distract his opponent.

Weaknesses:
While he is a strong individual, he expects the same out of the people he befriends and can be harsh on them precisely because he is trying to bring out this quality in them. He is lacking in morals in more than one aspect; this doesn't mean he is an evil person, as this refers more to how he questions the moral value of predetermined things. Also needless to point out, his attitude hasn't earned him many friends nor is it likely to do so any time soon. In terms of fighting, his main weakness is that he lacks experience in actually putting himself in real combat against another person and is hence still likely to underestimate the situation and make very obvious mistakes.

Likes

Sunny weather
Music with fast and powerful rhythms
Beaches
Mystery novels
Swimming
Philosophical discussions
Mocking ignorant people

Dislikes

Storms
Weakness in other people
Loud noises (except music)
Tediousness
Being mocked by others
People who disagree with him
Extreme weathers

Fears:
Cars. This doesn’t mean that he will cower in fear at the mere sight of any vehicle, he will simply find the idea of being in control of one completely terrifying and a recurring nightmare at the peak of his trauma was holding the steering wheel of a car driving at a ridiculously high speed. In addition, he can feel stressed and uneasy to varying degrees by just being inside one depending on the size of the vehicle and its velocity, even if he isn’t even in the front seat. Depending on his mental status, sometimes it’s just impossible to get him inside of a car. Although that is his main phobia, other minor fears can be:

Death
Lacking ability
The future

History:
Kyle was born in Ohio to a small family consisting of him, his mother and his father. His entire family, including uncles, aunts and grandparents from both sides had been living there for many generations, so it was clear to the couple from the get-go that they didn't really need to go anywhere far, as they didn't feel like exploring the country much after Kyle was born. Kyle's father, Terrance Twain, worked as an engineer for a large company while his mother, Margaret Daft, was a writer who had already had a few books published and showed some promise to make something out of it. While the couple was young and full of energy, once they their son, things became quite hectic for them despite their energetic and good predisposition and a sense of tension became obvious in the house as time passed; nonetheless, Kyle still grew with a fairly normal family and had a good childhood. Since the one to go away every day off to work was his father while his mother was the one to stay at home to write her novels and take care of him when necessary, Kyle became slightly more fond of his mother than his father.
The traumatic experience that completely made a turn in Kyle's life and also became the spark for him to discover his gift happened when he was eight years old. During a normal day, his mother picked him up from school in her car and greeted him normally, but she didn't take the route towards their house and instead went off somewhere in the highway. At some point during the trajectory, she fell completely silent and apathetic, refusing too answer the questions of her son, who was beginning to suspect something was wrong with his mother. The next moment, Margaret unfastened her seat-belt and sped up as much as the car allowed, crashing against the side limiters and falling somewhere outside of the road violently. After seeing everything red for a couple of seconds, Kyle passed out, but didn't forget a detail of what had happened. Miraculously, neither one of them died in the suicide attempt, but the kid had understood what had happened better than he would have wished. He remained in a state of shock for many weeks and was even sent to a psychologist by his father, who barely even knew how to handle the situation, although the help this provided for him is questionable. Things went to worse when he once spied on a discussion between his parents and found out the reason why his mother had attempted suicide. Between the screams coming and going between the two adults, he was able to understand that his mother had been stressed by the editorial she published books under for many years and had been recurring to drugs to deal with it for a good portion of those years, an addiction that she clearly had long lost control of. The day she attempted suicide, she had apparently received a call from the editorial and was also extremely intoxicated; however, she also revealed that the reason she had tried to kill herself with Kyle inside of the car was because she couldn't stand the carefree attitude of the child. Finally breaking down in screams, Kyle revealed his position and another discussion ensued; at that point, he wished he could forget everything and ironically, that became his Grace, which he couldn't use for himself. The family remained an empty shell for many weeks and Kyle was sent with his grandparents for a while; eventually, however, Terrance decided to keep them together at all cost and thought that they needed a new start in a new environment, reason why he decided to change jobs and move to Myrtle Beach, SC, a place he had often heard of and had wished to go to for a while. With his wife now completely enclosed into her own world and now refusing to communicate and Kyle now a broken child, Terrance gathered what little hope he could and carried out his plan to move.
With the years, Kyle slowly began to open up once again, but his mother was never able to move away from her pitiful condition of extreme apathy and even now is still just a empty shell and avoids talking except for when it absolutely necessary. She made more attempts to kill herself, but failed to do so, which only made her son lose all possible hope on her. While the family is still together, it has been broken completely, and Kyle believes that both of his parents are weak.

Playlist:
Roadside - Rise Against
Portrays his feelings towards his own family, particularly his mother.

((Can't think of any more right now but will keep adding if I remember any good ones))

Other: He has been meaning to adopt a dog for some time now and chances are he soon will.

“Roasted beef"

So begins...

Kyle Kai Twain's Story

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#2012-02-11 00:41:26, as written by Hingyou

Kyle's morning had been as uneventful as the previous day, but there was an overall sense of uneasiness that had been bugging him ever since he had stepped out of his bed. He thought he had had a dream, but he wouldn't really bet his hand on it and, if he actually had, he definitely didn't remember what it was about. All he knew was that, the moment his consciousness slowly came back to his head and his mind was finally clear, all he could think about was that he didn't want to be in his own shoes that day. He wouldn't be able to explain why, not even in the most abstract of ways, but suddenly, out of nowhere, he just simply didn't want to do anything.

He had somehow convinced himself to stand up and get dressed, that day he had plans, and despite his odd mental state, he felt like he owed it to himself. He had gone down the stairs to the living room in order to have breakfast and had seen his mother there. His father was nowhere to be seen, so he was probably still sleeping; even though it was summer, he still had to work, but today was his day off, so he probably would remain in an amazing state of deep sleep for a long while longer. Kyle's eyesight hadn't met his mother not even for a second; she was simply staring blankly at the table of the living room, even though there was nothing on it; it didn't look like she had gone through the trouble of doing anything that morning beyond standing up either. Her hair wasn't brushed and she still wasn't dressed to go out (then again, she never did). Kyle got some bread and butter along with his cup of coffee and sat on the opposite end the table; none of them greeted each other and silence filled the room as the young man had his breakfast and the woman just continued to stare blankly at the table.

"I'm going out tonight", Kyle commented after a couple of minutes that, to anyone else, would have seemed like an eternity. He received no response from his mother, as was expected. Confirming that this morning wasn't going to have any surprises, Kyle took hold of his huge headphones and isolated himself from the silence of the living room.

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"DuUuuUUUuuUUUde!" an almost obnoxious and excessively long exclamation that made evident the person couldn't resist the eagerness any longer brought Kyle back to the present. Morning had passed some hours ago and he was well on his way to the beach where a huge and unprecedented party was going to take place; he had been invited to an event that apparently would be greater than anything that had been done in Myrtle Beach for years and would definitely be the highlight of the summer: the Lost & Found. This mysterious and promising celebration was extremely exclusive though, only people who had been invited could assist and they could only bring one guest with them, which was probably the reason why it had become the main subject for talking amongst the youth in the entire city. People who were invited suddenly became the center of attention in their group of friends and the envy of everyone around them. Kyle had been one of the lucky ones who had received an invitation and would assist to this incredible spectacle in the beach.

"We are such lucky motherfuckers!" the obnoxious voice continued. The person who Kyle had decided to share his invitation with was one of his closest friends, Aidan, an easily impressionable and hyperactive classmate he had befriended a few years after his family moved into Myrtle Beach; he hadn't become close with him since the last three years though and, truth be told, while he was probably his best friend, their relationship was actually much colder than one would think. They had many subjects in common they could talk about, but when it came to personal matters, neither would share anything with the other; for one of the many examples, while Aidan had noticed some tension in Kyle's house, he couldn't even begin to guess why that was, and his friend wasn't really going to tell him any time soon. They were simply two teenagers who enjoyed each others company. "I still can't believe you out all people were invited to it!"

"That's exactly what I thought when I saw the invitation", Kyle replied with a faint smile. He was actually happy about being invited to the party, as he himself was able to realize he needed to unwind, but, like with practically anything, he wasn't very expressive about it. Besides, he really was kind of suspicious as to why someone like him would be invited to such a big event. Aidan was right to show disbelief; Kyle wasn't really a person who would stand out in any possible way. He didn't go out that often and, in comparison to the vast majority of his friends, he seemed very sedentary in that aspect. The only thing about him that could make him remotely special was that he had participated many times in swimming competitions and had shown very good results for many years in a row. Nonetheless, unlike more popular sports like soccer or football, swimming wasn't exactly a sport that would make anyone stand out and in fact, Kyle was very hard to notice among the many people in his school or anywhere he went to really. There was another thing that he could think of that made him special, but that had nothing to do with a party thrown for teenagers.

"Oh man, I just wanna let you know that I will name my children after you! All of them!" Aidan was quick to change subjects, as would be expected of his nervous attitude, but at least Kyle was already used to it. Aidan hadn't stopped thanking Kyle for taking him as the guest his invitation entitled him to bring ever since they had talked over the phone about it the other day. It had been a fun situation, as the one who had been talking about the Lost & Found for weeks had been Aidan, while Kyle learned of it only a few days before it would take place and still was the one who received the invitation. He would probably remember forever the face of Aidan when he ran from his house to Kyle's just to check that the name and address written on the letter were, without a doubt, correct. He had been wanting to go to the party at 5:00pm, the time that was written in the invitation, and it took all of Kyle's tranquility to convince him that, like he knew and was the case with every single party, nothing would happen until many hours past the announced one. In the end, they had agreed to go there somewhere in between 8:00pm and 9:00pm and it looked like they would be right in the middle estimate.

However, Kyle already knew that, special as this party was, the formula (or routine, if you may) for it was already predetermined as was always the case when he went out with any group of friends (particularly with Aidan, who was awfully predictable). Around two hours after the party reached its climax, Aidan would be throwing up in the ocean amounts of food that would seem physically impossible to fit in a human stomach and it would fall to an also considerably drunk but still standing Kyle to convince his friend of going back home. After an hour of arguing and trying to fight their disorientation, they would finally manage to leave the place and make it to their respective houses. The next morning Kyle would wake up with an uncomfortable hang-over and a feeling that he could've enjoyed the party for longer if he hadn't taken care of his friend. He was already expecting something along those lines, but at the end of the day, he still felt like he could use many drinks and, who knew? He was bad at flirting, but he did meet someone interesting from time to time, and this instance didn't have to be an exception.

"What time is it?!" Aidan asked, and it seemed like his constant jumping was a sign that he was about to explode. The beach was literally just around the corner.

"8:32" Kyle replied while checking his watch. By the time he was lifting his sight again, they were already there.

Lost & Found was right in front of Kyle Twain's eyes.

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#2012-02-11 16:32:12, as written by Hingyou

"They couldn't have given us the cold shoulder any clearer" Kyle commented to Aidan as they walked through the big mass of people dancing on the beach. They had just tried to hit on a group of three girls, and yes, 'tried' was the perfect word to describe what they had done. For a while they were able to keep the conversation going, but after 20 minutes or so of casual chatter, the girls began to show signs of getting bored and it was all downhill from that point on. Eventually they ended up saying they had to meet someone else, somewhere else and left without even bothering to say their goodbyes or waiting for the boys to say anything at all. Aidan was beginning to show signs of annoyance and was burning brain power trying to think of a new strategy, seeing as this was the third time girls would just walk away from them; Kyle, on the other hand, was keeping his usual calm attitude and would simply take a casual drink on the beer in his plastic cup from time to time as if nothing happened. He didn't have much resistance when it came to alcohol, but he compensated it with being a slow drinker. Normally, and this wasn't the exception, he would start by drinking something relatively light, like beer, and move on to stronger drinks (which usually consisted mostly of vodka) when he remembered he had finished the previous one. This was usually how he would most of the times be able to go through the night without covering himself in his own vomit at any point. As always, Aidan was way ahead of him in that aspect and his line of walking was already kind of wavy.

"It's because you are so dull! Besides you look weird!", as per usual, failure could never be attributed to Aidan (at least not according to him); he did have somewhat of a point though. Kyle wasn't very talkative and normally would only speak to give his name and then answer questions, which of course didn't tend to be much of an attractive quality for most girls, especially in this kind of environment. Besides, it was true that his looks weren't really the most inviting; he was wearing a very thin sweatshirt that opened in the middle and the hood was over his head. At least his pants were normal; he was wearing long ones and, in the unlikely scenario that he decided to get in the water at some point, he had a pair of long trunks like the ones surfers wore under them. It wasn't that bad though, normally he would be wearing a beanie hat on his head (then again, he had one in his pocket at that very moment) and there were all kinds of people there, many of which had styles that were far weirder than Kyle's. "Just take that off, dude!", Aidan demanded, and made his way towards his friend, pulling on his hood so that it stopped covering his head and revealed his messy hair. Kyle simply sighed.

"You called that girl 'Alice'...", he replied, his expression half-serious, as he disliked people telling him how he was supposed to dress himself. He didn't bother to place the hood how it was though, as he was well aware that a drunk Aidan would just keep pulling on it and he knew perfectly well which one of them would get tired/annoyed first.

"What's your point?", Aidan asked with an expression that was clearly exaggerated just to make it clear to his friend that what he was saying made absolutely no sense. His lifted shoulders, which were also meant to exaggerate the gesture, only made him look stupider.

"She told you three times her name was Jenna; you said three times her name was beautiful", Kyle didn't even bother to look at Aidan for that one and brushed him off with the tone anyone would use when talking to someone drunk. He took another drink from his beer-filled plastic cup and realized he would soon need a refill. "I don't think girls are drunk enough for you yet". Kyle had been realizing with time that hitting on girls with his friend was very counter-productive, even with his unfriendly attitude and whatnot. However, this time it also had to do with an odd sensation Kyle had been feeling for a long while now and that distracted him at every turn: his temple and fingers were tingling. Even though he was able to forget about it by distracting himself, he would still recall it from time to time and it was kind of uncomfortable.

He was expecting Aidan to reply to him semi-angrily something along the lines of 'Well excuse me, Casanova!', but instead he remained silent. He realized upon actual inspection that the reason Aidan hadn't defended himself against his words was because he seemed to have spotted someone in the crowd and was confirming who it was or something.

"Bro, Aidan, that you?!", a vigorous voice resounded only slightly over the crowd calling Aidan, who replied to it while lifting his hand and recovering his usual wide smile. "Come over here, man!"

Kyle knew who that man was, although he had never really had a conversation with him. He waited for Aidan to say his name out loud and recalled it was Dean, confirming he was who he had suspected. He didn't know much about the guy beyond that he played football, liked to show that he knew everyone and loved the word 'bro'. The two friends made their way towards Dean and his groups of friends, which Kyle noticed were mostly also football players. Dean greeted Aidan with a vigorous, almost violent handshake.

"I didn't know you got invited, bro!", he said with enthusiasm; then again, being loud and everything, practically anything he said seemed to have a lot of energy to it. Aidan explained that he hadn't been invited and that he was just a guest Kyle had taken with him and only then did Dean realize he was there. "Ky-man! You were lucky, ey?!", he said while offering another of his powerful handshakes. Kyle didn't take kindly to the nickname; he didn't mind his friends saying it, but Dean wasn't a friend and the -man termination just made it sound stupider. "How's the tennis going?"

"Swimming." Kyle replied while shaking Dean's hand without reciprocating his loud enthusiasm. Dean remained quiet and with a static smile for a second, and Kyle understood it was a sign he didn't know what he had meant by that. "I swim; haven't played tennis in my life."

"Ah, right, right..." Dean said, showing semi-subtly that he just didn't care. Kyle noticed that Aidan was kicking him with dissimulation to warn him he was being rude with no reason, but was ignored completely. "Ah right, this is John", Dean continued, pointing at another boy who seemed to be the same age as them. "Aidan and Kyle." he said to the man by the name of John, pointing at the two friends as he called their names respectively.

"Hey", Kyle greeted John with a gesture of his head and left it at that, but Aidan approached him and greeted him with a handshake reminiscent to that of Dean's.

Kyle wasn't really one to judge people, nor did he have a good eye to analyze them, but to him it seemed like the man wasn't really used to going out. It was simply a feeling Kyle got from him without much evidence to support it, but then again, it would explain his presence in this group of people. John didn't look like a football player at all and, having in mind how closed this kind of circles tended to be, his guess was that he was your typical person not used to going out nor drinking they would try to get wasted beyond a healthy point just to get a few kicks out of it. He definitely hadn't chosen a good group to hang out with, but Kyle wasn't going to be the one to pull him out of the fire. Stupid as they were, Dean and co. probably wouldn't dare to do anything excessively bad to him and messing with their attempt at having fun was just looking for needless trouble. Besides, John looked like a serious enough person to fend for himself.

The greetings had just ended when the atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse with the arrival of yet another person. It was a girl who looked like the kind you wouldn't want to get in trouble with; her appearance just seemed to be screaming that she had a response for anything anyone could say at her. She seemed to really have something of a conflicting attitude, as it became quite obvious as she addressed Dean that she wasn't there on friendly terms. All of the football players seemed to be paying attention to her arrival too, so it was quite obvious that there was some history there. However, it was a history Kyle was completely unaware of; he barely knew Dean so obviously he wouldn't know anything about his personal life, let alone that of this girl he had called Skip, who he at best could remember to have seen at some point with Dean time ago. Another girl soon appeared before the conversation became more heated, but she soon showed to be both friends with Skip and to also be in bad terms with the quarterback, so she probably would only make things worse. Aidan smiled nervously when the the girl who responded to the name Lexi approached them, and even Kyle had to admit to himself that the idea of dancing with the drunk girl was more appealing than remaining there. However, he found much more interesting the fact that Skip knew his name, as he was quite sure he had never exchanged words again; either Myrtle Beach was smaller than he thought, or maybe she knew Aidan and hence had seen him at some point. Before he realized, Dean had lost patience and was screaming at Skip (he called her Evelyn this time though) to go away, but all he managed was to get insulted by her in return and by the look on his face, he didn't know how to respond.

Kyle couldn't help but let the sound of a poorly contained laugh escape his mouth; the comment had been intended as more hurtful than funny, but the sound of Dean's every neuron screaming in pain in an attempt to think of a comeback to shut Evelyn up with was hilarious. This, however, seemed to be the perfect excuse for the quarterback to stop torturing his own brain and turn to Kyle with a serious and ominous expression drawn all over his face. Noticing trouble coming, Aidan pretended he hadn't been paying attention and didn't know what was going on and, after muttering something about going after the girl called Lexi, he left the circle while stumbling. 'Hooray for friendship', Kyle thought as he watched his friend walk away.

"You think what she said was funny?", Dean asked him with no signs of a smile at all this time. Kyle simply lifted his shoulders indifferently, but there was still a smile printed on his face. The quarterback hadn't walked away from Evelyn a single step, but his head turned from her to Kyle repeatedly, showing he genuinely didn't expect him to be on her side (which he wasn't, as he was barely aware of what was going on).

"It was... alright", Kyle frankly didn't know exactly what to say. Dean's attempt to intimidate him only made him more unwilling to agree with him, but with all the other football players there, he knew that by messing with Dean, he was basically asking for a beating, and he wasn't willing to bet on trying his luck in a fight against that many people. Besides, it was a little too early for the party to turn violent.

Dean didn't seem to take kindly of what he said and his expression grew darker. An uncomfortable silence that could turn into a punch at any second appeared in the group. Dean was already quite drunk, so Kyle had an idea of something he could do to get away from the situation without throwing any punches or calling attention upon himself any further. He didn't support the thought that had crossed his mind very much, it wasn't something he liked to do as he didn't understand it at all, but he could be able to completely throw Dean off balance without touching him and since he was drunk, not only would it be much more effective than usual but he probably wouldn't even be able to get up for a full two minutes. He could then just brush it off as him being extremely drunk. It only worked whenever it wanted, but if he could make it this time, it would be a perfect timing. All he needed was for Dean to meet eyes with him...

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#2012-02-15 00:23:46, as written by Hingyou

It was working. It took a lot of concentration from him, but from time to time, if he got lucky, he would be able to control this unique power he possessed. He was able to hit people with mental shocks that could completely throw them off, and all he needed to do it was look at them in the eyes. He didn't control it well though, and he had more than once made people lose balance and fall without even meaning to, but he had eventually learned to at least predict when he would cause mental shocks to other people against his will and could avoid going around sending people to the ground. He seemed to be in luck this time though; his timing wasn't very precise, but Dean's back and forth sight made it predictable enough for Kyle to get it right. Dean was about to completely fall for it...!

John suddenly appeared in the way of Kyle's eyesight. His timing couldn't be worse, he got in between Kyle and Dean just when the mental shock was going to take place; that would already be quite bad having in mind the situation, but to make matters worse, John's eyes were looking directly at Kyle's when he got in the way. Being already too late to interrupt the hit, the one to receive it in Dean's stead was John. Kyle's expression turned slightly into that of surprise as he confirmed that the effect his eyes had had on his 'savior' were minimal; he barely lost his balance and recovered almost instantly. This was the first time something like that had happened; no one had ever been able to resist it to that extent, hence why Kyle was surprised by what had happened. It probably had something to do with the fact that he didn't have control over it, but even then that didn't make any sense. Only once Dean began to throw punches in John's direction did he come back to reality and he looked, still in surprise, at the man who had been able to withstand what had been a problem of his for a very long time. However, once John directed his eyes at him with an expression that seemed to suggest the current situation was his fault, his surprise was quickly replaced by a feeling of irritation that really went against his usual self.

John had just interrupted Kyle's attempt at avoiding conflict discretely and without the need of risking the well-being of their bones, and he was demanding a solution from him as if the whole scenario had been caused by him; John had entered the conflict on his own accord without being asked to do so and wasn't even needed in the first place. For the first time in his life, Kyle felt like strangling a person and his right eye was twitching as he tried with all his might to hold the urge to do so. His brain began to work in search for a new solution, but he quickly came to the conclusion that there wasn't such a thing. Now that the punches had started, they were going to be hit anyways whether Dean felt on the sand or not, so using his mental shock again didn't make any sense. It was pretty much the two of them against almost an entire football team, people who trained themselves to behave like bulls and gorillas. If John wanted him to come up with a genius idea, the best he could provide was to hold their breath so they lost consciousness and maybe then they wouldn't be beaten to a pulp.

Just when Kyle had accepted that the party (or the entire night, really) had come to an end for them, Evelyn intervened and confronted Dean one more time. The quarterback seemed to have lost what little patience he had and rather than just yelling at her, he violently pushed her to the ground. When she got up, Kyle was sure that pretty much everyone present was aware that he shouldn't have done that; she was evidently angry, but it was hard to describe to what degree. He had become frozen to the sight of her coming up to him and John and, even more surprisingly, even Dean, who had just thrown her to the ground seconds ago, didn't dare to lay a finger on her this time. When she pulled on his arm, he was even caught off balance and the plastic cup he had been holding for a while fell from his hand; only then did Kyle realize that it had been empty for a while. Pulling on John's shirt at the same time, Evelyn took the two of them far away from the group and finally let go of them when Dean was nowhere to be seen. It was an odd sensation: he had just been saved by her, but only when he saw her trembling hand trying to contain her rage as she offered the two boys a cigarette, he felt like the mess had been his fault. He didn't know whether to thank her or apologize.

After calming herself down to some extent and getting some help from John to light her cig, she introduced herself to the two of them. Kyle showed some interest when she mentioned having lived in Vegas. "Huh, that isn't exactly around the corner", he shook his hand while talking in a clear gesture that he passed on the cig. It wasn't like he was the kind of person obsessed with his health, but smoking was something he simply didn't feel comfortable with. Since Evelyn seemed to really feel bad about what had happened, he felt like he should say something. "Nah, you did us a favor giving us an excuse to get outta there. You saved our asses too".

Kyle wasn't really one to talk for John, but as far as his opinion went, he didn't like groups like Dean's, and if he had remained there any longer, it probably would've dragged for a while; hell, if nothing had happened and Aidan hadn't left he would probably still be talking about absolutely nothing remotely interesting or relevant with them.

"Yeah, Kyle Twain", he didn't tend to include his last name when introducing himself, but since Evelyn had done so, it was only normal that he did too. He still didn't know how she knew their names, but truth was he didn't really mind it anymore.

He looked at the sea of dancing people when Evelyn suggested going there with one of them.

"Haha.." Kyle chuckled at the notion of dancing. For starters, he had never been asked to do so before, but it was mostly that he found the sight of himself trying to do so quite hilarious. He had a good ear for music, but he definitely wasn't good at following its rhythm. "I'm not that good of a dancer".

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#2012-02-17 23:29:37, as written by Augustinsect

“Nah, I heard it was some older guy. Like college older,” said Ev, shaking her head, “That’s all I know, sorry.”

John’s head was already whirling with the new bit of information. A college boy? He was sure he didn’t know anyone from college, at least no one from Myrtle Beach. One of David’s friends, maybe? Who was he kidding? His boss didn’t have friends, except for him, maybe. How did this person know him, and where he lives? John wasn’t the type who would just throw around his address as if it were nothing, not under the circumstances that he lived in. What was he doing here? He was sure he could have gotten somewhere with this info, if not for the annoyingly distracting tingling sensation in his temples and fingertips. It began as he approached the party, and only intensified after the incident with Dean. Probably the booze, right? What else could it be?

He was only snapped out of his train of thought when he heard his name being said, and he looked up to see Ev introducing him and Kyle to her friend (Linda, right? Yah, I’ve seen her around school sometimes...), he muttered a quick ‘hello’, trying desperately to keep his eyes on hers and not on her lacy pink bra, which was far too revealing to be normal.

“Mind if I borrow her, boys? I’ll bring her back after a few dances.”

“Um... sure,” John said, unsure of what else to say, but Linda didn’t seem to be expecting an answer, as she already hooped her arm around Ev and dragged her away from the crowd. He watched them disappear into the crowd, and then turned his attention to Kyle.

“Well, that’s that then,” John said, glancing down at the little leather watch on his wrist. It was nearing 11:45. He should have thought ahead to when he would be getting home. He knew Natalie was expecting him to get home midday tomorrow with a painful hangover, but he still felt kind of uncomfortable leaving her home alone at night, although she proven countless times that she could take care of herself.

John glanced at Kyle, nothing coming to his head of what to say. Kyle had seemed pretty pissed off at him after he stood up to Dean, John could tell that much off Kyle’s sober face and twitchy eye. John kind of understood the feeling, getting irritated when somebody fought his fights for him, but what was he supposed to do? Stand there and watch Kyle being dismembered in front of him? It was instinct to do something about it. But what now?

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Kyle Kai Twain

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