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Dale Gutter

"What are you looking at?"

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a character in “BlossomCrest Private Academy”, as played by Wake

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Dale Gutter


❝Don't try to pretend the world is full of sunshine and roses. Sometimes the world really is out smack you down. The best you can do in these situtations is grit your teeth, take your beatings, then get the hell of out dodge the first chance you get. That's how I survived this long...❞




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General Info


| Nickname(s) |:

| Gender |: Male

| Age |: 18

| Grade |: 10th (Having to repeat due to time spent out of school)

| Club |: Gardening

| Spot/Role | Male 3

| Appearance |: Dale has a tattoo of twisting winged snakes starting at his palm that twist its way up onto his right cheek. He also has a few marks on his back that look like healed stab wounds. Dale does like to talk to have to explain these or draw attetnion to them so he keeps his back and arm covered with fingerless gloves and long sleeve shirts. He doesn't give much care to his looks beyond that, equating to a lake of grooming that others have said gives him a scruffy punk look about him.



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Mentality


| Likes |
*Spicy food
*Loud music
*Cats
*Yogurt

| Dislikes |
*Being interrupted
*Nosy people
*Being yelled at
*Arguements

| Personality |: Dale is a bit rough around the edges. Past experiences have taught him toe expect the worst in most situations. Not really having many friendships that haven't ended badly, he's come to try and keep people at a distance and usually be a bit defensive and standoffish as as sort of survival mechanism. Since he was enrolled into The academy he's tried to tone it down and lower his barriers, but old habits die hard.

That being said, when he finally does establish a connection with someone Dale can quickly become a bit over protective towards his friends. Having lost people in the past he can understandably be a bit paranoid when it comes to someone else's safety. If anybody even thinks about antagonizing someone he's formed a bond with Dale will not think twice about starting a fight.



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Abilities and Origins


| History|: A long time ago Dale was just an ordinary kid. Just the son of an archeologist with no powers, no supernatural worries, and no problems with his life. It wasn't until he was fifteen that things took a bad turn for him. One summer his father took him out on a dig and due to a certain event during which his right arm was made the vessel of a spirit of an ancient warlock named Crom.

Crom, as Dale would later learn, was a powerful necromancer in his time who had been sealed away for breaking some taboo in the past. Unfortunately becoming Crom's host had some very nasty repercussions, namely Dale seeming to turn into a magnet for the supernatural. Spirits, demons, and other creatures started popping up around him, and Dale found his life becoming increasingly violent. All this quickly came to a head when Dale's own father was murdered some time shortly after initial exposure to the mystical world.

For the next three years Dale would find himself on the run, fleeing from one place to the next to keep ahead of whatever trouble he had gotten himself into recently. It wouldn't be until he ran into one of the teachers from Blossom Crest Academy in a chance meeting that his life would make a change. Being offer a place of safety and sanctuary while he learned how to properly control Crom's powers, Dale signed out the enrollment forum without a second thought

|Powers|: Dale has learned a bit of summoning magic from Crom. He's become proficient enough to figured out how to 'reverse engineer' a summoning spell in order to summon himself to another location as a sort of makeshift teleport. Crom supposedly has a wider range of abilities, but Dale can't access them unless he lets Crom take over, which is only something he does in a life or death situation.

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So begins...

Dale Gutter's Story

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Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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"Do I Really have to get a roommate?" Asked the young man as he walked down the hall. He was rubbing his arm as he walked, feeling a little anxious if he was honest. The snake tattoo's that wound and crawled there way up said arm got him a few looks but he was used to that. What he wasn't used too, however, was being back in a school environment. Or any sort of public or social environment really.

It had been over three years since he last had anything resembling a normal life. During that time Dale had been too occupied running from place to place and generally just trying to stay alive to be bothered to care about things like school. It wasn't until a few months ago when Miss Akiyama had found him and pulled him outta the ditch in the latest hellhole Dale had gotten himself stuck in that things finally started to turn around. And while he had practically jumped at the offer she presented for a safe place to live and get his life back under control, when if finally came for the school year to start trepidation started to set in.

"You know I'm still not good with people." Which led to Dale's current conversation with the teacher herself, and his attempts to talk his way out of sharing a room with someone. He was honestly trying to reach back out to people, but try as he might Dale still wasn't exactly the civil type.

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Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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6:00 AM



Momoko Akiyama wasn't really the person to be waking up at six o'clock in the morning. She has become used to being able to wake up at her own time...whenever she wanted to. However, now, with a loud song buzzing in her ears from her alarm clock, she knew that was no more. She quickly arose from bed, her bed sheets all tangled around her legs and body. Her hair, well, a rats nest. It was sticking up all over the place and her bangs were in her eyes. She groaned then stretched her arms out while giving out a yawn. Sure, she loved her job. She was actually excited to go teaching. She loved kids and she loved to help people...so this was the perfect job for her.

Momo stood up on her bed, untangling the sheets from her legs as she stood. She stretched her whole body, feeling the crack noise from her back. She pushed her bangs out of her face before jumping down onto the ground. She ran over to the light switch by her down and flicked it up before the small light hanging from her ceiling came on. She walked out to the washroom that was right beside her bedroom, and took a quick shower. Making sure to wash her hair with shampoo two times before putting in the conditioner...just so her hair wouldn't become all greasy the next day. Once she was done, she jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She opened a chore under the sink and took out a pink brush. She quickly brushed her hair, trying to get rid of all the tangles and knots before she blow-dried it. Once she was done that, she took out the small blow-dryer and began blow-drying her hair dry so it wouldn't be wet once she left. She continued brushing her hair while she did so. After about ten minutes, she was all done with her hair. Next step.

She went back into her bedroom and looked through her closet. She had to pick something...appealing. She skimmed through her selection of tops before picking out a white blouse. The blouse had black trim around the neckline as for the bottom of the sleeves. The black trim from the neckline led down in the middle to the bottom of the shirt, which had little white buttons leading down. Next, she found a plain black pencil skirt that went down to her knees from her waist. It matched, and Momo gave it her approval. She quickly changed into that outfit. After she was done buttoning up the blouse and zipping up the skirt, she went back into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She didn't really like to wear too much makeup since it irritates her through-out the day, but she likes a little.

She quickly did her hair up into a high bun, making sure to include her bangs in there. She hair-sprayed it so it would stay in place through the day before turning to her makeup. She applied a little mascara and a touch of red lipstick. After that, she put on some of that expensive perfume she gotten from Christmas. It smelt pretty good, in her opinion. After that, she went out to the front door.

By now it was 7:30 AM. Yes, it had taken her that long to get ready. She usually didn't take so long, but it was the first day back to school so why not? The next problem was looking through her shoes and finding the right pair that matched with her outfit. That would probably take another ten minutes max.

Finally. After she had skimmed through her shoe options, she found a pair that was both black and white and that matched with her outfit. It was a pair of one-inch high heels, that only now made her a short 5'3" from her normal height. She quickly put on her shoes and grabbed her navy green purse before walking out the front door. She locked the door behind her before heading over to her car.

Today was going to be a good day.



9:30 AM




Momo sighed as she sat back in her chair at her desk. She had retrieved a list of students and their dorm numbers just in case that had gotten lost and needed a little help. She had already looked through the students that would be joining her class for the rest of the year...and had no real issues about them. There she sat, alone in this big classroom, at the front of the empty desks. She turned her head to look out the window. Geez, it was so beautiful out there. Those kids better be feeling lucky that they get to go to a school like this. Just the front of the school could make anyone gasp in disbelieve. It sure was an exquisite sight.

As soon as she was done putting her paper work away and keeping it in order, she folded the list of students and their dorm numbers and held it in her hand before she stood up, turned off the lights, and walked out of the classroom. Students were already pouring in from outside with their suitcases and things. She smiled at each one of them that past her, bowing politely with a friendly "good morning". Some addressed back to her, while others just kept on walking.

That's when the young man, Dale Gutter, came up to her. She smiled at him. She knew him from previous events. He didn't know what to do or where to go, so Momo offered him a place to stay. A dorm. Like every other student. He'd be having to share a dorm with someone, but it was better then nothing. They struck up a small chit-chat before he said something along the lines of "You know I'm still not good with people." where as she just smiled and said, "Follow me."

She had led him down to where the dorms were, unfolding the list in her hand as she did so. "Hmm...Mr. Gutter...." she mumbled as she skimmed the list of names with her finger, before it landed on his name. "Aha! There you are. Your dorm is right over here--" She said as she took a sharp turn and went down another hallway, almost missing it.

"Do I really have to get a roommate?" Dale said. Momo could here the anxiety in his voice before she looked up at him while she continued walking. "Yes, sir. It'll be alright. You'll make friends. There is a lot of kind people here. I'm sure you'll be fine." Momo said, trying to comfort him to her best efforts. It was, in fact, hard to share a room with someone you barely know. She had to experience it too when she was younger. However, it really wasn't hard to make friends. She just had to try a little.

"Here it is!" She said as she stopped in front of the dorms door, "You can just put your belongings up against the door, as I see everyone else is doing." She said as she looked around and saw other bags and suitcases placed up against doors. She knows no one here would ever steal anything. At least, she hoped so. She looked up at a nearby clock that was placed up on a wall. 9:55 AM. "Oh my gosh! Look at the time! The orientation will begin in five minutes! Let's get a move on. Come with me." She said as she began walking back down the hallway and to where the orientation was being held. The click of her heels made echoes down the hallway as she walked rather quickly, hoping Dale could catch up to her pace.

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Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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Hiro Takiyama


Hiro ducked his head as he passed a small group of students gathering near the front of the school. They seemed to be getting along well, so he didn't want to be the old stickler that ruins the flow to everything. Even in passing, his eyes flicked around the small group of students, trying to take in any information he could. There were a few girls, a few taller boys, and... A child? At least, the boy looked like a child. Maybe he was the brother of one of the other students, Hiro tried to reason for such a young child at a high school, though the kid really had no resemblance to any other in the group. Deciding to leave it be, Hiro adjusted his mask and hunched his shoulders up like he was trying to defend himself against a nonexistent chill, continuing his way.

Shoving open the doors to the auditorium, it was exactly what he had expected. Loud, deafening even, with the hollers and laughter of students, both new and old. Hiro had never liked loud places, they disrupted his already jumbled thoughts, and he preferred to skirt away from such places. But today was a day that he couldn't just skip out, he reminded himself with some annoyance. Or, at the very least, he couldn't be caught skipping out on it.

Starting to back away from the door, unsure if he could really deal with being inside for the orientation, he glanced over his shoulder, back into the hall at the sound of resounding heels. Miss Akiyama, as well put together as ever, clicked her way across the shined surface of the corridor, and anxious-looking student in tow. She always made Hiro feel a bit self conscious, his constant sickness making him always look like death itself when he came to work. Well, maybe Mr. Norling beat him out of that one, being a ghost and all, but you get the picture.

"Ah, good morn-" Hiro's eyes flicked to the student and back as he became distracted, before he screwed up his face in concentration, trying to remember what he had been saying, "Oh! Morning! Good morning." He amended as they approached, bowing his head in more of a fidget than with grace for a greeting, and moving back to hold the door open for the both of them. He took this opportunity as an excuse to take a moment longer to decide if he truly wished to enter or not. Even teachers got nervous on the first day, right?

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Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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"Yes, sir. It'll be alright. You'll make friends. There is a lot of kind people here. I'm sure you'll be fine." Despite the cheery air she had on her, Dale couldn't help but slump a little at that. This was one of the reasons why he found being around Miss Akiyama awkward. Dale was a cynic. He followed the philosophy of 'expect the worst' to the letter. If he saw clouds in the sky, it was going to rain. If his throat felt sore, he must have caught pneumonia. And if someone looked at him funny, they were gonna mug him. The idea of trying to anticipate something going more wrong than it actually is was just another little survival mechanism that he had picked up over the years. Which, naturally, meant that he ended up at a bit of a loss when dealing with someone as genuinely nice and optimistic as her. Never the less he hurried after her as she led him too his dorm room.

"You can just put your belongings up against the door, as I see everyone else is doing." She stated. Dale gave said door, and the other bags in the hall, a pointedly skeptical look. Yeah... he wasn't going to doubt for a second that someone was going to try to nick off with anything left out in the open. Might was well put up a sign that said 'Free stuff' while he was at it. Setting his bag down next the door way and kneeling beside it, Dale held out his tattooed hand open above it.

Reaching into himself, brushing pass a familiar presence, he pulled out a little bit of his own essence and cast it off into the astral plane to act as a lure. With a few short seconds of pulsing the energy, he managed to catch hold of something and pull it forward. A tiny little glowing ball, no wider than a dime. The spirit, called a will-o-wisp, was then silently instructed to guard his bag and not let anyone else touch it. While Dale honestly didn't own that much of value in it, he'd rather prefer to keep to old habits and not let what was effectively the majority of his worldly belongs get carried off.

Momoko seemed too distracted with checking the time to notice what he was doing, and was already moving off toward the auditorium by the time he finished. Dale, a bit panicked when he saw she had already started moving, actually had to jog a bit to catch up with her. He still didn't know his way around this place. When he did catch up, he unconsciously flinched back and fell back behind her when another teacher came into view. He kicked himself mentally for that. He was really going to have to get out of his habit of amusing someone had it out for him at first sight.

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Character Portrait: Anaru Furukawa Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Miiko Fukuta Character Portrait: Sakura Watanabe Character Portrait: Kazuki Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama Character Portrait: Sora Kiyotaka Character Portrait: Axel Lerate Character Portrait: Bo Norling Character Portrait: Basara Tsukino Character Portrait: Yuji Yakano

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Anaru nodded as the boy asked if she was sure. "I wouldn't of offered it if I wasn't serious." She said in reply to the boy's unsure reactions. As she was waiting for the boy to take her map, she felt someone staring at her. She glanced over to her left to find a boy with white hair and red eyes looking her way. Anaru saw how he was studying her hair, and then she made eye contact with him for a few seconds as he made his way up to her eyes. She quickly darted her eyes in front of her and straightened her posture, finding this a little uncomfortable. After the boy finally took the map from her hands, she nodded. "You're quite welcome."

After watching the small group and the boy with her map leave, she frowned slightly. Honestly, she's only spoken a few sentences to them all, but she felt like she actually had a chance to bond with the group. Anaru watched them walk inside, and then slowly made her way towards the entrance, keeping her head down as she got lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard a voice beside her.
"That was nice of you, offering the tall one a map and all...especially when you just transferred yourself."
Anaru's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a masculine voice, causing her eyes to dart to her left. She found herself staring at the same exact boy who was staring at her a few moments ago. He spoke while messing with his hair, as if he were becoming shy. She blinked and then turned to see if he could possibly be talking to someone else. You'd be surprised by how many times she had made that mistake. After seeing they're both practically at the end of the crowd, she turned back and cleared her throat. "... Thank you, I suppose... although, I wouldn't say it was just a random act of kindness... I truly just didn't find a need for it anymore."

After the boy stated that she should move quickly to find a seat or she'll end up standing, she smirked slightly in reply. She found it quite humorous, since it certainly wasn't a problem for her kind. Nevertheless, she nodded. "I can assure you that I'll be just fine." She said as she made her way towards the Auditorium, still standing by the boy's side.


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Mr. Sakagami


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"Ah yes, another year full of new students... how delightful it is to see them running free, isn't it Sherman?" Mr. Sakagami said as he spoke to his pet bird. He was currently behind the curtains, feeding his Border Canary his daily meal. "I suppose I should get a move on, don't want to keep my children waiting, now do I?" He said as he fixed his tie to make himself appear more presentable. Mr. Sakagami honestly didn't expect his bird to reply to him or anything like that, it was only a matter of a Master and pet bond. He picked up his bird's cage and placed it in the stage's wings.

"Alright... let's make a good impression..." He mumbled to himself as the curtains opened, reveling only himself, a microphone, and it's stand. He smiled as he heard his students clap in his presence. Mr. Sakagami approached the microphone and tapped on it, making sure it was on. After doing so, he looked up at the audience full of children with special powers and took in a deep breath.

"Welcome everyone to BlossomCrest Private Academy!" He started off as he spread his arms out. "As some of you know already, I am the founder of this here school, and you should know that I made this school not only for you children to roam freely for your stay, but for you to know that's it's fine to be a 'freak' as the humans may call it. Look around! Some of you must be surprised to see so many students with amazing abilities, hm? All that I hope is that you'll take advantage of this chance to be around other special children like yourselves."

"However... now we need to cover all the boring things." He said with a sigh. Those who had been able to spend time with Mr. Sakagami know that he's just as full of a child's spirit as the students themselves. "The rules of this school is strict and there is no reason whatsoever you should break them. One of these rules would be no bullying. If you are seen picking on another student, then you shall be restricted by certain rights, or expelled from the school. Another one of our rules is no drugs, alcohol, or any of those harmful chemicals will step foot in my school. Indeed, some of you are at a legal age, but as long as you're here, there will be none of that in this school. Following that, is your time restrictions. Students may not roam the halls of the school past 12:00 AM. If you are caught, same consequences apply. However, there are acceptations if you're a werewolf. But there were only 3 werewolves who were registered in this school year, don't you dare try making up an excuse like that when you're not such a creature."

"Moving on to your dress code and class rules. As you may have noticed, you haven't received your uniforms yet. Never fear, they're all cleaned and folded on the top of your beds. At the end of orientation when you receive your room keys and get settled in your dorms, you will now have to wear your uniform at all school hours. I know they may not be the most stylish of outfits, however, it is required during first period, second, third, lunch, electives, and so on. The only time you may dress freely is either on special occasions or in your own dorms. As for your class' rules, your teachers will gladly lecture you on that." He said as he winked in the direction of the teacher's against the wall.

"And now my dear children, I'll have to leave you with that. Most of you should have the common sense to know what to do and not in a school, especially in one that's such a important part of your lives. Although, before I let you go, please know that I am free to talk to any of my students. I love making bonds with each and everyone one of you, seeing how talented and individual you all is one of my favorite advantages of this job. Just stop by my office or catch me in the hallways if you need anything." With that, he took took a bow and turned to leave the stage.

Suddenly, the intercom came on.

"All students are required to receive their dorm keys and get settled in. Your keys will be waiting for you at the table provided at the front of the Auditorium. Early tomorrow will be when you start your classes. Your schedule is located inside your uniform's pocket. In the mean time, get familiar with the school and have a great day!"

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Character Portrait: Anaru Furukawa Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Miiko Fukuta Character Portrait: Sakura Watanabe Character Portrait: Kazuki Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama Character Portrait: Sora Kiyotaka Character Portrait: Axel Lerate Character Portrait: Bo Norling Character Portrait: Basara Tsukino Character Portrait: Yuji Yakano

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Anaru nodded as the boy asked if she was sure. "I wouldn't of offered it if I wasn't serious." She said in reply to the boy's unsure reactions. As she was waiting for the boy to take her map, she felt someone staring at her. She glanced over to her left to find a boy with white hair and red eyes looking her way. Anaru saw how he was studying her hair, and then she made eye contact with him for a few seconds as he made his way up to her eyes. She quickly darted her eyes in front of her and straightened her posture, finding this a little uncomfortable. After the boy finally took the map from her hands, she nodded. "You're quite welcome."

After watching the small group and the boy with her map leave, she frowned slightly. Honestly, she's only spoken a few sentences to them all, but she felt like she actually had a chance to bond with the group. Anaru watched them walk inside, and then slowly made her way towards the entrance, keeping her head down as she got lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard a voice beside her.
"That was nice of you, offering the tall one a map and all...especially when you just transferred yourself."
Anaru's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a masculine voice, causing her eyes to dart to her left. She found herself staring at the same exact boy who was staring at her a few moments ago. He spoke while messing with his hair, as if he were becoming shy. She blinked and then turned to see if he could possibly be talking to someone else. You'd be surprised by how many times she had made that mistake. After seeing they're both practically at the end of the crowd, she turned back and cleared her throat. "... Thank you, I suppose... although, I wouldn't say it was just a random act of kindness... I truly just didn't find a need for it anymore."

After the boy stated that she should move quickly to find a seat or she'll end up standing, she smirked slightly in reply. She found it quite humorous, since it certainly wasn't a problem for her kind. Nevertheless, she nodded. "I can assure you that I'll be just fine." She said as she made her way towards the Auditorium, still standing by the boy's side.


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Mr. Sakagami


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"Ah yes, another year full of new students... how delightful it is to see them running free, isn't it Sherman?" Mr. Sakagami said as he spoke to his pet bird. He was currently behind the curtains, feeding his Border Canary his daily meal. "I suppose I should get a move on, don't want to keep my children waiting, now do I?" He said as he fixed his tie to make himself appear more presentable. Mr. Sakagami honestly didn't expect his bird to reply to him or anything like that, it was only a matter of a Master and pet bond. He picked up his bird's cage and placed it in the stage's wings.

"Alright... let's make a good impression..." He mumbled to himself as the curtains opened, reveling only himself, a microphone, and it's stand. He smiled as he heard his students clap in his presence. Mr. Sakagami approached the microphone and tapped on it, making sure it was on. After doing so, he looked up at the audience full of children with special powers and took in a deep breath.

"Welcome everyone to BlossomCrest Private Academy!" He started off as he spread his arms out. "As some of you know already, I am the founder of this here school, and you should know that I made this school not only for you children to roam freely for your stay, but for you to know that's it's fine to be a 'freak' as the humans may call it. Look around! Some of you must be surprised to see so many students with amazing abilities, hm? All that I hope is that you'll take advantage of this chance to be around other special children like yourselves."

"However... now we need to cover all the boring things." He said with a sigh. Those who had been able to spend time with Mr. Sakagami know that he's just as full of a child's spirit as the students themselves. "The rules of this school is strict and there is no reason whatsoever you should break them. One of these rules would be no bullying. If you are seen picking on another student, then you shall be restricted by certain rights, or expelled from the school. Another one of our rules is no drugs, alcohol, or any of those harmful chemicals will step foot in my school. Indeed, some of you are at a legal age, but as long as you're here, there will be none of that in this school. Following that, is your time restrictions. Students may not roam the halls of the school past 12:00 AM. If you are caught, same consequences apply. However, there are acceptations if you're a werewolf. But there were only 3 werewolves who were registered in this school year, don't you dare try making up an excuse like that when you're not such a creature."

"Moving on to your dress code and class rules. As you may have noticed, you haven't received your uniforms yet. Never fear, they're all cleaned and folded on the top of your beds. At the end of orientation when you receive your room keys and get settled in your dorms, you will now have to wear your uniform at all school hours. I know they may not be the most stylish of outfits, however, it is required during first period, second, third, lunch, electives, and so on. The only time you may dress freely is either on special occasions or in your own dorms. As for your class' rules, your teachers will gladly lecture you on that." He said as he winked in the direction of the teacher's against the wall.

"And now my dear children, I'll have to leave you with that. Most of you should have the common sense to know what to do and not in a school, especially in one that's such a important part of your lives. Although, before I let you go, please know that I am free to talk to any of my students. I love making bonds with each and everyone one of you, seeing how talented and individual you all is one of my favorite advantages of this job. Just stop by my office or catch me in the hallways if you need anything." With that, he took took a bow and turned to leave the stage.

Suddenly, the intercom came on.

"All students are required to receive their dorm keys and get settled in. Your keys will be waiting for you at the table provided at the front of the Auditorium. Early tomorrow will be when you start your classes. Your schedule is located inside your uniform's pocket. In the mean time, get familiar with the school and have a great day!"

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Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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The sudden start of clapping jolted Dale and caught hold of his attention. "Oh crap! It's starting" He quickly bolted into a jog through the open doors of the auditorium. "I'll talk to you later Mo- Miss Akiyama." He called back as he hurried to take a spot in the crowd. He settled in to catch the intro of the dean. "As some of you know already, I am the founder of this here school, and you should know that I made this school not only for you children to roam freely for your stay, but for you to know that's it's fine to be a 'freak' as the humans may call it.

'Humans'? echoed an elderly yet familiar voice. That's an interesting term of word for the man too use. Dale blinked at the voice. He had almost forgotten about the voice in the back of his head. He pulled up the the edge of his sleeve to get a better look at his tattoos. The 'snakes' were wriggling slightly as the voice spoke. For a school that is supposedly founded on the idea of educate people on how to responsibly use their powers, would it not be counter productive to differentiate the students for the rest of of the world?

Dale checked around him to see if anyone was in hearing distance before whispering back to the spirit dwelling in his arm. "You've been awfully quite today." Oh I just didn't want to interrupt your conversation with cow tits. That got a very pointed glare from Dale. "I thought I told you not to call her that." One of the more annoying aspects of his 'tenant's' personality Dale had learned was Crom's rather perverse sense of humor. The constant sarcasm and innuendo could become quite grating at times, and the mischievous old spirit seemed to take a particular joy out of pushing Dale's buttons.

And I thought I would never see the day you started following an older woman around like a lost puppy. But I digress. Crom metaphorically waved off the ire he was invoking. I still must say I find this school to be a bit odd. While I can understand the wisdom giving youngsters a safe place to experiment with their abilities, I can't help but wonder how this Sakagami lad managed too organize a facility like this. "It just seems like a normal high school to me. For the most part." And that's the problem... "What do you..."

...school past 12:00 AM. If you are caught, same consequences apply. However, there are acceptations if you're a werewolf. But there were only 3 werewolves who were registered in this school year, don't you dare try making up an excuse like that when you're not such a creature. Dale perked his head right back up in surprise. Werewolves!? That... didn't bode well in Dale's mind. He had past experiences with those before, and they hadn't been pretty. That's what I mean. Crom confirmed. We are talking about a building filled with unique abilities stemming from different backgrounds. You know well that not everything gets along well in the supernatural world. I'm surprised that the place hasn't already exploded into a riot in it's history. Dale couldn't argue with that. And now that he actually thought about it, he suddenly felt a little less sure of his decision to enroll here.

But he would have to put that sort of concern aside. The dean had finished his speech, Dale only paying half attention to it, and an announcement had come over the intercom about dorm key's being handed out. Being on of the few people already standing near the entrance when the dean had finished, Dale naturally took this opportunity to grab his key before the giant throng of people could start crowding the table. After that he just headed back to his dorm. Entering the room he barely gave the place a glance before unceremoniously tossing his bag onto one of the beds, nonchalantly declaring it his by the act. Then he tried to determine if the place had a bathroom in it and, more importantly, see if the dorm came equipped with a shower. He wanted to try and at least clean up a little before going off to explore the campus.

Unfortunately, Dale had forgotten to dismiss the Wisp he had ordered to guard his belongings earlier and that he was sharing this room with another person.

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Character Portrait: Hiro Takiyama Character Portrait: Dale Gutter Character Portrait: Momoko Akiyama

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Momo had continued walking swiftly down the shiny hallway, hearing Dale not too far behind her. The school was really...clean. She knew that a bunch of people probably came before the new school year began to clean up from lasts years messes... but that would take such a long time with a lot of hard work. All the shoe racks clean, only to be dirtied again by peoples muddy shoes. The floors and walls of the school all polished clean, only to be damaged. And last but not least, the most luxurious part in Momo's opinion, the dorm rooms. Damn, if she were to wake up everyday with her room as spotless as the dorm rooms are at the beginning of the year, she wouldn't touch a thing and would make sure everything stayed the same. She sure as hell hoped all the students were thankful for what they got.

As herself and Dale neared the auditorium, she could already hear the loud noises of many people inside. She was okay with being in crowds, but not large and noisy ones. "Oh boy."
she mumbled underneath her breath as they both came close to the auditorium. She didn't know why she was so nervous....and annoyed. This happens at the beginning of the year, every year. It's just so the students know what they're doing and where to go so they weren't running around like lost puppies. Even so, she hated being stuck in a gym full of kids and hearing the same lecture she hears every year about the rules and what not. But she had to remember, it was for the students.

As the inched closer to the auditorium, it turned out Mr. Takiyama was there as well, looking like he's trying to decide whether to go or ditch. It might be something new for the students, but it was the same old thing for all the teachers...and Momo could somehow relate to what Mr. Takiyama was feeling right now.

"Oh! Morning! Good morning." Mr. Takiyama finally managed to say after stuttering a bit. Maybe he was nervous, too. Overall, Momo returned with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Takiyama." Momo said, bowing her head slightly in greeting. Suddenly, a clapping sound roared from the auditorium making Momo flinch slightly, seeing as she didn't expect it. 'Looks like it's starting...' Momo thought, giving out a sigh. Before she knew it, Dale rushed past her, seeming eager to get in and join.

"I'll talk to you later Mo- Miss Akiyama." Dale said as he rushed past herself and Mr. Takiyama. She chuckled quietly, giving out a small wave to the boy. "Talk to you later." She called back, watching him run into the auditorium. She could hear Mr. Sakagami beginning to give a speech. She looked up at Mr. Takiyama, realizing he was still keeping the door open for her. "Oh, thank you. Let's catch up sometime....okay?" She smiled again as she walked through the entrance, now focusing on Mr. Sakagami up on the stage.

Momo walked over to the back of the row of chairs and stood...seeing as all the chairs were already taken. Mr. Sakagami was beginning the speech about rules and expectations, what to do and what not to do. She knows what it's all about. She knows that she has to explain the class rules to the kids once it gets to her time to....

Once she thought she was about to fall asleep standing up, Mr. Sakagami finally concluded his talk. She looked around at all the students, trying to see what students looked like they'd be in her class based on their age....

"All students are required to receive their dorm keys and get settled in. Your keys will be waiting for you at the table provided at the front of the Auditorium. Early tomorrow will be when you start your classes. Your schedule is located inside your uniform's pocket. In the mean time, get familiar with the school and have a great day!"

The intercom suddenly came on, saying exactly that. All the sudden, all the students got up and went to receive their dorm keys. Geez, it was so loud. Momo stayed back behind, waiting for all the students to exit before doing so.

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Character Portrait: Miiko Fukuta Character Portrait: Dale Gutter

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There were some things in life that people took for granted. Just little things in life that one wouldn't think about as being a luxury. Limitless access to running hot water being one of them in Dale's mind. So when he found that his dorm bathroom did come equipped with a shower he was naturally feeling rather relieved and he immediately slipped into it.

He spent the next few minutes in much needed stress relief. He had more than a few doubts about the school that had grown over the short time today, and now that he could quell the anxiety a little he could think on things with a clear head. "Okay." He started. "So lets go over what we know so far..."

The school Dean seems to differentiate the student body from the outside population. Whether that be a slip of the tongue or just paranoia on our part is up for debate at the moment. Dale nodded to that. "And from what he said there are some no human students in the school, so he may have been referring to them when he spoke. 'Course that brings up a few concerns as well." Yes, but judging by his rules against harassment I think you won't have to worry too much about getting mauled again. Dale cringed at that and let on of his hand brush up against his side where an elongated bite mark was. There was a reason why he had flinched when he heard that werewolves were attending.

Well, at any rate its too early to say if this place is a bait 'n switch or not. I'd say you give it a few weeks 'fore you decide whether to jump the ship or not. Dale agreed with that assessment and didn't say anymore on the matter. After that point was filled mostly with silence, with nothing but the running of water to fill the void. This gave Dale a little bit of time to think more on what he was going to do for the day. A few questions floating around in his head over if he should join a club or not, and what places he should check out once he got out wandering the halls. But inevitably the silence was broken again when Crom interjected once more.

By the way, I'm picking a up a message from the Wisp. I think you're room mate just walked in. Dale felt a wave of annoyance hit him and he let out a sigh. He had forgotten about that. This was one thing he wasn't looking forward too. Dale distrusted people on principle so having a roommate was going to be... interesting. But like it or not it was something he was going to have to deal with the other boy eventually.

Then he remembered the other thing that Crom mentioned. The Willow-o-wisp. It was still guarding Dale's bag on the bed. It's probably wouldn't be a good idea to leave that floating in a 'territorial' stance in the unlikely event that his roommate got a bit too close too his bed. Reaching out with his conscious, Dale touched the Wisp spirit and dismissed it from his service, allowing it to wander off if it so pleased. He then continued washing himself, wanting to take a few more minutes too finish up. Well more like to delay things as long as possible if he was honest.




Obediently heading it's summoners commands, the Wisp hovered silently above the bed and kept surveillance for potential thieves. When the-child-of-grass-hair entered the room it sunk lower over the bag in preparation of any intrusion. Silently it tracked her movements as she moved about the room, and sent a signal to the summoner that she was nearby. It kept it's vision focused on the child for the preceding moments, ready for if she came close.

Then, seconds later, it received instruction that it no longer needed to protect the vessel-of-items, and given permission to leave. Confused as to why it would be dismissed after reporting a possible thief it none the less decided to float toward the child-of-grass-hair now that it had freedom of movement again. Curious, it came close to her face, scanning her with it's vision before backing away slight and beginning a slow orbit around her.

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Miiko had been sitting on the floor when the glowing thing approached her. She watched in awe as it started to circle around her and had the urge to touch it. "No, it might hurt you." The green haired girl reminded herself and slowly stood up, walking over to her belongings that were on the bed she had claimed. Miiko unzipped her well worn black suitcase and took inventory of her belongings to make sure that no one outside had gone through her thing.

Miiko hadn't brought much since she knew that they would be given uniforms, but that was okay since she didn't own much anyways. She had brought two pairs of pajamas, a few shirts pants, skirts, and her only dress. As well as plenty of undergarments and her favorite flower clip that matched her hair. Naturally, Miiko's hair was white but because she was missing a vital pigment that colored one's hair; she didn't like the thought of missing something and so Miiko had dyed her hair green.

"Should I unpack?" She wondered aloud and turned around to take in the whole room. Miiko hoped her roommate wouldn't mind that she took the bed furthest from the door. She looked down at the bed across from hers and realized that the uniform belonged to one of a male. "I'm sharing a room with a boy?" Was there some sort of mistake? She wondered as she zipped her suitcase up and sat back down on the floor next to the dresser.

She shivered as a thought slithered into her mind. The thought of actually belonging somewhere, that she actually had a chance to succeed here; scared her slightly. Miiko had been told she was worthless by so many people; she had grown up knowing that no one loved her and that's why she had no parents and why no foster parent had ever adopted her.