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A supernatural battle brews in the sleepy town of Beaumont Hills and secrets will be revealed in an unlikely group of seniors. Will they be able to overcome what truths they will find out about one another in order to save the town?

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Introduction

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c a l a m i t y

In the quiet small town of Beaumont Hills, California, an ancient beacon to the Supernatural world has taken root in its heart for thousands of years. Slayers and hunters and druids know this as the Nemeton, and it is just one of many that exist in this world. A long time ago, druids utlized this one lucious tree for ritual, but it was cut down fifty years ago by a family of hunters that still thrive to this very day. It's power wavered, and the lull of the nemeton grew quieter and quieter until the beasts that it had once lured could no longer hear its beckoning song.

It would be a peace that was short-lived, however. Something dangerous has awakened in the heart of Beaumont Hills, and it all started with a high school prank gone wrong. A trip into the woods, some hazing for the new members of the Lacrosse team, and the accidental death of a teammate. His blood seeped into the ground and was funneled to the roots of the powerful nemeton. As it drank from this misfortune, it started to awaken. Its song was but a whisper; drawing in some creatures. It was subtle enough to go unnoticed, but that would soon change.

It is lulling the humans of the town into some sort of unknowing thralldom; like sleepwalking and getting them to aid in its full recovery in all manner of ways. It has grown stronger, its song louder, and its roots begin to spread. The supernaturals are coming in harder and faster than ever, and more malicious as they can't seem to figure out how to leave. They feel chained here, and they have been reduced to their most feral instincts. High school students are going missing and there seem to be more and more animal attacks.

Strange things are afoot, and it will be up to the most unlikely group of teenagers to help stop the nemeton. Of course, they will have to contend with their own prejudices and fears, and tackle the uprooting of everything that they knew to be true.



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Image Image II. the banshee
Loralai has it all: a big house, her own credit card, crippling insomnia, parents she never sees, and the delightful ability to know when death is knocking at the door. Oh, and to scream her bloody head off. Loralai has cultivated a known status as an outcast that took a lot of hard work to achieve. She honestly can't bear the idea of getting close to someone and then finding out that they're going to die. Or worse, find their body herself. But with tensions rising and the voices getting louder, she might not have a choice.
Terraformer, Lorde, #228b22

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Dorothea Henley has lived in Beaumont her entire life - but never blissfully unaware. Thea was never a standout in the town, the shy book nerd that lived in the shadow of her popular and more lively sister, Brielle. So when the town sweetheart, her own sister, went missing her sophomore year Thea's life changed entirely. Her home was soon flooded with police and students who had never even given her the time of day offered their utmost condolences. Thea's never been the same after her sister disappeared, her grades dropped, she withdrew from her friends, and became even more of a wallflower than she had ever been before. She spent every ounce of her time looking into her sister's disappearance, it practically consumed her. Now as she approaches her senior year and her sister is nothing more than a forgotten memory, she feels as if she's never been more lost.
nocturnus, tashi rodriguez, #A393AC

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Riley has only just moved to Beaumont Hills, California last year, and is a bit of a loner and tries to keep to herself. She was turned only two years ago, still struggling with the fact that she was turned, she and her older sister decided on moving halfway across the country as a way to escape and try to blend in a new town with new people. She is now in her senior year of high school in Beaumont Hills, and is still trying to come to terms with who or more precisely what she is now, as she is still rather new to the whole supernatural thing.
Wolf's Bane109, Chloe Grace Moretz, #800000

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Naozuka is a thousand-year-old kitsune who takes on a human appearance of a 19-year-old Japanese boy. He was among one of the most well-respected members of his kind, being one of the extremely few who had managed to grow and nurture nearly nine tails. Yet, during an unfortunate encounter with a band of Hunters, he lost half the number of his tails. After exacting his vengeance, feeling too shameful to remain in his realm, he left his home country to travel aimlessly around the world, until he came across the town of Beaumont. Hoping to find a way to utilize the miraculous nemeton to regain his lost tails, Naozuka adopted the identity of a senior high school student named Hiroto Naozaki and began his new life.
chrian blaire, Yamada Ryosuke, #here

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No one is quite sure how many Delaney boys there are, but there seems to be an endless supply of them. As druids watching over nemeton, the Delaney's have been around forever, and the boys are known throughout town as unruly troublemakers. Brook is number 7, and is by far the most powerful druid - which earns him unwanted lectures from his grandmother, much to his brothers' amusements. Not one of them could care less about being druids..
reserved, faceclaim, #here

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Image Image VII. the kanima
Never in one place for too long, Tommy has in been in and out of foster care for as long as he can remember. With no memories before the age of seven, Tommy doesn't know who he is or where he comes from. He's been in Beaumont Hills for a few weeks, drawn to the town when asked where he wanted to live. His kanima side is currently under his control, but who knows what secrets Beaumont Hills will bring up.
lawfulAnon, maxence danet-fauvel, #153d88

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Reagan Venandi, of whose last name translates into 'Hunter,' has lived in Beaumont all her life. She was an average girl that shuffled quietly from class to class without notice until a series of unexplainable deaths and events led her down a strange path. After the death of her father at the beginning of her junior year, her mother introduced her to the supernatural world and trained her to uphold their family duty. Now she's a senior with a vengeance and deadly aim.
mombie,phoebe tonkin, #3592a0

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Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Lorelai Harkness Character Portrait: Dorothea Henley Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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Reagan Venandi

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The night had gone by, perhaps more slowly than it had come. Reagan could not remember if she had successfully closed her eyes or not, or if she was maybe sleeping wide awake in some crazy nightmare scene. A lot of things have been brought to a new and uncomfortable light - she may have seen the Alpha for who he was as a human, and she now had undeniable proof that Riley was something else entirely. The greatest confusion comes, not for seeing them for what they were when the moon rises and the night takes them over, but in knowing that they weren't bad people. Her mother always said that these monsters were so because they were also monsters in their mortal lives.

But that seemed untrue.

She's also pissed at Brook - so pissed that she can't fathom seeing his face without also watching as her palm uncontrollably connects with his overly handsome face. She doesn't know what happened to him or where he went, either, and he let her worry like that. It almost made her sick to her stomach. He's such an asshole.

What was she supposed to do, though? Armed with all of this information, does she just go out into the light of day and roam the school like nothing ever happened? Was Riley going to be scared of her now? Most of all - was there something for her to be scared of? Maybe there was. Maybe there wasn't. She didn't quite know right now.

The first rays of a Saturday morning sunrise peek through the curtains, and Reagan finally rolls herself out of bed. After a very slow shower, if one could call it a shower and not contemplating in a sauna, she tugged on a pair of bright pink leggings, a sports bra, and some running shoes. There are a lot of things to do right now - errands to run. She had to go to the store, maybe get through a workout at the gym, go for a run, take a look over the armory, avoid people if that was possible. Her mother was far too busy with hunter stuff to deal with her today, and Reagan was fine with that.

She spent most of the morning to the early afternoon by herself, but that was just her life.

By the time the late afternoon rolled about, around three pm or so (she wasn't keeping track), she had accomplished all of her tasks and slipped into a t-shirt sans bra, jeans, and some white flats. She didn't look her best - a face without much makeup save for brows and a spot of mascara, a light dusting of pink for her lips. Her hair was obviously towel-dried and laid a bit messily, and the dark circles under her eyes accented her just rolled out of bed look.

She dipped out of the house and strolled down the streets of the town, which are always busy at this time of day. Children were with their parents at the park, families roamed hand-in-hand to this shop or that. It was just small-town America doing what it does best. The only thing that separated it from the rest was that the residents seem to always be a little more alert, but not for all the reasons you might think.

There was police activity at the school; an active crime scene since the Chimera Amanda chomped a boy to death. The Sheriff was there along with other authority figures; many of which operated under the long lineage of hunters and or other Supernaturals since the town's conception. While the Sheriff was not in the know of all the Supernatural stuff, his concern for a death in a town like this was not at all surprising - he was very much on the alert. This place hasn't seen a ton of murders for a long time, just the every now and again tragic accident; like the one that had awoken the Nemeton. That was ruled as an accident, and it was case closed.

This, though, was different. Reagan stood back behind one of the buses; a palm placed on the yellow surface as she peeked around its back corner. They even called in animal control. Everyone who was anyone was here, and that included friends of her mother that operated as a deputy or two and even the principal. The crime scene tape was stretched across the doors of the Beaumont High, and parents were going to get the call that school would be canceled for Monday.

She turned around and placed her back against the bus, looking up at the clear blue skies. She pushed herself away and started to walk in the other direction, making a mental note to grab a friend and come by the school later. Maybe Brook, after she's done giving him a piece of her mind.

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Darkness. Darkness and a sense of emptiness were the only thing that could be felt. It didn't matter where one looked around, an empty void was the only thing to be seen for what seemed to stretch on forever in every direction. Everything was silent, eerily so. As if a pin dropped on could easily hear it in the emptiness that was their mind. In the middle of the darkness, stood a figure. Small. Helpless. Confused. Scared. Empty. That was the only thing Riley had felt for the past two years. Nothing made sense, and anything that did never lasted long. Everything was just a never-ending whirlwind of emotion, and Riley didn't know how to cope. Especially after the attack. Now she found herself in the same old empty void that she found herself in every time she closed her eyes. And the same old thing would repeat itself. The sense of being watched from the encroaching darkness. The feeling of dread. The feeling of ice-cold, dead hands wrapping and ensnaring themselves around her until her eyes would jolt open and she'd find herself in all too familiar surroundings.

She simply laid there in silence as her heart raced in her chest as reality slowly set in. She was safe, and she was at home. She was okay, and those events from the previous night were over. They still happened, but they were over. And there was nothing she could do to change that. Slowly she found herself sitting up in bed, combing her fingers through her mess of hair, trying to not let all of the reality hit her. People saw her, at least two did and she wasn't entirely sure if she could trust them knowing the truth. Thomas, he was, whatever he was, so maybe he could be trusted. Especially as he didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, and seemed to be running away, not to something. Then there was her only possible real threat. Venandi. She knew there was something off about her right away when they first met. Just something felt off, like some of the others. But with Reagan, it was something else. Not something supernatural, but natural. And that is what scared her. She knew Hunters existed, her own father was one, but she hadn't met many other Hunters, until now. And now, if she was correct, her classmate was one of them. Which was absolutely perfect. The last thing she needed was someone hunting her down, at least, that's what she would have expected. But something felt different about Reagan, and Riley wasn't exactly sure what it was. She could ponder on that later.

Now, now she just needed to get ready and carry on with things. She'd try to blend in with others again, but if anything else went wrong, she'd have to tell her sister and they'd have to leave again. Which is the exact opposite of what she wanted. They just started to feel like they had a normal life again, and everything started to feel somewhat normal. Sure, going to school as an undercover monster wasn't easy, but she made it work so far. And then that damn dance had to happen and ruin everything. Riley knew she'd regret going, but not for what reason, and now she knew. But perhaps it was for the best that she went, otherwise....Who knows what would have happened. That damn monster could have killed more than it had, and it would have been a slaughter. Not like Riley was of much help, but she did do something, and that had made her feel slightly better about the whole thing. After a long and hot shower, she found herself getting dressed and having a short and silent breakfast as Ellen had gone to work. The house always felt empty and quiet, but with the past recent events it felt even more so, and Riley needed to get out of the house. Just, go somewhere that wasn't here.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, but all she knew was that she was going to let her feet take her wherever they wanted. What was the worst that could happen, aside from being a freak already? Riley simply found her feet taking her wherever they wanted, as she was in her head as leaves crunched under her feet as her shoes scraped against the asphalt beneath her feet. She didn't know where she was going, all she cared about was going somewhere that wasn't home. She hated being in that house by herself, something just didn't feel right being there alone. Riley hadn't noticed it as she was far too deep in her own thoughts, but when she finally looked up, she realized where she had wandered off too. Of course, out of all places she'd wind up, it was here. The all too recognizable yellow tape surrounded the perimeter of the grounds. Cars and emergency vehicles were still parked out front as multiple officers were stationed outside. It was safe to say that the school would be canceled on Monday. Riley felt that familiar tingle on the back of her neck as she stood outside of the property of the school, her green eyes examining everything, taking in what was going on before she picked up a scent. One that had become all too familiar within in the past twenty-four hours. She didn't know how her senses were so muddled until now. But thankfully it was only one person, that she could somewhat trust. Maybe. Riley still wasn't sure where that person stood, and if she could be trusted.

The young Werecoyote found herself taking a deep breath as she slowly approached the woman behind the bus. Her hands were raised in an unthreatening manner, the last thing she'd want to do is spook someone she assumed was a Hunter, especially if she had a weapon on her. "It-it's just me." she stuttered out as she found herself stepping on a small branch, alerting the human to her presence. That was fantastic. The last thing she needed was scaring Reagan before she was able to make her presence known if Reagan didn't already feel it. "Look, I should have told you before last night. And I'm sorry you had to find out like that but...I promise, like I said last night, I wasn't going to hurt you or anyone." she said as she avoided any and all eye-contact now. Only taking small glimpses at her when Riley felt confident enough to look her in the eyes. "If you don't trust me anymore, I understand. I just don't want you to feel like you have to be scared of me." she said with a small smile, "I already am enough, don't think there has to someone else that's scared of me." Riley said with an awkward chuckle, poking at the leaves beneath her feet with the tip of her shoe. She could feel how stupid this all was, and that it would probably only make things worse. Riley began to turn to walk away, but before she went to leave she gave Reagan one final word, "There's scarier things here in Beaumont than people like me...Like, whatever that was last night...I doubt you even know what it was. Just, be careful, alright? I know you can take care of yourself, I'd just feel better knowing you were okay." she hoped her last bit of advice wasn't as ominous as it may have come across as.

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Brook Delaney

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