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Briceson Briggs

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a character in “calamity”, as played by mombie

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§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . Brice, B

§ . g e n d e r . Male

§ . a g e . eighteen

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . heterosexual

§ . o r i g i n . beaumont, california

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . single and ready to mingle

§ . e l e c t i v e s . lacrosse team



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§ . e y e s . deep espresso

§ . h a i r . black

§ . h e i g h t . 6ft 2in

§ . w e i g h t . 153lbs

§ . p h y s i q u e . slim, athletic

§ . s k i n . bold chestnut with some russet undertones

§ . s c a r s . none so far!

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . The best thing about Brice is that, sure, he's a bit smaller than the rest of the team when it comes to musculature and things, but he's got a killer smile that just lights up his face. Oh, and let's not even get started with his freckles. They make the ladies melt, or so... he likes to think so. He had dark hair with equally dark eyes, and there's not much mystery to him at all. He's just a typical high school jock, and he looks like one. This guy likes to keep his hairline tight, his look smooth, and everything about him on fleek. That's just him. He's a dash of cool with killer style, even if he's a bit of a jester sometimes. He prefers clothes that match his personality; fun, vibrant, and just plain lively. There's really not much to say about him other than... just typical. The girls think he's kind of cute but slightly annoying, and he thinks he's hot shit.


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§ . d e m e a n o r . friendly, jokster, trustworthy

§ . f e a r s . his father's death, getting kicked out off of the lacrosse team, utterly failing high school

§ . v i c e ( s) . weed, bad jokes, nosy

§ . d i s l i k e s . bossy bitches, his English teacher, high school dances

§ . l i k e s . hanging out with friends, playing lacrosse, joking around in the locker room, skipping class

§ . f l a w s . academics (boring), nosy as hell, too confident, maybe a little annoying

§ . s t r e n g t h s . self-confidence, investigative, hard to anger

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . His GPA is abysmal, but that isn't because he's dumb. School is just boring as fuck. He is always tardy, skipping class, and has some issues at home that make him less than focused on his academics.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . Behind the veneer of over-friendliness and self-confidence is a boy that just wants to belong somewhere. His life at home with his father is anything but pleasant. The man's a violent drunk, and the town is waiting to elect someone to take the temperamental Sheriff's place. It can't be helped, though. With so many things going on in Beaumont unresolved, what else could he do but drink away his problems? The town has blamed him for many things, and there's a desperate need for change. None of that rubs off on Brice, though. Most of the kids that know him at school are aware that the boy is separate from the father.

He's just a kid that loves life and lives vicariously through his friendships. He has a lot of healthy, or sometimes maybe unhealthy, self-confidence. Lacrosse is his lifeblood, even if he's not the best at it. It's just the camaraderie that he really enjoys; being with the boys, talking about all the cute girls in school, smoking weed after games under the bleachers. His peers adore him because he's brimming with positivity and wants nothing more than to be with his pals. He's cheering for everyone at every moment and is determined that if his house can't feel like home anymore, then his friends will be. If you need a guy to skip class with, he's your guy. Just need a friend to bitch to? He's all ears or even all shoulders.

He's also pretty nosy. He can't help but get involved with the town's more suspicious cases, and loves to dig into his dad's case files. He asks a lot of questions and is unabashedly investigative. It annoys his father, and he lands in the Sheriff's station quite often. But hey - in a small town, what else is there to do?



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . investigative, intuitive

§ . w e a k n e s s . kind of clumsy, impulsivity

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . Compared to the other guys on the team, he's muscular but slim. He can lift weight, but he's not going to make a show out of outlifting any of the guys.

§ In general, Brice is your typical Human was typical speed, strength, stamina, etc. There is nothing special about him. However, he does have quite the knack for investigation. Taking after his father of whom has spent his entire life in law enforcement in some way, Brice can usually put two and two together. Not many things elude him, as he is very observational and will be the first person to notice any change, no matter how insignificant. He's intrigued by mystery and secrets, and there isn't much that can be done to stop him once he gets going.

He's also decent at Lacrosse. Brice may never be the Captain of the team or score the winning point, but he knows how to support the team's best players. Supporting others is what he does best in everything, and he doesn't like to show off or steal the show. The same goes for Lacrosse. Whether or not he can actually play really well is something that only he knows, but he also doesn't have the ultra-competitive attitudes of most of the guys. He'd much rather let them take all the glory because he has other things to focus on - like somehow not failing high school.



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Brice's mom died at a young age, but no one in the town really knows what happened to her. It remains unsolved, her autopsy plagued by one of the many unknowns. He was about eight-years-old, and that left him with his father. At the time Brice's father was a deputy in town, and he was raising the boy all on his own. His father couldn't have been less of a mother-figure to him than anyone. He went through the usual stages of grief, which left his son behind to fend for himself for the most part. A lot of parents, primarily from Brice's current friends, have looked out for him when no one else would. He spent a lot of nights at friend's houses, and their parents would often bring him food or pick him up from school when his father would forget about him. Again.

For a child that has been forgotten countless times by his own parent, Brice never seemed to show that he was troubled at school. While he had the typical behaviors that some would associate with single parent children, like sometimes acting out in class or what have you, he looked and acted like a normal happy kid. Of course, he had his friends and their families to thank for that. From the outside, he seemed okay, and no one bothered to ask him what was going on at home. People just felt sorry for him and knew that he had a busy father. Right about the end of his middle school years, his dad began to campaign for Sheriff. He was elected in by overwhelming votes because of his dedication to work and his reputation with the population.

At home, however, was a different story. By the time Brice was about 13, the job started to take its toll on his dad. He was still looking and searching for anything about what happened to his wife, even if the town had moved on. Even is Brice had moved on. He was so obsessed that home began to look like work and work began to look like - well, more work. Everywhere Brice looked in the house there were files upon files in which his father picks through to put together the pieces. So many unknown murders. So many "Animal Bites" yet there wasn't that much vicious wildlife around these parts. This intrigued Brice, as he has always been a naturally curious kid. While his father was at work, Brice involved himself in studying these cases. They started to become an obsession for him, too, but eventually a friend or two was able to tell him to stop.

By high school, he was getting into trouble. He wasn't doing very well in school despite tutoring from Reagan Venandi, but he felt... distracted. The Lacrosse coach told him that maybe engaging in a sport would help him relieve some restlessness. A few friends could vouch for his dedication, but he didn't have much skill. He spent some time helping the team whilst he learned to play the game, and when he was a Sophmore, they finally let him play. He wasn't great, but he knew how to support their best players.

For now, he is just trying to graduate high school with his friends and not get kicked off of the lacrosse team.



coding x mombie | fc x keith powers | hex x AB7448

So begins...

Briceson Briggs's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Sherry Lin Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Adeline Juneau Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Briceson Briggs Character Portrait: Jasper Godfrey
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Reagan Venandi

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The dance floor was just a giant throng of hair whipping, bodies doing overtly sexual things under the guise of 'dancing', and wisps of smoke rising in the crisp night air. Everything was good and everyone was relaxed. It almost seemed that the entire school had gathered in this one spot - from the nobodies to the school VIPs. Everyone had a little school spirit. If not, then they definitely were here for the surly activities or peer pressured. The party was alive, even if some of the students were content to be by themselves. Even if some of the people here, for whatever reason, were simply drawn here by some force unknown.

Reagan was enjoying herself; or at the very least, attempting to. Though her dance moves left much to be desired, her newfound popularity seemed to overshadow it. She was just trying her best to live it up, even though her mother insisted that she stay home for the night. The Venandi household had been nothing but stressful as of late, and her mother was the absolute worst. There were always strangers coming in and out of the home, strange dealings, secrets that she supposedly wasn't ready for yet. Quite frankly, after the death of her father she hardly had any chance for fun. Fun was not in a hunter's DNA, which would explain why mother-dearest was a stick in the mud.

There was a certain point where the brunette had lost track of time, and by her bad twerking skills, also any concept of shame and dignity. Her phone was going off over and over. She'd look at it, but then then ignore it as the word "Mom" was displayed on the caller ID. After the tenth ignored call, she decided that she'd never enjoy her night until she switched the damn device off. So, she does.

Right at that moment she'd pull off one of her extremely white-girl dance moves, someone collides with her! Drops of whatever was in his cup landed on her dress, and she sort of held her hands up in the air a little horrified. That's a bit over-dramatic, really. She's just a bit surprised and guilty for being such a klutz.

"I'm so sorry, I swear that was an accident, can I go inside and get you some napkins for that?" There was that slight stretch of time at which point two people recognize one another, but this one seems particularly lengthy for some reason. "Reagan! I didn't expect to see you here. I'm really sorry about the drink, is your dress okay?" It's just Jasper. Even if it hand't been him, Reagan knows that at least ten of her peers will ultimately spill their drinks o her, so she's not going to bite his head off. She didn't know a lot about him at all, but they've never had much of a reason to interact. He's cute, though. Had she not noticed that before? Where did her thoughts go all of the sudden.

She just beamed a bright friendly smile at him, "Don't worry about it, Jasper." She swept a small hand through the air as an aloof dismissive gesture, inadvertently smacking someone nearby. They didn't notice, and she bit her bottom lip and placed a couple fingers over her mouth to stifle a slight bout of giggling laughter. "I could say the same about you. Actually, I could say the same about a lot of people. I guess this is just the place to be tonight."

Her gaze slipped past his shoulders to find that AJ had sneaked her way into the dance crowd. Without much thought, she placed a hand on one of Jasper's shoulders and rose to the tips of her toes to wave to her friend. She always thought that AJ was one of the coolest girls in school, if not, one of the most stylish. Reagan has this weird feeling about her, though, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. They were both alike in so many ways; from loser to cool kid on the block.

Once AJ acknowledged her, she'd settle her attention back on Jasper with that same red-lipped smile, "You know AJ right? She's so great," she states with an admiring sigh before casually leading herself, and him if he chose to follow, out of the crowd. "How's your night going anyway?"



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Briceson Briggs

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Briceson entered the party, late and poorly dressed as per usual. He's one of those guys whose catchphrase for a party is "single and ready to mingle" and still manages to leave without a girlfriend. He entered the home and was greeted by most of the Lacrosse team. Sure, he wasn't a pro, but he was a damn good team-player. Maybe they do talk about him behind his back, but to his face they were bros. He smiled, laughed, and acknowledged friends and peers with a fist pound or some other silly gesture.

There was only one woman in the entire school that slightly scared him, and that was Sherry. He knows her name, but that's just about all of what anyone knows about her. He'd hate to call her weird, but sometimes she gave him goosebumps. At the same time, she's super cute in one of those scary cute ways.

"Lookin' good, girl." He felt very awkward, like he was signing away his life at this very second. Any moment she can say or do any number of things; crush his soul with words, smack him, or just stare at him with disgust. But he persists! Goofy smile, charming eyes, and all. Who could hate this guy?

He walks backwards, having caught a few other familiar faces here and there, "Whatcha drinkin' Sherry, Sher?" He's just going to follow wherever she goes for now, just because he's likely going in the same direction.

They'd eventually slip past the alcohol table where Thomas and Hiroto ended up. He looked back at Sherry, "I bet that Tommy could mix ya somethin'." Like a dog suddenly spotting a squirrel when he was supposed to be fetching the mail, he jetted off in that direction with or without the strange girl.

Bryce ended up placing both of his arms over the shoulders of Hiroto and Tommy, "Yo, Tommy, mix me up somethin' bro. And that Sherry girl because she looks like she needs a little help enjoying the party." He bounced away from that pairing, going from one face to another like an over-energized puppy or something. "Yo, I'll be back!" He called out with his hands cupped around his mouth like a loudspeaker.

Last but not least, Riley. The loner sitting on a bench. He plopped his ass right down next to her, leaned over a bit to dig around a pocket in his shorts, and pulled out a tightly wrapped blunt. He wriggled his brows at her, "Need a pick-me-up?"

He knew that not everyone wanted to be here, but this was a small town. Sometimes there was nothing else to do other than be at the hottest spot fir the night, even if you hated it. That's small town life for teenagers. But there are always ways to make it all better.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Sherry Lin Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Adeline Juneau Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Briceson Briggs Character Portrait: Jasper Godfrey
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As more people entered the party, the hairs on Sherry's neck seemed to stand. It was becoming harder discern people from one another and she was thanking the fact that she abstained from alcohol entirely. Aside from being lightweight, the Asian glow would be hard to hide even under her "natural" makeup. She could mildly make out Tommy, the King of the Keg and resident kamina, Hiroto following soon after, and finally...

"Lookin' good, girl."

She wanted to say AJ given that she'd come with her brother but her thoughts were so rudely interrupted by one of the few boys who didn't freeze beneath The Stare™, no matter how much she might have tried.

Briceson Briggs.

His arrogant demeanor, athletic body, and overall gregariousness made him the apple of most girls' eyes at Beaumont Hills. It seemed to give him the idea that he was everyone's friend but she couldn't relate. He was the stereotypical jock, a meathead who excelled at sports but barely passed his classes. She didn't have many classes with him but it didn't take much to discern the face of a man who failed yet another quiz and definitely-did-not-care. Sherry had a cursory knowledge of lacrosse (for the sake of being cultured) but had never actually attended any games, much less seen him play. For all intents and purposes they should have never crossed paths, but being that the school was small and she took classes beyond her year it only made sense that he would make his way to her.

He buzzed around her as they approached the alcohol table, silently begging for some other person to catch his attention. At the back of her mind, an ethereal voice whispered in her mind's ear.

Find k-k. Find him

She winced as they approached the alcohol table before stopping entirely. The Banshee Network had a way of randomly messaging her and though she normally ignored such trivial (read: things that do not affect her) matters but she deliberately left herself open for the sake of getting AJ's late grandfather off her back. The tingle in her fingertips and the shiver down her spine seemed to intensify as she and Brice walked further into the household and his comments didn't help.

"I'll drink anything to make you less annoying," she replied icily before grabbing one of the least pungent drinks on the table and eying Tommy with particular scrutiny before wandering away.

She threw the cup in a nearby trashcan, looking for any empty couch or room available. The banshee needed peace and quiet to actively participate in the Banshee Network and a party was perhaps the worst place for either of those things. The noises of the party-goers, the music, and the ghosts of the Myers' former workers were overwhelming her and wafting smell of alcohol would only agitate her further. The only two options appeared to be a long line to the bathroom or a narrow door beneath a small staircase.

Sherry opted for the creepy door (naturally), finding that it led to a dimly lit laundry room. She sat on the washer and took a breath, opening her mind's eye to the spirit realm where a flood of faces and voices filled her senses.

"One at a time...please. I need to know what's going to happen and where."

Broke out. Find him. Find K-

"Kamina?"

No.

"Then who?"

There were at least two possibilities: that someone with a "k" sound in their name was going to die or that Tommy was involved. Perhaps both. The other option was that there might have been someone else, something else that she couldn't think of. In a world with banshees, kamina, and werewolves it wouldn't be out of the question for other species to exist and the phrase "broke out" only highlighted the possibility of this scenario being the case.

So the next question became where this would happen.

The network's free floating faces morphed into a blueprint of the mansion dotted blue with spirits that still haunted the estate. Most seemed content to observe the party but some were congregating.

Surrender yourself and you will find him.

The girl bit her lip as the voices continued swirling in her head. She didn't know these people, not really. And if it truly was a "him" that would die then AJ would be in no danger. She certainly didn't care for most of the other people in this school either so why would it matter if she chose not to follow her natural inclinations? She had nothing to gain from preventing another death.

She sighed. It mattered because she was a good person, a divining youth, if she was so inclined to call herself something. And she was already here so she would be a hypocrite if she didn't at least follow through this time.

"Fine, just this once."

Sherry's eyes rolled back for a few seconds as she left the room. Her practiced, graceful step deteriorated into an erratic, labored stumble to the Myer's backyard. Anyone observing her might have thought she was drunkenly wandering but it couldn't be further from the truth. Each step forward brought upon visions of death and the scent of chlorine once she arrived released the scream she had been suppressing all night long.