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Hiroto Naozaki

The Kitsune

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a character in “calamity”, as played by chrian.

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HIROTO NAOZAKI
When time has no holds on you, optimism is the best thing you can strive for.

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name: Naozuka - True Name
nicknames: Hiro, Nao
age: Unknown, appears 19
birthdate: Forgotten
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species: Kitsune
sexuality: Bisexual, leans towards
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hometown: Tokyo, Japan
hex: #16ACC7





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APPEARANCE
In terms of his human form appearance, the impression that Hiroto wants the others to get upon meeting him can be summed up in one word - adorable. Standing at the average height of 5'7'' and donning a slender physique, a fair complexion and downright the babiest face you can possibly find, he fits perfectly with the image of a cute younger brother clique you can easily find in Japanese popular cultures. To put it differently, one may find it impossible to believe at first sight that Hiroto is a millennia-old fox spirit. As for his wardrobe choice, Hiroto wants to emphasize his "innocent" style as much as possible, so one can expect him to wear energetic, youthful and trendy items.

In addition, he also has a secret form known as the "true form" - a gigantic white fox with four tails. While Hiroto can enter this form at will, the last time he actually did it was a century ago and he much prefers to stay in his human form, so don't expect to see it anytime soon.

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ABILITIES
Being one of the oldest kitsunes and standing among the very few members of his kind to nearly achieve nine tails, it goes without saying Hiroto is a force to be reckoned with at his zenith. However, with the loss of half of his Tails, it is obvious that he is "but a shade compares to what he once was before" - a truth that he bitterly admitted. That doesn't mean he is someone to be taken lightly, though. Fortunately, the remaining four Tails that Hiroto retains are the four weapons that he is most skillful with. They include a katana, a naginata, a yumi bow and a tanto. He has no need to carry them around as they are essentially an extension of himself, and can summon each of them to his side when the situation calls for it.

In addition to his Tails, as a kitsune, Hiroto also has enhanced conditions that enables him to overwhelm most humans and enhanced coordination that helps him to wield most weapon aside from his own Tails with proficiency. His accelerated healing guarantees that he can recover from most types of wounds, yet without his full strength major injuries will heal much slower and may leave scars. Hiroto can also manipulate illusions that can fool the minds of most humans, but as of his current strength they are not very effective against other supernatural species and those with adept minds. Finally, Hiroto can control blue flames that can burn with much higher intensity and longevity in comparison to normal ones, though until he regain at least another Tail, using these flames at prolonged duration can be very taxing on his stamina.

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likes: Pretty much like a young child, Hiroto absolutely adores fluffy, small and cute things, like a stray cat wandering on the street or a teddy bear - which he stacks in piles in his room. He loves sweets and vibrant colors, and pretty much cannot hold his own against toys and figures. As a prankster at heart, jokes and small pranks are what he favors in making everyone smiles, and for him to see the happy look of people is simply the most pleasant feeling in the world. Growing up among the lush greenery of the forests, it goes without saying that Hiroto finds peace nature, hence why if there's one place you can find him asides from his home, it is the park.

dislikes: True to his relaxed personality, Hiroto doesn't like to being rushed and someone panicking is honestly a sight he could not bear to watch. People that are either too uptight or are too principled aren't the exactly the types that he would be comfortable hanging out with. Strangely enough, while being a child at heart, Hiroto doesn't like children, especially those noisy, spoiled and hard-to-please ones. He cannot swallow even the mildest of spicy food and downright hates bitter stuffs. While it is fine for people to ask about his past, the mention of his lost Tails is an total no-no, and he will only share about it when absolutely necessary.

strengths: Hiroto considers himself a listener, and is sensitive and observant enough to tell about person just with some minor details, like the way they talk or the look in their eyes. With his perfect calmness and wits, he has no problem coming up with solutions in dire situations. Hiroto is also resourceful, he knows exactly where his strengths lie and how to utilize them when the situation calls for it. And having been to many places around the world before coming to Beaumont Hills, it goes without saying that his worldly knowledge, which includes the supernaturals, is quite admirable.

weaknesses: While the Tails are the proof of a kitsune's might, they are also their biggest weakness. The destruction of a Tail causes excruciating physical pain to the fox spirit, which Hiroto could only describe as "more brutal than the worst kind of torture in the world", as well as a disruption in the kitsune's flow of energy that may render them unable to use their abilities up to days or even months. Additionally, kitsunes are also weak to mountain ash just like any other supernatural species. Asides from the aforementioned standard weaknesses of his kind, Hiroto isn't exactly the type who works well in a group setting, as kitsunes in nature are solitary creatures, and while his demeanor bears no ill-wills, those who know of his background may find him rather distrustful.

fears: The destruction of all Tails will not only cause a kitsune to lose all of their power, but also strip them of their immortality. And for Hiroto, this will also mean that his dream of entering Takamagahara will eternally be shattered. Such a scenario dreads Hiroto more than anything in the world, and he is willing go to any lengths to prevent the slightest chance of it ever happening.

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PERSONA
There is one thing that all kitsunes are known for and that is their knack for mischief, which Hiroto is no exception to. Not betraying his appearance, his usual behaviors are relaxing and his demeanor is childlike. Taking joy in simple things like being given a piece of candy, coming across a fluffy animal, pouting when something doesn't go his way - you can certainly tell when you meet him. He also loves to pull pranks on people and always try to get everyone to have a good laugh, as well as lighten up the atmosphere when everything gets somber. Perhaps, it is thanks to this characteristic of Hiroto that it had never been a difficult thing for him to build up many long-lasting relationships, despite never staying in one place for too long before coming to Beaumont. An approachable little sun ball that can shine wherever he goes, as commented by some of his acquaintances.

Yet, as much as Hiroto would love to stay naive, it is impossible to when you have lived for as long as he did. Having seen and experienced all sorts of flavors in life and having met all types of people one could possibly muster up, beneath his childish outlook lies a fiercely intelligent and calculative fox. He is almost never prone to panic, and rarely ever loses his temper. Even during the face of life and death, Hiroto can remain perfectly calm in order to analyze the situation for the best outcomes. While he will never do something above his morals, he has no qualms using any means there are as long as it is beneficial to him.

Due to his constant moving from here to there, he is never too attached to anyone, but Hiroto will always have your back as long as you have proven yourself to him. While seemingly shallow, he can easily surprise other people with his wisdom and is always open to lend an ear to someone if they ever need to. All in all, Hiroto is an individual who will always maintain an optimistic outlook on life. For him, what happened in the past stayed in the past, and it is the present and the unknown future ahead that matter.

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HISTORY
Naozuka doesn't really have a clue how or when did he come into being, but according to his earliest memory, he was but a minor kitsune that was raised among the other spirits within a forest deep within the state of Edo - known today as Tokyo, the capital city of Japan. Naozuka was unique in the sense that he was one of the very firsts of his kind, hence one of the most powerful as well. With his might, he took on the role as a guardian, protecting the spirits within the forest and the local human settlements from the onis - malevolent demonic spirits. Thanks for this deed, he was revered and cherished not only among the forest spirits and his kind, but also by the humans as well. Altars were built all across the woods of Edo in his name, in hopes of granting blessings to those who are in search of his aids.

Years, decades and eventually centuries passed by and Naozuka could only become more and more powerful, both in strength and wisdom. It wasn't before long until he had managed to grow and nurture eight Tails of his own, all of which are powerful arms that he can utilize to destroy any opponents standing in his path, continuing to bring and maintain peace across the lands. With just one more Tail, Naozuka will attain divinity, which in turn will allow him to pass through the Bridge of Heaven and settle in Takamagahara - the realm of the Gods. He was but merely two decades away from reaching his goal, until a tragedy struck.

On that fateful day, Naozuka was ambushed by a brilliant trap laid out by a group of a dozen hunters. They paralyzed him by dosages of mountain ash and force him to retain within his true form, during a time when he was the most vulnerable. It was by then that the hunters proceeded to cut away half the number of his Tails. The agony that he experienced was beyond any words and it was something that still give him occasional nightmares even now. Luckily, Naozuka managed to escape before they could harvest anymore of his beloved Tails.

The loss of his Tails not only traumatized him greatly, but also seethed him in the flames of anger like never before. Naozuka's wrath flared up the biggest fire that ever seen in Edo that nearly burned the city to the ground. After having tracked down every of the hunters who were responsible for the heinous act against him and murdered them in cold blood, not wanting his fellow kind to look at him in his weakened state and having betrayed his own oath that he took as a guardian, Naozuka fled Edo and Japan altogether.

His journey took him to many places around the world, yet he never stayed in one place for too long. Years after years, he wandered like a lost soul without an aim, until he got words from the hearsay of a mighty magical force called 'the nemeton' that is capable of conducting miracles in a town called Beaumont Hills. Hoping to find and somehow utilize this force to regain his lost Tails, Naozuka took on the identity of Hiroto Naozaki - a transferred Japanese high school boy. By now, he has settled in Beaumont Hills for nearly two years, longer than anywhere else he had been to. Many challenges are awaiting ahead of him, but he will not stop as long as there is at least a small chance of taking back what was his.

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So begins...

Hiroto Naozaki's Story

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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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Reagan Venandi

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The night was young, and student after student - anyone who was anyone - poured into the home of Kenneth Myers, one of Beaumont Hills' most popular kids from an extremely influencial family. That family, of whom most were out of town. Hence, tonight - a reckless party with music that thumped so loudly it drowned the cacophony of teenage fun for blocks. Not that they lived near anyone, anyhow. The mansion, complete with all the luxuries of a more than well-off family, sat atop the gentle green peak of the only hill in this small town. It was a private place, and it required driving to get to. Students carpooled with friends and hitched rides if they did not have one themselves.

Kenneth wasn't there to greet everyone that came in. He wasn't exactly the host of the year, much less even good human of the year. The senior was a huge asshole, but he felt entitled to it. He has been the Captain of the Lacrosse team for a long time, and this was the year that they will finally make it to compete at the state level. Everyone would be leaving for San Diego on Monday, followed by their little fan club. His parents didn't care, though, as they are a largely absent part of his life. Rather than help celebrate his success, they took their trip to Europe and left him to his own devices.

Reagan hadn't been to a party in quite a while. She has been carefully avoiding conversations with others, immersed in trying to pass high school. It was lucky for her that the principal allowed her to continue to her Senior year despite missing almost four months at the beginning of last year. She had her GPA and great work ethic to thank for the mercy of being able to graduate on time with her friends. Still, it felt weird to her to... celebrate anything. Yes, she was more than happy for their team. They have a chance to take the state and even go to nationals. They would make it there. Why wouldn't she be eager to applaud them? Tommy was part of that, and she's good friends with him. He had been a huge part of it, too.

On the outside, Reagan had changed dramatically. The young hunter's introduction into her dark family legacy and the supernatural world of Beaumont Hills had instilled more confidence and a better sense of self. However, it left a lot of things unanswered - the Alpha that had killed her father. He was dead, of course. Was he the last one? She was being plagued by nightmares that led to doubt. This new life opened her eyes, and it was hard to see the ugly truth of the world that she was now part of. Beneath the veil of normalcy, there is wicked darkness lurking among them. Acting like them. Even worse, looking like them. Monsters. Fiends. Things that preyed upon humans and soaked the history of this town richly in blood. She didn't know who to trust anymore, but... monsters couldn't be high schoolers, so she felt fine with her friends.

The mansion was utter chaos, as one would suspect. It almost seemed like the whole high school student body was fit into the space. It smelled like booze, sweaty teenage bodies, and weed. There was a whole lot of alcohol and weed. She put her best confident face on, brushed her hands over her dress to smooth it out, and click-clacked her way to the open entrance in her very uncomfortable red heels. She had left most of her things in the car, leaving her only with a small purse that clung to her shoulder and held mostly just a set of keys. Nothing bad would happen here. Nothing supernatural anyway.

Kenneth approached her quickly, and boy - he was a handsy guy. Reagan tried her best not to be rude about having to pry one of his hands off of her waist, but she didn't like him. At all. "Oh, Kenneth. Hi. Um, have you seen Tommy around? Is he here yet?" As she worked to get his roaming, drunk fingers away she snatched a peek over his shoulder to scan the room.

Whatever he said, she didn't catch it. Honestly, it sounded like incoherent mumbling or something slurred. In fact, he wasn't paying attention to her anymore because one of the cheerleaders walked past him. He unabashedly checked her out and immediately forgot that Reagan was even a person he was just talking to.

"Ugh, pig," she grumbled before squeezing her way past people in the foyer, then the living room, and ultimately outside where the air was freshest. During her walk outside, someone handed her a plastic red cup filled with an unknown clear substance. She drank it anyway, because like all teenagers - she thought she was immune and that date drugs were not real life. Nothing like that could happen to her. Then she disappeared into the crowd dancing near the pool and thought that she might as well as dance her night away. Being one of the school's popular girls, she melted seamlessly into the crowd.

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The Kitsune

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F A C E C L A I M
Yamada Ryosuke

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"Kicchan, which one is better for tonight? This one, or this one?" Hiroto draped two T-shirts, one in plain white and one decorated with sunflowers, over himself while standing in front of his roommate - Kanzaki, who was busying rummaging through the mountain of books stacked all over his working desk as always.

The other Japanese boy put down his book and gazed upon Hiroto. "Obviously the white one. Unless you want the whole stadium to looked at you like some sorts of alien from the realm of Lady Izanami." The young man answered with his usual snarky tone and deadpan expression, before returning his attention to whatever he was reading. Of course, staying with a-thousand-year-old fox spirit who always acts like a four-year-old child can be pretty more handful than one would imagine.

Hiroto pouted and stuck out his tongue at the younger boy, before taking off the T-shirt he was wearing and changed into the white shirt. "So, you're still not going to come, huh?" Hiroto suddenly went to Kanzaki's side, sat down on the floor and rested his head against the boy's calf, and gazed up to the boy with "the cutest, most irresistible" expression he could possibly muster up, "Don't leave me alone, pretty pleaseeeee ~"

Kanzaki sighed before turning to Hiroto, flicking him hard on the forehead, "Ouch." Hiroto let out a sound of displeasure before Kanzaki spoke up, "The answer is no. No and no. And that may have worked with those frat boys you hooked up with, but not with me, old man." He stressed the last part of the sentence especially hard, and it seemed to sting Hiroto even harder.

"Grrrr, always such a meanie. I'm gonna put extra wasabi in your lunch tomorrow." Hiroto pouted even more before standing up and put on his tie and jacket and headed to the door. "Well, I'd better leave now. The party won't last forever."

"Have fun, just not too much fun, please. I'm going to kick you out if tomorrow I see you sprang all over the couch all naked with a guy like last time. There's a place called 'hotel' existed for that." Kanzaki left a final remark before Hiroto walked out of the apartment. Sometimes he totally made me forget that this is my apartment... He rolled his eyes, but smiled. Kanzaki may shows himself to be a total meanie-face at times, but he pretty much is just a tsundere so it was fun teasing the boy. Other than that, it was difficult to find someone you can trust around here, and someone who is of the same birthplace at that, so Hiroto knows he can count on the boy.

The trip from his apartment to the Myers' mansion was undisturbed, thankfully. Not that Hiroto can't look after himself, but bumping into some rogues or hunters tonight was the last thing he wanted then. Upon entering the mansion, as expected, a rather chaotic crowd of teenagers dancing and bumping into each other was the first thing that greeted him. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed parties. It just that they could have held it outside the school yard or something, rather than stuffing them all into a giant box like this. He had never been a huge fan of confining spaces.

Gazing around, he searched for a place to grab a drink and managed to find one just a couple of meters away. Additionally, there was also a very familiar face to boot.

"Hey ~~ Tommy ~~" Hiroto called over to the boy who was standing and mixing alcohols in the bar, as he approached him and leaned his back casually against the counter. Tommy was one of the few in this town who knew of his supernatural status and vice versa. It was a sworn secret that they decided to keep between themselves and they have kept each other's company for the longest time. "Putting your superb mixing skill into good use, I see. Mind if I have one? Something with milk and strawberries would be nice ~" Yes, he knew there wasn't any milk nor strawberry but you just couldn't spell Hiroto without childish in it.

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

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the hunter | #3592a0 | outfit

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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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the human | #AB7448 | outfit

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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.

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Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Sherry Lin Character Portrait: Jasper Godfrey Character Portrait: Adeline Juneau Character Portrait: Briceson Briggs
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Sherry Lin | Myer's Residence | #6960EC | Outfit


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 Stareβ„’, 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.

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