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Riley Montgomery

The Werecoyote

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a character in “calamity”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

Description



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"When you stare into the abyss long enough, it starts looking back into you."






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F U L LXN A M E
Riley Vasco Montgomery

N I C K N A M E (S)
Riles | Most commonly used by her friends
Vasco | Used by certain few people
Ry | Used by her sister
Montgomery | Used by teachers and faculty members of the school

B I R T H D A Y
October 25nd | Scorpio

A G E
Eighteen

R O L E
Werecoyte | New Girl

S E X U A L I T Y
Panromantic | Demisexual | Female preference

E T H N I C I T Y
40% Welsh, 10% German, 50% Russian

H O M E T O W N
Phoenix, Arizona

H E X
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S T Y L E
Her sense of style is something some would consider an oddity, especially for her age. Riley can usually be seen darker colors, anything from sweaters, jackets, hoodies, and t-shirts, to sundresses and things on the formal end of fashion. She'll gladly wear jeans, boots, and a t shirt for the night on the town, or sweat pants and sweaters on a cold night in her house. Whatever the occasion, she will always be seen with her 8mm gages that she has in both ears. She'll also be seen with an old locket, no one knows what's inside of the locket and she prefers to keep it that way as she always keeps it on a tight chain around her neck.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 3" | 115lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Riley has piercing, jade green eyes, with light brown and dull golden flecks in them, beneath expressive and full eyebrows. Because of her scars, she abstains from wearing a lot of skin-revealing clothing and because of that, when she goes outside she wears layers of clothing, regardless of the weather. Because of this preference, her smooth pale skin is almost ivory and is extremely soft to the touch. She has a slim build that has been toned from private training with her friends and natural curves. She has soft, plump lips that are of a rosy shade. Long, dark blonde, hair cascades down her shoulders and back in natural, soft waves and is almost always seen down or in ponytails. But, that's just what's on the surface. She has scars all over her body, mainly the one on her back, that she tends to keep hidden by wearing long sleeve garments or loose-fitting clothes. Some people have asked in the past why and where they came from, all she ever says was that they were caused by an accident, and that is the most that she has to say about them.



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L I K E S
Coffee, seeing as she usually always has it in hand and almost lives off of it | Nature, first and foremost she loves and adores nature. From animals and sounds of nature itself, something about it brings a sense of peace and calmness to her as it usually helps tame the beast inside of her | Horror and scary movies, she loves the feeling of the rush that horror films give her, but they have to be the classics, as the modern-day ones seem too predictable and not scary to her, if anything she finds them funny | Music, it doesn't matter what kind it is, except for country and rap, she will always have music playing wherever she goes as it helps her concentrate and remain calm | Piano, guitar, and violin, something about those instruments to her are one of the few things she found herself spending the most time with from an early age due to her father | Art, Riley has a massive love for all art pieces, something about getting a peek into someone else's mind through art has always fascinated her | Photography, she can always be seen with a camera in her hand no matter where she is | Sweets, as mentioned before she has a love for anything that is sweet and contains sugar, especially cookies and cakes. If you offer her food you'll be more than likely on her good side until you manage to piss her off enough | Supernatural things, and anything that pertains to it. Since being turned she has an obsession with it and can usually always be found with a book of some sort with her as she is always learning and looking for more things to help her understand the new world around her, as well as herself |

D I S L I K E S
Sour Foods, something about the taste and consistency they have always given her a stomachache afterward | Silence, as it causes massive waves of anxiety to rush through her | Loud or sudden noises, as they can be unpredictable anything that goes off without warning scares her more than they do to others, seeing as her hearing is higher and sharer than the average persons | Cars, she hates anything to do with cars ever since she was a child and would gladly walk through the coldest weather to get to where she needs to be than get into a car, if not taking a ride on her own bike | Hurting anyone else, the last thing she wants to do is hurt anyone else ever again so as often as she can she prefers to be by herself | Herself, as mentioned prior, she doesn't like the idea of possibly hurting anyone else, which in turn has caused her to have some self-hate for having hurt the people she loved in the past | The Moon, seeing as it takes control of her, causing her to possibly harm others has caused to dispise one of the few things she used to love | Hunters, seeing what they've done to others just like her, she has a natural hatred towards them and is cautious of most people ever since she turned | Liars, she can't stand people that lie and when someone is proven to be a liar any and all trust she had in that person is gone, resulting in her trusting very few people | Smoking, she absolutely hates it, anything from the smell and taste to even the mention of it. She tried it once and almost threw up afterwards, she just doesn't understand how anyone can smoke that toxic garbage |



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P E R S O N A
She is a bit of an oddity, to say the least. Normally she is a shy, quiet, socially awkward recluse that is constantly home due to the fear of accidentally hurting someone or she's simply not feeling it and would rather stay in her room and work, play video games, or read some light novels in her room by herself with some soft music in the background while drinking tea or coffee. But at the same time, she can be a happy and bubbly outgoing person who wants to go out on the town and go to bars and clubs with her few friends, that once she gets drunk enough she is easily a flirt with her friends when normally she is rather awkward and reserved.

Much like the animal that she possesses the attributes of, she is one that is easy to piss off and be angered easily and as some of her friends have referred to her as "hot-headed", or easily angered and has some issues keeping her temper. She can be happy and laughing with friends one second and something can be said and she can easily be upset and storms off until she calms down enough to come back and go back to having a good time with her friends. When left alone with certain people she is seen as kind and caring, as well as a good listener and shoulder to cry on from time to time, always happy to lend a listening ear from those she holds close. But even then for those, she holds close, she holds them at an arms reach and then some, never wanting to get too close to someone in case she hurts someone else again, and if she were to she could never forgive herself. Which is another reason why she feels like the odd one out in her friend group, a small voice at the back of her mind constantly telling her that they don't actually like her but find her more of a burden and sometimes even a freak, which causes her to stay at home and only really go out when her friends reach out to her first or if her sister pushes her to go out for a bit, otherwise she could continue living in her home for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, deep down she is a lost, damaged, confused, scared girl that just really needs a guiding hand to help her overcome her struggles and past traumas, as well as help overcome her self hatred and learn to let go of the past and move on. But until that day comes, if it ever does, she remains the same old Riley that she's always been. The scared and lonely, emotionally vulnerable person that simply needs someone to be there for her and help her move passed all the bad things and learn to live life to the fullest and accept herself for who, and what she has recently become.



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F A M I L Y

Juliet Montgomery | Mother | 42 | Human | Deceased |

Riley and her mother had been close at best and distant at worst of times when she was younger. Which happened to be more often than not as Riley was the "Black Sheep" in her family. As their relationship had been estranged and distant for years, while her passing was hard for Riley at first, she was able to move on from it rather easily as time had passed.

| Nathaniel Montgomery | Father | 43 | Human | Deceased |
Riley and her father were much more close than her and her mother, which had caused even more of a distance in the family. Her father was the main reason why she had such a love for music growing up as he had been a well-known musician and photographer in the past in their hometown and had made sure that both his daughters had played at least one instrument when they grew up, which caused their bond to be stronger than it otherwise would have. When he died she was broken and it had taken months to almost a year to fully get over his passing after the accident, but even still then she still has hard times thinking about him and the fact that he is gone.

| Ellen "Ellie" Montgomery | Sister | Age: 24 | Human | Alive and Well |
Growing up the sisters had been close beside the age gap. They did everything together and were always with each other until they got older and grew up as time passed, but their love for video games and art and things like D&D and anything that was relatively nerdy had kept their bond close. But due to their parents passing, their bond grew even closer as Riley had no one else to turn to or anywhere else to go, and so Ellen had taken her in and moved halfway across the country, where they are now. She tries to keep a close eye on her younger sister as she worries about her constantly, but she knows she can handle herself, it's more so out of fear of her hurting someone else, or having her heart broken, again.



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H I S T O R I A

Riley grew up having a normal childhood, or as normal as one would be able to consider that she was more or less raised by her sister comparatively to her parents. Despite the lack of her parents really being there, life was good for her and her older sister, they lived as much of a privileged life as their parents could let them as they were both hard-working people and made a name for themselves as their mother was a Housing Agent and their father was a well-known photographer and musician who would often be away on unknown business trips. They lived their lives day to day and as close as they could until Riley turned fifteen, the day her life would turn things on their head. She showed an interest in the supernatural, and when her father found out, he absolutely flipped his lid, which only raised red flags to her and her sister. They didn't understand why he forbade it, anything from even talking about it to sneaking in books about them. They simply thought he was only paranoid and controlling over that small area and didn't understand why.

At least it remained that way until one day they got a call for them to go to the hospital, their father had been severely wounded and they'd need to go see him. When they arrived they saw him in a hospital bed, covered in wounds, his appearance was almost unrecognizable. It was then that he told his family the truth. He was an ex Hunter who was occasionally called on for trips to see what was going on in other states, resulting in him being away for long periods of time. He forbade it as it was the very thing his father had raised him to hate, as they were in a family of secret hunters, often remaining unknown as being public about it was outside of the hunter's code, as well as making him a target by the supernatural. Weeks shortly after he passed away at the hospital due to his wounds, but not before telling his daughters they were never to tell anyone else, and that their line of Hunters was to end with him. They didn't know if he was being serious or not, but they headed his warnings and promised to never get involved with strangers or propositions from others.

It was when Riley was sixteen that her life truly changed. Life had slowly started to go back to normal as a year had passed by after their father's death. They had decided to go on their yearly camp outing, as the day had passed by, both their mother and Ellen had gone to go get more supplies, leaving Riley by herself at the camp. She ensured them that she would be fine and that they'd only be done for an hour or so. After time had passed by, she got the feeling that something was wrong. They weren't back yet and almost two hours had passed by when she finally noticed, that and something felt off. It was the feeling one gets when they feel a pair of eyes are on them, and it felt like there were dozens of eyes watching her every move. The last thing she remembers was shining the light out into the desert so she could see, and what looked back at her made her scream. There were roughly six, oddly large coyotes staring at her from the darkness. She had lived close by the desert, and something like this wouldn't have normally scared her, if they weren't so close to her, as well as staring directly at her, all in unison.

The next thing she remembered was waking up in the hospital a few days later. She was asked about what she remembered, and she recounted all that she could remember. It was then that she was told that a park ranger had managed to drive by and saw a remotely deserted camp, all except for her. She was unconscious on the cold desert ground, with a large wound on her back, it was a mix of claw and bite marks, seeming to make a canvas out of the right side of the back of her shoulders, all the way down to the small of her back. It was then that she was also notified that there was an accident that same night as well. There was a wreck on the road back to the highway into town, her mother was pronounced dead on the scene while her sister was badly injured, and was thankfully wearing her seatbelt or she would have been ejected from the car through the windshield. All Ellen could recount from that was that something big slammed into their car, flipping the car over until everything went black for her.

After they were both let out of the hospital they had no idea on what to do. Ellen was simply visiting her family while she was away from college, but she couldn't just leave her sister. Months had passed while they planned on what to do, should they stay in Phoenix, or should they move to another state entirely and start over? It was only after Riley had her first transformation that the choice became obvious. She was home alone when it started, the full moon was out, and Riley changed for the first time. Her bones and body breaking and changing, shifting around under her skin until she finally changed into the form of a coyote. Her mind was racked with the lust for blood, death, and a kill. She ran out of the front door, and didn't return until morning. Ellen had found her passed out in the backyard, naked, covered in blood and in a confused state. She couldn't remember what had happened, or if she killed anyone. They fled the same day to Beaumont Hills, California, is the search of safety in a small town.

Since then, they have lived a life of secrecy and privacy. Making sure whenever Riley would transform, that she was somewhere safe and far away from people. Often leaving her in the woods at the outskirts of the town until morning. Riley has since lived a life of shame and self-hatred, at the very thought if she wasn't careful, she would end up hurting her sister or someone else she could care about. Since then it has been a year that they live in the small town, and this year she's enrolled in the local high school, having made not many friends, if any, she finds herself alone and confused in this new school as she hopes to find some answers to what exactly happened to her, hoping that there's someone else out there that's like her, and that can help her.






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R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Single | Is scared, but would be willing to date someone if she was sure she couldn't hurt them


T H E B E A ST

She is able to shapeshift into a full animalistic coyote form and a coyote-humanoid form like werewolves, with elongated canine teeth, a more prominent jaw, and golden glowing eyes. As she is a werecoyote, she can easily go back and forth between her coyote and human form at will which she will only ever do if she really has to, as she isn't much of a fan of having to shift constantly.

S T R E N G T H S
Heightened Senses: She can smell, see and hear things far better than humans and can usually sense things before they do.
Accelerated Healing: Her healing factor is much faster than most humans and she can easily heal from most injuries that aren't exactly life-threatening.
Enhanced Agility: She can jump, run, climb and react faster than humans, resulting in her being rather good at sports and physical activities even though she isn't the biggest fan of sports.
Enhanced Strength: She isn't the strongest, as that's reserved for the Werewolves, but she is rather strong in her own right as WereCoyotes are just as strong of a supernatural being, and making her be easily stronger than any human being.

W E A K N E S S E S
Full Moon: The full moon causes her to want to transform, and to shapeshift more easily as a result. Her abilities are at their strongest during a full moon. Unlike those that are born as werecoyotes that learn to control their urges and shifting, she has a hard time controlling her transformations and is often out of control and is let loose until she calms down, which often makes it a particularly dangerous time for her to be around people. She's hoping she can find someone else like her, no matter what species, and hopes that they could be a tutor to her and help her control what she refers to as The Beast as all she wants to do is live a normal life again, or as normal as she could now.
Lunar Eclipse: During the lunar eclipse, she completely loses all of her supernatural talents and abilities, simply rendering her to her human form, which makes her an easy target to Hunters.
Wolvesbane: Wolvesbane is highly poisonous to her and she tries to stay away from it at all costs.
Mountain Ash: A circle of Mountain Ash can completely trap her inside, making her a victim from multiple or ranged attacks from multiple Hunters, or one very skilled and deadly one.


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Riley Montgomery's Story

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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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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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"You ready, Ry?" a voice came from behind the other side of the door of Riley's room. Silence filled the room for a few moments until the door opened to reveal the face of Riley, who had a rather unamused and annoyed look on her face. "Does it look like I'm ready for this?" she questioned as she was still in her normal clothing, which was black sweatpants, a plain graphic t-shirt, and a baggy zip-up hoodie. One of her classmates was throwing another big party, and most of the school was going, but it was something Riley hadn't been anticipating or really wanting to attend. Especially with her being an introvert on top of not wanting to go out and be by herself surrounded by people that properly knew each other and were friends or were in relationships. She'd feel out of place and wouldn't want to be around people like that longer than she'd really have to.

"Why aren't you ready yet? You have to be there in ten minutes!" her older sister exclaimed as she walked over to the closet and looked through the clothes, trying to find something last minute that she could wear. "Ready for what? A high school party full of horny teens that will be getting drunk and more than likely hooking up after or even at the party? I'd rather not be the only one standing out and feeling awkward the whole time, El. Besides, I don't think mixing me in with hormones and alcohol is a good idea." she retorted as she sat on the bed, looking at her sister who was still looking through the closet for something, anything at this point. "I got it!" Ellen exclaimed as she pulled out a flannel, and pants from the closet, holding them up to her. "You really want me to go dressed like that?" Riley questioned, as Ellen had been recently trying to get her to wear dresses or something more feminine for the past three weeks for this. Something that Riley had been entirely against up until this point.

Ellen turned back and looked at her after setting the clothes on the bed, arms crossed as she looked at Riley, "Well if you didn't delay this for so long as well as put down every other outfit I suggested, you would have had something much nicer than this. But it'll have to do. Hurry up and get dressed and ready, you have like five minutes now or you'll be late. Well, later than you already are." Ellen insisted as she pushed the clothing into Riley's arms and pushed her into the bathroom to change and get ready. A few short minutes later, Riley exited the bathroom, dressed in the outfit Ellen picked out, with a rather neutral expression, "Do I really have to go to this thing? No one would even notice I wasn't there, nor would anyone be saddened by it, El. I'm not exactly Miss Popular." she insisted, simply trying to weasel her way out of going. It was true though, she didn't really have many friends, if any really, and she didn't think they'd even notice if she didn't show up to it, as she was rather new in comparison and a loner for the most part.

Riley had attended a few festivities that the school put on since she first attended the school the year prior, as well as a few house parties, but she hadn't really had any fun or even felt like she belonged there. Things just, never felt right since two years ago. Ellen simply nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead and a gentle hug, "You'll have fun, you deserve to go out and be a normal kid.." she said softly as she stood back and looked at her sister with a small smile, Riley only sighed as she gathered her things, "Kind of hard to be normal when you're me and you can turn into a fucking monster...But I'll try to have a good time, just don't be surprised if I come back early.." she muttered as she walked passed her sister and out of her room, grabbing her keys and other things as she made her way out of the house. They lived in the northern side of town, far away from people and the more populated part of town, towards the forest and woods, as a way of keeping them out of the public eye, as well as Ellen having a good amount of money to get a nice place as they had. It was a score of a house and was easily affordable for her as she had a good job and they managed to get it for a good price. Riley had finally made it to the address she was given days prior, and by the time she checked her watch she was very late, easily about half an hour late to be exact. That's one way to make a grand entrance, being extraordinarily late, way to go, Riles, she thought to herself.

The home was a lot larger than she had expected, and to be honest, it only made things worse as she felt even more out of place than she would have felt otherwise. Riley slowly walked up to the all too large house, which had already audible music coming from inside, she knocked at first and awaited an answer. She began to place her hand on the doorknob to open it when the door flung open, almost knocking her off her feet, "Oh shit! That's my bad-Oh hey, you're the new girl, right? Riley? Or something like that?" the boy slurred, clearly far too drunk already. Riley gave him a fake smile as she dusted herself off as well as giving a small nod, "Yeah, hey Kenneth. Sorry I'm late. It uh, took me a bit longer than expected to get here." she said with a small smile. Kenneth gave her all too large of a grin as he took another sip from the red funnel cup in his hand, motioning her inside the house, placing his hand along her waist as he did so. "We're all friends here, Rile. Welcome on in. You're looking-Well, good." the smell of alcohol dripped off of him like poison, almost overbearingly so to the werecoyote.

Riley gave him a small awkward chuckle and stepped passed him, exchanging some not very interesting small talk before he buggered off and went to chat someone else up. She slowly made her way through the home, taking in everything as well as she could. Best to familiarize yourself with the area around you, even if nothing bad happened, it was best to know where everything was. Just to be on the safe side.

Riley initially planned to stay indoors for at least some time, but after being in there for several minutes, with overly loud music, too many people for her taste, and the overbearing scent of sweat and alcohol, her senses were pushed into overdrive. Her heart began racing, her mind was overcrowded with thoughts, and her anxiety began to slowly rise. Riley found herself stepping backward and into the outdoor patio, where less people were. Smaller groups tended to stay outdoors compared to inside, for some odd reason. The werecoyote found herself gripping onto one of the railings next to the small botanical garden to the side, her eyes fluctuated from her normal dark hazel to a dark yellow, and then back to her natural color as she held her head. She could feel herself slowly growing dizzy and sat down on one of the benches, holding her head as she continued to stare down at the floor. A figure slowly approached her, but Riley didn't pay her much attention, simply being asked something that she didn't quiet understand but assumed she was asked if she was okay. The girl wandered off, and shortly came back with a red plastic cup, forcing it into Riley's hands and saying she'd feel better after she drank some. Riley quirked an eyebrow for a moment, eyeing the light golden liquid in the cup. She knew full well what it was, looking back up at the girl, who only gave her a small smirk and wink, raising the plastic cup and downed her drink before turning away and left Riley to herself. "Fuck it.." she mumbled, quickly downing the alcohol in one go, the burn took over for a moment as she coughed heavily. She had never had any form of alcohol before and wasn't expecting to find god damn straight whiskey in a funnel cup, so she just silently sat there on the bench, alone to her thoughts as she tried to calm herself down, if she could.

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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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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.

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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 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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