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Sherry Lin

the banshee

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a character in “calamity”, as played by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

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S H E R R Y · L I N
Burn My Dread

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || Daiyu, Cheryl

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || Sixteen

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Female, cis

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || San Gabriel, California

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Bisexual (female preference).

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Impossible standards

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r o l e || The Banshee/ Gei-tung ( 乩童 )



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Image§ e y e s || Brown

§ h a i r || Black, brown, or blonde depending on how she wants to dye it!

§ h e i g h t || 5'6" (167 cm)

§ w e i g h t || 120 lb (54.4 kg)

§ s k i n || Pale

§ s c a r s || None

§ o t h e r || Red birthmark on the back of her neck

§ d e s c r i p t i o n || She is the precarious cliff side under a moonlit beach, the gnarled willow tree your park was built around. Her narrowed black eyes bore into you as if irritated that you're blocking whatever she was actually staring at. Though not all of her movements are deliberate, years of learning to "save face" and lectures from her mother have shaped her image. It is clear from her fashion sense to her words, that she carries herself with an air of icy, enigmatic grace. She prefers keeping herself "natural" by focusing on her skincare rather than her make-up and clothes herself in refined, but moderately-priced pieces. Pale skin, a lithe body, and red lips have drawn the attention of many, but her consistent rejections have rendered her untouchable.




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§ Sherry is a quiet, but deliberate girl. She chooses her words wisely and her conversational partners, even moreso. She sees no benefit to screaming into the void and small talk is useless. Spoken word should be about communicating ideas, logic, and purpose. Efficiency and action dictate her routine, never slowing down for anyone (including herself). She believes that if given enough motivation, anyone can achieve anything and excuses are for the weak.

She sees herself as a stoic, favoring rationality over emotion (or at least what she believes to be rational). That isn't to say that emotions are for the weak, but that she simply can't afford to have them. Grades, sports, band class, and social capital all weigh heavily on her mind so she has distilled her desires into ambition and fear of failure into ire.

Those who approach her will see one of two faces depending on who they might be. An adult, particularly one that her mother is propping her up for, will find a girl wiser and more pious than her peers. She curates her image among those she deems worthy of respect, but reacts coldly to everyone else. Whether you are a mousey bookworm or the alpha dog, she remains obstinate in the face of opposition, something that's left her with few acquaintances and even fewer friends. She has yet to find anyone she's willing to be vulnerable with and she intends to keep it that way.





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Image§Banshee Abilities:
The primary purpose of a banshee is supposed to be a death harbinger, someone who predicts and finds themselves attracted to death. Though her younger self automatically wandered towards whoever would die, she has tempered her death sense to a mere tingling and visions of where the death will happen. Through the banshee network, She can tap into the whispers of banshees from around the world. And like more powerful banshees, she can communicate and interact with ghosts around her. Recently, she has shown signs of telepathy. Rather than images or words, she can gather the general feelings or concepts that might be on a person's mind. In time, she may be able to read/interpret full sentences of those within her 25 foot range. When there are too many voices however, she can use her sonic scream to emit a shriek at a supernatural pitch. It allows her to drown outside noises and dial in on specific sounds. Though it can only be heard by non-human creatures, she can also use it offensively by channeling her scream through another part of her body and form a concussive blast. Moreover, she cannot be poisoned by Kamina venom or turned by a werewolf bite. She is however, still affected by magic and illusions.

§General Strengths:
Outside of her powers, Sherry shows her strength through her image. It's hard to strike fear into her much less obedience. She is stalwart in her beliefs and if something (or someone) means sacrificing her morals she will refuse. The idea of being a hypocrite sickens her, which is something that often seeps into her writing. Whether it's English or Chinese (traditional natch), she has a way with words and often prefers it to spoken word when communicating with people. Additionally, she prides herself on her observational skills. Growing up under a microscope meant that she needed awareness of her self, her surroundings, and the feelings of others.

§General Weaknesses
Like many teenagers, Sherry lacks sympathy. Despite understanding people's feelings, she doesn't understand why they supersede actions or results. Her idea of rationality is myopic, a product of her very narrow friend group. When faced with unsolvable problems, she lashes out at the nearest object, typically the papers in her journal. Sherry refuses to be wrong and has, in the past, lost friends who couldn't forgive her repeated transgressions.




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§ Sherry is the child of two immigrants, one from Guangdong and the other Vietnam who met in Los Angeles not too long after graduating college. As the oldest of two children, she received the brunt of her parents' expectations as well as the discipline that came with being the daughter of the family rather than the son. For as long as she could remember, her mother kept emphasizing how important it was that she learned piano and spent her free time working on her writing.

Contrary to the stereotype of engineering, law, or medicine, her parents were open to alternative career fields so long as their children were the best at what they were pursuing. In Sherry's case, it was writing. From a young age, she enjoyed reading, writing, and especially, television. Watching cartoons and dramas fueled her love of fiction while the "ghosts" she listened to gave her characters life. Since she was five, she could see and communicate with other banshees, though she often had trouble deciphering what they meant. The myriad of different languages and locations overloaded her senses and often forced her into a dissociative state that often ended in an embarrassing shriek.

The only time Sherry found reprieve was while sleeping but that soon evaporated as she began sleepwalking. At first her parents led her back to her bed. Then they locked the door. Then they argued with a doctor who reassured them it was normal for children to sleepwalk. The truth behind her erratic behavior finally came to head when she reawakened next to the body of a dead monk. There was no true equivalent to the banshee in Chinese mythology aside from the typical yaogui (and she was certainly not one of those) so they used 乩童 instead. Divining youth. She wasn't old enough to be 問米; 問覡 according to her mother.

She has this secret for the past six years and intends to for the rest of her life. Both she and her family agreed that nothing could be gained from pursuing the dead (save for their ancestors) and that her powers were better off being suppressed rather than cultivated. Nonetheless, Sherry still can't seem to shy away from death and has ended up either near or at the scene of a death (human or otherwise), leading her mom's friends to gossip about her deathly touch. Still, she's managed to establish herself as a capable woman (if not slightly scary) woman after transferring to Beaumont Hills' high school her sophomore year.



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So begins...

Sherry Lin's Story

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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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She hated it here.

The mess of cars, the booming music, the smell of weed and alcohol wafting out of the doorway. The Myers' mansion was hardly impressive either. Its large windows were marred with rainbow lights. The would-be immaculate lawn had bits of vomit. The five hundred bulb chandelier screamed excess and opulence.

The funniest part was that it wasn't even the largest mansion she'd ever seen. The Lo Po Bia family had the largest house among the wealthy Asian elites of southern California as well as the smartest offspring, a fact that her mom would never let Sherry forget. Lo Po Bia Elaine in particular had a reputation among the first generation as the golden child aspire to and she just so happened to be attending the party. That wasn't why Sherry was here however.

The ghost of (one) Werewolf's past yanked her from a pleasant shower after tennis practice and the subsequent screech did nothing to deter him from barking orders at her to protect his granddaughter. The Asian girl slammed the door in his face but that did nothing to prevent him from sticking his head through the door and rambling on about the "chill in his bones." It wasn't enough that she had to dress herself up to party standard (per her self-imposed wishes), she had to throw around Elaine's name in order to convince her parents that she wouldn't end up drinking, smoking, having sex, or getting kidnapped. Because kidnapping was something that definitely happened at parties.

An icy "I'm already headed inside. Leave." left her lips before she walked up the steps and into the cesspool of hedonism.

Lucky for her, everyone was too self-absorbed to notice her crashing the party or perhaps, her "touch me and die" vibe kept most of the partygoers. Their minds contained nothing more than drugs and horniness, both of which Kenneth had in spades. Though his thoughts were muddled, Sherry could practically trace the trail of his groping, stumbling from girl to the next under the guise of a friendly greeting. She was no exception given that as soon as Kenneth finished greeting one of his friends, he swerved towards her.

"Sherry! Sher-ry! You should've told me you were coming. I would have bought a bottle o' sake for youuuuuuuu," he slurred.

"Where's AJ?" she asked.

"Her? I dunno but I'm sure she'll show up soon. In the meantime why don't you and me-"

Despite his previous sleaziness, her glare seemed to slap the alcohol right out of him, his hand freezing short of her waist. Though she wasn't the face of fear, it was clear that her expression was enough to give him pause. His jumbled thoughts materialized as feelings of awkwardness, unsure whether the right choice was to apologize or leave.

"Forget it," she sighed, dodging past him.

Sherry walked with purpose, her mind darting from one person to the next. She couldn't calm the pounding in her ears. The toll of the dead weighed on her shoulders and the fact that she didn't know who was going to die meant that she was liable to start wandering towards the corpse, whoever they might be. She prided herself on how well she reined in her banshee side and she would be damned if she lost control in front of all her peers.

"God I hate it here,"
she muttered to herself before descending into the crowd.

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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.

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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.