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Thomas Jackson

the kanima

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a character in “calamity”, as played by LawfulAnnon

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THOMAS JACKSON
the shape you take reflects the person that you are

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name: thomas mason jackson
nicknames: tommy, jackson
age: seventeen
birthdate: november 22nd
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species: kanima
sexuality: pansexual
hometown: beaumont hills, ca
hex: #153d88





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APPEARANCE
As a child, Tommy was an awkward, overweight child. He would wear these huge, ugly glasses which made him the focus of childhood bullying. It wasn't until he was bitten that his more attractive features became prominent. Tommy went from overweight to lean and muscular, despite not being athletic. He rose seven inches, standing proudly at 6'2. Tommy has a sweet face and smile, highlighted by his blue-grey eyes are the only thing that haven't changed. A sprinkle of moles dot his neck and jawline. His overall style is very lazy and messy. Clothing quality depends on what the foster family is willing to spend on him, not that he needs expensive clothing. His dark blonde hair is never style, always in messy waves that stick out everywhere. Tommy prefers layers with his clothing, no matter the heat. Ripped jeans and hoodies are his go, a clean T-shirt if he's feeling fancy.

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ABILITIES
Tommy has been a kanima since he was fourteen. Through a lot of hard work, mostly on his own, he has managed to keep the kanima under control and away from a master. Being that a kanima is mutation of the werewolf gene, Tommy has many of the abilities a werewolf has: sense, speed, durability, healing, strength. Major differences include his shifted form resembles a lizard, with reptilian skin, claws, a tail, and yellow, snake eyes. Tommy can go into a half-shift and full shift with ease, but it gives his kanima side more control. Tommy can also exert poison from his tail and claws when shifted, rendering his victim paralyzed. He also has the ability to to climb walls and hang from it. In his full form, Thomas's scent is unrecognizable and cannot be tracked by other werewolves or supernatural creatures. Tommy forcefully shifts during a full moon, and he is at his strongest. The kanima has some resistance to purple mountain ash, so yellow mountain ash must be used to contain him. His full form is afraid of his own reflection and will flee when faced with it. He seeks a master and will begin to take on the voice and traits of his master, including their fears.

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likes: wandering, concerts, dark colors, snakes, food trucks, english class, midnight swims, amusement parks, tequila, foreign languages, hoodies, urban exploring, road trips, drawing, climbing, cold water, meat lovers pizza, waking up early, dogs, researching, smoking

dislikes: being ignored, science, forced participation, libraries, the full moon, hot weather, silence, horror movies, silence, skinny jeans, riddles, arguing, tabloids, sappy movies, lightning, sweet coffee, being inside for too long, birds, hunters, people who overshare, having his photo taken

strengths: determined, empathetic, charismatic, logical, independent, brave, athleticism

weaknesses: secretive, cynical, deceitful, paranoid, vindictive, stubborn, thrill seeker

fears: rejection, killing someone he cares for, birds, the truth of what happened to his family, lightening, an evil master.

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PERSONA
Thomas has always been a private guy, preferring to keep his problems and issues to himself. He learned that you must rely on yourself before you turn to others early, which makes him a difficult person to truly befriend. Thomas doesn't want to disappoint or let down those he lets in, but he keeps people at an arm length, some from personal trauma and the rest from the fact he's a giant lizard. The kanima is a creature of vengeance and that part seems to have seeped into his personality. Thomas has trouble with forgiving people who have wronged him. He can become vindictive when pushed far enough, refusing to see reason.

Despite his personal attitude, Thomas has always had this magnetic, charisma about him that draws others to him. He doesn't try to attract people, but they seem to come to him. Maybe its his quick wit, always ready with retort or his cynical yet laughable jokes that he seems to have ready constantly. Thomas has been the class clown as long as he can remember. He isn't afraid to poke fun at himself or be the butt of a joke. It could be said he desperately needs the attention or needs to validated by others. You wouldn't be off to think so with the way he seems to change when he hangs around people, like he tries to be something he's not.

While Thomas can come off as distant prankster, he has good intentions when he isn't serving himself. Before his transformation, he was empathetic, able to feel everything that other beings do—whether humans or animals. His intuition is almost always right when he's reading people, increased by his new supernatural status. He has a soft spot for defenseless creatures, not wanting anyone to suffer pain. He can't betray this attitude however. Weakness can be taken advantage of and more is at risk when you're a psycho lizard.


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HISTORY
Imagine you're seven years old and you wake up in the rain. You are completely alone and you don't remember anything, besides your name. Thomas remembers being in a police station, confused and lost. The police had no leads on his family or where he had come from. It was like he appeared out of thin air. Thomas spent most of his childhood shuffling from foster home to foster home. He had some good families and some bad ones, but he never felt at home in any of them. Whenever other children would share their stories of their families, Thomas never had a story to share. He was the mystery child so his foster siblings would make up stories of what happened to him. It was fun to pretend maybe they were out there searching for them, but the not knowing was killing him.

In yet another new town, fourteen-year old Thomas and his new group of 'friends' decided to check out a party in the woods. They ended up getting separated when his friends ditched him when Tommy began to complain about how they were lost. As Thomas attempted to make his way back home, he was attacked. He remembers seeing bright red eyes and the pain of something being injected in his torso, before something else attacked whatever was attacking him, not that Thomas stayed behind to watch. He hurried home and locked himself in the bathroom, only to see a deep bite wound. Thomas attempted to tell his friends and foster parents, but they thought he was making it up.

At first, everything was normal. Thomas felt fine and his injury healed quickly. He began to notice odd changes. All of his sense became heightened and a normally stumbling boy became graceful and athletic. Thomas wasn't aware what was happening until a set of murders began to pop in the area. Everyone said it was an animal attack, but Thomas knew he had something to do with it. He would wake up nights in a random area, with blood all over him. It wasn't until he woke up in a circle of some kind of ash that a man nearby confessed to biting him. He explained what was happening to him, only to later admit he killed Thomas's master and was going to kill him. Some fasting thinking from Thomas saved his life and helped him to escape.

Thomas began to spend weeks researching his affliction and how to stay away from potential masters. He practiced self control in a safe space to ensure he wouldn't be at the mercy of another master. Since he had been bitten, Thomas began to gain glimpses of memories. He remembers a family and a house, but it's blurry. One thing was clear: Beaumont Hills. Being a kanima would only end in disaster and according to Thomas's research, he had to make peace with his past. It laid with Beaumont Hills and he managed to talk to his social worker into finding him a home there.

Having been at Beaumont Hills for a few weeks, the adjustment was easy, especially when you're used to it. He's been living with Harrison and Caroline Avery, a police officer and lawyer couple who take in troubled youth. He quickly made a name for himself as a class clown and for being recruited by the lacrosse coach to play. While this is fine for now, he's trying to find information about his family. He's aware of the supernatural in town and while he feels the draw to the Nemeton, the truth of his past is more important.


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So begins...

Thomas Jackson'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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AJ glared at her brother as he parked in front of Kenneth Myers's house. The arrogant, obnoxious lacrosse player tormented her for most of grade school and is currently the main force keeping her off the lacrosse team. The last thing she wanted was to attend one of his parties, but a family rule of 'sticking together' her mom created forced the siblings to go to events together or not at all. Marcel had begged and pleaded for her to agree to come and AJ agreed, after he promised to do her chores for the next two weeks. The already loud music became louder as they approached. AJ dropped her shoulders and groaned in annoyance. Werewolf hearing is sensitive and tuning sounds out is a skill Grandpa didn't spend a ton of time teaching her. AJ stopped her approach, crossing her arms with a disgruntled expression.

"Look, I know you don't want to be here and Kenneth isn't your favorite person in the world." Marcel sighed, a pleading expression on his face. "I'm still the new guy on the team. And Kenneth said if I didn't show then I'd stay on bench for the rest of the season. You don't have to talk to him and we can leave in a couple hours if you want." AJ knew Kenneth was doing a sick power move by allowing her brother on the lacrosse team instead of her. She was better, stronger, than Marc, but the boys on the team refused to see it. AJ punched him in the arm, but by the way her brother rubbed his arm, the werewolf strength might've come out. "Whatever, dusty. Maybe we can get you a little better at lacrosse so you don't need to kiss ass."

AJ couldn't count the amount of people in house, but she could smell all of them and the puking, sex, and beer smell was nauseating. It wasn't that AJ didn't like parties. However, not being able to get drunk and going wild with people who didn't like her was less than appealing. She turned to talk to Marcel, but found him talking to Kenneth, ditching her like always. If that wasn't bad enough, the sight of Tommy Jackson doing a keg stand surrounded by a crowd of cheering fans, chanting his name. Tommy embodied everything she hated in one person: an overly confident jock who walked in and instantly became the school hotshot. His charm was dangerous and, thankfully, AJ was immune. Something was off about him, supernatural in some nature though she had no proof. Thus, their rivalry began.

A cup of beer was placed into her hand by a passing classmate, whom gave her a quick wink. AJ smirked, taking a drink despite the gag she hide from the cheap, disgusting, beer. She needed a distraction. The classmate who gave her the beer was Hannah Reed, cheerleader and past prom queen nominee. Following her into a crowded dance floor? Anytime. AJ set down her drink and followed that fiery red hair into the crowd of dancers.


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Partying at a spoiled rich kid's house? Any day of the week. Tommy was one of the first to arrive at Kenneth's house. The team was having a pregame before everyone else arrived. The rookies on the team weren't allowed, but Tommy had made the winning shot that allowed their team to qualify to go to state so his attendance was allowed. Plus, Kenneth likes him and is already talking about making Tommy captain after he graduates. He smiled and nodded at Kenneth's grand plan to continue his legacy with him. Internally, he was rolling his eyes and wondering how Kenneth didn't get headaches from his giant ego.

The cheers from his one minute and fifteen second keg stand would be the talk of school next week. King of the Keg is apparently his new title, according to a group of girls talking about nearby. Being a kanima has it's perks, like hearing who is talking about him or when his so-called rival arrived. Adeline Juneau. The jealousy radiating off of her was very telling, as well the scent of a supernatural. She was something, not that Tommy knew... yet. The supernatural might be the key to finding out why he remembers Beaumont Hills. AJ and him met eyes and Tommy returned her glare with a flirty smile and a wink. Getting on AJ's nerves is the highlight of his week, though she thinks otherwise.

"TOMMY! You are the man." Kenneth appeared out nowhere, pulling Tommy into a bro hug. "You beat my record, bro. Damn... we a-are going t-to STATE! W-we did it... man. H-how are you... not w-wasted?" Kenneth's drunkenness was not surprising. He always went too hard and has probably felt up every girl at this party. "Guess I need to do another keg stand then," Tommy joked as he put Kenneth into a head lock, ruffling his hair. They may act like bros, but Thomas couldn't stand the guy. Too much pompous and arrogance, but a good friend to have if you didn't want to be an outcast in high school. Kenneth laughed before stumbling after another girl who walked by.

Tommy spot several familiar faces at the party, some new and some old. However, the real eye catcher was the alcohol table. The bartender was clearly out of their element, because everything tasted like piss. His heightened senses was a godsend when it came to mixing beverages. Cheap liquors can be good if done right. So Tommy made his way to the table putting his sensitive senses to good use.

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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 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.