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Oren Alberi

"It's an honor to be a Wanderer? What planet do you live on?"

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a character in “House of the Wanderers”, as played by usernamesareadrag

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Oren Alberi
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Name:
Oren Alberi

Age:
Twenty-Years-Old

Gender:
Male

Sexual Preference:
Pansexual. While those who live in the Woodland Province don't typically have anything to do with the fauns and satyrs of myth, it's true enough that the majority of the peaceful people are accepting of most relationships finding the very act of love to be truly natural.

Province:
The Woodland Province

Personality:
At first glance, Oren Alberi appears to be the typical Woodland Province citizen. He has a deep-seated respect for those older than him, almost never speaking out of turn. That does not, however, mean that he is completely and easily swayed by authority. To be sure, he has a hard time comprehending why he must obey those in higher authority gives the Woodland Province's lack of any authoritative hierarchy. Yes, one does not question their elders, but that is out of respect for the wisdom that comes with age, not because any one person is more important. Oren is also a relatively quiet person, more due to how he was raised than any real reason on his own part. Oh, he likes talking just fine, but he's just as content to sit in silence as he is to carry on a conversation, unlike the foreigners that he's met thus far. This proclivity towards silence has affected Oren in an odd way in that, when interacting with someone, he looks them dead in the eye. This tends to make most people outside of the Woodland Province uncomfortable, but back home silent expressions were as much mood indicators as announcing one's emotions. Oren is, admittedly, a bit of a flower child, as if most people that live in the Woodland Province. He's never happier than when he is in nature and the very idea of being locked within in a house fills him with no small amount of anxiety.
One way in which he wavers from the people of his home province, however, is in the area of peace. He'd love to be a pacifist, would welcome such an idea with all of his heart, but he isn't. He can't be. Somewhere within him is an element of violence. He would rather fight than flee in the sight of danger and his hands are stained in blood. He often attempts to keepThis has made him an outcast among his own people, an oddity in a civilization that prides peace and nature above all, but it is, in the end, a necessary evil given that some people would not hesitate to take advantage of the Woodland Province's peaceful nature. As much as Oren attempts to keep his violent tendencies under wraps, he's at least happy that they can be used to help his community and loved ones. As a result of his outcast rank within the Woodland Province, Oren has become self-reliant as well as a bit of a loner given that, for most of his life, he's lived outside of the social norm. In that way he has become resigned to his fate, both as a necessary evil within his society as well as the new Wanderer. He has no real hope as, now that he has been elected as the Wanderer, he almost literally has no home to return to.
That's not to say that Oren is a complete downer. Against all odds, he's actual a fun individual, adoring music, dancing, and any chance that he can be around other people. Especially being around people. He's also a go with the flow sort of person, taking life's blows in stride because he has no other choice. Well, that is back home in the Woodland Province. He's never had to live in such an enclosed space and in such close proximity to others that he's not already intimately associated with, so nerves will be worn down and tempers will most likely flare before his stay at the house is done. Also, Oren wears his emotions on his sleeves, beaming when he's pleased, and never one to hide if he's upset by something, usually by sulking around.

Strengths:
A Musical Prodigy, Oren was born with a gift for music, a highly beloved skill in the Woodland Province. Hand him an instrument, teach him a tune, and he's good to go, favoring the flute, the pipes, and the fiddle. Like most people in the Woodland Province, he most definitely has a Green Thumb, possibly due to his people's natural connection with nature or perhaps out of luck. Most people wouldn't guess it, but Oren is actually incredibly Agile and Fast, which comes from a combination of living in nature his entire life and having to be constantly adapting to nature's whims as well as his cloven hooves that, much like a mountain goat, allow him to traverse even the most unforgiving terrain with relative ease. He's a crack shot with his Bow and Arrows, a skill not usually attributed to those in the Woodland Province. He's also relatively Easy Going, helpful when the situation calls for it and accepting that life is going to be hard, so he just has to deal with it.

Weaknesses:
Oren is rather Claustrophobic from his years living outdoors, so anything enclosed, however large, seems like it is trapping him. His Quiet Nature, which is incredibly normal where he comes from, can be seen as off-putting and unfriendly to those from other provinces as well as his tendency to observe people too closely when they speak. As mentioned before, his people are pacifists and nature loving, so, apart from a few encounters in the Woodland Province, he's generally Unaccustomed to Other Cultures and is both intrigued and flabbergasted by the bluntness, violence, and overtness of others. He also has a thing about Nature and is rightfully horrified at the senseless destruction of it, often becoming horrified, then sulky when someone, say, kills an animal and doesn't honor all of its parts or chops down a tree for no real reason. He's also a bit Attention and Touch Starved and both craves and fears a connection with someone outside of his immediate family, striving for a sense of togetherness and community that has long eluded him.

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History:
Oren grew up as an ordinary enough boy. He fit in with the other children in the Woodland Province and was praised for his musical talent, cementing him a place in the community with his parents and younger sister, Myrtle. With no real dalliances, a deep-rooted respect for his elders and nature, as well as his general friendliness, Oren seemed destined to live a good life in the Woodland Province, well-liked and comfortable within the tight-knit community. However, as it too often happens, his fate was changed in the course of a single day. While off playing one day with a group of other children, strange men appeared. No one knew where they came from or how they managed to get so far into the Woodland Province, but what they wanted was clear. With the unseemly nickname of "satyr" attached to those in the Woodland Province, it's only too easy for some people to reason that they're animals, not humans and would fetch a pretty penny when sold in the black market. It was when his friends were being spirited away by these strangers, the men's knives gleaming with a threat foreign to the panicked children, that something snapped within Oren. The adults found them only moments later, drawn by the shouts of their children, only to find their children shivering in a cluster near the edge of the clearing, their captors dead and a large, bloody rock in Oren's hands.
A choice was made that day to spare Oren's life, but it would never be the same. He was an unspoken outcast, expected to live on the edges of their society but not by any means bullied or harassed. However, no longer was his music lauded or was that sense of community that he had been so immersed in to be his. Instead, he gained a new role in the society as a necessary evil, to step in when violence was necessary so that others would not stain their hands. He was treated with a strained politeness by those who no longer wanted to be close to him, but with a certain respect as well given how he provided such necessary service. With that choice came another on Oren's part; he decided to accept his fate as it was, not to curse fate or destiny. With that acceptance, he was able to survive with most of his sanity intact. He grew more self-reliant without the easy assistance of his community and seemed to have aged faster, appearing older than he actually is.
When the day came to choose the new Wanderer for the province, the choice seemed clear. He would be missed by his loved ones and, yes, for his necessary service. He knows that he'll never get to go home now, even if he does survive the House of the Wanderers. At best, maybe he'll be able to make a new life for himself outside of his province. Unlikely, of course, but one can always hope.

Other: Oren tends to only eat fruit and vegetation and only rarely consumes meat, and even then it has to be butchered in a certain way and none of the parts wasted. Also, he can certainly hold his liquor, so it would not be wise to challenge him to a drinking contest.

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So begins...

Oren Alberi's Story

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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#, as written by Vinn
Dorian sat in the musty study, sprawled on the single deceivingly comfortable chair in the room. A general buzz was in the air, like the House was full of static electricity. He knew that excitement. The master was anticipating new arrivals.

The text Dorian held fell upon his face as he was no longer focused enough to read. He inhaled deeply into the yellowed pages. Honest to god, he had been holding it in all day. But as the time drew nearer, the energy within the House was just enough to tick him off.

Dorian flung the book at the study's window in frustration. The glass shattered upon impact and the book sailed out into the open air outside the House. As much as it satisfied him to destroy the window, it quite possibly annoyed him even more when the glass pane pieced itself back together and the book materialized in its original spot on the study's bookshelves. Being dead meant holding little significance over the world outside the House. Often Dorian would glance outside and imagine taking off one day to blaze his own warpath.

With an exasperated huff he pushed himself up from his wooden seat. Standing in the stuffy study room with a corona of window-filtered sunlight striking his back, Dorian felt the House. All its pipes and cracks and floorboards. And the master nervous to greet the Wanderers.

Sooner than expected, the time was at hand. Dorian was in a small alcove when he heard Love at the House entrance greeting the Wanderers. Dorian himself wandered to one of the windows overlooking the front yard. "Shut it!" he barked at some whiny ghoul behind him and tried to listen to the exchange happening below.

Mayor and Florence had come down to greet the newcomers as well, and Love introduced them as among his favourites within the house. Dorian scoffed. He wouldn't count Mayor or Florence among his enemies, but he certainly did not see them as having much use above being obstacles.

Most notable of the Wanderers would have to be one Northerner with a positively ridiculous mop of annoying neon hair which she fumbled with excessively. For some reason she thought it necessary to show off her wolf form and seemed quite proud of herself. Dorian sneered and opened the window.

"Filthy dogs stay outside!" Dorian jeered from the second floor. "Be good and go dig yourself a lavatory in the gardens."

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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#, as written by yeastyy
Love's eyes widened and his face paled as he looked up to see Dorian, a house ghoul he'd rather keep his distance from.
"Filthy dogs stay outside! Be good and go dig yourself a lavatory in the gardens." he taunted from above. Love pulled uncomfortably at his shirt collar.

"Ah, Dorian! How nice of you to show yourself so soon!" Love's smile faltered as he tried to stay positive. Although he was the Master of the House, there were some creatures within that still frightened him and did not obey his rule- Dorian was one of them. He looked towards the group,

"I would keep my distance from him if I were you..." he lowered his voice, clapping his hands together than looking back up to Dorian, "What a lovely group we have this year, yes?"

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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It was with no little trepidation that Oren Alberi stood outside the House of the Wanderers, gray eyes gazing up at the structure with undisguised discomfort, partially caused by the eerie and disconcerting noise emanating from within. He supposed that one could call the house large, not that he had much experience with homes himself, with several levels, windows apparently on nearly every surface, and superfluous bits of architecture surely meant to make the mansion look elegant or even homey. It didn't look very homey to Oren. In fact, it looked more like a cage, a pretty cage meant not to shelter but to ensnare. Did people really live in these things?

He honestly couldn't imagine having grown up where the only roof over his head had been a canopy of leaves or, if that failed, a cave or similar shelter from the elements. The very idea of living in that- that monstrosity filled him with almost as much anxiety as the grand reveal some days ago that he had been chosen as the Woodland Province's next Wanderer. Or sacrifice. To his people, the two terms might as well have been synonymous. Perhaps that was why he wasn't doing his best to seem fearless and willing like the others around her were attempting or succeeding at. Why should he? Die here, survive, his former life was over, wasn't it, so why worry about appearances?

Oren shifted his stance as the moans and wails from within the House of the Wanderers slowly faded away, glad at least for the greenery, however artificially placed and disturbingly neat, surrounding the building. Without the distraction of the ominous noise from inside, he allowed himself a moment to take a quick survey of those surrounding him. There was a young lady wearing far too little fiddling with her disturbingly bright two-tone hair. Another boy with thick layers of dark colored clothing, almost as if to contrast the previous girl, had wandered off on his own and was lurking in the shadows cast by the house. There were a few others, enough to represent each Province, waiting just as anxiously as himself, but attempting to mask it.

They all looked weird. Incredibly weird with their nice clothing and perfectly tamed hair. Then again, he was probably an oddity himself, or so he'd learned from the few foreigners that he'd met until now. His long, brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to disguise its tangled mess, his clothes were well-worn and practical, brown trousers stopping just at his knee to expose the gradual transformation of human legs into that of a goat's, fur the same color as his hair and the scruff on his face. He shifted once more on cloven hooves, eyes returning to the house's front door. Yes, they were all probably freaks to one another, as far as looks went, or maybe not. Maybe he was the only one who had been so sheltered and was thus perturbed by the people around him. Either way.

His musings of his own freak-of-nature status were cut short as the front door swung open.

"Welcome! To the House of the Wanderers!" Oren could only blink in reply, trying to take in the sight before him. There was a man, gazing expectantly at them as if he were expecting something. Well, he and his ethereal companion(Oren had no explanation for her and quickly decided that it would quickly become tedious if he were amazed by every little thing that was weird here) would be sorely disappointed. Only silence ensued until the brightly colored girl spoke up, beaming brightly as she guessed at who the odd man was.

The girl had been, as it turned out, absolutely correct. Really? That young man was the Master of the House of the Wanderers? Oren had assumed it would be some hardened old man, but, then again, they never did get any information about the House in the Woodland Province, the very place almost a taboo to discuss. After introducing himself, he went on to speak for two women or ghosts or whatever they were before asking them to introduce themselves.

The scantily-clad girl spoke up first, all smiles that didn't seem to quite fit the situation in Oren's mind, and then, out of all things, turned into a wolf. Oren staggered at the sight of the transformation, cloven hooves taking a step or two back. He'd heard stories of course, but someone had just turned into a wolf in front of him. A wolf! And she was just sitting there, pleased as could be. What was his life coming to?

"Filthy dogs stay outside! Be good and go dig yourself a lavatory in the gardens." Oren felt rather pleased with himself that he didn't jump at the sudden voice emanating from one of the upstairs windows. Apparently not all of the ghouls were as well-mannered as the Master's companions. The little note to stay away from him was rather unnecessary, Oren decided, but probably impossible. Sneaking a glance at the man or ghoul or whatever in the window, he was given the distinct impression that it wasn't so much keeping your distance that you had to worry about so much as hoping that he decided to leave you alone. Wonderful.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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Ellabelle licked her paw, knowing she would regret this transformation later, but needed everyone to know what she looked like in both forms in case of emergencies. She knew the house would probably have a lack of meat, so she'd best transform back now that she had the time. She heard someone exclaim something from higher up in the house. "Filthy dogs stay outside!Be good and go dig yourself a lavatory in the gardens." She furrowed her brow, contemplating whether to reply or not. She wasn't the kind of person to make smarmy remarks back to people, but if she wanted to survive this place, she'd need to be a different person. She looked up, and saw the speaker. He was kind of creepy, and you could tell he was insane, but when he was living he must have been a real heartthrob to girls. Ellabelle, however, was not one of those girls. She smirked. "Perhaps the apparent prep boy would then be willing to behave for headmaster, who appears not to be pleased, but seeing as you mind so much..." She transformed back into human form, exactly the same as before, every wrinkle in her pants, every strand of her hair. Ellabelle bowed mockingly, then looked up, still bent at the waist with a hand in front and behind of her. "There, your Royal Uppitiness Dorian has been pleased. And I would advise you to be nice to dogs, because despite you being a ghoul, their bite is still a bite." She smirked and stood up. "Who's next to introduce themselves?" She said cheerfully, forgetting what she'd just done and what she'd just portrayed herself falsely as. Or, at least, putting it away in her mind for now.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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#, as written by Vinn
Dorian glanced down at Love, the master with the pleasant autumn hair. He had obviously issued some warning. Dorian didn't mind, anything Love said, he probably deserved. He ignored it and replied, "Yes, Love, a splendid group indeed. You want to bet again on which one dies first?"

Of course, Love never did bet with Dorian on the groups that came to the House. But it was Dorian's personal mission to make Love seem less gracious than he was always trying to be. It always unnerved him that this master was so soft with the contestants. In earlier years, Dorian had really pushed Love, wanting him to become a much more harsh master. A few times he possibly pushed him too far.

Ellabelle the mutt-girl gave him a bit of a glower. She did not seem all too affected by his jab at her race. This was good, of course. No use in having anyone that broke too easily.

"Perhaps the apparent prep boy would then be willing to behave for headmaster, who appears not to be pleased, but seeing as you mind so much..." So the pup would stand up for itself. It was of no importance, simply a dumb animal yipping at a distraction.

Dorian laughed freely, placing his hands behind his back and leaning just a further bit outside the window. "My dear, the master does not dictate how I behave. But you being so considerate as to shed your dog skin, how can I continue being so rude?"

Ellabelle then returned to her previous form. Dorian cocked an eyebrow at her oh-so-kind gesture, and smiled in response to her unprompted advise on the superiority of a canine's bite over the constitution of a ghoul. Dear weary travelers, may you expect dog meat on the menu some time soon.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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(Ally still has 'fishy features', I forgot to mention it, sorry! >.<)

Ally watched as the Northerner, Ellabelle, introduced herself. She seemed pretty nice, and Ally considered making allies with her. She was pretty sure most of the people here didn't see teaming up with a Westerner as a bonus, but more as a minus. If so, Ellabelle was probably the one who didn't see it so much as a downgrade.

Ally flinched, as she heard one of the house ghouls shout down at them. "Filthy dogs stay outside!" He jeered. "Be good and go dig yourself a lavatory in the gardens." Right then and there, Ally knew to keep her distance from that one ghoul. The Master of the House, Love, seemed displeased by this 'Dorian' character. She would be too.

"Yes, Love, a splendid group indeed. You want to bet again on which one dies first?"

Ally ignored that remark.

She looked back over at Ellabelle, and watched as she turned back to human form, and asked who was going to introduce themselves next.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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"Filthy dogs stay outside! Be good and dig a lavatory in the gardens!" Dorian called out snidely. Florence snarled quietly, a harsh, primal noise. There was no use getting defensive over her former province, but she had once been one of those "dogs" that Dorian referred to. She opened her mouth to chide him, but the other Northerner, Ellabelle, beat her to it. As Ellabelle shot back biting remarks at the rather unpleasant ghoul, Florence nearly smiled.

She looked around at the Wanderers, who were all looking at each other warily. Florence was well acquainted with that look. Those were calculating eyes, eyes that were assessing every single competitor. They were not just looking at each other, they were slowly thinking about who could be their most valuable ally. The worst part though, to Florence, was when their alliances all dissolved, and they were left to face each other.

Florence's graveness was replaced by shock as Dorian asked if they'd like to bet on who would die first. Her eyes widened, and she whirled around to look at Dorian. She knew that Dorian had been placing bets for quite some time, but she never expected him to tell every Wanderer that. "Dorian," she called out, with some trepidation. "Perhaps you'd like to frighten the new Wanderers at another time? After all, they do need to finish introducing themselves, and I'm sure they'd like to go inside soon." She flinched as she waited for Dorian to make a vicious remark, but then straightened her back again.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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Love fiddled with his wristwatch and watched Ellabelle and Dorian interacting nervously. A few times brave Wanderers such as her had come through and spoke that way with Dorian- seldom did they return home to see their provinces. He opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to upset the new Wanderers, and he certainly didn't want to upset a ghoul such as Dorian.

Then, Florence, spoke up, and he could practically feel all the hostility in the air.

Love attempted to fix the tension, opening his arms wide, "Now, now, no need to provoke anyone! Thank you , Florence! We haven't finished our introductions! Let us continue them inside, I'm sure you've all been itching to see what lies within this mysterious house!" he beckoned for everyone to step inside the wide open doors. With a flick of his wrist, the lanterns on the wall reignited themselves. He looked back up to the window where Dorian sat, nervously, then turned and walked into the house with the rest.

"This may turn ugly sooner than I want," he thought, biting his lip, "Pity, they seem like such lovely people."

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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It was apparently a day for bad first impressions, Oren decided as he watched the little exchange unfold before him. From the jeering male ghoul apparently haunting the house to the over eager Master whose attempts to take back control over the situation were quickly unravelling and even one of the female ghoul's harsh snarls that were more than a little bit disturbing. Perhaps even more disturbing was the ghoul's little quip, "Yes, Love, a splendid group indeed. You want to bet again on which one dies first?" Either the ghoul was stirring up trouble, the Master wasn't quite as he appeared, or, as Oren was beginning to expect, a little bit of both. The other Wanderers- not, of course, his fellow Wanderers given that this wasn't a position he actually wanted or had even been given a choice in- seemed just as pleased to show off their character flaws before they'd all been introduced. Or at least, one Ellabelle certainly did. Any dignity that this meeting was supposed to have had vanished away leaving only awkwardness and bad feelings in its wake. It was like watching a train wreck as Love struggled to regain control of the situation and get the introductions back on track.

The wolf girl gave the animal equivalent of a smirk, and even if Oren hadn't recognized the expression her sneering words as she transformed back into a human( a sight that was just as disturbing if not as surprising as her original transformation) certainly sealed the deal. Then, as if she hadn't just managed to transform between two species in as many minutes, she continued talking, a casual threat slipping from her mouth with a mocking tone. A frown pulled at Oren's lips. Was this sort of behavior typical from other Provinces? Threats and apparently too much pride were not qualities deemed very acceptable in the Woodland Province. He felt a pang for his homeland then, even if he had been a stranger there for ages. At least that was familiar and people were predictable. Here and now, it was more like waiting for someone to slip and all Hell to break loose.

The ghoul- Dorian, Oren's mind supplied- was leaning further out the window now and there was a flash of recognition in his mind that quickly flickered away. Something about that face and the name attached to it- Dorian Cairr Wildereth… Why did that sound so utterly familiar? Well, if he survived long enough at the house, perhaps he'd figure it out. Either that or he'd simply stop caring, which seemed like the safe thing to do. Everything was silent now with the ghouls' bantering having slowly dissipated and no Wanderer's were rushing to introduce themselves. So, the Master finally speaking up seemed like a break in the tension of the moment, a sudden shift in tone.

"See, all better! Now, we can continue our lovely introductions inside! I'm sure you've all been itching to see what lies within this mysterious house!" Itching to see what was inside? Nothing was further from the truth. A creeping feeling of being trapped like a rabbit in a snare began to take over Oren for the moment because despite the wide open doors and the lanterns flickering to life, the house looked incredibly tiny and unappealing. He was expected to go in there, into too small spaces and cluttered rooms with furniture that was probably more ornamental than functional. He took a few steps closer to the house, trailing behind the others as they entered the mansion, but lingered at the doorway, reluctant to take the final step inside.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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Ellabelle smiled as Florence got back at Dorian, and she furrowed her brow, something about the ghoul was familiar. She sniffed the air, there were all the scent of the others, the fish scent making her quite queasy, but then she smelt another scent. It was very very faint, but, could it be? Yes, despite her being dead for who knows how long, Ellabelle could just tell that Florence used to be from the Northern Province. She smiled, realising why Florence was defending her in the first place. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe the house would be too dangerous for that... Love announced that they would continue the introductions inside, and Ellabelle liked that idea. She wasn't the first person to step forward, but she decided to stay near the western province girl instead. She smiled softly at her, indicating she was trying to be friendly. But she had the feeling her transformation had had an impact on many of the wanderers, and it had an impact on her. She was already craving a steak or something, her bare belly starting to rumble quietly as so only she could hear.

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Character Portrait: Love Character Portrait: Marcus Simmons Character Portrait: Mayor Character Portrait: Ellabelle Howleth Character Portrait: Florence Alcott Character Portrait: Ally Alrains Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Dorian Cairr Wildereth Character Portrait: Oren Alberi

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Ally shuddered at the thought of going into the house. But the sad thing was, she had to. She bit her lip, and slowly walked towards the door, along with the others. She stayed near the back, still with hesitant steps. She still wasn't comfortable with the idea of being a wander, and still couldn't believe she was one; even though she was entering the house herself. Ally looked to her side, and saw the Northern province girl, Ellabelle, smiling at her. She was probably trying to be friendly; so Ally figured she might smile back. But her smile was small, and timid. It gave a hint of her fear of the House of Wanderers.