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Vince Arumoto

"What do you mean I'm a bad influence?"

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a character in “Hybrid Foster: A New Beginning”, as played by LovelyAnimosity



Vincent Joe Arumoto






Hair Color

Eye Color
Pale Green

Foster Parent/Teacher

Good/Neutral, depending on his mood and the situation.

Vincent Arumoto, one of the most calm and laid-back humans you may ever come across. He likes to consider himself to be a gentlemen, but really he's just a lazy adult who's an irresponsible sixteen-year-old at heart. He can be rather rude an offensive at times, but that's just part of his childish nature. He's really more of a big brother than a parent with his teasing and playful insults that he throws around from time to time. After meeting him it would be hard to believe that's he's a high school teacher.

He can get along with practically anyone. Anyone who doesn't piss him of, that is. Just because he's allowed to pick on other people doesn't mean he'd let somebody else do it. Once he grows fond of someone he can be incredibly protective. Unfortunately he also has his stoic moods where he just let's whatever is going on pass him by without lifting a finger. He has his own reason for doing such things, but it does tend to upset people. He can be kind and caring now and then, but he's cold more often than not.

Likes Dislikes
Cigarettes Sweets
Mystery Novels Little Kids
Springtime Animals
Relaxing Cocky People
Quiet Places Parks
A Good Bar Teaching(so he says)

Vincent grew up in a family that was scoffed at by the majority of the world. Why? Because his mother, once the daughter of a wealthy family, fell in love with a fox hybrid and married him. His mothers parents threatened to disown her, but she didn't care and left them without a hint of hesitation. The two settled down as struggling middle-call citizens but they lived happily and after a few years Vincent was born. Though he he wasn't a hybrid and instead a human like his mother, he did have the bright hair and same color eyes as his father.

With his father working as a butler and his mother a waitress it was difficult to raise a child, but they somehow managed and Vince grew into a young teenager. His life at home was as good as it could be, but despite the careful way his parents raised him he still ended up being a troublemaker. He'd often end up in fights with other kids, defending himself by saying that they were talking bad about his mother or father. With his expulsion the family was forced to move and find new jobs in order for their son to continue going to school.

With their new life in another town his mother took on a job as a teacher and an elementary school for Hybrids. His father, on the other hand, took up most of the housework for about a year before he finally found a job as a landscaper. The rest of Vincent's childhood went by uneventfully from here on out. At the age of 24 he finished college and finally moved out to be a teacher, the choice of being a foster parent was merely something he randomly decided to do on the side.


Though he doesn't go around announcing it most of the residents of the foster home suspect he might have eyes for the landlady since whenever he gets the chance to talk to her he ends up flirting with her. He tends to flirt with any girl close to his age, but he seems to respect Karin in a more personal way.

So begins...

Vince Arumoto's Story


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Vince Arumoto

The classroom was quiet. Only the sound of paper slowly being flipped and set on a desk could be heard, along with the sigh of breath as smoke escaped Vince's lips as he leaned back in his chair. The weekend always went by too quick for him, and even over the days he had off he had to deal with grading and planning out what lessons would go about being taught next. At least, that would be his usually routine if he didn't have such a habit of procrastinating. The very stack of papers he was going over now were supposed to be graded last Thursday. Then again it wasn't as if he had that many students in his class anyway.

Tapping his middle finger against his cigarette, a small chunk of ash landed in his now empty coffee cup before he placed the other end back between his teeth. He tossed the stack of paper onto the desk, noticing a few slip from the top and slide across the floor but not bothering to pick them up. He let out another puff and then stretched back, placing his feet on the desk in front of him and folding his arms behind his head. "I think I've earned a power nap" He said with a sigh. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and flicked in the direction of his desk, mentally rooting as he watched it land in his coffee cup.

He let out a yawn and leaned back a little more, letting his eyes shut as he readied himself for a quick sleep. After getting there two hours earlier he was tired out. Besides, he could just grade those assignments later anyway.


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Character Portrait: Shouka "Rem" Tamari Character Portrait: Trayton Takahashi Character Portrait: Miiko Ito Character Portrait: Vince Arumoto Character Portrait: Tamiran Everly Character Portrait: Tatsuya Steele
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“Well no, not really. I had my eyes closed for a little bit, so it’s my fault for not having paid any attention to where I was going.”

"O-oh, I see." Rem replied quickly, moving her eyes back onto the ground. She clutched the strap of her shoulder back nervously, if not for her snake genes she'd probably be sweating by now.

“I’m Kuma, Kuma White. Sorry for crashing into you but it seems we’ll be running late. I don’t know about you but walking to the school will most certainly mean your tardiness. My offer still stands. Crap, yeah we gotta go.”

Rem looked up again showing the other girl her palms as she shook her hands. "Oh! I don't mind being la-! EH!?"

She was suddenly being picked up. Her body instantly tensed up, much like a snake that would coil around itself when frightened. The ride to school was incredibly uncomfortable as Rem bounced around as Kuma peddled. The trip didn't seem to last too long for her, but she also spaced out some from the embarrassment of being scooped up onto someone's lap.

When they reached the school Rem continued to feel tense. As soon as she had the opportunity to, she thanked Kuma and made a hasty retreat into the school building. Once she was inside she relaxed a little, falling back into her everyday routine as she made her way to her classroom. It was no surprise to see the teacher asleep at his desk. Seriously how can someone so laid-back be a teacher and a foster parent?

She ignored the greeting of Miiko, not really meaning to but she didn't know how to respond. Instead she hurried to her desk by the window and sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned back in her chair, not even acknowledging the fact that the girl who took her to school ended up being in the same class as her.

Vince Arumoto

It was the mixed voices of students that woke Vince from his light sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the teens with dreary eyes who know sat at their desks. He let out a deep sigh. So much for my nap...couldn't they be quieter?, he thought to himself. The room really wasn't that loud. Only one student, whom he didn't recognized, seemed to be the only one talking. It was probably that new kid the principle told him about, though he didn't bother to remember his name or go over the paperwork. Same went for that other student, whatever her name was.

Let's see...Snake girl, Wings, random new student, other new student...we're missing a couple. He continued to think to himself as his eyes moved over the room as he made a head count. He rarely called any of his students by their actual names. It wasn't because he didn't know their names, though. With the exception of the two new students he easily learned the names of the other teens. He mostly just used nicknames for his own amusement, to be honest.

He removed his shoes from his desk and leaned forward to open one of the drawers. Out of the drawer he lifted a white binder and opened it up and ran his finger down the list of names. "Blondie's(Devon) boy isn't here yet, Everly hasn't arrived.." He closed the binder and looked over the desks again. Pipsqueak isn't here yet either.

Vincent always left a few hours before Kimio would have to get up, so he rarely saw the boy until he got to school. Who knows whether he was actually showing up today or not. If he didn't he'd just have to beat some sen-- Ah, there he is.

The smaller boy took his seat without saying a word and Vince let out another long sigh. "Alright, we've got a few minutes for class to start so let's go ahead and get this over with. Everybody shut up and pay attention for a minute." He pulled open another drawer and opened a dark blue folder, looked at it for a few seconds, then put it away and moved his eyes back onto the students. "Trayton Takahashi and Kuma White, welcome to 3B and yada, yada. Just sit wherever I don't really care. We don't have assigned seats. Also, somebody pick up those papers in front of my desk, will ya?", He finished his sentence and leaned back in his chair again, pointing at the few sheets of paper that lay on the floor in front of his desk


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Miiko watched Rem take a seat, ignoring her which wasn't that unusual. "Yep, I'm new, I only arrived in Japan about a week ago actually. My name's Trayton Takahashi, but you can call me Tray." She turned back towards the boy, an English first name and a Japanese last name; how peculiar. "Those wings are so cool, can you really use them to fly?"
"Yes," Miiko nodded her head smiling as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. She was always embarrassed when talking about her wings because to her they were just normal attributes, like freckles or red hair. Miiko seemed to forget quite often that they were not, in any sense of the way, normal. "I can fly higher than airplanes," it was true she had done it once and it had taken a lot out of her so she had not attempted it a second time.

An odd noise coming from outside the school building made her ears metaphorically perk up (she wasn't a neko or a kitsune, so her ears didn't move, but she did have ultra-sensitive senses). Outside was the owner of the apartment building she lived in, fighting with two people. Her attention snapped back to the classroom when their teacher began to speak. She shifted uneasily in her seat when no one moved to get the papers from his desk and sighed, standing up. She walked over to the desk and took the papers, handing them out to the students and trying not to be slightly jealous that everyone did better than her on the quiz.


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Kuma White

By the look of things, Kuma had gotten lost forgetting where the classes were from last year. Hmm I wonder when they moved things around.” She wondered around for a moment and seeing an open spot by a window in the hallway, she stopped there just long enough to get her bearings. Kuma sighed and looked outside just in time to see the landlady, what was her name again/, fight with someone. Well it wasn’t really a fight as it was pretty one sided but she could tell from where she stood the lady ws clearly upset by the old couple. Seeing as it wasn’t much of her business, Kuma left the window and went in search of her classroom once more.

After a minute of walking she finally came across the room and walked inside. It seemed the girl she had given a ride was already there, the other student’s she didn’t recognize really but she had seen them around before. This was the first year she was in a different class than the one she was in normally. Not that it bothered her really. Kuma glanced over at their teacher and couldn’t help but let a small smile appear on her lips. I think I’ll like this class very much.

Taking a seat in the middle of the rows, Kuma made sure she sat next to the window so she could always look outside. Resting her chin in her hand, Kuma looked forwards after staring outside for a moment and gave the teacher a little bit of her attention. Holding back a yawn, Kuma barely managed to keep her eyes open as the teacher spoke. When she heard her name being called, her ears perked up and she opened her previously closed eyes. They were for a brief moment bright and alert before they closed and reopened in a split second to once more take on that uninterested gaze.

She transferred her hand from her chin to the side of her face as she shifted into a more relaxed position. All the while she kept her gaze on the teacher, whom she did not know his name yet. When he had asked for someone to take the papers from his desk, being the lazy person she was, Kuma sat where she was. Maybe with a more tired look than before as her eyes followed the girl (Miiko) as she passed out the papers. Guessing from the fact that she hadn’t received any, Kuma assumed it was some sort of assignment they did before she moved to this class. With a shrug of her shoulders, Kuma shifted in her chair so her back would partially lean against the window sill as she waited for the class to get started.

Tatsuya Steele

Tatsuya woke with a start, mainly because of the sound of his foster parents voice calling out to him. Glancing at the clock that was at his bedside, his eyes widened just a fraction. “Crap! I’m gonna be late!” The young hybrid quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed a bit of something for breakfast and walked quickly to the school. Of course he had an appearance to uphold so he made sure he didn’t make it too apparent that he was in a rush. Keeping his facial expression blank, Tatsuya quickly arrived at the school but not before seeing the clock in one of the hallways tick away the minutes of him being late.

A slight frown appeared on his face as he glared at the clock before heading down the halls towards his classroom. Standing in front of the closed door, Tatsuya made sure he was presentable and ran a hand through his hair, allowing anyone remaining in the hallway’s to catch a glimpse of dark eyes. He readjusted his scarf, something he always wore as it was really one of the few possession’s he had that was [his

Clearing his throat, Tatsuya slide the door open and quietly entered the room. He glanced at Mr. Arumoto but didn’t say a word as he sat himself down next to his fellow student, Rem. The glare he had a while ago changed into a cold scowl as he rested his chin on his hand and looked over at the teacher. He noticed a piece of paper on his desk and looked over it. The results from last week’s quiz, he didn’t do too bad but he most certainly didn’t ace it. Usually he got average grades in the class and excelled more so in the physical department.

Since Miiko was passing out the papers, he took the time to look around and noticed two new faces. One was a brown haired kid (Trayton) and a tall dark, white haired girl (Kuma). More like a woman, geez she looks like she’s in college. His scowl deepened just a bit but realizing he was staring a near blush speckled his cheeks. Rubbing his eyes, Tatsuya shifted his attention back to the front of the room and rested his eyes on Mr. Arumoto.


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Trayton's eyes grew wide at Miiko's response. She really can fly! It must be amazing to fly through the sky! He thought to himself. He noticed Miiko look at something through the window, but he wasn't next to the window and couldn't see whatever it was that distracted her. Then the teacher spoke, snapping Trayton's attention to the front of the room. Trayton wanted to ask the girl more about flying, but he knew that he shouldn't talk now that the teacher had started. It's probably rude to jump in and ask a bunch of questions all at once anyway. He told himself while trying to calm his excitement.

The teacher asked that someone take care of the papers, but Trayton didn't know what was supposed to be done with them, so he remained seated. He saw that, after a moment's hesitation, Miiko stood up, gathered the papers and started handing them out to all but a few students, himself not getting one since this was his first day. Even though there wasn't much going on, Trayton carefully watched everything that happened in the room, learning all he could, this was his first time in a school after all. He took note of who arrived late and who arrived early. He also looked to see everyone's mood, which for the most part seemed more tired than anything else.

It still wasn't clear to Trayton how things would work in school, But the purpose of school had been explained to him. It had been suggested that he attend school to learn more about the culture and make some friends. The sailors on the cargo ship had taught him most of what students usually learned by his age, so he was enrolled in a grade with others his age. The sailors had told him to say he was homeschooled before now if anyone asked.

So he listened to the suggestion and now he was finally attending a school. It was an exciting thing for Trayton, he had never thought he would end up going to school.


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Kimio sighed as his teacher asked for one of his students to hand out the papers at the front of the desk for him. He understood that teachers will have those days where they're drained energy wise, but this was a everyday thing. Kimio waited for a few moments, looking around to see if anyone would even bother. Well, I might as well..." But his thoughts were interrupted by someone else rising from their desk and offering to pass out the papers. As he handed Kimio his paper, he snatched it out of his hands and glared at him in the rudest way possible. Of course, his glare wasn't very intimidating, he looked like a 12 year old for crying out loud.

Before he could even glance down at what was on his sheet of paper, the intercom came on. His ears sprang up to listen.

"Attention students. Due to a number of incidents in the area, we advise you to go home as soon as..."

Kimio didn't even bother to listen to anything else. Instead, he waited to hear the small 'click' of the intercom phone hanging up, signaling that it's all they had to say. After that, he grabbed his book bag and stood up. "Finally, I can get out of this damn place..." He thought to himself.


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Miiko Ito

"Oh no," Miiko waved her hands to shake that notion aside. "I did it as a welcome to the school kind of thing!" She was blushing furiously at this point and could feel the heat her cheeks were giving off. Miiko looked away and bit her lip, hoping that she didn't look stupid or childish. "I-I'll be right back," she stood and quickly walked to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face, maybe that would snap her out of this stupor.

She dried her face off with a paper towel and took a deep breath right as the school bell rang. "I should go back to class," Miiko uttered to herself and took one last look in the mirror to comb her hair with her fingers. She was about to exit the bathroom when one of the year 3 teachers entered the bathroom. "Ms. Ito I've been looking for you!" The teacher said cheerfully, "someone dropped this off for you at the office." She handed Miiko an envelope but before Miiko could open it, the year 3 teacher drove her fist into Miiko's stomach. The envelope fluttered to the floor whereas the hybrid was sent flying into the wall. Her head hit one of the sinks and lights danced before her eyes. Miiko tried to stand up, but her head was spinning and blood began to mingle with her blonde hair. The other woman advanced on the downed hybrid and drove her fist under Miiko's chin. Sending her head flying back with a snap! And into the sink once more. There were no lights this time, just pain that gave way to sweet, blissful darkness.

"Mr. Arumoto," the year 3 teacher stuck her head into the classroom that belonged to class 3B. "Ms. Ito wanted me to inform you that she went home early on account of an upset stomach." If one were to step into the girls toilets they wouldn't find any evidence of a fight, only an envelope with Miiko's name on it stained with droplets of blood.