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Lenox Kuear

"Oh me? Don't mind me, I'm no one special."

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a character in “mbuki-mvuki”, as played by SuperQ19

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Β« einstein said, the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting a different result. Β»


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Lenox has a tendency to rub off on people the wrong way at first. He likes to be unpredictable and keep people on their heels mentally when associating with him. This is generally just posturing, pressing their buttons to learn a person's mannerisms and ticks. His smile is seen as cocky smartass and is easily dismissed as a trouble maker or even a prankster (not that he doesn't pull some pranks).

Just because he's slacking off doesn't mean he's not paying attention.

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〉〉 6' 0" . . . . . 〉〉 W H I M S I C A L . . . . . 〉〉 "S U R P R I S E."

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Behind the veil of smugness and being a general smart ass, Lenox is very analytical. His perspective is very eclectic and diverse completely unafraid of changing his perspective or viewpoint on a subject. To the ignorant, it might be upsetting at how easily his opinion changes and sways but Lenox believes that taking a single stance on an opinion is utterly moronic. His relaxed demeanor gives way to a gentle optimism and patient approach to problem solving. Why frown through everything?

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Lenox is a true example of being the type of person to break
molds. His record is well documented as being in the higher
10% of his class in past schools. A shining exception in the
public school system. This is countered by his ability to
frustrate teachers by not paying attention and being generally
aloof, yet turning in all assigned work and scoring very well.

His potential shows promising, if he would start acting
seriously and not patronize his peers.

Team captain to a private club volleyball team, Lenox's
athleticism is of no concern, his relaxed demeanor under
pressure is noted to help his team in close games. He's lead
his team to win several championships in international
tournaments. He's surprisingly a graceful loser.
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Lenox loves being underestimated, he never brags or flaunts his talents. He just acts and subtly likes to show what he's capable of.

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artist | unkown
faceclaim | Tetsurou Kuroo

user | SuperQ19
designer | angelwolf123

So begins...

Lenox Kuear's Story

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Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi XΓΊ Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Jasper Winfield Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Winter Taushet Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe
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"Don't be afraid to die."

That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. The class had written words on little bits of paper, and the stationary crumpled as she spoke. Crumpled into nothing. Gone. Like magic. "As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Her eyes raked over her twenty-something students. Swirls of ink appeared on their skin, manifesting as strange symbols on the children's bodies. Good. It seemed the rite was proceeding safely. Not much more time left until the eclipse. She opened her mouth to continue her 'explanation'. A true explanation, of course, would be given to the students who survived.

Martin listened as the teacher spoke calmly of death. Of floating islands and curses and using words to fight said curses. God's Blight, she called it. This had to be a joke. A reality scare cam, or something. Right? Right??

Then the island blocked out the sun, just like she said it would. A shadow fell over the school campus.

'Oh, shit.' He almost puked from the immediate sensation of wrongness. Like reality had just flipped right over on it's fucking head. It was that feeling of stepping through a stair that was never there in the first place, that feeling when his parents told him his aunt had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer.

Martin's chest rose and fell, each panicked inhale serving as a cold dose of actuality. Was this even the same classroom?

All the desks, all his classmates still sat in the same spots. But the colors were off. Darker, and smearing at the edges like a still life painted by sad and angry artist. One that didn't like to pay a lot of attention to people. Martin's wide red eyes trailed to Annabelle sitting next to him, and her face was just a little harder to make out than usual. Blurry and pale.

The teacher sighed under her breath, coolly inspecting her nails. "First one is always monsters. No surprise there." She glanced up at the petrified classroom. "What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."



That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. That's also how Martin found himself sprinting towards the library like the little bitch seventeen year-old he was. Not like he was alone. As soon as she had spoken, basically the entire class made a fucking break for it. Monsters? Monsters!?

'Please be LSD, please be LSD,' he chanted in his mind. Martin ducked into a side hallway, away from the thundering mass of hysterical students. 'Or any hallucinogenic, really, I'm not picky. A bad cocaine trip would be--'

The soles of his school-standard leather oxfords caught on something wet and slippery. The blond teenager's feet skidded on the ground one moment, and in the next he found himself ass-backwards on the hardwood floor. Damn. What a stupid move. Martin pressed his hand to the wall to help haul himself up, shuddering at the distinct sensation of the liquid soaking into his pants.

A coppery, metallic stench filled his nose and mouth. His palms left red smears on the wall and... yeah. Martin looked down. Yeah. It was blood. He just fell in a puddle of blood. Another person's bodily fluids.

There was that urge to throw up, again.

Fucking... fucking gross!! His stomach seized. 'Oh my god.' Martin stiffened, glancing about in disgust before numbly wiping his trembling hands on the front of his shirt. 'So... I hope I'm not going to die today.' His mouth twisted into a tight, panicked sort of smile. Nope. Probably going to die. Whole school was a deathtrap from the very beginning.

Of course, blood must come from somewhere. The source of the ichor, sprawled a few feet away, made Martin's fixated eyes prick with horrified, unshed tears.

No. Oh fuck no.

The dude's face had been cut clean in half.

Sliced horizontally, right at the jaw. Distantly, Martin's ears detected screams of terror echoing down the hallways of the building, but by then his entire body had clamped up. The bodies of animals, smashed to paste, that he'd sometimes glimpsed on the asphalt of the highways did not compare to this.

His spine. You could see it, sticking bone white out of the gory stump of a neck. Worst of all, worst of fucking all, was the tongue. With the upper half of the jaw entirely severed, the whole tongue just flopped limply out of what was left of the corpse's mouth.

The shrieks nearest to Martin escalated into full-blown wailing before snuffing out altogether.

Wait... that wasn't right. He could still hear the screaming, but only faintly. Like someone had clapped hand over the person's mouth, or shoved their face into a pillow. The teenager's mind was silent. Completely devoid of an internal dialogue as his head turned to the right, to look further down the corridor.

It was built like a spider, with fleshy skin and many human arms in the place of arachnid legs. Long fingered hands pressed to the floor, walls, and ceiling to keep the creature suspended in place. More hands, still, pinned a student to the wall. It busily stitched up her lips with a needle and black thread; the girl's eyes were already sewn completely shut.

The giant, sick-looking set of scissors grasped by a set of fingers did not escape Martin's attention.

If the world was now a painting, then the thing had a face like a portrait. It didn't move. Only bored into the young man with penetrating eyes in the way that certain portraits do. Its hands continued to tie off the thread at the girl's mouth almost absently, as an unoccupied arm bent at the elbow. Her muffled cries choked and died down further.

The monster pressed a bony forefinger to its expressionless portrait mouth. 'Shhh.'

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Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi XΓΊ Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Jasper Winfield Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Winter Taushet Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe
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"Write one word. The word should match how you will fight in the upcoming battle. Only one word that you believe you will... need."

That is what their teacher had asked them. There was a piece of paper in front of every one of them. Everyone had picked their word and Daisy had picked hers.

Onomatophobia

Not really taking the request seriously Daisy picked a word which literally meant a fear of words. It was erudite yet contrarian, just the way she liked it. Little did she realize the gravity of her decision was far greater than initially perceived as the papers they wrote upon crumpled up before vanishing on their own accord. It was that which first brought to mind the concern that she might of been way in over her head.

Strange symbols formed on the skins of every student, herself included. She didn't notice of course since she was wearing clothes, obscuring what was going on on her body. She probably wasn't going to notice for a while unless someone pointed it out.


"Don't be afraid to die."

Okay?

"As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Okay?

As the teacher described the curse and that they were fight things called Blights with the words they chose Daisy's internal objections grew. Still, the disappearance of the paper they wrote on stuck with her. Her mind was quite open to mystery but she was being dropped in the deep end quite quickly for her liking.

Then the shadow descended. Like a cloak the darkness draped itself across the land, enveloping the school. The feeling swept over her no less than the shadow did, completely filling her with a supernatural dread. The colors seemed less lustrous, the people around her slightly out of focus like objects outside the center of a camera lens. Overall everything amounted to something Daisy would describe as Definitely like Silent Hill.

"First one is always monsters. No surprise there." The teacher seemed rather callous given the topic she spoke of.
"What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."


Like so everyone began straight up panicking. While everyone else seemed to flee the classroom Daisy was one of the few who calmly stood up, quite unamused by the teacher's attitude, and walked out from the classroom.

She looked about the hall, everyone else having had a head start on her. The sounds of panic disseminated through the halls. Her tired eyes looked back and forth as she dwelt on what was going on.

"Words to fight the monsters... How the hell is Onomatophobia-" She was quietly talking to herself but was quickly cut off as a strange viscous feeling filled her mouth all of a sudden. She opened her mouth to cough from the sudden surprise of having something in her mouth and instead a black liquid escaped her lips, spilling out onto the front of her uniform and the floor. It looked like ink and while she didn't know what ink tasted like it certainly didn't taste like a carbonated beverage.

She coughed and hacked, the last dredges of the substance leaving her mouth. The amount she seemed to have spat up only amounted to a small puddle around her shoes and a number of ink black stains on her vest. Her eyes were wide with shock at the sudden intrusive element as she struggled to purge every last bit of this unknown fluid from her mouth.


What the hell!? Was the main thought to come across her mind as this happened. At this point the mild phenomena had escalated into a full blown paranormal eruption. She panted, regaining her breath after having it cut off by the sudden conjuring of fluids within her mouth. Bracing herself against the wall as her breath quickened she started coming to terms with what just happened.

I... I spoke the word and it just started coming out. Now with a moment she was able to start thinking. The word... A word is... A series of symbols etched in... In ink. It clicked in her head just what exactly the black substance was. I spoke the word and... It literally left my lips. Dear god what the fuck is happening!?


She had little time to dwell on the word she was given however. Her heart rate spiked as the adrenaline hit her bloodstream. Her eyes were noticeably dilated now as the fear started to sink in. She could fear a pulsating sense of dread coming from the hall to her left, this concern punctuated by a sharp high pitched cry as a female student was grabbed, the voice suddenly snuffed out as though buried. On that note she ran.

Cold sweat beaded down her forehead as she just picked a direction and kept running. On a number of junctions she'd stop briefly, that same creeping dread emanating from one of the halls. This sense of fear she held was unconsciously guiding her away from the dangers, spiking her feeling of danger whenever she was unknowingly going towards these unknown threats. The downside to this was that the fear was also driving her away from other students in possession of words. She was being guided away from words.


Of course she couldn't evade trouble forever. Just as she was nearing the library she felt a tremendous fear ahead of her. She turned to go off in the opposite direction but got a sense of danger from there too. The only other thing in the hall was a door to the janitor's closet.

She rushed inside before anything could see her, not even bothering to turn on the lights. She wanted it to be dark, she needed to hide. There were all sorts of supplies and janitorial tools in this closet as expected. Fumbling in the dark she managed to worm her way behind some boxes on the bottom shelf. She could almost feel their presence drawing near. Whatever it was she was definitely sure it was right outside the door.


Her breath caught in her chest for that very moment when the door handle turned.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Elle Halliday
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The woman that had been introducing them to the school and it's rules was rather.... Boring? Lenox had already received a few sideways glares from the woman for his general aloofness. But he'd caught every word of what she was saying. Today however was decidedly different. "Don't be afraid to die." <Ok? Random.> He didn't think much of it. Little to his knowledge, as she spoke the word 'surprise' was beginning to form on the back of his right forearm. No real way for him to notice it unless he looked down and even then it was below the sleeve of his uniform shirt.

"As long as we wish it, you cannot leave." Now that was an important detail. Lenox lifted his head up, wanting to protest. He had to go back and grab something from his home. When the class room got suddenly darker. Being right by the window, Lenox looked out to see that yes in fact the island above the school was blocking out the son. <Well son of a bitch.... She wasn't kidding.> He could feel the energy in the room suddenly drop, students were getting nervous. Hell, he couldn't deny the small knot in his chest right about now but he mentally shrugged it off. <No reason to fear the unknown.> "First one is always monsters. No surprise there." Hearing that phase, Lenox turned to look at the teacher as if she just monsters were real. "You're shitting me right?" He spoke loudly, ignoring the look the teacher gave him before she addressed the class. "What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."

And the mad scramble happened. Lenox watched as damn near everyone took off and booked it out of the class. He just stood there dumbfounded. Glancing outside, he had a general uneasy feeling about all this. He wasn't a lie detector but enough of his meddling had an inclination that she was telling the truth. There was a certain conviction people held when they told the truth and knew every fact behind that truth. So he left. He picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom staring at his teacher. "There isn't going to be a quiz on this tomorrow, right?" Regardless if she answered or not he would leave and walk down the hall, listening. And unfortunately for Lenox, the sounds he was hearing put all the facts into concrete truths. There really were monsters in this school. "Well fuck me...."

He picked up the pace as he walked, deciding to remain as quiet as possible. There was a lot happening he could tell, but nothing that sounded monster like. Just screams, the sounds of crashing items and.... A shockwave? It sounded like a shotgun had gone off in the school. <I'm pretty sure guns are banned here....> He thought as he approached an intersection and paused deciding to wait and think. From what he heard so far, these 'monsters' were silent. Which wasn't good at all, so everyone else was making noise for them. He was going to avoid the source of that shockwave noise. He gazed out the window to see a few students running for their dear lives through the school.

He rounded the corner and immediately felt his stomach contort into a tiny ball. A swath of deep red blood covered the center of the hallway. Up against the wall was the body of a former student, dissected and neatly separated into a cadaver on full display. He approached to the edge of the pool of now coagulating blood looking at the body. He tried to stomach it, but after a few moments he couldn't handle it and walked away. Lenox was beginning to feel sick spitting on the floor as his mouth produced more spit while his body began to prepare for him to vomit. Lenox took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "This is real..... This is real.... This is not a dream. Don't fuck this up." The gravity of the situation had no suddenly sunk in to the thick headed teen. "Now how am I supposed to surprise someth-" It was then that Lenox did vomit on the floor. He felt two distinct feelings. His entire body tensed up and began to shiver uncontrollably. <What- the fuck?> It was then his vision flashed white as a pulse spiked through his brain. The pulses continued, in rhythm with his heart beat. Lenox took deep breaths trying to control himself, when his vision cleared and he saw two orbs floating in front of him. The one on the left seemed to glow a dull pale green and vibrate in place, while the other was yellow and pulse into a brighter light. Lenox reached out towards the yellow orb and felt his pulses become stronger, so he pulled away. He was legitimately terrified to touch either one of these. The sound of a door bursting open stole his attention seeing a figure (Elle) sprinting down the hall from him. "God damnit." Lenox dashed around the corner making the two orbs disappear since he didn't choose. The sensations he was feeling had gone away.... Mostly. Every now and again his hands would touch, and what felt like a blood vein twitched in his head.

"I need to get my shit together and get moving." He moved, softly jogging through the halls focusing on being quiet and paying attention to all of his surroundings. He did his best to avoid stepping in blood, he was not a fan of leaving tracks behind him. <Think... Numbers are probably best. But I don't trust that anyone here will make a smart decision.> That was his key point, doing something stupid. Just as he thought that, he turned a corner to see a student running down a hall and dashed into a door. Only for him to scream and sprint back out as a monster pursuid. The boy rand back the way he came, only to run smack dab into the monster that was originally chasing him. He was no trapped between two monsters, slowly closing in grasping the walls and ceiling as they encroached. <Fucking dumb ass.> Lenox made it a point to briskly walk away as the creatures began to attack their prey. The screams. They were hard to ignore. You would never think the sounds of a trapped human could be that unnerving, but hearing the final breaths of agony of a living person was..... Disturbing. Lenox made his next turn and pressed against the wall not realizing how heavy he was breathing. He covered his own mouth and shut his eyes, trying to push out the screams. It seemed they wanted to keep him alive. <Calm down. You'll be fine. Just think, you'll get out of this. Think. Think.> He had to stand there and reassure himself for about a minute before he could move again, tempted to look down the hall only hearing muffled screams and groans. But fortunately for himself, he didn't and made his way through again stepping around more gore that littered the campus.

At the end of the hall, Lenox recognized a head of silver with two other people behind it heading in a certain direction (Natasha). He didn't quite recognize the other two (Martin and Anna) but it was the first good thing he'd seen all day. Lenox would pursue, but not directly. He kept his distance from the group, being the type to look out for himself not necessarily trusting numbers but also not too proud or dumb to refuse that numbers could help. He would watch from a distance, glancing behind him to see two more people moving in a different direction (Lily and Kirby). He glanced back and forth between both groups not entirely sure on what to do. That was when the sensations of shaking in his body and those painful pulses in his skull came back. The two orbs came back into his view, floating directly in front of him. <Is it.... Do I have to choose? Is this how surprise works?> He looked back and forth between the orbs knowing that he was at a crossroads, in two different senses. Which orb and which group?

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Martin Stiles Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Kirby Harrison Character Portrait: Xinyi XΓΊ Character Portrait: Annabelle Laurence Character Portrait: Aaron Pierce Character Portrait: Lily Clarkson Character Portrait: Natasha Hansen Character Portrait: Drake Evans Character Portrait: Lenox Kuear Character Portrait: Christopher Robinson Character Portrait: Elle Halliday Character Portrait: Zed Richter Character Portrait: Daisy Defoe Character Portrait: Hyeon-Ju Park Character Portrait: Blaise Smith Character Portrait: Nori Wright Character Portrait: Jean Rousseau
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They all knew it was going to happen.

Some sat ramrod straight at their desks, others pressed their faces into the windows in anticipation. The teacher of class 2A, of course, supervised the students with a face of stone. Everyone watched on as the floating island ate up the sun, plunging the cursed grounds into darkness.

Pitch black darkness, actually.

Threads of reality bent and snapped around the word-bearing individuals. The floor dropped out from under their feet, all sound and sensation stripped from the students' eyes and skin. That gut-twisting sickness returned. Martin hadn't felt that deep sense of wrongness since the first Blight.

When his sight returned, the blond found himself in an... arena? It was small, about the size of a room. Stone piled around outside of the clearing, higher than he could see. It was he was in the bottom of some deep feeding pit. But, if this was a feeding pit... then what was being fed?

Martin's head ached and throbbed, his arms and shoulders itching and burning. Damnit. He looked up, finally noticing that he was not, in fact, alone. Two other students from his class stood with him in the stone clearing.



T H E.. S C E N E

There is an unreadable symbol on the floor of the stone clearing.

Three circular stone platforms, a decent distance from one another, all have symbols written on them as well. These symbols are readable. Two of the platforms read 'WITNESS', and the last reads 'MURDERER'. These stones are weighted. If someone stands on one, it will sink to the floor level.

An abstract tattoo can be found across the arms and shoulders of each student. If all three students in a group were to hold hands, the tattoo would form a complete centipede. As time passes, segments of the centipede tattoo will disappear from their skin. Blown up, enlarged versions of the vanished centipede segments will appear carved in the stone around them.

For the purposes of the Blight, the pit-like clearing is inescapable.

If you don't recognize the name of a character in your group, then they are a student from another classroom. Their character sheets are pending and I will be accepting them shortly.

Since this is a team based Blight, it will be easier to write replies if you collab with the RPers you got paired up with. This is also a puzzle oriented Blight. Even if the solution is obvious to you OOC, the characters still must work together to come to an answer on their own.


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