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Arturo Christobel DeGari

Don't be afraid of the big bad wolf.

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a character in “Mystic Grove”, as played by TheSpaceInBetween

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|{Full Name}|
Arturo Christobel DeGari

|{Nickname}|
Art, Turo


|{Age||Birthday}|
27||Feb 12

|{Ethnicity}|
French

|{Sexuality}|
Straight


|{Species}|
lWerewolf|




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|{Personality}|
{Reserved | Caring | Private | Jaded l Loyal}

Arturo is a very protective individual, he will go beyond breaking point to save his friends and loved ones. He thinks a lot mainly about work as well as the curse he is stuck with. If he didn't have Rosa and in fact if he hadn't have met her he has no idea where he would be without her if they hadn't met that one fateful night. He loves to help people and will offer his assistance to anyone. He works hard and appreciates the life he is living and the people around him.

|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪ His wolf like habits emerge ever so often. ( sniffing, growling, hissing etc.)
▪ He plays with his hair when he stressed
▪ Taps his legs when his is thinking/ distracted
▪ His eyes become bright yellow when the wolf is breaking the edge of him

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘He can defend himself well enough against enemies⚘
⚘His heightened senses give him advantages in otherwise hopeless situation⚘

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘His temper tends to get the best of him especially if the wolf has been on his back for a while annoying him⚘
⚘His crippling nightmares and flashbacks cause him to stay awake most of the time only sleeping when he absolutely needs it⚘
⚘He argues with the wolf constantly cursing and muttering in Italian⚘


|{Fears}|
øDeathø
ø The beast taking over forever ø
ø Hurting his dear Rosa ø

|{Secrets}|

✤He has a fear of enclosed spaces and will attempt everything he can to avoid going into one✤

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l{Hair/Eye Colour}l
Deep Brown and spiky/ Ice Blue eyes ( Yellow in wolf form)

l{Height/Weight}l
6'4"l 190 lbs

|{Style}|
Arturo tends to wear smart casual clothes, that give him a modern style. He wears short sleeved shirts that show his muscular arms he prefers to wear jeans than trousers since it's more of a comfort thing.

|{Skin Tone}|
His skin is tanned lightly naturally but it looks like he has spent a good amount of time in the sun.

|{Body Type}|
He is tall and intimidating especially when he is under the influence of the wolf, he is very muscular especially in his top half his chest is like rock and his abs are almost solid. He has a set of scratch mark running from the base of his neck to his left hip, the scars are a deep red like they were just made.


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Specialties | Talents:
Werewolf transformation {Mastery level}: Arturo can turn into a wolf with the blink of an eye, its still a really painful process, but as soon as something upsets the wolf he can rip your throat out in seconds. The wolf also shows himself in Arturo by elongating his nails and teeth into a monster like appearance.

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|{Likes}|
|▲Summer|▲Watching the stars|▲Music|▲Coffee|▲French Food|▲Exercising|▲The smell of Rain|▲Reading|▲Writing|▲Painting|▲Rosal

|{Dislikes}|
▼The Wolf|▼Pressure|▼Sleeping|▼ Stressful situations|▼Crowds|▼Losing control|▼Talking about his past l



Occupation Owner of the town bookstore " As The Page Turns" and Co-Owner of "The Wicked Wolfe" coffee shop where his adopted son works and helps out.
Family/kin/important Friends Arturo's only family now are his adopted father and his wife who are old in years now as they were old when Arturo came to them. He has made a few friends in the town but keeps to himself mostly.
Social Status Married and very happily so.



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Eye Colour Yellow
Average Temperament 9/10, the Vargulf curse has taken its toll on Arturo's form making him aggressive and dangerous to be around. So he stays away from the town.




|{History}|

Everything started of when Arturo was 17 and he had experienced his first change into his werewolf form, he was on his way back to his pack when he was attacked by a Vargulf who scratched him infecting his already weak body. The Vargulf was chased away from the perimeter but Arturo was left mainly for dead, the pack wanted nothing to do with him. He was now cursed by a Vargulf and that meant he would become angry and dangerous in the full moon and would have no control like the others did. The pack had plans to kill him and then it would be no bother to the pack but they did something much worse..they disowned him even his own parents wanted nothing to do with him he was dangerous now and everyone knew it.

he wandered for many years mixing into human towns travelling around and saving up money where he could, as well as staying away from people during the full moon.

He eventually found his way to Mystic Grove one full moon when he was 20, for some reason he wolf couldn't get into the town, every time he tried to get in he was thrown back a few feet. he charged through the woods sensing something he hadn't come across for a while a witch casting some sort of spell. he attached teeth barred and fangs dripping with saliva. a clear bubble was put over him trapping him, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't break through.

The next morning he was face to face with Rosa the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. they spent so much time together that Arturo brought a took over the local bookstore that was next to Rosa's store. Soon they were happily married and have expanded their businesses by adding a coffee shop to join the two together. Arturo welcomed looking after Tyler and loves him dearly.

He knows Rosa wants children and Arturo does too, its just the curse that he on him he fears that it will be passed on to the baby and the child will eitherbe very sick and wont survive or that the child will be very dangerous and Arturo will have to kill it. he doesn't want to have to end a life so young. If Arturo was a normal werewolf it would be fine, but its just not. His nightmares hit him hard close to the full moon, often dreams about his turning and other times a dream where he is attacking and killing Rosa he hasn't told her about those as such.


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So begins...

Arturo Christobel DeGari's Story

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi

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Mystic Grove, Colorado. 12pm. Town Square.



Today is a sad day in Mystic Grove. They laid Mayor Wellford to rest today. The town has regathered with food and drink so celebrate the man that kept them safe for twenty five years. Even though they have a lot to grieve over, they try to make it a happy occasion. Mayor Wellford wouldn't want them to wallow in grief. There is a buzz among the townies. Just as history's past, a new mayor should be appearing at any moment. He won't be able to fight his fate of being the next Mayor. But will he run from his new responsibilities?



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Rosalynn DeGari has been slaving away through the night. The whole town would be there for the wake of late Mayor Wellford. She only took a break to shower, dress up nice, and go to the funerial. As soon as that was over, she was right back in the kitchen. She finished packing away all the food. She wouldn't be able to carry it all. "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all of these to town cener!" She called.

She knew he was probably off in the living room with their son. She sighed. Almost two weeks ago exactly, she had awoken to her husband's nightmare. She had given him tea and then read the leaves. She knew something back was going to happen. And then the continuous hooting of the owl outside of her window. She should have known someone was going to die. But how would she have been able to guess that it was Mayor Wellford? He was such a kind man. She hated what happened to him.

A car accident took his life. One that had a few strange circumstances around it. And now his daughter was all alone there. What was it like to be the only human in town? It was one thing when your family was in charge of running things, it had to be completely different now that she was along.

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Rosa could only pray that she would find comfort of humans when the new Mayor arrived. Maybe he- or she- would have a family they could welcome. She would only be able to imagine the person who would take over as the head of their town for now. Whoever they were would arrive at their town soon.

"I don't want to be late, Art! I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!" Rosa called to her husband and son. Opening the door, she grabbed one of the heavy boxes packed with food and headed outside. She kicked the door close with one of her black heels.
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Even with the heavy boxes, Rosa managed to make a good pace as she walked on the sidewalk towards the Town Square. They weren't too far away from it. Her heels tapped quietly as she walked. She nodded her head at the other towns' folk as she walked. She wasn't the only one heading that way. She got there and started to unpack her load.

'Crap,' She mentally kicked herself. She dialed her husband's number. She had forgot to pack their plastic cups, plates, and utensils. She didn't know if there would be enough here. "Pick up... pick up..." She muttered.



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Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Julia Foster Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi

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God, she wanted this day to end.

Rimara had dressed herself in all black that morning, and was still in the same outfit, and it was nearly 1 o'clock, she thought. Sure felt like it. Upon a whim of a decision, after they laid Dear Daddy to rest this morning, Rimara never left the cemetery. For multiple reasons.

One, it was her father. She didn't want to leave him. Never ever. Two, she knew she wasn't accepting the fact that he was never coming back. That he wasn't on some official trip to make sure the town was safe. He was with her mother now, where he belonged. They belonged together up in the Heavens, having picnics as the sun sets for as long as they want, waiting for their daughter to join them.

Rimara tilted her hat forward, and looked at her father's grave for the millionth time. Fresh flowers were everywhere, from the townsfolk who grieved their leader. She'd placed a dozen white roses on the top of the tombstone, to represent the faithful man he was. He had no sins. He's never touched a cigarette, drugs, alcohol, hasn't been in a gang, and so forth.

The longer she sat there, the more she grieved, and the longer and harder it'd be and take for her to leave that spot she's been sitting in for hours, make-up drizzling down her face, her lungs tired from sucking in breaths, and her eyes dry from crying out all her tears. Finally, after her body was nearly exhausted, she thought about leaving, and going to her little apartment that her father had gifted on her 21st birthday, and figure out what she was going to do with her father's house. The house she'd lived in until she was 21, the thing her parents fell in love with when they came here.

Rimara, finally, talked herself into getting up and at least going home. Going to that stupid Mayor's thing was definitely not in her schedule. She didn't exactly want to know this new Mayor.

She stood, and looked down at her father's tombstone one last time. "Goodbye, Daddy. " She let out a shaky breath, tear-stained eyes blurring. "I'll always love you." She squeaked, and walked towards home, holding a single white rose.





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Eric didn't really know the Mayor that well, as he hasn't been here as long as most of the occupants of the town, only being here for about 4 years, give or take. But, he still went to the most emotional funeral he'd ever been to. Not including his parent's.

There was a blonde girl, the Mayor's daughter he thinks, who seemed absolutely fine, as if she'd been to funerals everyday. But as soon as all the townspeople left, and were a considerable distance away, he saw her fall to her knees, and sob. He wanted to comfort her, as she was one of the first to welcome him to this new town when he arrived, and they'd kept a friendship, but, he didn't want to push it.

When he and his 'parents' returned home, Rosa went right back at being unusually busy. He shook his head at her, and retreated to the living room with Arturo, and they talked about werewolf things, even though he knew it was a touchy subject for Arturo, who's usually really quiet about that side of him.

"I don't want to be late, Art! I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!"

Eric sighed, rolling his eyes at Rosa. She's always so paranoid about being late, or too early. Can't she just calm down for 5 minutes? Please? He got up from the spot on the couch where he'd sat for a bit, still in his suit from the funeral. It was a nice black suit, and he planned on wearing to whatever this thing was they were going to. His 'mother' was definitely excited and.. anxious about it. So, he guessed it must be something of some worth.

Eric grabbed a box of food in the kitchen. When he was coming back through to go out the door, he noticed Arturo's phone ringing. "Hey Art, your phone's ringin'." He chuckled, and walked out the door. His eyes flashed yellow as he left, as he felt excited for some reason. Must be the wolf in him.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez

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Aileas was in town that day. Or more specifically, she was at the cemetery. In front of one tombstone. She had been coming more frequently after the death of the Mayor. It was to visit his grave and to add more protective spells around the town. She knows it will take a toll on her soon but this was necessary. Even the trees were grieving -she could tell. And a sad forest is more susceptible to dark magic.

She knew the Mayor's daughter was here. Just recently. If the dozen white roses are a tell-tale sign of her visit. She sighed and went to sit in front of the grave, unmindful of the dirt collecting at her thighs. As if this was a routine she had been doing all her life, she waved a hand in front of the grave and lilies, blue roses, and daffodils had suddenly sprung from the earth; curling itself onto the slab of stone, the blue roses -her favorite as blue roses are only made with an earth fairy's magic- creating an intricate design on the stone, giving it an elegant and timeless look. Just like the Mayor. For he will live forever in the memory of the McKenzie bloodline.

"Everyone misses you, sir. It still comes as a shock whenever ah try to visit yer home and ask for ye-your time only to remember you're now permanently residing here. To talk about mundane things, like the old times." She swallowed thickly, as hot tears started gushing from her eyes without her knowing. Her accent was getting the best of her and she suddenly had no control of it. Gulping a lungful of air, she let it all out in one fast whoosh and let her accent show.

"Ah' havnae yet ha' the pleasure o' mee'ing the new Mayor, ye ken. And Ahm a bi' hesitant to. Ah guess, Ah'll leave it ta faither ta talk to them. Ah need the rest. The poor trees are still grievin' for ye, sir."She sniffled and wiped the last drop of tear and leaned her head back, her knees stretching out to rest near the curled flowers. She hadn't had a breakdown for almost three days. The passing of the Mayor was hard on her. To her family as well. Serving as guardians, they were required to be in good terms with the Mayor to fulfill their roles to the best of their abilities. But sometimes. Close relationships can get the best of someone and can lead to the most saddest of days.

It was almost dark. Time for her to return and once again, repeat the ritual for a protective circle.

'Jus' a few more minutes..' She thought as her sitting posture relaxed, still hiccuping a bit as she tried to calm her nerves and concentrated on the ground's energy, slowly letting her hands get the earth's natural magic. It was one of the ways she found that successfully gather her emotions altogether after a breakdown.

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Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi

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Since the funeral of the mayor a few hours ago,Art had been in a state of deep contemplation. He was mainly thinking about how fragile life was, what if it had been Rosa or Eric in the car? He wasn't sure how he would cope living in the town on his own. Rosa's Magic helped him calm down the darkness within and without her he would be lost and get increasingly angry.

He was sat in the living room, his eyes staring at the coffee table his finger absentmindedly turning his wedding ring around his finger. He turned his head a little when Rosa called out to him "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all these to the town centre!"
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Arturo nodded mainly to himself his mind still astray, he sat up a little straighter his eyes watching the tress blow in the wind. "I don't want to be late,Art. I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!"

"Of course sweetheart..." Arturo called back and he finally made a move. Standing up he put on his suit jacket and walked into the kitchen picking up the boxes, Rosa must have already been at the town centre already. He noticed the smaller box of paper plates and plastic cutlery, Rosa must have forgotten them he smiled gently stacking them on top of the two boxes he had.

He was just about to close the door to the house when his phone started ringing and Eric being Eric he had to make a comment " Hey Art, I think your phones ringing"
Art sighed softly giving a soft chuckle "Really Eric? I thought a new breed of bird flew into the town and makes the exact same noise as my ringtone.."

He put the boxes down momentarily to pick up his phone, Rosa was probably calling him to ask about the paper plates and cutlery. " Hello darling, before you start you left the paper plates and things. I've got them I'll see you in a few minutes allright?" he smiled hanging up the phone he picked up the boxes and carried them to the town center.

Seeing Rosa he smiled taking the small box and handed it to her. He began to unpack the rest of the food wondering where Eric had got to.



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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez

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The moment Rosa heard the phone pick up, she opened her mouth to tell him what she forgot but he already proved he knew her very well already. "I knew there was a reason I married you." She told him before hanging up. She sighed in contentment. Even on a sad day like this he could bring her so much joy. She only wished she could brighten up Rimara's day as well. Not that she had seen her since the funeral. She had guided her son and husband away to give her the privacy she so craved. She didn't need to read her tarot cards to see what a fragile state she was in.

"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?" One of the sweetest girls, Rosa had ever met asked her. She looked up and smiled at the blonde.

"I would love if you helped me." Rosa said to her. "My husband is bringing more. How are you?" She asked, touching her arm and sending a burst of healing energy into her. She had been doing that all day to different people. Sure, it was taking on her but she saw it as he job for the wellfair of the town.

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The brunette slipped her phone into her pocket. She saw Eric and waved him over. "Hey, sweetie." She took the box of food from him and put it on the table. She didn't know what everyone, especially Rimara, would like to eat. "Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

She reached over and touched his shoulder, kissing his the top of his head. "Thank you, love. And if you need something, tell me okay? I'm always here for you." She reminded him. She gave him a small smile and started pulling out the dishes he had brought. She laid them out across the table. She was glad to see a few people were also bringing dishes as well.

She looked over at Ula and smiled at her. "Do you have any plans for the festival?" She asked her.

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The next thing she knew it her husband was insight. She gave him a peck on the cheek then rubbed her lipstick mark off his cheek. "Thank you for bringing the rest." She said to him.

She sighed, doing a quick survey of the town. Slowly people were coming. No one seemed to have changed out of their black funeral clothes but everyone wanted to celebrate the life of their great Mayor. Most things were in walking distance so even when people had cars, they hardly used them. She raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun as it came to stop next to her. It was a Stranger's car.

"Hi. Hello. Excuse me? Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low." The man spoke to her.

It took a moment for Rosalynn to pull heself out of her daze. "Hi there. We do of course, it's just closed today. All of the businesses are. Our mayor died and we're having a wake to celebrate his life and what a great man he was. Do you see that coffee shop?" She asked, pointing to it just across the street. "Park there, my husband and I own it, and come and have something to eat. We'll get you a room at the hotel and get you gas in the morning?"

She reached out her hand to shake his. She didn't have to touch his skin to know this man was not a supernatural creature. He was human and their new Mayor. "I'm Rosalynn DeGari, but you can call me Rosa. This is my husband, Arturo DeGari. Welcome to Mystic Grove."




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Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez

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Ula could feel the healing energy working into her system, and she managed to meet Rosa's eyes as she smiled, "I'm doing better, thank you. But... try not to wear yourself out too much, kay? Your magic works wonders but we're no good without you. And speaking of which, how are you, Eric, and Arturo? Oh, and your sister and uncle?" She smiled again before turning away to start helping with the unpacking. Her thoughts wandered as she did this, though her ears were still open for replies and questions. 'Utensils.... Oo-ten-see-els, yule tent seals, you ten seals... Wierd words.' That's when she heard Mendzailla's name, and her main thoughts bounced to the topic of her sprite friend. But before she continued focusing on her scattered mind, she looked up and greeted Eric with a wave.

'I'll have to vsit Mendzailla later too. I should visit everyone, bring things they like or I think they might like. See if I can make their week a little better. No one should be upset for too long, it wouldn't be right. This place is usually so sunny and fun with our festivals hosted by... how many people? Eighteen? Thirty?' The young mermaid shrugged to herself, before snapping from her thoughts with a dazed blinking, pulled out by a question from Rosa.

Ula smiled and shrugged again, to Rosalynn this time, "Not really. I'll help with what I'm asked to do, dance a lot, participate in a few things, try not to freak out." She gave a small laugh, sounding almost sheepish as she knew what could happen if she saw some people doing certain things. She disliked when this happened, but in those moments didn't know what to do. "Try to stay out of trouble, of course, and not hurt too many people. What about your plans? Anything special?"

Then with a smile and a nod of greeting towards Arturo, Ula continued helping and sunk back into her thoughts. 'Special? Special's also a funny word. Wierd. What's weird? Art, people, etc., the word etcetera, age. Thinking of age, we have lots of different ages here, don't we?' She knew most of the "Mystic Grovian's" ages, or had learned them at some point wether through blunt questioning or piecing it together, and her wanderng mind began counting up the ages that came off the top of her head, 'Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, fourty-three, fourty-eight, fifty-two, ninety-seven, and... a hundred and twen-' Her concentration was suddenly saved again, but this time by somethin... odd. An unfamiliar voice had awaken her. It was a man, obviously, maybe middle-aged.

Finally, Ula turned to look behind her and found Rosalynn speaking with a man in a minivan, it was driven by a woman from what she could see but she couldn't tell if there was anyone else. She jogged, almost skipping, until she was next to Rosalynn. Though... it would probably be more considered behind her even as she leaned to wave to the newcomers. For the moment, all of her previous sorrows had been forgotten at the appearance of new faces. Ula even waved to the other windows, just in case there was someone else, "Hi! We're sorry for the inconvenience of it being closed. But the hotel is cozy and lots of people here cook really good food. I hope you enjoy your stay!" It would considered near impossible for others, but this was Ula Morgan, and she lost balance without the slightest of provokation. A gasp escaped her and she grabbed onto Rosa's arm for just a moment, squeaking out a quick "Sorry!" and trying to gently brush the sparkling salt from her tears off of Rosa's arm.



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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez

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Noah was so bored without internet. Would it really kill his father to get one of those modems for travel that cellular services provided. As usual the dark headed boy was silent in the back seat, his earbuds in his ears and his iPod blared anything but what his dad decided to play. He looked out the window. Trees. Everywhere. He had never been a big fan of forest. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from the internet and having to be outside that was a downer for him.

He looked to the front when he heard his aunt say his name. ”Huh?” He pulled one of the buds out of his ear. He glanced between his dad and aunt. They went back to talking to each other. He shrugged and put his earbud back in. It wasn’t until the car slowed as they exited onto a ramp that he looked up again. He leaned over so he could see the dashboard and saw they were on empty. He gave a huff, rolling his eyes. ”Of course.” He just wanted to get to wherever they were going. He hated long car rides. At least at the gas station would give him a reason to get out of the car and stretch his long legs.

When his father pulled over to talk to a women, Noah pulled out one of the buds again so he could hear the conversation. He narrowed his eyes. He had read too many of his father’s horror stories not to find it a little suspicious that they were inviting them to a picnic or whatever it was. It wasn’t like they’d kill someone to throw a party just in case someone happened to stumble into her town. But his stomach rolled at the idea of food. When had he last ate? He looked next to him seeing a few empty candy bar wrappers.

He stayed quiet in the backseat. He looked back as another girl ran over. His eyebrows shot up. Did her eyes just pour out salt instead of tears? He blinked but just like it was gone. He looked at his aunt, feeling a little unsettled. He wasn’t sure what they should do but as soon as her dad turned back to them with the window rolled up his stomach growled again.

”I think we should try out the food… I mean we don’t really have an appointment.. so why not just check out this place? Maybe they have some homes for sell?” Noah suggested from the backseat, trying to get a peek at what food they had on the table.

”They have pie.” He said suddenly, pressing up to the window to look. He caught sight of the women who had been talking to his father. He blushed and gave a sheepish grin and waved. He looked at his aunt and father once more. ”What’s one night? Would you rather keep going and get stuck somewhere without gas?” He asked.

Noah jumped involuntarily when the man knocked on the window. He listened to him and looked back at them, giving them a pointed look. ”I do not want to get stuck on the side of a mountain for the night.” He shook his head.




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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo

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"Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

"Um... sure, Rosa." Eric mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He looked around, seeing mainly his mother running around and setting everything up. "Yeah, so I'll just... go on..." He scratched the back of his neck. As he started to leave, he noticed Rimara and Kane coming up too. Giving a slight wave, he then crossed the street, wondering where Mendzaillia even was.

He just barely remembered where she lived, going up, and knocking loudly on the door. "Mendzaillia? Hey, you there?" He had a concerned look on his face as he heard muffled sobs, and jiggled the doorknob silently. "Hey, look, I just wanna help you, alright?"



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"Yer father was a great man, It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im. Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"

Rimara swallowed. God, life was harsh today. Dreams, fears, were becoming true right in front of her. A new citizen? It's obviously the new fucking mayor. But, instead of crashing a party that has some potential of being a good memory, she slowly stopped her walking with Kane. "I thank you soo much for the walk, Kane, really. I just... I can't be here. Not now." She muttered, and nodded to him, before walking back in the direction they'd just come from.

Her head was reeling. All she could think about was her father. Her father's death. The poor, beloved Mayor of a small, where every citizen loved him. It was almost like he was the Andy Griffith of Mayberry here. Who was she going to turn to? How does she even move on with life? Everything seems so hopeless, and dull..

And that's when she nearly ran into someone. "Dear God, I'm so.." She stopped, seeing him. Him... the man she loved at one point. The man she'd secretly seen while her father was alive. "Oscar." She breathed, barely a whisper, and brought a hand up to wipe her eyes, as well as push back a stray part of her bangs.

"I.. I'm sorry. I was just leaving." She stuttered slightly, and for a second, felt comfortable meeting his eyes. It was in that moment. That second. There it was. That little, mischievous, good for nothing spark decided to light itself. Rimara then looked away and straight ahead as she started back on her destined path.

God, she loved him still. If she didn't.. then she was definitely sick, because her stomach was fluttering.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II

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Ula tried to brush the remaining salt from her cheeks, but it just made it stay. To be honest she didn't mind it much, all it really did was make it look like she had sparkly powder on her cheeks. As she watched the window roll up, she couldn't help but almost laugh at a sudden thought. "You know, I've read a few horror books and seen a few movies. The ones with little villages towns being really nice to random strangers and inviting them to stay often... end with one or none of the visitors leaving." She shrugged, looking to the people that were near her, "I'm... gonna go see if I can hep with setting up anything. Seeya, Rosa." She smiled and gave an odd little gesture, almost like a shrug, but with a smile and start into a happy walk bck towardste tables. Before she got too far she turned to wave farewell to the newcomers, thogh she only just greeted them. [color=teal]"Enjoy!"

She then contnued on her way to the tables and... her smile faltered smewhat. Her sorrow had momentarily disappeared at the thouht of new people, but returnd wen she turned towards the event and remembered the meaning of it. Her step sobered and she avoided eye contact with those she pased. The hurt was still frsh inher,but Rosalynn's healing energy did work wonders. After this day was over, she was going to mosey on her way back home, maybe relax in a tree and end up falling asleep... maybe check the waters for trash or anything needing to be cleaned or purified.


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Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Glenn Kyung Character Portrait: Lucy Kyung Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II

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Lucy squealed, reaching up and planting a kiss on Glenn's cheek. "Right away, boss!" she said, leaping from his coat and onto the ground. In mid air, her body shivered and shook off her human form. As her paws hit the grass, she looked up at Glenn. With a bark, she bounced up in the air and broke into a run. The wind rippled against her fur as she loped along the cemetery. Then, almost as suddenly, she stopped. Her ears flicked forward and her whiskers rustled. She snuffled against the grass, looking for something unfamiliar and strange. Nothing yet but a vague sound from the distance caught her ear.

She turned to Glenn, eyes dark and focused. With a loud, long whine, she called to him. Without waiting she began to bound towards the town square. Lucy slipped around the tombstones and leapt over patches of crab grass and dead flowers. As she drew closer, the smells of food and people enveloped her nose. Her whiskers flicked as she tried to decipher what was who. If she learned anything it was that people attracted more people and eventually a human would show up, stinking of mortality and mundanity.

Lucy slowed to a cautious stalk, avoiding feet and crying mourners. She slipped beneath a table, catching glimpses of conversation. Everyone was talking about the mayor or the food or what needed to be put on the tables. Nothing of interest. She crept beneath, unseen, until she caught a scent she had never come across before. She recognized Arturo and Rosa. Arturo, especially, frightened her. He smelled too wolfish for her comfort. Rosa's scent, however, was unmistakable. Her work with potions gave her a constant herbal smell, earthy and fresh.

She bolted towards the shops to get a closer look. Most took no notice of her but the new smell was unpredictable. There could be danger hiding within. Lucy stayed close to the walls of the shops, stalking slowly towards Arturo and Rosa. She saw them talking to others, hidden within a car. Her ears flicked. It had to humans but were they the right humans? Glenn would want to be sure. She couldn't disappoint him. What she needed were clothes. Humans were notoriously obsessed with clothes. She was just lucky she was near home.

Lucy bolted back towards the townhouse. She had moved in with her grandmother to perfect her craft. The older her grandmother got, the more she needed protection from man-made walls. A nasty scar from a fight with another animal had left her with a limp. But the townhouse was usually empty. It was more of a facade than a home. As she went inside, she shivered back to human form and headed to her home. It was a mess and a strange mockery of human life. Dishes were stacked clean in the bathtub. A couch sat in the kitchen, tucked against the fridge. The living room had no furniture apart from countless pillows and a makeshift pillow fort. Lucy started sniffing through her clothes. Nothing quite matched each other but it mattered little to her. She slipped into a galaxy leggings, a neon tulle skirt and an oversized t-shirt, tied in a small knot at the end. She slipped on some sneakers and headed back to the town square.

Not one for subtly, she approached the car much the same way a bull would charge towards a matador's cape. She pressed her face against the back window and spotted a boy her own age, or at least appeared that way. Age was relative in this town. In the front seat were two people, a man and a woman. They smelled related. Always a little unsure of how to deal with humans, she started to yell, "Are you staying here?" as if hearing were a magic ability.

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Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II Character Portrait: Finn Berggren

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Parking his car at the bar his mother owns, which wasn't far from the town square. He adjusted his hair, he cannot look out of order like he did this morning. No one should think that he can't control his urges. He finally got out of his car, and headed towards the town square. He noticed that although people were there it seemed a bit empty. Maybe it was all the negative energy, and their grief over the dead human body that was rotting in the cemetery. He didn't want to seem rude, but how does one pretend to like someone they never did.

He approached the square and decided to make way to the table with the drinks, he sure could use a drink right now. He's stressed out right now and some alcohol would loosen him up a bit. He walked in an elegant way, being alive for over ninety-seven years gave him reason to, he doesn't want to come off as some twenty year old who doesn't know what he's doing. Although he clearly looks like one, if you don't know him. Taking a cup he filled it with some whiskey and downed it in seconds, and then poured himself another full cup before moving away from the table and ascending the stairs of the gazebo that stood in the center of the square.

Finn wanted to observe, he saw Ula and Oscar pouring some drinks at one table, and Rosa with Arturo talking to some people, some humans, passing by the town. He saw Rimara from a distance, she looked like she wasn't ready to go to an event like this. He was right in his assumption when he saw her going away from the town square.

Another urge hit him, as he though about Rimara being the only human that lived in this hell hole. If only she wasn't so nice and innocent for him to hurt. He wished that more humans lived in this supernatural infested town. He looked over to the car that was still there, and saw a young guy's head pop into view. A beautiful young nerdy guy, who probably had sweet tasting blood. He shook at the thought that popped into his head. He mustn't think of blood right now, especially not human.

He groaned as he faced away from the car and mumbled, "Crap, Crap! Just what I needed a new HUMAN family stopping by. It'd be nice if they stayed for a while, but who knows how long I'll control myself with that sweet thing around." Finn knew how to take care of his urges, but if this family did stay for long he would have these urges more often. Then again, this town is lacking humans. Downing his second cup of whiskey he needed a distraction.

He left the gazebo, and was about to approach Ula, but it seemed as if she was too distressed, so he decided to leave her alone. Now he was left alone with Rosa and Arturo who were still hanging around the humans. He wondered how long he had to be present at this thing, before it was considered he officially attended the event.