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Kane MacTavish

"Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind."

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a character in “Mystic Grove”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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|Name|
Kane Jude MacTavish

|Nickname|
Besides simply being called by his first name, Kane has also been called "KJ" for quite some time. Quite honestly, he tends to reply to that nickname more than his own name. By close friends, he is also called by his last name.

|Gender|
Male

|Ethnicity|
White European (Irish and Scottish) -- In fact, he moved from Ireland to America in his teens. He still hasn't managed to shake that Irish accent.

|Sexuality|
Bisexual

|Role|
Male Two

|Face Claim|
Stephen Amell



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|Height|
Six feet, one inch

|Weight|
One hundred eighty pounds

|Hair Color|
Brown but with an obvious reddish tinge to it

|Eye Color|
Blue

|General Appearance|
KJ stands just over six feet and has an intimidating build from a life of soccer and rugby. He's quite the gentle giant. Kane looks Irish with his reddish hair and light eyes, only perpetuating stereotypes about his ethnicity. Other than his height and weight, Kane has very few outstanding qualities. He has never wanted a tattoo, nor has he wanted piercings of any kind. But he does have scars. Some of them come from his work as a Runner, racing through the brush. But there are many that come from his recent run in with a gang. His nose is slightly crooked at one point from a break. His face and arms as well as his torso bear scars from knives.



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|Personality|
Many who have never bothered to get to know KJ simply write him off as an ignorant brute. Perhaps he is at times. Kane has never truly found a love for the finer things in life. But he's a fun-loving person, and he's quite easy to get along with as long as his tendency to be a bit slow doesn't piss one off. To put it simply, KJ acts much like a dog does. He's often quite active and excited, much like a teenager who has never truly grown up. And why must he when he can be whatever he wants to be and has never truly needed to settle down and find a job? Those who know KJ know that he's a genuine person who never truly means anyone harm. It's probably what gave him the opportunity to be the town's Runner in the first place. Though he's been injured, his respect in the town certainly hasn't diminished, but sometimes he worries it has. Quite often, he finds himself worrying if perhaps he is more ignorant than he thinks, if perhaps he really is nothing more than a source of humor for his "friends".

|Likes|
❤ Scotch ❤ Football (both American and European) ❤ Snow ❤ Sweaters ❤ Imitating Others ❤ People ❤ Swimming ❤ Animals ❤ Alternative Rock ❤ Sunshine ❤ Rugby ❤ The Forest ❤

|Dislikes|
✘ Quick Judgement of His Character ✘ Sparkling Water ✘ High-Brow Humor ✘ Muggy Weather ✘ Silence ✘ Spicy Foods ✘ Heavy Rain ✘ Being Alone ✘ Stereotypes ✘ Wordless Songs ✘ Cities ✘ Being Ill ✘



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|History|
Kane's life begins in Dublin, Ireland. His parents, Cedric and Mary, owned a flat above Mary's office where she practiced as a family doctor. Cedric, on the other hand, was an artist who worked out of their flat. It was Cedric who had been born a Shapeshifter though Mary was a carrier of the trait. She simply had never chosen to pursue the gift and therefore found it difficult to use overall. But Cedric had spent his childhood honing his skills, and he was often capable of going out for runs in the woods with his children as various creatures. Kane was born after an elder sister, Harriet, and alongside a twin sister, Gwen. Only he and Gwen, however, were ever capable of shifting.

As a boy, KJ often spent his time playing with his ability. Though Mary was initially apprehensive about letting the child explore his gift, Cedric argued that it was something he ought to understand. It would benefit him later in life. When KJ was ten, tension between his parents peaked and his father left Dublin. Though his mother kept her children in Dublin, Kane longed to join his father in America where he had settled in a town called Mystic Grove. His mother forbade him from using his powers, but he would often spend his time out in the forest by himself or with Gwen. Though he was never academically gifted, he was athletically gifted.

On an athletic scholarship, he left Dublin at 18 to attend college in America. Finally, he was able to see his father for the first time in years. KJ could have easily just run away at 18, but he hoped to play sports professionally. When he finally visited his father in Mystic Grove, however, he knew he couldn't leave. In fact, he would never see his sisters or mother again. Kane dropped out of college and moved in with his father, a very aged man by then, for he had not been very young when KJ was born. Mystic Grove was all he had ever wanted or hoped for: a place where he didn't have to hide his abilities. Quickly, and most likely thanks to his father, he gained the trust of the citizens of Mystic Grove.

When he was twenty-one, they appointed him as their Runner. He knew, of course, how important it was to the town to have a reliable Runner. For years he would serve them as well as he could. KJ had no fear when he did his job, for he knew that the others depended upon him to bring supplies in. When he was twenty-eight, however, tragedy struck.

His father died suddenly while he was out on a job. His focus was off for the next few runs, and it was during one of these runs that he was apprehended by a gang. They broke his nose and a few ribs and slashed at him with knives. He was quite lucky to return alive, but the recovery process was a long one indeed. He isn't jealous, per say, of the new Runner, but he does worry that it means the town no longer needs him like they once did.


So begins...

Kane MacTavish'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: 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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It had killed him to watch the lid on Mayor Wellford's casket finally close, for it meant he would no longer see the Mayor's smile. It had killed him to be one of the pallbearers who transported the casket to the grave, for it meant that he would no longer speak to the man. It had killed him most of all when the dirt had come down over the casket, for that meant that he was truly dead and couldn't have been brought back from the dead even by the town's most skilled citizens.

After the funeral, KJ had curled up in sweater and downed a few glasses of Scotch from the bottle his sisters had sent for Christmas last year. He hardly opened up the Scotch they sent for both Christmas and his birthday, but that had been a special occasion, and he needed something to comfort him. His dogs had curled up at his feet, whining softly for his attention. He hated sad things. But now, at 11:30, he realized he had to get up to go to Town Square. The night before, he told himself he would try to bake something, but now it seemed utterly futile. Besides, he'd never actually been able to bake.

Instead, KJ made his way upstairs to shower and change into a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. Afterwards, he scoured the house as he looked for something acceptable to bring to the gathering. In the end, he settled on two prime bottle of whiskey. He threw a few plastic cups in a brown paper bag beside the whiskey for good measure. Thinking again, he also grabbed a miniature keg of Heineken beer that he had picked up on some run at one point.

Finally, he left the house with his bag, containing everything, in his arms. He had hardly made it past a block when he noticed a figure moving his way. For a moment, he worried that he had managed to miss the festivities. But then he realized it was the Mayor's daughter. "Rimara?" he called, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. She of all people should have known of the celebration of Mayor Wellford's life. "Where ya goin', lass?" His accent, a mixture of his mother's Dublin accent and his father's Limerick accent, coated his words heavily. He shifted the bag in his arms and noticed the single white rose in her hand, and despite how slow he often was, he easily could tell she was still mourning greatly. "C'mon, we can walk there t'gether. I hav' some whiskey, an' I'd hate t' see it go t' waste."

In times like these, he often Shifted to create some humor. Now, however, he failed to think of something he could do to cheer the poor woman up. He had lost his father years ago, but he assumed it had been different, for KJ still had a town of supernatural creatures to support him. She was alone in this town until the new Mayor arrived.

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"Rimara? Where ya goin', lass?"

Rimara looked up as she'd heard her name, and couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit better that someone actually cared for her in this town where she was basically alone. Being human, and the only in her family.

"I.. I was just.. going home. I don't exactly feel like going to the Mayor's thing today." She frowned, and looked down at the little rose in her hand, still putting off it's white glow. God, she loved white roses.

"C'mon, we can walk there t'gether. I hav' some whiskey, an' I'd hate t' see it go t' waste."

Rimara opened her mouth to object, and say how sad she was, or how she was in mourning, but quickly decided against it, and just nodded, looking at Kane. She knew of Kane, but they'd never taken time out of their lives to see the other. She had kinda hoped maybe one day she'd have a full conversation with him, and just talk, but, she didn't know what to talk about exactly.

"Whiskey... whiskey sounds good.." She agreed with Kane, trying to make an attempt at some conversation today, even if she will be completely silent during the Mayor's thing they were going to today. "Do I need to help you carry something?" Rimara asked suddenly. It looked like he had it, but it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

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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: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez

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Kane frowned subtly and perhaps a concern flashed in his eyes. He would have spoken again, if she didn't reply, to tell her that they were there for her, that this celebration was as much for the old Mayor as it was for her in some ways. Instead, he smiled back at her happily. She'd lived there for years, as had he, yet the two had hardly exchanged a few words.

"It tends t' make e'erythin' a bit be'er" he replied, smirking slightly as he said so. He replied, initially, to her question with a shake of the head. "Nah, I've got e'erythin'. Don' worry yerself." They walked for a bit in silence, and KJ bit his lip for a moment as he debated on what to say next.

"Yer father was a great man,"
he said after some time. "It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im." He was silent again as they walked into the town's square. His eyes fell nearly instantly upon the unfamiliar minivan that Ula and Rosa had already crowded around. "Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"








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Malcolm's brow furrowed slightly as the woman finally turned to face him. She seemed at a loss for a moment, but she suddenly regained herself and flew into a quick summary of what the townsfolk were apparently up to. At the end, he slowly accepted her hand in a handshake. "O-oh..." he said softly, also temporarily at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry to hear that...about your mayor." His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. This was weird. Like, really weird. He'd read and written enough horror stories to know that strange people asking you to spend the night usually didn't end well.

"Look, uh, Rosa...we'd love to. Really. But we have...a realtor to meet with in the morning, and I really don't want to keep her waiting, you know?" That was bullshit. He had no idea where they'd be staying at their new town, and he hadn't even spoken to a realtor.

He then looked to the younger, blonde girl who chirped a greeting at him. He simply waved back, feeling as though he ought not to speak anymore least he upset them, and he certainly didn't want to do so with the car so low on fuel. "Let me...er...talk for a moment..." He gestured to Tierra as he rolled up the window and looked in her direction. "What the hell do we do?" He hissed the question under his breath as if worried the citizens of Mystic Grove might overhear him.

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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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