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Appearance:

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Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

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Oswald Connoly- Survival

As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area.

Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down.

Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat.

Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"

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Sangue Naga - Survival

Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod.

Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom.

Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders.

Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her.

...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however.

While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman,

"Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible."

The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.

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Robert Fallson - Practice

Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.


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Age
Twenty-Five

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Appearance
Avery is a natural brunnette with long flowing hair. Her lips are a nice color of pink, although they are thin. She has grey eyes and healthy, smooth skin. She stands at 5'8 and weighs about 120lbs. You will find Avery wearing a lot of tank tops, jeans, and all around casual clothes. She has a few piercings here and there, one on her belly button that she always wears, and another on her nose which she prefers to keep out. If you manage to sneak a peek at her body, you'll see a tattoo on her ribs, saying 'Be the one to guide me, but never hold me down.'

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Human, Werewolf, Or Hunter?
Avery is an average human being, with little to lose.

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What Is Your Life Like?
Avery lives a simple life that no one else would trade for. Though she was given away and treated roughly, she has always managed to smile through her pain and has tried to be a social person.

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History
Avery was born to two rough parents. Her mom would tell her almost every day how she was a mistake, and her father would ignore her all together. She grew up in solitude, never really getting attached to anyone around her, which proved to be a good thing later in life.

At the age of sixteen, Avery's parents put her up for adoption, in a small orphanage that was full of younger children. Since Avery was so old compared to the others, she never managed to get adopted, and at the age of eighteen she was kicked out of the orphanage with little money and no place to go.

In the span of two years, she managed to stand on her own two feet, with a small job as a waitress and a rented apartment she called 'home'. She never tried to settle down with anyone, always deciding that if she did, she would end up getting hurt. So she tried to stay as secluded as possible, without as many friends as she wanted.

Lately, Avery has been paying more attention to the conversations going on in the restaurant, because more people have been coming in for a warm place to stay. She's snuck past tables, hearing whispers from men and women about "Dangers in the night," and "dog attacks." Avery has always been rather curious about these sorts of conversations, and she finds herself thinking about them late at night. It was interesting how people would talk in hushed tones, and then when she came to take their orders they would be all loud and awkward. She was starting to piece little bits of information together, but she didn't want to seem crazy, and never talked about it with the few friends she had.

Relationships
Fayth: Avery works at the same restaurant as Fayth Morrow, and is kind of concerned about her clumsy attitude. They pull night shifts together, and yet they never hang out exclusively.

Werewolves in general: Avery works at the bar where all the wolves gather, and She has noticed that before every full moon, the same group comes down to the bar.

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Stíofán ó Faoláin

It was the last night before the full moon, and Stephen walked down the stairs of the block of flats that all of the werewolves lived in, and strolled down the road. It was beginning to get dark, and soon there would be a slight chill in the air. This is normal for Greyville, however, and Stephen liked this. It reminded him of home, back in Ireland. He continued down the road until he got to the pub, the last one in Greyville in fact, The Backhouse. All of the werewolves liked to go here on the last night before the full moon. They wouldn't be able to have much to drink tomorrow night, so they drank tonight to make up for it.

Stephen walked into the pub, and looked around. He was the first of the werewolves there, as per usual. The rest of them had family to say goodbye to, or some work to do, or something like that. Stephen didn't have any of this. He didn't have a wife or children to say goodbye to, and legally, he wasn't a US citizen, so he couldn't get a job. He didn't want to risk applying for a work visa and being deported because he was here illegally. There was no police station in Greyville, and the police who were supposed to patrol the town rarely came, anyway.

Stephen found a relatively dark area of the pub, he didn't really feel like speaking to anyone, and sat down. He'd wait for a few more werewolves to come in before he ordered a drink, and perhaps he'd get drunk enough to feel like striking up a conversation with someone.

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~Anton~

Anton looked up at the moon - it was almost full. Pulling on her jacket, she edged into the darkness beyond her apartment door. She could hear other people (probably werewolves) saying goodbye to family and friends, and sighed. As she walked down the stairs a few fellow werewolves gave her dirty looks; she gave them straight back. She felt like getting drunk. Too drunk. The drink would drown all her sorrows, like being demoted, her friend loss, everything. Besides, the more she drank, the less discomfort she would feel tomorrow.

As Anton walked into the cool night air, she could (with her developed senses) smell someone lurking in the shadows. She pretended not to notice them, then turned around and pounced. Her face connected with the pavement. 'Ah.' she thought, when her eyes met with a squirrel. Maybe she was losing her touch. Heading towards the bar, she could swear she smelled an unpleasant human scent.

Anton walked in the bar.
"Gimme a round o' Fireside Flamers - mostly wine, yeah?" she ordered at the barmaid. She could see a fellow beta wolf, Stephen, lurking in a corner. She gave him a small salute and, grinning, yelled behind her,
"And an extra strong vodka!"

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"What time do you think you're going to be back tonight?"

Goddammit, Ryan knew he was going to ask that question. And the worst part was, he heard the change in Michael's voice on the other side of the phone when he asked it. The upbeat chattery voice he'd had a moment ago when discussing his latest art project at the Community College was gone. Ryan could see him now, his face tinged with paint, tanned skin smudged with red and white and blue, pacing in front of a canvas barefoot and shirtless while he stood on a white sheet in their loft. Now Michael sounded like he was treading eggshells. Or broken glass.

Ryan had to take a very loud pull on his cigarette to buy himself a moment to think. The Monthly Pack meetings were a necessity. Not just because of his status as a Beta, but it was a condition for his moving in with Michael. Bad enough he felt like he'd abandoned one family to start another, but Michael was definitely suspicious about the "fishing trips" he went on every month.

"I, ah, won't be back until morning," Ryan said cautiously. "Group meeting, you know? We're going down to the river to catch trout."

Silence.

"Right," Michael said. "Trout."

"Or whatever we can catch. Fish is fish." Please don't get pissed. Please don't get pissed!

"Whatever. Call me when you get back. I'll probly be over in Portside getting my gallery showing set up."

Click.

'I'll be there for the gallery!' was on the tip of Ryan's tongue when Michael hung up.

But that was that. Ryan shut his phone down, tossed the cigarette against the back wall of the building, and shuffled back inside through the kitchen. He wanted to hit someone. Something. He couldn't help feeling pissed at Michael for not giving him one night a month to be himself. At the same time, he was completely pissed at himself for not telling Michael the truth. It wasn't a guarantee that Michael would run for the hills screaming if he knew Ryan was one level above an "extreme closet Furry" as he'd once put it. But it WAS a guarantee that he'd be forced into their club if he found out what Ryan moonlighted as.

There was no dancing around that fine line. So Ryan kept lying to Michael about fishing trips, despite never buying a pole or tackle ever ("The club has extras, so why spend the money?") and always bringing home stuff from the Market ("No bights last night, babe. But I'll make you dinner!") The whole reason Ryan kept lying to Michael was to give himself a taste of the real world. What his life might have been like if Topeka hadn't happened. He was getting the full package of human relationships now- especially the "lying to one's spouse about some deep dark secret" thing.

At the bar, Michael spotted Stephen hiding in the corner and instinctively poured him a cold PBR, sliding it to one of the servers to send his way.

When Anton showed up and asked for her Fireside Flamers, Ryan had to roll his eyes. He popped open a bottle of California red, then opened an underside fridge where he kept "the good stuff" chilled. The bottle of vodka he pulled out was on special order for Anton A.) because it was $70 a bottle and B.) because she was the only person in this state crazy enough to drink it. All the other vodkas he kept were way too weak in her opinion, and she'd let Ryan know. "Anton, you know this stuff is practically jet fuel, yeah?"

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Carlson

The night was young, and so were most of the betas.

That was sort of a reminder to Carlson as he slipped on his jacket to head to the bar. He had to make sure no one got too drunk to where they started something- he couldn't afford to pay the bar's owner again. A lot of his Omega's decide to rest these days, but there was bound to be a few at the bar to assist him. He slinked in, and sat at the bar, just ordering a lager. He would not get drunk tonight, so this would be all he'd get. He prayed he wouldn't be breaking up any fights tonight. Looking over at the barrister, who he'd told Stiofan to scope out as a potential new member- perhaps they'd even train together as Omegas if Carlson could get things going his way.

Nanix

Tonight was going to be busy as hell. It always is, once a month. The day varies but its almost always before the full moon. Why? Nanix had no idea, but any excuse to see and chat with the irish guy who always came in was good enough for her. She cleaned a few glasses before people started coming in, and wiped down the bar as patron's sat. She served swiftly- not having to make anything frilly helped, and she tried not to visibly perk up when Stiofan entered. She waited for him to get situated before taking a breath and walking over to him. "Hey there, what cna I get you?"

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Avery walked slowly down to the bar, looking at unfamiliar faces on the way there. Tonight was usually the bar's biggest rush. A group always came in, the day before the full moon. They were such frequents, Avery had marked each of these days on the bar's calendar as RUSH.

She walked into the bar from the back, heading through the area where bottles and ingredients were stored. She picked a few bottles out of the fray, knowing some of the favorites their frequents had, and with a small bounty in her hands, she headed into the front room. She saw Ryan, and smiled weakly at him. "Ryan, is the special up on the chalkboard yet?" Her voice was frail and polite, her eyes looked like they had been fully bloodshot just moments ago.

She set the bottles under the bar, and fingered each one, counting them. Then, on the far corner of the bar, Avery found her apron. She tied it around her waist, and checked each pocket to make sure she had her tools. Then she walked through the small side door labeled employees only, and went out to take guests orders.

Like any waitress, she worked for her tip. She talked casually to all the patrons in the bar, smiling and laughing along with them. She didn't judge people, and when they were looking glum she asked what their problems were. She did this all around the bar. Dancing between tables and the kitchen and the bar, asking for drinks, preparing meals when she had the time, and giving people the special treatment. All the while she had questions floating in her head, who are these people really? Why am I so nice, but I never get any friends? Why am I so lonely? Yet, she still did her job with a smile that never seemed to falter.


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Age: 15

Element: Light

Appearance:

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Personality: Vera is a laidback yet confident individual with a desire to be warm and amiable towards others. She gives off a refined, elegant vibe that may make her come across as arrogant or cause her friendliness to be perceived as superficial. She may also seem nonchalant and even a little naïve at times. Vera has the tendency to take her privileges for granted and overlook the needs of others, usually unintentionally, but takes no offence at being reminded about her display of such behaviour as she is willing to learn to get along with others, unless of course, that means going against anything she feels strongly about.

History: Vera was born into a well-to-do family that owed their wealth to their ownership of SnuqHomes, a well-known furniture and home accessories company in the region where she grew up. Being an only child, she was constantly pampered with expensive gifts by her parents, but not so much with their time due to their busy schedules. Still, Vera was contented with her life and all it provided her with, right up till her early teens. Well, till she turned fifteen, to be exact, for that was the year when she learned that she was gifted with the element of light, much to the dismay of her family.

Due to general prejudice towards Elementalists, Vera's parents, who were highly-respected business figures were apprehensive about the status of the family. They were acquainted with many who were not exactly tolerant of those gifted with elemental powers. If word got out that their own daughter was an Elementalist, much trouble may follow. At a loss of what to do, Vera's parents resorted to travelling to an Elementalist community in secret in an attempt to seek advice regarding their current situation. That was when they learnt of Elemental Academy, a solution that they were thankful for. After they returned from the visit, Vera was promptly and discreetly sent off to the academy where she was free to use her gift and no longer had to hide it.

Equipment: A pair of dome magnifying glasses she experiments with to attempt amplifying her powers.

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"I'll say," Vera replied to Silas pointing out the irony with another laugh. "Hopefully I can learn to control it a little better soon."

Waving her flashlight across the path, she realized that it had gotten much wider. Were they already back at the crossroads? What was her companion's response to her concern about the fog that wasn't there when she made her first choice? Was he letting her make the next one? How nice of him to have that much confidence in her decision, but oh the pressure... A long sigh escaped her lips. "I know, I just afraid of getting lost, that's all. I guess we can just try the next one we-"

Vera was cut off by a shout in their direction. Squinting through the mist, she could make out two figures sitting on the ground. One of them seemed to be beckoning her and Silas over. She glanced at Silas, a little unsure of whether or not it was a trap, before deciding to approach the figures with caution. She then relaxed when she had gotten close enough to see their faces. From the way the two teenagers were dressed, it looked like they were a couple of the seniors who were actively involved in the event, though probably not anymore, seeing as how the boy had taken some damage from a 'nasty thornbush', as he had put it, and the girl was tearing up.

Vera raised an eyebrow in slight surprise when the male senior explained the situation. "The headmaster? He's in on this too? I thought this was fully a student-run event."

The older blonde's outburst then made Vera jump and stumble back into Silas. She found herself instinctively catching hold of his arm with both of her hands, before looking at him and then quickly letting go while she turned away, slightly embarrassed. However, she was soon over it as she addressed the seniors.

"Oh dear, we definitely will," she told them in concern. "Thank you for telling us the way." Thank you for possibly helping us to win this thing too...

Vera did consider the possibility of this being one big prank to send them down another wrong path, though, as Silas had said, any path they pick would be a guess as good as any other. She then turned to Silas, gesturing to one of the paths the older boy had pointed to. "So... you want to try this one?"

[Assistant]
@Regitnui

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Dia could have feinted right there with how her heart was beating its way out of her chest.

Felix had just freed them, and had given her a choice. A decision. She'd never been asked that before.

She tried to answer, but it was just coming out as partial words and overall gibberish.

She gave up, huffing out a breath in frustration. Why did she always have to be like this?

Unlike last time, she knew he wanted it. That realization hit her suddenly, once his question fully sunk into her mind.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved closer to Felix and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes," Dia finally managed to mutter, the word getting half stuck in her throat on the way out. Standing on her toes, she kissed him for the second time. Their surroundings fell away, and there was only him.

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Jideh was a lucky man that night, for Kanako did not notice at all where he had landed his head, even after his little slip of the tongue. It seemed her mind was, quite understandably, preoccupied with the mortal danger they were currently in from the spider.

That, and how close the two brushed off with death after falling down to the ground like that.

"Food? Ah, I get it. It seems you've exhausted all your energy manipulating your element so you fall off like that. So I assume you were the one that made the spider stop, since it should've climbed the wall by now. Really, you should've told me beforehand if you're going to go all out. That was terribly close, you know. If I had been late for a second, you would've been gravely injured from the fall for sure."

Kanako dusted herself before rising up as well.

"Hmm, as for food... I think I've dropped the snack they gave us when that blasted spider appeared. And I got nothing else, sorry," she replied to his question.

Suddenly, a voice that belonged to neither of them spoke up. Kanako quickly looked up towards the direction the voice was coming from. She couldn't find anyone though, seeing how dark and foggy the forest was.

"Try not to get too physical down there. You got a few free minutes before it comes at you again, so don't just lay there enjoying the sights." the voice said.

Kanako could immediately tell the amusement the voice had towards their predicament, followed by some laughter.

"You... you're the ones who's setting this up, aren't you?" she shouted at the voice, her expression terribly angry. "I knew I shouldn't have went along with this whole thing!"

Without any warning whatsoever, wind began gathering around her, slowly but surely growing in intensity. Of course, the wind also had an effect on her, lifting up her skirt and making it flutter freely, giving Jideh a clear view of her pantyhose-covered panties. But she didn't care once again, as her mind was entirely focused on the seniors that were having fun seeing them suffer.

And then, the wind all blew towards where the voices came from. Indeed, she intended to make them all fall from their ivory towers, so that she could get a good look on the ones that had been pranking them.

@Zelosse

[Assistant]
Silas Asara

"O~i!"

The sudden yell pierced through the eerily quiet night and grabbed Silas's attention swiftly. The source seemed to be a pair of student's silhouettes slumped on the forest floor, whom Silas likely wouldn't have noticed otherwise. The exact shapes of the figures was obscured, but it seemed like they were trying to call both himself and Vera towards them for reasons unknown.

Well that's pretty fucking creepy.

He caught an uncertain glance from Vera, and returned merely a shrug. Regardless of their shared uncertainty, Vera started moving towards the shadowy figures and Silas followed close behind her. They had come pretty far together, there was no sense in leaving one person to investigate the voice. As they got closer, the shades were revealed to be a pair of senior students. The boy looked pretty banged up, and the girl had tears in her eyes, they didn't look like they wanted to prank the first-years. Even so Silas kept his guard up, these guys could just be a distraction after all!

"Pretend you didn't see us. If you find the headmaster, can you tell him to send a runner? The main path should be one of these three,"

The HEADMASTER?! He knows about the midnight run?

Not a second after the boy had asked them to help, did the blonde senior burst into tears and latch on to her black haired boyfriend. Silas was surprised yet again as Vera fell back on to him and took hold of his arm. Confusion had involuntarily spread across his face as he met her gaze, he wasn't opposed to her doing this, it was just unexpected. A small chuckle escaped Silas's lips as she released his arm and spun herself away from him, but the humour of the moment was quickly left behind as the seniors were still there watching.

"Oh dear, we definitely will, Thank you for telling us the way."

"Yeah, thanks for the assist. We'll let the Headmaster know if we see him."

With the request of the senior's heard out, all that was left was to pick a path. Silas looked to Vera as she gestured to a path.

"So... you want to try this one?"

"I don't see why not, c'mon let's get going!" Silas exclaimed as he grabbed Vera's wrist and started half-running down the path. He ran like this for about half a minute, so they would be out of earshot of the seniors. He stopped running and let go of Vera's arm as he looked to her.

"First of all, that guy was lying. A thorn bush is not enough to cut you up like that. Another thing... are we going to look for the Headmaster, or are we just going to continue the run and help out if we find him?"

[User] "Oh, umm..." ShiZhen thought about it for a bit. For her, her elemental powers had been nothing but a nuisance. She came to this school to get rid of them, or at least get them under control. It hadn't occurred to her to actually put them to some use."I-I've never sensed anything with my powers before," ShiZhen replied, but just saying it made her realize that that was incorrect. She remembered suddenly how there were a few times when one of her younger siblings got lost and she started absorbing moisture, she was able to find her lost sibling. In fact, whenever her power activated, she became acutely aware of the people around her, a sensation she had attributed to anxiety. She was already drenched anyways from the squirters guns, and something about this place was unsettling her. "Actually, I do feel something, but I don't know what. And that sound, I think it's a river. And there are...bridges? But there's something else..." ShiZhen didn't want to talk about the other thing she sensed more than she had to; the inability to identify it properly only served to make whatever it was seem creepier.

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Lyra and ShiZhen followed the sound of water, and sure enough, they found their way to the river. It flowed calmly through the forest, but fortunately not soundlessly, otherwise someone would get very wet for the umpteenth time today. The fog wasn't as thick here, but it was hard to see where the river came from and where it was snaking towards. Lyra crouched down next to it and dipped her hand into the fresh water. Lackimg any water elemental skills, it was merely cool and refreshing for her.

"You were right, ShiZhen. Here's a river," Lyra said cheerfully. She looked up and scanned her surrounding, or at least so much as he could see. "It's pretty wide, I don't think we're supposed to swim throu-ah!" She got up and pointed her flashlight. "You were right again. There's a bridge."

Lyra turmed to her friend and only then noticed, really noticed, the expression on ShiZhen's face. "What's wrong?" she asked."You look like you're seeing a... well, uhh, ghost?"

Algorithm

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The river rippled and surged over the bridge. With a sound like a crashing wave, the water rose and formed into a strange serpentine creature, with a head somewhere between an eel, a snake and a horse. It turned to look at the two first years, slowly sliding through the river until it could meet their eyes. "So..." The voice didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular, and the creature's jaw didn't move. "You're new..." The surface of the water making up its body went smooth again, rippling as it focused on the water elementalist girl. "New blood and new water. You want to cross my bridge?" Emphasising its control over the water, the entire watercourse of the river turned into the creature's body, curling into a tube that rose a foot or so over the riverbank, settling down a moment later.

Algorithm@Pseudo Stygian

[Assistant]
To say that she was surprised by Silas' sudden tone of urgency would be an understatement, though, there was no time to actually address that as Vera felt herself virtually being dragged down her suggested path by her wrist a split second later.

"Ow! Hey! Not so- We still can't see very well. Wait- What if we trip over something?! Silas!"

Vera wondered what had gotten into her companion. Perhaps he simply want to finish the run quick after being told the way to the fountain, or maybe he was running from those two seniors for some reason. They had been running for some time, and from the way he seemed to be slowing to a stop, again for no obvious reason, she expected that she would be hearing some sort of explanation from him soon.

Considering she was hardly the athletic type, Vera found herself having to take a couple of deep breathes to recover from the unexpected sprint, speaking up again after he had let go of her. "What in the world was that all ab-"

"First of all, that guy was lying. A thorn bush is not enough to cut you up like that. Another thing... are we going to look for the Headmaster, or are we just going to continue the run and help out if we find him?"

Vera took a moment to process everything that he had just said before responding. "Well, I was kind of under the impression that him saying 'thorn bush' was merely a trivialization of something else that could actually, you know, cause damage like that. I didn't think of it that way, but you could be right too. Regarding finding the headmaster, well, we don't even know where we are right now, do we? Our best chance is to follow this path to the fountain anyway and see what happens from there. I recall him saying 'if' we find the headmaster, meaning that probably nobody actually knows where he is."

Her eyes then lit up at a sudden realization. "Oh, could that have been hint that the headmaster is at the fountain? In that case, we should be really careful when, and if we make it there."


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Race: Werewolf (loupgarou)

Gender: Male

Abilities:

Heightened Senses, accelerated Healing, enhanced agility, enhanced strength.

Pain Transference: Werewolves can absorb and alleviate pain from other people/creatures and can "heal" in some cases.

Memory Transference: Werewolves can transfer (give or take) memories by inserting claws into nape of an individual's neck. This ability can establish mind-to-mind communication and, with practice, allow for memory manipulation or erasure.

Personality: Marrock wasn't always a werewolf. He was once a young man with a caring heart the bite didn't change his physical mannerisms. He became cold and closed off, it began as a want to keep those around him safe but morphed as time went on. Marrock is aware that he good looking and often uses that to his advantage to ease the blood lust he often feels. Despite this awareness, he is not as vain as one might think. He can often be a gentleman as he finds that it is easier to woo girls in that way than it is too be an ass.

Marrock rarely stays one partner for any length of time. He says it is because he doesn't want to get bored but it roots down to his want to avoid hurting someone he actually has an attachment to. He is a lone wolf without a pack but he isn't interested in following someone. He likes being in charge of himself and isn't one to follow orders or listen to authority.

Marrock has a bit of a bad boy reputation with his leather jacket and the fact that he wholly believes that rules were just made to be broken.

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Clementine sunk back a little into the pillows when Ried told her that they would probably not be able to give her the tattoo, without her even asking for it. Too many uncertainties, too many complications. She tried not to let it get her down though because that was a silly thing to possibly effect others over. However, it was a little disappointing that she couldn't take away this power, this curse, permanently. She watched him still as he offered other options, things that wouldn't get rid of her powers but might help with them a little. She nodded her head a little, "My father smokes and drinks to help with that... Apparently not as much as he used to though. He is very against me taking up the habit," She said softly, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. The only evidence that it was more of a joke than it was a statement.

At offer of Xanax, she looked at him for a long moment. Her father had been wanting to avoid antidepressants because he didn't want to cut her off entirely from her magic. He told her it felt like you were missing a limb suddenly. So, she had never asked for it, not when others spoke negatively of it. Even her mother had suggested trying without it... Although, they both promised if it ever got really bad they would talk to someone, to give her a break. That was a major discussion topic this summer... She supposed that Ried was the last attempt before they did it. However, medication for anxiety and moodswings had never come up in conversation. She didn't know if any Spirit users had ever been on them which meant she didn't know how they would effect her. It was worth a shot though. She nodded her head, "Alright. I'll mention it to my parents as well..."

As he stood and fixed his hair, speaking of his lack of ability to care for people, a smile spread across her lips, "That's alright... I can teach you," She teased.

She nodded her head to him before she readjusted herself on the pillow, lowering a little onto the bed. She was going to be her for another hour or so alone, might as well take a nap. She rested her head on the pillow and looked at him, "It was nice meeting you as well, Ried," She said softly as he left.

Then she was alone entirely. Slowly, the feelings of other people seeped in but she managed to ignore them. Funny, that she couldn't feel anyone before... Only Dylan and only when she was close... She shrugged the pondering off and curled up, closing her eyes.

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"You smell different," Marrock said as he walked up behind a girl with long brown hair. He looked down at her and smirked, "You aren't a Moroi, you aren't a Dhampir. Which means you are a 'transfer student'. But you aren't a werewolf, meaning you are the shifter."

He moved his hands behind his back and picked up the pace a little to walk next to her, rather than behind her, "This means that you are terribly interesting, Miss Rae. Lady Lakshme. Mademoiselle Serpent," He glanced at her and grinned, "My apologies, I might have sneaked a peek into our files... I'm amazed they've managed to keep mine together with the paper they've stuffed in there."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, "My apologies, you haven't the foggiest who I am. Marrock Jean-Louis at your service."

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Kayla was taken by surprise at the sudden appearance of the wolf. Usually, she heard others sneaking up on her but not this one. Then again, werewolves were natural hunters; of course it would be difficult to hear them coming. She turned her honey colored hazel eyes his way and arched a finely shaped brow as an amused smile tugged glossed lips.

"Lady Lakshme, if you please," she responded by playing into his teasing. "It has a ring to it."

She eyed him, she'd only known he was a wolf because of her keen sense of smell. He smelled like pine, wet dirt, and vaguely of spices and damp fur. "Marrock? Hmm... exotic. I'm betting your one of the wolves then?"

A hand went to her hip as she took him in, head to toe. "I thought your kind were more... muscley," she teased.

She chuckled at his statemet about their files, "Hnn, I tend to keep a low profile... Either way, I'm hungry. Care to escort me to the cafeteria Jean-Louis?"

~*~

The rest of the day flew by pretty uneventfully. Ried was let know that two of the transfer students had arrived early and it had taken him a while to track them down. He'd found them in the cafeteria and filled them in on their room arrangements. Then, he'd went back to his own room and made notes of the things he'd learned.

Dylan finished with her training, showered, and fell into bed as well since Clem had slept over for a while in the feeding area. She shared a room with Kayla who introduced herself briefly by claiming the bed Dylan usually used and Dylan had to relocate her things to the other side of the room in order to keep the peace. She then picked up her laptop and watched netflix till she fell asleep.

The next day came early, or so it seemed like to Dylan... She'd had nightmares most of the night, if you could call them that. No one knew it but despite her training and being strong for a Moroi, Dylan had nightmares about Strigoi. She was far too young to remember being taken, too young to remember anything about that time of her life... but that didn't stop the things she heard about it from sinking in. Sometimes she dreamed of her father, of Gunner, as a Strigoi murdering Clem... She'd wake up screaming. Other times she dreamed of Clem being Strigoi and telling her they would be accepted if she turned, they'd never be different again... and they'd be strong. What scared Dylan is that sometimes... she didn't refuse and she'd wake up in a cold sweat.

What kind of Guardian was scared of Strigoi, it was the only part of her that reminded her that she was Moroi... and she hated it. She brushed her hair and tied it back before dressing in ripped jeans, sneakers, and a one shouldered white t-shirt. Then ran into Kayla as the girl exited the bathroom, brushing her teeth and already dressed. There was something weird about the girl... She didn't look frail enough to be Moroi but then again neither did Dylan. However, she wasn't sure the girl was a Dhampir either. She brushed it off, what else would be in the school besides Moroi or Dhampirs?

Then, she headed out to see if she could find Clem.

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Marrock chuckled a little when she commented on his rather lean physique, "Well, you've yet to see me with my shirt off," He teased, tugging slightly at his leather jacket, "Besides, big brawn almost always leads to little brains and that would hardly be helpful."

He nodded his head when she requested that he escort her to the cafeteria, "Anything for the Lady Lakshme," He said as he held out his elbow for her to hang onto before guiding her to the cafeteria.

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The Next Day

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Clem had woken early and bundled herself up in a scarf and sweater. That was yet another reason that she hated the Academy, it got so bloody cold. Clem was small and frail and her blood evaporated from her veins, she couldn't handle the cold! Well, she could but she most certainly didn't like it. She looked around her room for her boots before grabbing them and sitting on her bed and pulling them on. Her room was a single bedroom which she had been getting for the last few years after she gave one girl continuous nightmares, prevented another girl from sleeping, and a third tormented her. Of course, none but the latter were intentional. However, it was in those three years that the bullying reached an all time high that still sees little decline. With her boots on, her bag draped over her shoulder, and ready to combat the cold early evening weather, she ventured out of her room and into the night.

Clementine liked walking around in the early evening because not many people were out yet. The sun was just starting to set but the last rays lit up the school in a pretty beautiful way. As shitty as the school was, she did have to admit that it could be rather gorgeous. Not to mention, there was a lot to look forward to today... Like no fight classes... beyond defensive that is.

She walked slowly to the back of the school to a pond that she liked to visit. Most people around the campus forgot about it. They preferred to stick around the school rather than venturing out to the ward's edges. Not to mention, there had been a few instances now where a Strigoi had either gotten through the Ward or nearly managed to kill students that wandered to close. Needless to say, everyone was a little wary of the ward. Clementine wasn't as much, she was more scared of and for the Moroi and Dhampirs than she was of the possibility of Strigoi.

Besides, this pond, when the dying sunlight hit it just right, was one of the most beautiful places in the school. She walked to a bench that sat need the water's edge and pulled out a book and paints. She stared at the landscape in front of her and she looked down to the empty page before her as she ran a paint brush along it.


[System]
Age: 24

Degree: Bachelor of Medicine / Bachelor of Surgery

Short description of character's outwards appearance: Linus stands at about 5'6". Short dirty blond strands rebel against his painstakingly combed hair in varied heights. Linus' umber eyes peek out from between stray strands of hair. Very slight of stature, he would be described as "scrawny" by his peers.
 Linus' wardrobe consists of flannel, flannel, and more flannel (That is never tucked in) as well as plain blue jeans. In his top left shirt pocket lies a pocket-protector with three pens, blue, red, and black protruding out. For shoes, Linus wears clean dress shoes for indoor adventures and combat boots (That are two sizes too big and could have been passed down by his father) for outdoor events.
 A modern, brown satchel laden with stamps from different countries is always by Linus' side, or around his shoulder. In the bag lies his medical supplies, which include: Three meters of bandages, a bottle of Tylenol, Benadryl, and day/nyquil, a few stainless steel needles, a spool of thread, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a few band-aids, an epi-pen, and finally a brace for both a wrist and knee. Linus' wallet and phone are also in a separate pocket of the satchel.

Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have): Linus is similar to a small dog in terms of personality. He is overly trusting, diligent, and extremely non-confrontational. On the rare occasion that Linus does get angry, he lets his emotions get a hold of him to the point of speechlessness, which is an even larger consequence of his stutter. Linus' stutter has plagued him since he was a small child, and anyone who has spoken to him knows about it, with it often taking Linus several seconds to spit out the more tricky words.
 Linus is extremely innocent when it comes to drugs. Or alcohol. or tobacco. Or parties. Or anything, for that matter. The only time that Linus has applied himself to something other than the more "core" subject was when he tried his hand in choir, which went well until his parents decided that the hobby was useless in the real world and quickly pushed him to focus more on his studies. Then it was back to school work, long nights studying, etcetera.

Anything else important: Linus is a huge science-fiction nerd, tending to favor the more classic books such as the Dune saga or the Ender series, often carrying those with him for enjoyment.

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September 4th, 2015: 12 PM
Lazy steps carried a tired Max to the living-room. His eyes barely open, he shuffled through the flat and into the main room. He offered a quiet 'Hi,' to the flat-mates he passed and upon entering the living-room he would have raised a lethargic hand and said, 'Morning' were it not for the table he stubbed his toe on. 'Damnit,' he exclaimed as his pinky toe throbbed. Scratching his head he sat on the couch and sighed.

Almost unaware of anyone who may have been in the room he says, 'I had the strangest dream last night.' He paused before continuing. 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't even explain it.' He cast his eyes to the window and peered up at the sky. 'Nice day, anyway.'

September 4th, 2015: 3 PM
Shoppers drifted down the empty street - the occasional car trundled down the road on the slow Friday afternoon. Max looked over the various shops and their windows with an interest in finding something in-particular. Spotting the small camera shop across the road, he wandered over and entered. A bell on the door signaled his entrance into the establishment and an old man wandered through a set of net curtains hanging in a doorway behind the counter.

'What can I do for you?' the man asked, slightly hunched and squinting due to the lack of his glasses. A shaking hand lifted his glasses from the counter and placed them delicately on the tip of his wrinkly nose. 'Ah, Max. How can I help?'

'I'm looking for an SD card,' he replied, smiling. 'Thirty-two gigabytes please.' Max walked to the counter and rest his hands on the wooden surface.

The old man turned to the extensive rack of memory cards and film rolls behind the counter. His hand flicked through various products before he uttered, 'I have a SanDisk for one-hundred-and-ten Krona.'

Max frowned slightly and asked, fearing for his wallet, 'No second-hand ones?'

The old man moved his hand to another rack where individually bagged memory cards hung haphazardly on a short rack. 'Yes, you're in luck.' Turning his head back to Max the old man asked, 'Ninety Krona okay?'

September 4th, 2015: 5:30 PM
Max blinked away the remainder of his hangover as he pulled one of his cameras from a shelf in his room. He fished his newly acquired memory card from his jacket pocket and slid it into the empty slot in his camera. He tapped his finger on the power button and a faint clicking noise edged the camera into function; the lens adjusted and the digital screen began to brighten. A moment later a message popped up: Format memory card? YES | NO. Max flicked the pivot switch and highlighted the YES option, but he hesitated before confirming his selection. He flicked back the switch and highlighted NO and refused the camera permission to delete any content that may be lurking on the memory card.

Lazy eyes became faintly curious as Max flicked through the two pictures that the memory card played host to. He was not immediately concerned, yet he couldn't deny the fact that the two pictures (the second in particular) unsettled him slightly. Both pictures seemed as if they were taken in a hurry - they were both of what appeared to be pages in a notebook. Max squinted as he tried to decipher what the words said but his minimal English didn't permit it.

He huffed in confusion and walked to the living room and quickly held the camera out to Nicki. More curious than anything he asked, 'Do you know what this says? It's English.'

TRANSLATION: I didn't, cant's deny it | Do iT | THE houSe WAtches I know I Saw it Zampano is telling the truth | Like he said It Drove him CRAzy The HouSE is the CREATION of EVIL I musT kill the thith if i must houSe |

TRANSLATION: HELP | THUMPE...| SHe THOughe of THISS | THis is not FOR YOU | THE HOUSE AVO I D | Must record |

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September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM

At this point in the day she had long gotten over her indecision regarding the ginger and marigold pieces. Ah, what a fool she had been! The right decision had been clear from the start and had been right in her face the entire time. The color and pattern that she truly needed was a turquoise chevron. Yes, it had been the perfect fabric all along and she hadn't even known it.

Thus, now she was onto sketching the outfit and she was going for a kinda fall smolder look: dark, but not slutty or gothic. Nicki avidly swiped her pencil across the page and was putting a great deal of detail into the design, making variations across the page. Even tiny notes could be seen that pointed to the different pieces regarding fabric type, cost, etc. To her pleasant surprise it was all coming along nicely and she saw that it had the potential to be one of her greatest works so far.

However, her engrossed mindset was interrupted by Max who had thrust a camera in her face. If it was him asking whether his photography looked good or something she wasn't going to be happy. Nicki didn't appreciate is complexity and kinda found the work grungy. She always offered to put his work through Photoshop to make it brighter and fix blemishes to make it look nicer, maybe add a few filters... but he always refused. He did not ask for that, however, and instead requested her to read something in English on the camera. The blonde smiled with her pearly white teeth, feeling very important that she was so needed. "Sure, no problem!" She said with enthusiasm.

As her blue eyes squinted at the photo, her enthusiasm seemed to ebb away. It was rubbish. Even though she read fluent English it was still difficult to make anything out, but what she did make out was really disturbing and sent a chill down her spine. After a long moment she looked back up at Max and said, "Uhm... well the first page is a bit hard to read, but this is what I can see." She paused and looked at the scrawled mess on the screen. "Didn't... uh.. cunt's deny it." She shrugged and blushed guiltily, "I'm just reading what I'm seeing..." She began again, this time her voice going up a little bit over the next few bits. "The house watches, and then WATCHES in big letters... know I saw it... Zampino is telling the..." She paused, it looked like kat, she knew that wasn't right so she settled for, "... something. The rest is pretty clear." Her voice kinda tensed as she went over the next words. "Like he said it drove him crazy. The house is the creation of EVIL." Nicole paused and squinted further and sighed. "The rest says something about how he must kill ... the house?"

The blonde passed her long, delicate fingers through her curls a bit, a nervous habit that she had of messing with her hair. She then pressed the arrow on to the next page and she squinted again. "Well, the drawing is of either a creepy ass house or a weird microwave and it says 'HELP, thump or thumping, she thought of this, and THE HOUSE AVOID." She paused a little longer and she realized that her hands were shaking. "That's it."

Nicole took a moment looking at Max and her eyes narrowed slightly as if she finally had come to a conclusion. "Max, if you're trying to play a scary prank on me, I swear..." She seemed now resolved that it was a prank and she laughed, before turning her voice to ice. "Well, it's not funny. However, I do give you props for going to the effort of learning to write in English, you jerk wad." With this she thrust the camera back at Max. Nicki, turned her attention quickly back to the sketch in an attempt to let Max know that the gag hadn't phased her.

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September 4th, 8:35 a.m.

 As the door slowly opens, the high-pitched squeal of Nicki pierces the air. Linus stops in his tracks, the door not moving an inch further.

 If I go in there, then I will have to be in the middle of one of Nicki's blowouts, I would have to guess. I remember seeing one of her mannequins set up in the living room, so she is probably working on one of those "Big Ideas" that she has. Looking down at his flannel and pants which are covered with dirt and wet patches, Linus sighs slightly, slumping his shoulders a small amount. And she would go ballistic on my clothes if she saw me like this. Maybe I should just...

 Linus' hand sneaks through the crack in the door, moving the grab his satchel that hangs on the rack next to the entryway. His fingers shake as they get close to the rack, and his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth in silent concentration. Finally, Linus' hand closes around the bag and unhooks it, quickly drawing it through the crack in the door as he closes it quietly. A cold gust of wind entering the room being the only major testament that the door was opened.

 Turning his back to the door, Linus slings his satchel over his shoulder diagonally across his chest and whistles as he walks away, fetching his book from the bench and heading towards the town as he reopens his page and becomes engulfed in his book.

September 4th, 3 P.M.

 The air in the afternoon was not warmer, by any stretch of the imagination. Still, that didn't appear to bother Linus as he walked down the street. In fact, he appeared unaffected by what was going on around him as he pressed his nose to the book.

 "There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind."

 Linus' eyes darted over that passage again and again. It opened up an entirely new doorway of thought. What events happen that harm the mind to this extreme? Is there a way to recover from it? Would people around that person realize that they are next to an insane person? Am I insane? Are we all insane?

 The philosopher in him yearned for the answer and would not stop hunting for it, yet even now the biggest thing on his mind was that no answers were being found, only questions. Maybe if I just sit down for a little an-

 Linus smashed into an object, knocking him flat on his back and knocking the air out of him. His hands do not go towards steadying his fall, and instead have a death-grip on his book. Once Linus stabilized on the ground he raised a hand to his head, dragging it down across his cheek in disbelief before opening his eyes.

 "Oh, h-h-hello, Max!"


[System]
Nickname: Rose, Rosie (only by her parents and grandmother)

Age: 29

Appearance:

Scars/Tattoos: Antipossession tattoo on her right hip. Five long scars across the middle of her back and two smaller scars across her upper stomach from a Windigo.

Vehicle: A black cherry four-door 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle

Personality: Rosalie is one of those that once she puts her mind to something, she is going to see it through. She is loyal to those she considers family and friends and would do just about anything for them. She's not afraid to speak her mind, especially if she knows it's for someone's own good. She's not one to lose her temper easily, but like anyone, she does have her limits. She has a soft spot for kids and dogs but doesn't let it show all that often so that it's not seen as a weakness and used against her.

Backstory:
Rosalie is the daughter of Ben Braeden and the granddaughter of Lisa Braeden. Sadly she never knew her mother, for she passed away soon after giving birth to Rose from a brain aneurysm. As Rose grew up, it was always her and Ben and Grandma Lisa. They did almost everything together and it was a pretty normal upbringing for Rose. Though things slowly began to change when she hit her early teens, while helping Ben clean and organize their attic, Rose came across a large plastic box filled with old photos. Taking a break from the cleaning and organizing, she opened the box and began to look through the photos, recognizing the people in each photo she picked up to look at. She soon came across a couple of photos, one was of her father Ben and grandmother Liza with a man she didn't know, the other with Ben and the same man. Rose sat there holding the photos for the longest time examining them before getting up and going to Ben for answers on who the man was. At first glance at the photos, it was clear didn't recognize the man in the photos, but the longer he looked at them, it was like something was coming back to him. It then looked like Ben was hit with a ton of bricks, Rose could see the memories Ben had forgotten about flooding back into his mind. She watched as a smile came to this lips and tears filled his eyes as he stared at the man in the photos.

When she asked again who the man was, Ben told her his name was Dean Winchester and what he had done for him and Lisa and how they had all lived together at one point. Of course, Rose thought her father was pulling her leg when he spoke about Dean saving her father and grandmother from monsters because she believed that there was no such thing as monsters and things that go bump in the night. They were just stories to scare kids into being good and doing what they were told. She soon learned that Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and other storybook creatures were in fact real and could pass themselves off as normal humans without anyone noticing them. After that, she became obsessed with learning all she could about Dean Winchester and the things that go bump in the night in her spare time, being fascinated by all of it instead of scared of it. By her mid-teens, Rose was pretty well versed in most things that went bump in the night, even if she hadn't encountered anything. Though that all changed just after her sixteenth birthday. One night walking home after a party, she was attacked by a tall man dressed in all black. Said man turned out to be a Vampire. To say she wasn't scared would have been a lie, to finally come face to face with a creature she had read about was terrifying but that fear soon turned into a strength she didn't know she had.

The will to live and not become a meal for a Vampire took over her fear and gave her the strength to fight against the Vampire, and lucky for her, she had a knife on her that she had started to carry after learning about the supernatural. It wasn't a terribly large knife, but it would definitely get the job done. The Vampire almost seemed to enjoy that he found one that was willing to fight back and give him a challenge, but what he didn't expect was for this girl to have a weapon on her. After a long and exhausting fight, Rose finally won the battle against the Vampire and killed it, and did as lore had described doing to make sure he stayed dead. She then returned home battered and bruised and explained what happened to her worried father as he patched her up. It was that event that sent her to take on the life of a hunter, to keep others from having to go through what she did and possibly become or lose their life to a creature that went bump in the night. Of course, her father didn't like it but knew if he tried to stop her she would still find a way to do it with how strong-willed she was. So for a while, he took on the life of a hunter with her, not wanting her to do it alone, and met up with other hunters who were willing to show them the ropes. As she grew older, she took on more cases by herself and helped other hunters on their cases when they'd call for help. Later on, she learned that Dean Winchester had been killed on a case, and with that, her dream of meeting him was shattered but she was still determined to keep what he and his brother had started going and not let the supernatural take over.

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Rosalie Braeden
Rosalie had woken early that morning, not being able to sleep due to nightmares plaguing her dreams that morning. If she hadn't chosen a room away from Dean and Maggie, there was no way she would have gotten as much sleep as she did but she still felt rather tired from getting to bed late from pouring herself over books. She had once again found herself in the library of the bunker, pouring herself over the many books that it held. Since meeting Dean and Maggie, and being invited to stay in the bunker, she was determined to read every book it held at least once. And of course, she had to go through and look at every item that had been collected and cataloged. For someone that had grown up without the knowledge of the Supernatural until later in life, and to hear about the Winchesters and what they did. This place was a treasure trove of knowledge and a way to somewhat step into the shoes of the Winchester's. Rose still craved for more information about the Winchester's, most of all Dean after hearing some of what her father told her about him.

She also wished she could have met the man and picked his brain and learned from him. Though she did learn that she had some things in common with him, like her love for rock music, burgers, the way she felt about her car, the need to save the innocent, and putting family and friends before herself. She saw him as a family member she never had the chance to meet because of certain circumstances that got in the way. Rose understood why Dean would have himself erased from her father's and grandmother's memory but at the same time wished he hadn't had it done. She often thought about talking to Jack about him but with him being so hands-off and not answering them, it just wasn't possible.

Rose finally pulled herself from the books she was elbow deep in for hours and went to the garage to work on her car, something she did when she needed to get her mind on other things and clear it. Working under the hood of her car with music going had an odd calming effect on her as well. After taking a good amount of time to fix most of the damages from the last case, Rose pulled herself from under the hood when her stomach announced it needed to be fed. She then put her tools away and wiped her hands on an old rag that sat nearby, before closing the hood and making her way up the stairs that led back to the main part of the bunker. As she neared the kitchen, Rose could hear Maggie's voice coming from within it, a small smirk slowly came to her lips. Stopping in the doorway, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the frame of the doorway, her gaze focused on Maggie and her small smirk still resting on her lips as she watched and listened to her.

"Having a bit of a rough morning, are we?" Rose teased Maggie. Uncrossing her arms as she pushed off the doorway and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. "And this is one reason why I'm glad I don't rely on coffee to wake me up and get me going in the mornings." she laughed softly as she dried off her hands. After folding the towel and placing it back near the sink, she then walked over to Maggie, took her gently by the shoulders, and led her to the table. "Have a seat and I'll start a new pot for you." She smiled softly as she gently pushed Maggie to sit in a chair, then walked back over to the coffee pot to make some more coffee for the sleep-deprived woman. Once the coffee was going, she grabbed a cup and sat it on the counter in front of the coffee pot before turning and facing Maggie, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned against the counter. "Have you caught wind of anything this morning?" Once the coffee was done, she poured a cup for Maggie and took it to her with a warm smile resting on her lips before turning and going and making herself a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table across from Maggie.

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Maggie Winchester

"Gah!" Maggie jumped out of her skin and spun around hearing Rose behind her in the doorway to the kitchen. Did people knock? Or at least walk heavy enough so she could anticipate a voice just coming out of nowhere? "Rose, oh my god you walk so quietly..." She half exclaimed, half sighed as she looked at the young woman before her with tired eyes. In this state, she wasn't surprised that she could just read her like a book considering how her night has done. Both kids had nightmares, which was rare. But poor Bobby, DJ shouldn't have been telling them scary stories before bed he had such an active imagination at his age. His poor mind didn't need to be fixating on vampires before going to bed! He was so scared that he was going to be bitten and then have to be beheaded... Oh DJ got an earful from her when they settled back into bed.

"I know I look, well, like a tired mom. The twins had nightmares and Bobby was a bit hysterical so it took quite a while to calm his little mind down. He has an overactive imagination- like his mother." She joked a little, not minding the slight dig at herself as Rosalie gently led her away from the counter and sat her in the chair to make a pot of coffee. She was quiet, listening to her speak here and there until a steaming mug of freshly brewed life source was place in front of her and she smiled, giving a nod of gratitude before bringing it to her lips and sighing as it filled her mouth. A stiff mug of black coffee was all she needed to wake right up no matter what had happened the night before.

"Speaking of that," she finally quipped when she mug was lowered back onto the table. "DJ said he heard about a few things but they're a bit far. New Mexico had small cases- nothing the local hunters can't figure out. But there looked to be a djinn in Maine, and some vampires in Washington. Unfortunately nothing central." She listed off what her husband had looked up last night before going to bed. He weirdly enough enjoyed looking up cases for us, reminding Maggie of his father every so often.

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Rosalie couldn't stop the smile that came to her lips and the small laugh when she announced her presence to Maggie, her reaction and words had forced the smile to her lips. It wasn't the first time she had heard the words, her father, mother, and grandmother had all told her the same thing when she was younger. She could think back on times when she had scared all three by coming upon them quietly and startled them and they would laugh about it. It also proved to be a great skill for when she was in school and was bullied, she had used her quietness and small size to her advantage and put a stop to it in a hurry.

When Rose led Maggie to the table, she nodded to Maggie's words with a small laugh at the joke she made. She did look like a tired mom but that was to be expected after losing sleep when it came to trying to calm down your child from a horrible nightmare. Both her parents had done the same with her on many occasions. What was it with men telling their children scary stories before bed? Was it some sort of test to see how much they could tell them before they were beyond terrified? After taking a seat at the table, she watched Maggie for a moment before looking down at her bowl, taking her spoon, and bringing a bite to her mouth. When Maggie answered her question, she looked up from her bowl and nodded as she spoke. New Mexico, Maine, and Washington. That is a bit far. she thought to herself. Setting her spoon back in her bowl, she chewed the bite she was working on and swallowed. "Then I guess it looks like we're going on a road trip." she said in an upbeat tone, trying to make light of the news.

"Or were you thinking of flying?" she added. As much as she disliked flying, she'd do it just to make sure a monster was dealt with so it couldn't kill or harm any more innocent people. "I'm up for either way as long as it means some monsters are dealt with…. That is if you plan on going that far. I know it'll be a bit difficult with the twins." Rose then fell silent to hear what Maggie had to say about the trip. As she waited for her response, she went back to eating her breakfast before it could get too soggy. Even if Maggie didn't go, just to stay behind with the twins, Rose felt the need to go just to make sure the Djinn and Vampires were taken care of. She couldn't just sit around the bunker waiting for another case to pop up that was closer and hope that another hunter showed up to take care of the Djinn and Vampires in Maine and Washington.


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NICKNAME: Lila, DC

AGE(19-25): 22

GENDER: Female

EX: Jareth Wells

FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B

FAVORITE COLOR: Turquoise, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue, Hot Pink

HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling

ANIMALS:
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Flirtatious.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior

OTHER: Comes from a privileged family and is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.

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Delilah gave Adelisa a big hug. "Of course, sweetie! You know we'll always be here for you. And, by all means, don't let me stop you from beating Jareth," she added as an afterthought, then let out an evil laugh.

Amelia walked back over to the wet bar, poured three more shots and set out three more lime wedges, then brought them out to the balcony and handed one to each of the girls. She downed her shot and sucked the lime wedge into her mouth.

"To forgetting the past and making new adventures in the future! Bottoms up!" said Lila, again raising her glass for a second before quickly taking the shot. She sucked the lime wedge while Amelia asked them if they should go to the beach or to lunch. "I vote for lunch. I wanna stuff my face with a burger and fries before scoring some numbers." It was no surprise that Delilah wanted to go out for food first. Anyone close to her knew the girl was always hungry, and that one of her favorite foods were hamburgers.

Amelia smirked to the two girls. "So get dressed, let's hit the beachside resturant for some grub then get on the white sands!" Amelia said and jogged into the living room, laying her empty shot glass on the table, and trotting to her bedroom.

Lila followed suit, going straight to her room and changing into some black glittered flip flops and a sexy black & white striped bikini that highlighted her voluptuous curves. Her body was her blessing and curse: it attracted attention from the opposite sex (and a couple of girls, too), but not the attention she really wanted. Guys seemed to think she was just an easy lay, or just a beauty with no brains or feelings. More than once, she'd been disappointed by guys she thought were different and really loved her for her; the latest of these being Jareth. She should've known, though, that what they had had been more physical than anything else. And yet, she fell completely head over heels for him, only to have her heart crushed just when she thought things between them were better than ever.

She covered herself with a button down gray sweater and some jean shorts, and then took some time while she packed her wallet, Winterfresh gum, golden iPhone 6 Plus (with the girly pink rhinestone cover), a pink beach towel, some tanning oil and her pink portable Beats speakers in a black Victoria's Secret beach bag. Lila was obsessed with scents, so she spritzed a good deal of Luscious Love body splash on herself before leaving the room.

Lila walked back to the living room with a supermodel vibe, pulling down the sunglasses that had been on the top of her head and letting her long brown waves loose. "I can't wait to scan the perimeter." she said with her mischievous smile. With her constant admiration of males, it came as a surprise to everyone that she'd managed to stay completely faithful to Jareth even when they weren't even official.

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Grant grinned at Jareth's reaction, laughing. "I can jingle those jimmies any day," he said with a wink. "And it isn't just my looks. I have a winning personality, try not to feel jealous," Grant smirked. "Fine, I'll keep my shirt till we get to the beach in case I get attacks by girls soon as I step out." With that, he shrugged his tank on, and snatched the bottle from Hunter's hand. "Dude, you lightweight, keep your balance," he laughed, turning around and going to his room. He emerged a minute later with his phone in a pocket, his wallet, a towel, and shades on his head.

"Okay, now I'm ready. And since Mr. Foodie here is desperate for a meal, I guess we'll head to the restaurant first. Jar, you ready?" He glanced at his friend, who had probably come prepared for the beach. "All right, let's get going." He whooped, heading to the door of the condo and picking up the Jack Daniels on the way.

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Jareth chuckled at Grant's comment about having a winning personality. "Try being a musician, man. I may not be built like a tank like you, but I can tell them that I see the sunrise in their eyes," he sang the last few words in a smooth melody "and the ladies fall all over it. But you gotta mean though, at least a little bit." he said with a wink and a bit of a falsely angelic smile.

When it looked like they were all ready to head out, Jar piped in on cue "Of course I'm ready, let's get some grub to fuel the rest our daily, and nightly, activities." At that, his grin has definitely devilish, not a trace of angel left.

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Adelisa smiled and said "bikini time!" before running over to her suitcase and into the bathroom. She heard Delilah talk about "scanning the perimeter" and Adelisa became even more self-conscious than she did. She loved wearing bikinis, but guys looking at her in them? She shook her head and slipped into her black bikini. She looked into the mirror and looked at herself, her blue eyes running over her body in the mirror. She shook her head and threw on an over-sized Green Day shirt.

She was never comfortable with her body. Sure, she had curves and long legs like any other considerably pretty girl, but she also had the scars of her past on her too. She covered most of them with tattoos, but it was still difficult to deal with. Adelisa wasn't one to show off her body and her friends knew that. Grant never complained, but he wanted someone without all the tattoos and eccentricity. She was fine with that, but she could never be the girl he wanted her to be.

She walked out and smiled at the two girls. "I'm ready!" she sang and did a little air guitar action. She thought for a moment and said "I wonder if they sell guitars somewhere. I really miss my baby but I could always add one to my collection." She grinned at them.

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Amelia pulled on a white see through tank and a pair of light denim daisy dukes before heading toward the door. She held it open for both of the girls then followed ensuit as they walked to the beach resturant. Amelia was starving for some fresh seafood. The smell of the ocean was welcoming as they stepped out from the condo's main entrance. The white sand beaches reflected the sunlight and made the sand almost shimmer in the light. The beaches were pretty crowded, but it was spring break.

Once at the resturant Amelia took a seat at the bar where there were three seats available for them all to sit together. The waiter handed each one a menu filled with more seafood than imaginable. "The waiter is pretty cute. Hey, Lila if you get him as a contact maybe he will bring you fresh seafood back to college," Amelia said with a giggled playful wink toward her friends.

This was the life- freedom, no stress, in a new place where no one knew your name or your past. Amelia ordered a margarita and a shrimp cocktail, then handed the waiter her menu. While she was waiting for their orders she looked around to check out any potential males. Amelia was very specific about who she dated. He had to be more than just muscles and a pretty face. She needed someone with a sense of humor, and someone she was comfortable with.

[Assistant]
Hunter grabbed a video camera, He figured why not? He ran over to the front of the room. "Alright! Lets do this!" He turned on the camera and faced it to himself. "Hello people of the internet, if you are seeing this it means I either A) survived the night, or B) They pulled my body out of the ocean, either way, intense night." He turned the Camera to the others. "You guys ready for this?"

Hunter walked out into the hallway with everyone and went for the Elevator. "Okay so, if someone does come home with someone do me a big favor, Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He held the camera with one hand and attempted to take a sip of the Champagne with the other, only his other hand was empty. "...what the hell?" As he looked into his empty hand. "Well there will be drinks there!" He waited in front of the Elevator door for a moment before hearing the ding from the Actual elevator. He was standing in front of a vending machine.

He got into the elevator with the others. "So... If I do get totally wasted... Make sure I don't do anything stupid again. I don't want another incident like at the shooting range." he paused for a moment. "Tony never did really forgive me for filling his truck with buckshot..." He snapped back to his senses. "So what shall we do after tonight guys?"

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Grant winked at the camera. "Question is, is this ready for me." He paused. "Okay, that doesn't really make sense."
"Don't do anything you wouldn't do? Great, so nothing smart." He teased Hunter, laughing at him as he moved to the real elevator. "Seriously, lay off the drink before you pass out on the floor. I'll be forced to leave you wherever that happens," he joked, leaning against the elevator wall and pressing the ground floor button. "I'm guessing tomorrow morning is for getting over the killer hangovers we're going to have, eh? I vote we see exactly everything this condo has to offer tomorrow."

The elevator dinged and the door opened onto the ground floor. Grant refrained from giving another low whistle; the place really was impressive. They walked outside, and he blinked. "Damn. That's bright. So there's a bunch of restaurants, are we just headi for the closest?" He asked.

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Adelisa grinned at the waiter and ordered straight vodka and two shots of tequila. Handing the menu to the waiter, she flipped her hair and wink at him. Might as well make the waiter uncomfortable while we wait! He grinned flirtatiously at her and she said "my friends and I are looking for a guitar shop around here. Do you know where one is?" He nodded and told her the directions before moving onto Delilah.

She looked at Amelia and shook her head. "If anything, he should bring us back some alcohol. That would be fantastic." She looked around and saw an extremely cute guy with tattoos. He looked over at her and smiled and Adelisa bit her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit that only Grant knew about, but she saw the look in his eyes go from flirtatious to lustful as he looked at her lips. Adelisa smirked slightly and winked at him before turning in her seat.

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Delilah made her way to the restaurant with her friends, her happiness and excitement growing as she saw all the possibilities. She was single, free from any compromises and free to do whatever she pleased. Once at the restaurant, she took a seat alongside Amelia, and the only one at the bar in which the entrance was completely visible. It was somewhat of a pet peeve of hers: she never sat with her back to a door or with a clear view of the whole room she was in. Not being able to see who came in or out or what happened around her made Delilah nervous.

The waiter handed them their menus, and after a quick scan Lila was sad to see that most of the food was seafood. "Ugh, this is all seafood," she groaned, deciding to look more carefully. She let out a happy shriek when she found they served three of her favorites. She gave menu back to the waiter with a beaming smile. "I'll be having a Mango Martini, some mozzarella sticks and a bacon burger with Swiss cheese."

The waiter left to get Milli's and Lila's drinks. "The waiter is pretty cute. Hey, Lila if you get him as a contact maybe he will bring you fresh seafood back to college," Amelia said with a giggled playful wink toward her friends.

"Forget seafood! Gimme some burgers and sirloin steak and my heart is yours," Delilah said with a laugh, then gave the waiter a quick once-through. "He's definitely cute, but not my type. How about you have him, Dela?"

Just then, the waiter came back with Lila's and Milli's drinks. He gave Milli hers, and before he could get to Delilah, Adelisa grinned at him and ordered straight vodka and two shots of tequila. Handing the menu to the waiter, she flipped her hair and wink at him. Lila watched with an amused smile as He grinned flirtatiously at Dela. "My friends and I are looking for a guitar shop around here. Do you know where one is?" Dela asked him. He nodded and told her the directions before moving onto Delilah to give her the martini.

Dela looked at Amelia and shook her head. "If anything, he should bring us back some alcohol. That would be fantastic."

Delilah looked around, and crossed eyes with a handsome, olive-skinned man around her age who had been chatting eagerly with a group of male friends. His features appeared to be foreign, which only added to his charm. He gave Delilah a breathtaking smile, to which she replied to with a wink and an air kiss before turning back to her friends.

When the girls were almost finished with their drinks, the waiter brought them new ones. Delilah looked at him with a questioning expression. "Excuse me, there must be a mistake. We didn't order these."

The waiter smiled at Delilah. "Actually, miss, it was him over there who sends his compliments," he said, pointing at the very guy who had smiled at Delilah. She gave him an irresistible smile, and raised her new glass at him in a sign of thanks. "Well, girls, looks like I already have someone to spend the night with." she told her friends.