Name: Ronon Brennan<br/>Age: looks 19<br/>Eyes: ruby red<br/>Appearance: black long leather coat, black fingerless gloves, solver stud cross earrings, pasty white skin, black shirt, three belts around his waist at an angle, black loose pants, and black boots<br/><br/>The soft patter of the water falling onto the old roof of the two story home, an old circular window that was shattered held a dark image. Vanishing the figure who was inside soon stood on the roof. The long black leather coat flayed out in the wind, lightly dancing in the air as the black haired figure stood in the moon light. The glint from his ears shown the cross shapped studs in his ears, silver ones. His eyes were closed as he stood there, soon a different figure was by him and he slumped his shoulders, "I didn't know you were comeing to see me father." lifting his head his eyes opened, ruby red eyes glistened in the moon's light as he stared ahead. A hand settled on his shoulder and he looked to the hand before a voice came from the man behind him. A man with ear length hair that contained ruby highlights as gentle streaks, he also was a black eyed man, " Son, you have been avoiding me - not the other way around." the male looked down and sighed before turning, looking up he smirked, "I just don't want you seeing me in this hell hole." the male with strange hair laughed and crossed his arms.<br/><br/>"Least I get to see you before you vanish again into darkness." the male then walked forward and hugged his father. He was happy to see him and smiled, "Dad... I missed you." smiling he hugged him tighter as the other burst into flares of darkness. Lowering his arms the male waved and jumped down onto the ground kneeling. His eyes shut as he heard the whispers from his father, "I did as well my son, Ronon." Smirking he stood and walked towards the school, slowly and as if he was looking for something. He wasn't looking for the school - he was looking for something that was in the area. Somehting he was after. Something his father had been after for a short term of years. His father found it and gave it to him to fight it. His father, Remnant Wyatt Winchester, an ally to a mafia prince was MIA but only his son and wife got to see and be near him. He went missing years ago, now all anyone saw was his shadow and apparition - not even his own son knew where he was.<br/><br/>It was sad, a sad existence to barely know his own father but he was glad his father made rare appearances to himself. Remnant, was more often with his mother than his son, it made him happy to know his father loved his mother. He understood he, himself, was still training and learning even though he was some odd years old. He couldn't remember his actual age but that was not case. It came with his bloodline of being special. Even his three friends could agree. Smirking he looked up and chuckled, going back to the school would be interesting now that he was a Slayer. Trained by his father, he was also an Alchemist Archer. Now all he had to worry about was the school and finishing, pausing his eyes looked up as the rain went over him, drenching his hair and exposed fabric - slowly soaking his coat. He couldn't wait to be in bed, it had been a week since he had been in the school, so much work to do. He wondered if his school mentor would be mad. Probably but who knew.<br/><br/>Walking to the school slowly his mind drifted to the fact he had seen Rykar running from the woods earlier the day before or so, looking horrific and freaked out.  He had seen him run in the direction of their old hangout, no matter he was just glad to finally  get to be in bed again instead of camping. The downpour washed him clean of dirt and the scent of he wood as he soon got to the school, thunder clapped in the distance and Ronon went inside, his boots and coat dripping and trailing puddles behind him. His hair clung to his face as he walked, even as a kid his hair never dried fast, he liked that. Made him look moor intimidating to most in the school. His hair would drip for a good fifteen minutes before bunching together as it slowly began to dry. Pausing he turned his head towards a hall and narrowed his eyes. A commotion was taking place. Taking a step Ronon made his way towards the noise to soon be behind the human being picked on, he himself, was hidden so far. Narrowing his eyes he hated bullies, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a long silver pin and pulled, a thin chain extended out before coiling at his feet, the chain glittered as he twirled its in circles at his feet before it reeled back into the pin. Walking he shook his head shaking out most of the water the vampire released the pin and flung it, the chain laced into a vampire's neck and he wrapped the chain around his hand before jerking it. The vampire flew away and into a wall, "Now now- it's not nice to pick on others." He smirked. Tugging the chain it went into the pin and he was instantly by Dustin with his fist into a demon's gut, "I don't like men like you." He hissed before kicking the guy away. Glaring he looked to the only one left, "You, run- or face me drinking you to a deflated whoopee cushion." He growled and piped his knuckles, "I will not hesitate that either." His tone dead serious.<br/><br/><br/>Hund grinned and nodded, he was excited to see him so dumbfounded. Smiling bright he nodded and then hugged him, "Glad you like it Dustin." He then went to work with the teacher for a little to learn to do curved blades. When class was over he went to the cafeteria and began to gather some food and smiled brightly. He was excited, though he could tell Dustin wasn't well either. Going to his room he set his food and Dustin's on the bed before he began to eat and watch tv. Hoping his friend was alright.