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Eyes sharp, he surveyed the group as more and more people entered the house. Cataloging his initial thoughts for later on.
[i [#000E9A Nomi]] A cutie with a unique style. She was intriguing.
[i [#000E9A Jae.]] Damn Daniel. If they made every person that drop dead gorgeous, Enzo would have a problem.
[i [#000E9A [s [ibarra+real+nova [size13 Axel.]]] Alex.]] Singer in a pretty well known band, At Horizons. The man was handsome, even despite initially coming off as maybe a bit [word?]. Enzo himself hadn’t found the need to mention is social media influenced status - either the people in the house new who he was, or they would find out soon enough.
The blue haired male frowned suddenly, as if he suddenly realized something the group before him. Girls in cute swimsuits, guys with six packs poking out from their open shirts. He reluctantly drew his eyes down at his own sheer shirt, see through enough to see the fact that he wasn’t at all muscular. That wasn’t to say he was unfit, he was just skinny. His hip bones slightly more visible then most of the people in the room without a lot of fat covering the bony protrusions.
[#000E9A “I’m a potato surrounded by pretty people and I don’t know how to handle it.”] Enzo groaned, running his hands over his face as he turned away from the group of people slowly gathering. He turned away from the rest of the others, just as overdramatically as his words. In the corner of his eye he noticed a producer waving their phone at him, a reminder about why he was chosen in the first place. He wasn’t skilled enough to hide his annoyance at the action - luckily his face was still in his hands when he turned in the direction of the cameras. [#000E9A “And I can’t even tweet about it! Not having my phone is going to kill me.” [i Not.]] When he turned back to the others, sliding his hands away from his face he raised his voice to continue to speak, smile sliding back into place.
[#000E9A “My name is Enzo! It’s going to be such a pleasure to get to know y’all.”] If he put an emphasis on the word ‘pleasure’ with a wink- how was going to stop him?
[https://s1.zerochan.net/Miyuki.Kazuya.600.2651572.jpg Miyuki 2]
[https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7f/ca/97/7fca9763ba8d2264fa603684cccd772f--mikazuki-munechika-aesthetics.jpg A boy]
[https://www.zerochan.net/1641167 New character ref 1]
[https://www.zerochan.net/Jinguji+Ren%2CSolo?p=5 new character ref 2]
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[center [Acme If he was honest, he didn't understand why he always returned to this place; why he didn't stray far. After all the disappointments, following a lead and coming up empty, he always came back. At least for now, it was home. With Mother, his demon contract, Misao, his foolhardy apprentice, and others. It was the only real reason he could see. Aomina had settled in this place. Yeah. That was it. Why force the seamstress to move when she didn't have to? So Hironori strayed, like a curious fledgling leaving the nest. But he always returned at the end of the day.
He bumped into someone on his way deeper into the village streets, already crowded enough with eager shopkeepers setting up before the festival began. And the dark haired man winced, lifting his hand to press a hand to his side. It was unfortunate, that Aomina's powers couldn't make him invincible. Especially when there was such a pretty price on the head of a ninja. But the small wounds carried on his flesh would've been a lot worse without her. Nicks and bruises rather than gaping holes and broken ribs. More of a nuisance than anything else. Unfortunate, but better bruised then dead.
He didn't want to return to Mother with blood staining his calloused fingers. She was kind, for a demon, and he'd rather not worry her if he could prevent it.
Although perhaps she felt it through their bond already,
he wasn't sure. Just incase, as he passed the demons small shop, he cast a single thought through their bond.[#375c96 [i I'm alright.]] It was a simple, two worded prompt to make sure she didn't worry about him. The demon deserved a break from all the stress he'd put on their contract. Even when she wasn't present when he gotten into trouble in the past, it was her powers that had saved his life more than once.
Besides Aomina, he had few friends. And the majority of them were probably busy preparing for the festival. That left only one other person. Hironori let his feet carry him over the familiar path, coming to a halt outside a small restaurant. Sucking in another breath, he pushed his way inside.
[#375c96 "Misao!"] He called out into the empty room, hoping the older man was hiding in the back and not off doing something else. His voice sharp, but not particularly changing in terms of tone. [#375c96 "Misao your information sucked,"] he grumbled under his breath, impatiently waiting for the villager to make an appearance. Despite the irritated air about him, Hironori was always grateful when the taikomochi heard something interesting and passed the information along. It wasn't much, tidbits of gossip here and there through his line of work.
Of course there relationship wasn't entirely one-sided. The kenjutsu master did spend countless hours with the other, training with him. And the long haired shinobi couldn't help but snort at the thought of back then, when he'd first stumbled upon the older man training with that little weapon of his. It had been quite a sight for the young adult whose whole life up until he'd left his home had been training with different types of blades. And while a tantou was certainly not his weapon of choice, the dark haired man understood the benefits of such a short blade. Misao had gotten a lot better since then, not that Hironori would ever admit it.
A low grumble passed over the male's voice once again as he waited for the other male. There wasn't much reason for the ninja to be so grumpy. The wound on his side was barely a flesh wound, and had stopped bleeding before he even returned to town. He was sour mostly because of the endless deadends.
Anyone else would have moved on by now. Even if it meant hiding and being undercover so no one found out they were a shinobi. But he stayed in this little village. Stayed and waited for the next lead to arise. And until it did, Hironori didn't quite mind waiting as much as he pretended to.
[center [size30 Some Extra Stuff about Jonah Grayson-Wayne]]
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He was possibly adopted by Richard Grayson?
He was never Robin, he went straight to Nightwing.
Dick still uses the Nightwing mantle occasionally. More so now that the Batclan took it away from Jonah.
Jonah means "Dove". His uncles tease him by calling him their little dove.
He takes after his Uncle Jason a lot more than his actual father.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/QcbHmhU.jpg]] [Lora Jonah could only let a sly grin sweep over his features. Thackery was right of course, it had been a long time. When he'd first hacked into the Academy records, it was the only name on a long list that didn't spark curiosity, only interest. But he hadn't been able to get much more information. For all his skills, Bruce, his dad, and Uncle Tim were a lot better. Even Thackery was a better hacker than he was. But Jonah knew it was mostly because who his mother was. Even Felicity Queen could out do the Bats if she put enough effort into it.
[#00163a "Star City is far from Gotham."] Nightwing pointed out, crossing the room to set his bag down on what appeared to be his side of the room. The smirk faltering slightly from his features. He'd never had to share a room before. Not facing the son of Green Arrow, he raised his voice to speak again. [#00163a "How long has it been man? 5 years?]
Although it was posed as a question, they both knew it wasn't. How could Jonah ever forget there time as dumb teenagers? Naive and curious. And curiosity killed the cat. Or the bird. The time had been quick and fleeting. They both knew it was going to end. It wasn't like the Grayson-Wayne could have stayed in Star City for the rest of his life. And Gotham had needed him. That in itself was a harsh reminder as why he was standing in the dorm room at all.
[#00163a "Did you get taller, Thaddy?"] Jonah questioned in response to Thackery's own question. Not much of an answer, but a reply nonetheless. Striking blue eyes peering over his shoulder to stare at his roommate. The nickname was sticky on his tongue, having not used it in so long. [#00163a "I thought you were going to stay a tiny shrimp forever."]
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[center [Inconsolata [#581845 "I'm Marinette Blanc... you can just call me Mari."]
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[center [Acme If he was honest, he didn't understand why he always returned to this place. Why he didn't stray far. But something always made him come back. After all the disappointments, following a lead and coming up empty. He always came back. At least for now, it was home. With Mother, and Tosho-hime, Misao, and others. It was the only real reason he could see. Aomina had settled in this place. [i Yeah. That was it.] Why force the seamstress to move when they didn't have to? So Hironori strayed, like a gentle bird leaving the nest. But he always returned.
He bumped into someone on his way deeper into the village streets, already crowded enough with eager shopkeepers setting up before the festival began. And the dark haired man winced, lifting his hand to press a calloused fingers to his side. It was unfortunate, that Aomina's powers couldn't make him invincible. Especially when there was such a pretty price on the head of a ninja. But the small wounds carried on his flesh would've been a lot worse without her. Nicks and bruises rather than gaping holes and broken ribs. More of a nuisance than anything else. Unfortunate, but better bruised then dead.
Still, he didn't want to return to mother with blood on his hands. She was kind, for a demon, and he'd rather not worry her if he could prevent it. Besides Aomina, however, he had few friends. Little Toshi-hime was probably busy herself with festival prep. That left only one other person. Hironori let his feet carry him over the familiar path, coming to a halt outside a small restaurant. Sucking in another breath, he pushed his way inside.
"Misao!" He called out into the empty room, hoping the older man was hiding in the back and not off doing something else. His voice sharp, but not particularly changing in lilt or the generally impatient tone he typically carried.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/QcbHmhU.jpg]] [Lora Jonah Grayson-Wayne had been ready for this for days, perhaps weeks. As much as he hated to admit it he was a bit of a nerd when something made him nervous or uneasy. And bringing out his nerdier side meant long hours in front of the Batcave computers, researching the students he was attending school with.
He avoided his father when he could, having not spoken with him since he'd been informed that he was going to be sent to the academy. A couple of reckless missions and all of the sudden the mantle of Nightwing was being yanked from his hands, and he was being shoved face first to a damn school? What was worse was the fact that most of his uncles were in on it. Despite their dysfunctional relationship, his grandfather, father, and his uncles had decided this was for the best. Or in the words of Jason: [i It was about time you got your shit together before someone gets killed.] Like he was one to talk. Of course this started a fight between the teen and the Red Hood, and quite obviously the older man had Jonah on the ground with a boot digging into his back without much effort.
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TL;DR for Characters
[b Aiden Williams]
▶ True to any son of Hephaestus, Aiden likes to play with fire. Both figuratively and literally.
[b Alexander Bane]
▶ Alex is a Slytherin who would rather conform to the norm than try something new.
[b Alphonse Welles]
▶ A warlock with eyes like a cat, Al is a flirty magician whose personality fills the room as much as one of his spells does.
[b Conor von Sagnoir]
▶ Conor, the rejected brother of the Emperor Consort, who has no idea he even exists.
▶ A mysterious citizen to the Isles.
[b Eoin O'Connell]
▶ Eoin O'Connell is the black sheep in a religious family.
[b Faolan von Sagnoir]
▶ The deceased father of Shaoran, Faolan, whose affair with the Emperor caused more harm than good.
[b Freya Walker]
▶ A Hufflepuff in a Slytherin family, Freya carries an interest in muggle candy.
[b Hironori Kurogane]
▶ Hironori is a wandering shinobi searching for the men who took his sister from his family. No matter whose toes he steps on.
[b Kaoru Lavette//Shao Tsubasa]
▶ A popstar who only wants away from the limelight, and an MMO player who wants to shine brighter than any star.
[b Killian Damocles]
▶ An overdramatic, self-hating thief is abandoned by his best friend. Reckless behavior ensues.
[b Luca Abbott]
▶ Luca is an ex-Cascade member who joined Penumbra after his old self was declared dead. An injured pup is behind his brutish and snappy behavior.
[b Lucille Marellio]
▶ Lucy, the farm girl turned princess who is learning the ropes on how to act like a noble before she is wed to one of the sons or daughters of the Fruits Kingdom's royal family.
[b Marinette Blanc]
▶ A Quarter-Veela witch who has an interest in becoming the French Minister of Magic.
[b Mason Foster]
▶ The rambunctious lost boy who would do anything to see Peter Pan again.
[b Noah Perry]
▶ Arrogance is Noah's middle name, but what is hidden underneath is not quite the same as what is on the outside.
▶ A member of a gang for most of his life, Rix knows nothing besides bloodshed and card games.
[b Serafina & Stefan Dietrich]
▶ Twins but opposite, where as one is more of a superhero than the other.
[b Shaoran von Sagnoir]
▶ Shaoran is the Emperor Constort to Empress Miyuki Cha. After growing up besides her as her knight, they dwelve into a reality that shows all wasn't as good as it seemed when they were children.
[h3 Potential New Characters:]
There was mirth in his eyes as he stared at the others in the room that was gradually filling with campers. According to their guardians, they all had issues. But Eoin just saw normal people.
There was a noticeable twitch in his fingers as one of the workers of the camp who confiscated one of the girl's packs of cigarette's passed by. It would have been all too easy to sweet talk the woman a little bit and then swipe the pack while she wasn't looking. But certainly expected of him. No the challenge would have been swiping some of the death sticks from the package without stealing the whole package itself. There was a quiet thrill about steal something. A drugless high. He would've liked a drag of a smoke, or the burn of alcohol in the back of his throat, and the dark haired adult didn't think he'd be getting either of those things anytime soon.
"Eoin!" The familiar voice pierced the adult's ears as he turned his steely eyed gaze to blink innocently at his father.
"Yes father dear?" His voice sickeningly sweet and dripping with sarcasm that the older man could either not detect, or not care about. The police officer strolled haughtily into the room, eyeing the others in the room with a mix of suspicion and disgust before turning to face his son.
"My keys, my wallet, and my handcuffs you damned child," the man huffed, lifting a hand and beckoning to his wild haired son.
"What ever do you mean?"
Violent response from father
Eoin begrudgingly returns the items
"Katherine Black," Alphonse supplied the girl's name as she left the room just about as quickly as she entered it. A low whistle in appreciation boldly filling the silent air. "She's from Dogloyal. A fine specimen, for a witch anyway. Went to Hogwarts- a lot of wizards and witches here went to Hogwarts at some point or another." He added the last part as an after thought, but didn't take long to ponder it.
The warlock chuckled softly at Andres' face, the only signal that he didn't leave the other alone in the quickly emptying hallway. Many were eager to go eat, and those who weren't new, eager to find their friends and share stories from their all to brief summer vacations.
"Cheer up four-eyes!" The tone of his words rang teasingly and unabashed as he turned his attention to the surrounding hall for a brief moment, familiarizing himself once more with the aged corridor before continuing to speak, "I couldn't pop out of here, even if I wanted to. The transporting window is only open for a couple of minutes. Don't want some dark warlock trying to find sacrifices to summon a Greater Demon to get into the school now do we?" There was a sudden darkness in his typical cheerful mannerism with the thought. Stories of what went on in England during the Wizarding Wars was common knowledge. But if only dark lords were the only thing the world had to worry about.
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