High school is never an easy place for the rapid teenagers moving about influenced not only my the need to learn but also by hormones, reputations, and popularity contests. Complete hell to any normal teenager.
But Cutler High isn't like any ordinary school due to some of its less then ordinary students. One never truly knows what their classmates might be doing at night or in their homes at this horror high.
The small town of Riverside holds several secrets, many of them have to do with the families settled there. Those who move about like any ordinary human and those who more or less can't due to certain weaknesses or strengths.
The point is in this town, even though its small, there are rules amongst the 'otherworldly' and those rules are just as basic as any. The main rules are don't share your secret with a human, and don't mess around in someone's territory. If everyone follows these rules nothing can happen. But what happens when the rules become broken?
A new family moves in whose 'wild' side isn't as hidden as it should be. Their pack-like nature when moving around the high-school is overly shown, going so far as to corner the other supes and 'warn' them about messing around in other peoples territory. How can this family, whose second nature being werewolf, feel they own the school? Because this pack has special supernatural powers, each member possessing a special ability, allowing them higher ego then the average wolf.
Soon everyone will be tossed into the mix of werewolf dominance and supernatural fights breaking out amongst fellow classmates and neighbors as tempers boil over and the fur starts flying.
If that isn't bad enough, Riverside is in deep trouble with magical elders when one of dark forces finally finds the hidden little town, setting his sights on the magical families living there, all having been hidden from Elder radar since the town came into a truce among the supernaturals centuries ago.
The students at Cutler High will fight, love, and seek revenge to be heard.
This role-play is rated M for mature. Obviously if your a mature enough person to partake in a role-play that will have violence, foul language, and other content- not crossing the line of ES basic rules and restrictions, mind you- then you will be just fine. There may be romance in this role-play. I do not discriminate against straight, homosexual and so on. I do prefer there not to be love at first sight though. That tends to be boring.
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are we still wanting to do this?)
It had to be out of its mind, crazy, stupid for even considering doing something so asinine that even Aaron wouldn't do it. Yet despite all the clear protests its mind was doing, its body wasn't going to have anything to do with it. Maybe it was some residual effect of the bastard of a wolf, or maybe some stupid human notion of guilt that Soren found its feet turning around to head right back where it left the boy. Just as Soren didn't get far from leaving, the boy didn't move much from where he was propped up.
"You're going to be late for class if you don't move," it began as a means of alerting him to its presence. Soren glanced down the halls but didn't hear or sense Ranulf in the immediate area, probably off to woo some other sucker, hopefully somewhere far, far, away, like in the pit of Tartarus or equally befitting setting. Weren't his type supposed to burn in hell for eternity or something? Maybe it could convince Fiona to do the job. It released a long sigh, now it knew its head wasn't on right. Planning vengeance was nothing new but considering help from another completely went against its beliefs, funny how one thing could ruin your whole day.
"Soren, right? Had you in one of Miss Gilda's classes last year I think. My thoughts may be rightfully muddled at the moment, bleach kind of has that effect for me," he replied opening one of his eyes to look at Soren's approaching form. Soren crouched down next to him reading the I.D. card on his pants.
"Maybe, maybe not Raiz," it stated vaguely. "Doesn't change the fact you're still going to be late," it added absently.
"Study hall in the library, shouldn't be a problem as far as I can tell. But, it's always nice to be proved horribly wrong on occasion to keep things interesting," Raizon remarked wryly dropping the rag to help mitigate the spots peppering his vision. Soren nodded its head briefly, grabbing his hand and helped pull him up to a standing position. It positioned itself under him to serve as a crutch, holding onto one arm looped around its neck as the other held onto his belt. "You don't have to wait on me hand and foot, I can walk just fine. Sides, not like you're responsible for me. Shit happens and you move on," he stated with a shrug easing out of Soren's grip, tilting his head and shoving the rag back into his face. He stumbled a few steps back sliding back to the ground. "Shit makes me dizzy though," he thought aloud. Soren stood slightly rigid catching a similar scent in the air as the first. It took a deep breath locking its senses to avoid another catastrophe as the first.
"Friend of yours," Soren asked bitterly managing to keep the bulk of the venom out of its words.
Further befuddlement on his end took him a moment to catch up to the scene. For the moment he thought Soren was talking to the air.
"One of the best days of my life, and it just begun! Who knows what other misfortunes will befall me while the day is ever so young" he began in a sing-song type of voice. You his keeper or something? May want a tighter leash on your dog, he headed down that hall, probably towards the gym," Raizon gestured to the general direction, pulling himself back to a standing position. Soren glanced back to the human then to the new arrival.
"You may want to teach him the customs of the town and rules of the school. Might do you both some good," it hinted.
"Don't waste your breath. They'll either learn or not, you can't rightly teach a fool if they don't have the attention to listen let alone the capacity to comprehend," Raizon added brashly. He pulled the rag away, bringing his hand to his nose to test if it was finally done leaking. Still stung like a bitch and was quite raw but it would seem he could spare his brain cells from premature death. He walked forward a couple steps testing his balance, and when the room finally stopped spinning he continued across the hall reclaiming the wheelie bucket tossing the rag in the water. "The offices are down the left hallway. Perhaps they will be more accommodating to your foolishness then a couple of students," he suggested leaning against the mop for some familiarity and moral support. Raizon looked over to Soren, who was playing statue with the newbie. "May as well save the hostility, the day's plenty young enough for it to fester into something more aside from a staring contest."
Don't forget to add Yuki's characters :]
Noise, oh how they were so noisy.
Rolling over in his pile of blankets, pillows, and whatnots, Regen growled low in his throat as his pack-mates bickered about him. Pricks…. came a snarled thought in his mind as the two dragged their sorry asses out of the house as to not go to school with him. Eck, like he gave a damn what they did. Hell, the alpha was up and missing as it was. Probably off smooching some good for nothing…
Thoughts abandoned, Regen stood and stretched, his lazy lean body snap-crackle-popping as he did so. Hadn’t got much sleep the night before- Not with the moron twins partying up with insults. Then again, they weren’t twins- Hell they weren’t even near the same age.
Moving slowly through the house of messy clothing, fast food wrappers, and- Yes, those were defiantly a box of dog treats in the corner. Who the fuck is eating those again?! Damn it, last time someone left crushed up Scooby Snacks and those fake bacon strip things all over the front room floor.
Grumbling to himself, Regen hit the kitchen, flung open the fridge, and roared in irritation that once again someone had drank all of his green tea. “What is the point of putting one’s name on a fucking bottle if no one can even use their fuckin’ brain to read it?!” Of course his enraged question fell to an empty house and deaf ears.
Snagging Lethe’s juice container from the icebox, Regen kicked the fridge door closed and tore off the twist top. Tipping the box container up, he began downing the bloody stuff while plundering empty cabinets for breakfast. Empty…. Empty…. Empty…. Cheese spray….. Empty….. “when was the last time we went shopping? Seriously didn’t we just move into this hell of a town?”
He was going to lose his damn mind in this place. Really, he was simply going to go insane. How the hell his pack-mates survived at all was a huge surprise. Then again, it was probably due to his nagging attitude and lack of obeying authority. Speaking of which….
“Yep, defiantly late to that high school…”
Feet tapping pavement and an aura that could probably kill, a very grouchy werewolf headed to his first day at a stupid small town high school. Already he could feel the eyes of moronic humans ogling his newness. Not to mention…
Yep, annoying whispers of how there were several new students, especially whispers of the school nurse and a very sexy- God the insult twins had already corrupted the place. What was the point of coming to this stupid place if that’s all it took- Big breasts and false affection. Also apparently the librarian was pretty hot…
The alpha take a job here or is he a student? I can’t remember. Either way I doubt he would take librarian status…
Rgen’s thoughts were interrupted as he fell face first into a rather lacking bosom of a young woman. At least, she smelled female from her scent.
(b “Oh! So-sorry!” Ciel murmured to the boy currently steadying himself. She was in rather of a hurry and hadn’t seen him coming around the corner. Looking up at his shadowed face, she attempted to smile-
“Och, watch where the hell your going, thing! Other people use this walkway,” Regen growled, his eyes in narrow pissed off slits.
“I’m terribly sorry-”
One word, whispered in a low deep tone coming from somewhere behind Regen, made him pivot on his heel. He had to get a look at the person who could sneak up so quietly on him.
There, standing rather tall, actually super tall, was a sharp and handsome looking man with glasses, his eyes venomous slits.
This guy is dangerous… Regen’s mind screamed out at him, his instincts telling him to run.
“Un-uncle Pierre..” Ciel stammered out, her eyes going huge for a moment as she glanced back and forth between the tall man and the boy who had run into her. “Mom said you would be taking a job here…. You’re the new librarian, if I remember…”
Regen raised an eyebrow, taking a step back to watch what was playing out between the girl he had practically boob-raped with his face and the deadly male who had snuck up behind him. The girl had addressed the danger as her uncle, but Regen could tell they weren’t related. It wasn’t just the looks, it was more than that.
Whatever it was though, he would find out later. Deciding to go see what trouble his pack-mate, Ranulf, had caused already, Regen backed even further away from the two and headed into the high school. Taking in a deep breath it took him only a few minutes to come upon a scene where two beings who had encountered Ranulf sat, signs of an attack obvious.
Smirking, Regen stalked quietly up on the two and leaned against some lockers. “Having a fun day, I see. Wouldn’t have seen a dashing devilishly handsome young man come through here? Big flirt? A bit grabby at times..” Regen’s eyes went from the.. Well he couldn’t tell the gender of the petite creature kneeling down helping an older male out with a bloody nose. He could however smell Ranulf’s drool on the creature’s skin. Poor thing.
Why did the world have to have people? Why couldn't this be a barren wasteland devoid of any and all life? That's right; it wouldn't be there either if that was the case. Although at the current moment of time, Soren wouldn't have minded to be part of nothing. Why the hell did it have to go to school? Soren growled at the pale gray locker numbers 213 etched on the handle, before it spun the combination lock around for the proper sequence. The day had just begun and it already wanted to kill something. And there were hardly any students about to give it such a headache. Something seemed different with the day, or maybe it smashed its head harder against the earth then it first thought. Yeah that had to be it, for if it was a different day, its wish would have been granted for the world to be empty of people."I need to kill Aaron when I get home,"
it spoke through gritted teeth as it tossed its bag into the locker. "Or the students here need to not be complete idiots,"
it snarled softly. And how the hell did the rabbit even know it? That's right; she was at the entrance ceremony last year for the coming in freshman. It didn't like her the moment it laid eyes on her; maybe it was just more irritable that day and today. But then the damn girl had to touch
it, why did she have to do that? Emotions are easiest transferred via touch, she bleated insecurities, naïveté, daydreams, and all sorts of unpleasantness if it lasted much longer Soren figured it would have bawled its eyes out, and ran away to hide in a book. Klutzy dope. But then again, what day wasn't
it irritable? It was a Wednesday that was the last day it remembered not being irritable about anything. Good times. Even though Soren may have had this air of indifference about it, it was mostly just a front to hide its irritability with every living thing on the face of the damn planet. It wouldn't have minded to be blind to the ways of people, maybe then it could get on with a normal existence. No, whatever force of the world that decided such things as species and powers, it just wanted to mess with the nymph, to make it the only thing that could see the world for what it was. Nothing but a huge waste. Sure it saw the better emotions of creatures, yet most of the time such emotions were forced and only hid what was underneath, the rotting of the individual, disgusting creatures the lot of them. Itself included.
"You know Soren, would it kill you to lighten up a little, maybe you should see your power as a gift, eh? I mean you can actually feel what others are feeling, be able to relate to anyone or anything really. Doesn't that excite you? I mean you have a gift to be able to help out any in need by simply matching wavelengths with them. It sounds so, dreamy, intimacy like that my friend can't ever be made," breathed Fiona. She was a cousin that came by for the big family get together, something Soren wanted to avoid but the little nymph found it out before it could leave the house.
"Tch, coming from the embodiment of fire, passion namely, that doesn't really make me feel any better. You're supposed to feel that way about everything. Why not trade off and you can see how it really is to be at the mercy of your emotions and those around you," Soren seethed back at the girl, fueling the anger emotion of fire, or else it may have been swooned away with her words.
"You're too uptight you know. You don't even see what that means, it means that you can do anything because emotions are far more powerful the actions, since they drive the actions like no other. Awe man, can you even be a little bit of a dreamer," she beamed up at it.
"I'm a realist, dreaming doesn't mean anything since they are not real. Now if I was like Aunt Simone, who was one with sleep and dreams, then yeah, sure maybe, but no. It’s bad enough dealing with the reality of the emotions, dealing with the insanity of dreams would shatter all of my own sanity. Why else do you think she is at an Institute? I rather keep my 'gift' in check or else end up in a cell next to her, drooling out nonsense from the emotional overload," it finished stomping off away from the rest of the party.
Something though permeated its thoughts and away from the memories. Something that rooted itself in its chest as it clung to the locker door to prevent its knees giving out. It glanced around the area tightening its grip as it sought out the cause of such a feeling. How the hell did I miss it, it came out of nowhere,
it growled at its own ignorance of the situation. There!
A piercing jolt struck its system as it located the cause. It was a male, probably older then it that had the faintest scent of earth around it. Earth and...canine, when the hell did that
show up? Soren would pride itself, if it felt the desire to, that it could remember people fairly well, all as a means to set up the mental blocks to siphon out their emotions and allow it to be in control. No, something was off with this canine then just the scent; it was its reactions to it. The wolf had
to have something more to it. Soren's eyes flashed a bit as it took in consideration the other people hovering around the one male. It was already in this sorry state, so it wouldn't matter if it went deeper down the hole of insanity. Cautiously it brought down its emotional defense allowing the other students' emotions to roll against its own psyche like a wave. Soren closed its eyes tightly, breathing hard, as its heart banged against its chest. "Cheap imitation,"
it breathed out steadily.
Ranulf had already allowed the events of the morning to go to some distant part of his subconscious as he entered the school building pulling up his charm steadily at first seeing what fools early on in the day he could snare in his webs of seduction. He wasn't the most impressed with what was he was getting, a few human girls being the ones suffering the most lingering around his form, any other creature seemed to pass a small glance, noting that something wasn't quite right with him. At least until he heard the creaking of a locker along with spying the petite girl clinging to it for dear life. Ranulf licked his lips in anticipation."Awe, come on Ran don't waste your time with Soren, she's a freak that one,"
sneered one of the girls, a blonde sophomore. A low growl came from Soren's throat, its agitation reaching a bit of a peak with its inability to wrap its head around this new creature. Soren rightly didn't care how it was addressed, it was both and neither so either one would work, and was often interchangeable. It couldn't do anything about its frame and clinging to the locker certainly bleated a bit of the weak female persona, something Soren hated being was weak, especially if it was being swept away in the currents of others' emotions. That was a weakness it abhorred most about itself, it lacked control, something it considered it had a good grip on. Ranulf simply scoffed off the other girl’s remarks about Soren as he lessoned his spell on them, sort of flocking them away as he focused his snare onto Soren."You certainly are a bit of mystery aren't you,"
he cooed shortening the distance between them. Another growl seeped through Soren's lips as it managed to reel in some of its emotions."What the fuck do you think you're doing,"
it seethed lowly so as any onlookers wouldn't hear. It was very risky to be discussing such things in the open, despite the earliness of the day, it only took one chance for there to be a slip up, and then who knows what was to happen. Ranulf slammed his fist against the locker shutting it and causing Soren to lose balance as it was forced to latch onto the nearest thing."Isn't it obvious,"
he spoke in its ear as he pressed their bodies against the lockers, securing one knee between the other's to prevent too much resistance, reaching up and pinning Soren's wrist above its head. "I'm staking out what's mind, a person or territory, it matters not I take what I want so you'll just have to live with it,"
he added sadistically kissing at its neck, working up to its jawline. The physical touch sent its senses reeling and its emotions into overdrive as it attempted to squirm out of his grip, shaking its head like an irritated horse."Imitations, Illusions, none of it is real, get the hell off of me or else-""Or else what,"
he broke it off as he brought one hand down from Soren's wrists, wrapping around its waist as his hand moved up and under its shirt, his fingers danced up its spine causing its back to arch with his touch. Soren clenched its fists and bit down hard on its bottom lip to keep any sound of pleasure from leaking out. Opposing forces of the mind especially severe opposites, led to physical pain for the nymph. It sucked in a gust of air to steady itself. "Your body belongs to me now, you can't even properly stand without my help. Just give up, you put up the act of fighting but you can't do anything about it,"
he smirked in its neck, as it began to leave a trail of kisses resting on its shoulder. Soren let out a feral growl from the confines of its throat before it balled its fists up further yanking hard against Ranulf's grip, resulting in the nymph slumping to the ground as the wolf stepped back."Plenty of other able suckers to 'claim' as your own, tch not that many would fall for your cheap tricks. Keep your dick in check or you may find yourself without it if you piss off the wrong people,"
Soren panted wiping the blood away from its lips with the back of its hand, still keeping a slight look out for human spectators. Not many in the halls and those that may have saw something simply went about their own business, Soren couldn't blame them, it would have done the same thing."Then consider it a warning instead, from Ranulf Wolfwood,"
he remarked leaning over the nymph a certain smirk on his lips. However his own growl slipped out as his shin became acquainted with a wheelie bucket, its contents sloshing out."Oy, you're in my way,"
Raizon spoke vaguely enough as he proceeded with mopping the current spot of the hallway. Ranulf snarled at the boy as he straightened up."The hell was that for?""Have you gone deaf? I said you were in my way, you seem like a new face to these halls, so perhaps you don't know the rules,"
Raizon looked up through his bangs as he leaned against the mop. With his free hand he pulled up on his I.D card with the retractable cord. "However believe it or not, I have more authority over you before school starts. You are in the way of my janitorial duties so I can report you to my supervisor, who can then report you to the disciplinary director here a.k.a the principal; who is very strict with keeping this school clean for all of the patrons and like."
Total bullshit on Raizon's end but it was worth a shot right? Ranulf let out a chuckle as he brought up his hand to cover it before it would lead to a howl."And what do you think some human can do, hmm? Not a damn thing,"
he grinned. Soren pushed up from the lockers looking between the older males with slight caution as it was attempting to get its own thoughts figured out to prevent such an incident from happening again."Go drown in the lake and the world would be with one less human. Sounds good to all parties at the moment, I certainly won't stop you,"
he spoke flippantly brushing a few strands away from his eyes. "Get out of here before one of the teachers show up, you'll get some immediate justice sent your way then,"
he added going back to mopping. At least until red blossomed in his vision along with the ceiling. Blood gushed from his nose from where Ranulf withdrew his fist. Raizon sucked in air ignoring the tears just to make sure his lungs were still working and waiting for the stars to go away from his sight."Consider that your warning before you try to play hero again with me,"
he smirked as he spat on the boy before leaving the two there. Wearily so, Raizon dragged his body to a seated position as his free hand was resting against the pounding headache. Satisfied his brains weren't going to fall out he grabbed for one of the cleaning rags as he shoved it in his face, ignoring the further watering of his eyes from the chemicals."Shit,"
he breathed out pulling himself to a standing position. "Thought he took my whole damn head off with that punch,"
he added as vertigo hit. He stumbled a bit before he found himself being propped up by something. Not a word came from Soren as it gritted its teeth against the other's weight, the contact nowhere near as bad as with the wolf. Soren was in control."Sit down before you fall down, someone will come help you,"
it spoke monotonously as it slid the human back to the ground. It stood up and turned to go its own path."You alright,"
Raizon asked chancing to open his eyes as he kept his head tilted back pressing the rag as far as he could into his face."I'm fine,"
was the curt reply of the nymph before it too left."Terrific. Now I know why I hate meeting people."
**I might add more later, but I'm starting small this time.**
Name: Haizen Gray
Personality: A bit childish at times, can be cruel or sweet, but he means well.
Year in School: Senior year
Short Bio: Haizen snapped a long time ago. The only one able to really control him is Chiishi, even if they don't understand each other well. It's funny to see the seven foot tall male crouching by the four foot tall Chiishi, but if anybody mentions it, they often wind up with something uncomfortable shoved up their [*****].
**Sorry. I know the bios aren't worth the wait.**
Name: Chiishi Miaz
Age: Seventeen in appearance
Personality: Quiet. Very quiet. She doesn't know much English so, for the most part, she stays quiet. What most take for snobbishness is pure shyness, though that's not saying she can't get a little rude.
Year in School: Freshman year
Race: Birki-demon hybrid
Short Bio: How Callum managed to get with a Birki is quite unknown, but he apparently did it. Chiishi was raised by her mother until she was about ten , when she was sent to live with Hajin and Zihark forced to teach her. She's Hajin's half sister. Her native language is Dargish, she's learning English, and she speaks fluent Sarcasm. When people understand her. The two she's closest to are Zihark and Haizen.
"Ranulf, get yourself up we have to get going," Lethe Williams hollered down the hall with a voice mirroring the sound of tinkling charms. She would call herself quite the catch to any man or woman that could lay their hands on her. Oh how she loves to toy with people going on her feminine wiles. Being blessed though had its perks. Her clothing could fall borderline risqué for her job choice. Granted it was rather difficult for anyone in the pack to consider her doctor material. She seemed more of a stripper then anything else, such claims though just stroked her ego even more then her charms. She wore a pair of leather black pants that hugged her curves just right, weakening lesser creatures to their knees along with leather boots to match. For her torso she wore nothing more than a camisole top of an off white to scream purity to those that didn't know her, she may not have had as much bustiness as some other women, but her other parts certainly made up for that. She leaned over the sink washing her face, allowing the cool water to run down her neck and kiss her shoulder as she brushed a few strands of crimson hair away. Lethe grabbed for a towel keeping her hearing about for anyone else that was up this early. Indeed it was rather recently that the pack moved to Riverside, each member taking it differently, the younger ones in school, the older ones doing rightly whatever they pleased. Although that was really how anyone in the pack could act, do what they please as long as they uphold the pack's rules. But of course they were told of the rules of the town, from the landlord, along with the staff at the school for those that went there. Yet, it was only the pack rules that Lethe cared for, she made life her own playing field there was no time to be dragged down by the rules of a lesser creature. Lethe turned on her heel as she snatched her leather jacket from the shower curtain throwing it around her shoulders. Her boots clicked against the wood floor with each step as she kicked open one of the doors rather unceremoniously. "Come now Ranulf, unless you wish to go to school with Regen," she sneered allowing serpentine orbs to scan over the mess of the room. A few covers were thrown about along with some drawers opened with further items scattered about. Ranulf wasn't one of the cleanest of the pack, hence why he hardly got through unpacking his things before calling it a day. Yet he was her roommate the stark difference between the sides of the room showing their take on the idea of clean. She walked around the room some more until a distinct howl reached her ears and she looked down to where a tail was squirming out from under the heel of her boot.
"Son of a bitch Lethe," the youth growled from under the covers as a gloved hand darted out from the covers yanking the tail back to its rightful owner.
"And a good morning to you sleepyhead," she spoke sickeningly sweet as she knelt down and pulled the covers off completely causing the young man to flail about and face plant with the wood floor.
"You know, I swear you are the epitome of evil these days. Tch, or maybe that goes to show you that roses have thorns and yours are poisoned tip barbs instead of simple thorns," retorted Ranulf Wolfwood running his hand through his silver hair resting at the nape of his neck. Silver orbs glanced up and down the form of Lethe. "So are you playing the slutty nurse for the kiddies or something? Because damn, it sure is working on me," he smirked licking his lips. "You may want to change that outfit or else you'll be giving people heart attacks and taking their hormones for a ride," he added pushing himself off from the ground stretching his arms. Ranulf was just a bit shorter then Lethe however he had the one up for muscle built, but that would be rather obvious due to the gender difference. Perhaps, but it still felt like a contest with Lethe in his own way, their gifts and personalities clashing at times while easily accompanying at others time. It was more of a one sided contest, Lethe merely took part to watch the younger wolf squirm.
"Oh, but you know you love seeing me like this. Since it adds a boost to your own ego to be in the very presence of a goddess such as myself. How about you get dress or I will leave you with Regen," she repeated her earlier statement adding a wink to it.
"Fuck, let me find my shoes, I rather not be left with his moody ass," he seethed vacantly. Was Regen a 'moody ass'? No, not particularly that was just Ranulf's take on their Omega. Perhaps there was just something that rubbed him the wrong way, similar to Lethe, but at least with her he could play it up with his own skills. No, maybe it was a twinge of jealously to the other that he could easily do whatever the hell he wanted, even out of pack law. However the Alpha probably wouldn't have let him in if he wasn't reliable. In any case, he didn't care much for the man, but had to respect him for he far outranked him and Lethe.
"Then hurry it up and meet me downstairs," she called back avoiding a few thrown shoes. "Try under the bed, you know, that thing in the corner you've been using as a shelf," she added heading out.
"Hurry it up she says, pah I say," he spoke heading over to the 'shelf'. Lethe was vain sure, Ranulf was the same however as she played on her physical looks, Ranulf rather enjoyed toying with people through using his powers of seduction. It was perhaps an odd hobby but it added all the more to his ego that he was above these creatures that he could easily have them swooning at his feet and fighting for his honor even. That being said, he took a more lax look with his appearance. His clothing was simply a black tank top, with gray jeans, and what looked to be a black feather boa around his neck that draped down to his back. While it may look feathery to the touch, it was actually his tail. Most of the pack hid their animalistic traits, Ranulf was rather proud of his tail as such he wore it pretty much clear sight. Spying the piece of clothing in question he pulled up the socks and slid the shoes on as he grabbed a school bag in the corner throwing it on his back leaving the room behind. He practically ran out of the house not wanting to run into any of the other pack mates if he could avoid it, he'd see some of them soon enough at school in any case or when he returned. The door banged shut behind him as he just barely caught the helmet thrown at his chest.
"Safety first and all that darling," Lethe spoke with a grin securing the strap of her own helmet. Really it wasn't needed, but maybe there was some 'motherly' side to her that worried about Ranulf. He was after all her pack sister's son. If she was to pass she had asked if Lethe would take care of him, sadly his mother passed away shortly after he was born, complications at birth along with her own failing health, but she insisted on having the child. He was his father's son, the only wolf she loved who died protecting her and their unborn son. Lethe didn't know the finer points to it, or so she claimed ignorance if Ranulf asked, only once and that was that. She shook her head from the past putting up her aura of confidence as she straddled across her other pride and joy; the sleek back motorcycle with a red emblem matching her tattoo on the gas tank of it. She looked over to Ranulf as he slid the helmet on and eased himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her perhaps a little too tightly. "Come now, you know I'm the best driver in the pack," she smirked starting the beast up and before Ranulf could retort they were off like a rocket through the quiet streets.
"Best driver my ass," he panted as he wobbly got off the idling beast nearly tripping on the curb had his instincts not been with him. He placed his hand down as he used the momentum to roll onto his back looking up at the sun, which eventually was blocked out by the silhouette of Lethe, the smile of a maniac on her lips.
"Did I go too fast for the little pup to keep up?"
"Can it and leave me the hell alone, I may take the damn bus next time. At least with the bus it doesn't go over parked cars or moving vehicles," he spat pushing up from his back tossing the helmet back to Lethe.
"Then you may be my first patient of the day, I'll be sure to treat you extra well," she replied walking over to the bike securing her medical kit over her shoulder, while stashing the helmets under her arm, the keys making their way into her pocket. "Give em hell," she added ruffling Ranulf's hair as she went her own way. Ranulf nodded briefly scoffing the ground with his shoes as he went into Cutler High.
I was unsure how or where you wanted to put the werewolves at, so I apologize for the little GMing them into some spot in Riverside ^^ You guys can clarify as needed if you want to and I can also change things as needed~ Hope it works and take care! xD
"Krayeh, Krayeh, come on you have to get up or else you'll be late to school," spoke a soft voice muffled by a cough. A young girl stood above another with a quilt wrapped securely around her shoulders; one hand managing to hold the blanket tight, while the other hand shook the other girl repeatedly.
"Mffp, no, no just a few more minutes," was the reply from the younger of the two. The younger one was splayed across her desk with books scattered around the top and one serving as a rather uncomfortable pillow. A small trail of drool was seen staining the pictures along with a few air bubbles through her breath.
"Krayeh! Get up, or else I'll do it," whined the older Cecelia. Although those looking in would swear it was reverse, Krayeh being taller, more mature looking, while Cecelia looked nothing more than a child. Ah, but illness has left her weak and slightly stunted in growth, but improvements were coming, or so their mother spoke, and with their father being a doctor at the family clinic it was turning more into fact then just fantasy. Although with each day she gained new strength she helped out more with their family run clinic, the Hunt Medical Clinic, with their father being the sole doctor. Now some may wonder about the safety of having a Tsusagi in the medical field with having such renowned tendencies of accidents and the like. Some may decide them crazy to do so, ah but every species has their exceptions Alexander Hunt being one such case obtaining quite the reputation as a doctor and a damn good one at that if Cecelia was going to say; she herself being another exception of the rule, however Krayeh all but makes up for the two exceptions of the family. Cecelia let out a huff yanking on one of Krayeh's ears before pulling the chair out from under her. A shrill squeak came to her calling as she attempted to stifle a laugh.
"Cecil! That wasn't nice," Krayeh whined rubbing the sleep from her eyes and wiping the drool from her mouth.
"You said you wanted to get up early."
"I did? But-but you said I was running late," she whimpered as her velvet ears fell down in front of strawberry honey eyes.
"You're running late for getting in early," Cecelia reiterated with the same smile on her lips.
"That's not funny Cecil! Get out while I get dressed," she squealed using the chair as a support she pulled her body from the ground and began to shove Cecelia out the door. Krayeh made quick work of organizing her books as she stashed some clothes under her arm and ran into her bathroom. Showering quickly she dried off and applied her school uniform. No, Cutler didn't have a uniform requirement; however it did offer them to those that really wanted them. Krayeh desired one such thing since she felt it made it easier to blend in with the crowds instead wearing something of her own, considering her wardrobe was quite extravagant when it came down to it. That and the school uniform was practically fools proof. This uniform consisted of a knee length plaid skirt of soft pinks and reds, so not entirely school uniform, but it was what she wore to school, so it was a uniform to her eyes. Over that she wore a white colored shirt with a black buttoned up jacket and red tie to finish the ensemble off. Now the trait of the Tsusagi are their rather distinguished bunny ears, Krayeh had tried to hide them once before, however she had forgotten what she did with them, and was in tears for three days until it was her mother that dispelled the enchantment. Ever since then it was Cecelia's idea to use headphones, they were an old archaic pair of things, but they fit rather snuggly atop her head, her ears naturally molding with them to make it simply look like a pair of cosplay bunny ears. It suited the purpose of hiding her origins so that was all there was to it. Her hair was long to mid back of a soft pink hue tied up in a ponytail that has also helped to hide the connection from ear to headphones rather well. This may have been against her means of 'blending' in but it worked to keep her apart from the crowd enough that most would overlook her, call her freak, and leave her in peace.
Satisfied that she wasn't missing anything she grabbed her school bag which hung on the door handle as she walked through the hall. Their house and the clinic were one of the same, with the clinic on the bottom and their living quarters up top, further back in the clinic was there living room and an off branch of the clinic held their kitchen. It was a quaint setup that suited the family. Even though the household was on top, Krayeh's room was on the ground level, it helped to prevent the number of bruises she got from dealing with stairs. She looked around hearing the familiar sounds of her father opening the clinic as her mother was bustling about in the kitchen of their place.
"Good morning Krayeh. Don't forget to buy some bandages on the way home, your father is running low on them," Diane spoke softly. She wore a plain sundress of a soft yellow, and her own ears were used to hold her strawberry hair up in a bun. Krayeh nodded obediently packing a lunch.
"Is Papa going to be working later? I can make dinner when I come home, give you a break from it," she spoke pausing mid way as she merely stood there with one finger pressed to her lips.
"I'll supervise her so the house doesn't burn down," Cecelia spoke up pulling on one of Krayeh's ears snapping her out of her daze. "Get to school before you forget why you were going in the first place," she spoke with a grin as she turned on her heel and went to help get the clinic set up.
"Y-yeah," she murmured feeling a soft kiss planted on her forehead from her mother. She smiled and headed out of the house, taking the bus on the way to Cutler. The bus screeched to a halt as the motion lurched her forward into the seat in front of her. A sullen youth glared over its shoulder from the commotion.
"Why haven't you died yet from your stupidity," Soren spoke harshly standing up and looking at her splayed form.
"I didn't mean to... Sorry Soren," she spoke meekly correcting herself as she tried to stand up. Without meaning she grabbed Soren's hand as it turned around and glared at her snapping its hand back. "Sorry," she murmured her cheeks turning a soft pink as she quickly ran off the bus. This led to her stumbling on the steps meeting the concrete. Soren merely shook its head walking around her as others seemed to do the same. Krayeh sucked in her breath as she pushed off from the ground and ran for the school building. It didn't take long for her to navigate the halls stumbling along the way until she reached her sanctuary of the library. She closed the door softly behind her as she found her seat in the corner. Under the table there were her books she was working on before being chased out yesterday by the security. She picked one up gingerly as though it was a precious flower as she was just as cautious getting back to her spot without damaging the book anymore.
Added Cecelia's Skeleton to my last post with the skeletons on it~
Name: Krayeh Hunt
Personality: Krayeh grew up in Riverside, and has little hands on experience of the world beyond that, as such she has been viewed as naive to the 'real' world. What she lacks in hands on she makes up in her studies, being considered one of the brightest students that Riverside has produced. Although her studies are good, her mind tends to wander over the what ifs and unknowns to her, which has led to her being scatterbrained.
Year in School: Junior
Short Bio: Whereas some people may have no reason for such naïveté, her race is rather renown for being space cases, and it has been a wonderment to how exactly there are any left, having a healthy population in the supe world. She may not know much beyond Riverside, she does have minor knowledge of the supe world from her parents. She plays meek in order to offset some of her accident prone habits. Most of her time is spent studying or reading to attempt to quench her thirst for knowledge, further fueling her daydreams.
Name: Lethe Williams
Age: Appears in the twenty through thirty range
Rank and Place in Little Pack: Delta; Surveys scouts and provides strategies.
Teacher: School Doctor
Special Supernatural Ability: Karma's Blessing
Personality: Flirtatious enough to even put Ranulf to shame, which leads to some arguments between the two. Level headed in most situations, has an ear for rumors and a tongue for gossip. As such these traits have led her to be outgoing, not one for rules aside from the pack's rules, even so she has done her fair of rule bending however no breaking as of yet. Has even been considered reckless by some, however has plenty of wit to get out of any and all situations with plenty to spare.
Name: Cecil "Cecelia" Hunt
Gender: Male however loves Cross-dressing
Personality: Despite being frail most of her life she is a hardworking that doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit. Between her and Krayeh she is less scatterbrained of the two and always finds a way to smile and help those around her. She has a bit more knowledge in the realm outside of Riverside due to her help at the clinic and meeting different people, humans and supes alike that swing by Riverside on the occasion. While her sister may be more of a space case, dreaming of the places outside of Riverside, Cecelia is rather content with the small town which helps to keep her more down to earth.
Position: Graduate, Town Citizen, and an Assistant at the Hunt Medical Clinic
Short Bio: Despite the reputation of Tsusagi being hopelessly accident prone, scatterbrained, naive and the like not all are like that. Cecelia and her father Alexander being some exceptions to those rules. Cecelia did not graduate from Cutler High, due to her illness she was mostly homeschooled however she did receive her GED through Cutler, so an unofficial graduate so to speak. Afterwards she has spent most of her time helping out at the family clinic.
Discarded clothing, smoke lingering in the air, tangled limbs, speckles of blood, steady breathing, a typical sight for this household. Two figures were seen about the room, one on the bed while the other half off, half on it. Ruby orbs creaked open as a slim hand pulled back the covers, to reveal a porcelain body some would say was carved from angels. Slowly the woman dragged herself over the side allowing bare feet to brush against the plush carpet, bumping into a wine glass spilling its contents onto the crimson carpet. "Fuck," she murmured bringing a hand up against the pounding headache. Wobbly so she stood up navigating across the remains of the living room, being mindful of a body or two passed out on the floor. Surviving the trek she entered the shower allowing the steam to billow out. "Nik get your ass up, we have to get to class," Aedan Gilda remarked as she leaned in the doorframe of the bathroom, fully dressed in a pair of black slacks, white iron pressed shirt, and a black jacket to match; atop her head was a red striped maid's cap for lack of better words which secured her long ivory hair in one place. "And why oh why cousin of mine are you looking there," came the arrogant reply of Nikulai Envy equally washed and dressed for the day. Taking a more relaxed approach he wore a striped black and red shirt with black jeans to match, dual white belts sat at his hip as a trench coat was over his shoulders a tiara secured atop his short alabaster hair. Nik smirked wrapping an arm around Aedan's waist pulling her closer to his body as he nuzzled her neck. "Even decided to put on a touch of that perfume, I'm trying to fathom why you go so out of your way for pleasing these people. It such a waste of your time," he spoke into her throat nipping at the flesh as his efforts were rewarded. A deathly light pink tongue came out lapping up the iron goodness. Aedan rolled her shoulders, even offering a little more flesh for Nik to devour, until she held his wrist, extracting herself from his grasp and throwing him over her shoulder into the bed. Nik landed in a crouch on the bed cocking his head to the side innocently enough, although she was well versed in his motions that such a look wasn't going to beguile her. "It’s your turn to clean up after the guests, and I swear this is the last time I drink with them," she glowered over to Nik heading across to the kitchen taking out a bottle from the top cabinet along with a blood bag from the fridge. She downed a few iron pills washing them with a drink from the bag. "They spike their drinks too much for my liking. Go drinking without me next time, just don't kill them if you do," she called over taking a glass down and pouring the rest of the blood into that. Nikulai looked over his shoulder as their guests were tossed over his other one. "You're just a lightweight, I rather like the extra they pepper into their drinks." "More like drown their drink you can hardly taste anything but the alcohol," Aedan added twirling the glass in her hand as Nikulai shrugged his shoulders and left her sight.
However anyone looking in on that event would have had no luck seeing a thing of it aside where the two ended up, not the motions required from getting to A and B. But that was how it was for all Rezyks. Speed users, and not in the recreational sort of way. As other demons have their own powers that make them whatever they are, Rezyks specialize in utilizing speed as their differentiating factor. They have been thrown in with the vampire branch of the supernatural world, however the only similarity they share is the need for blood, even so it’s more secondary to Rezyks then vampires. Blood was more of a treat for them, instead of stable part of their diet whereas vampires or at least certain variations of the vampire require it for life. The only thing a Rezyk takes from blood is iron, eve so iron tablets work just as well. Iron is what they lack in their anatomy, anemia and a higher susceptibility to certain diseases being their downfalls. Although any skilled Rezyk can easily outmaneuver any threat with their ability to teleport and quick healing properties counter threatening wounds to their form. The albino appearance is a result, although they don't have to worry so much about sunburns as regular albinos do. Aedan finished off her glass as Nikulai returned lounged in a chair. "You say we need to hurry, yet have you noticed the sun has just started its trek across the sky and no I didn't leave our drinking buddies in the sun, they are tucked securely away in their own homes." "Say what you will, you get twitchy if we wait too long, your heartbeat is already betraying you of any calm you may have," she spoke with a grin catching the flash of irritancy flicker across Nik's face. Nikulai suffered a little more from the hyper activity and sensitivity of Rezyks compared to Aedan. It took a bit of time and patience on her behalf in trying to lessen that behavior, and allowing him to blend in more with those around them, instead of going on hair trigger rampages, Aedan's take on Nik's 'tactical maneuvers.'
Nikulai stood up pulling out a scalpel from a his jacket as he began to twirl it around. "Whatever Aeda, best be going before the other little mongrels show up. Although I'd love to be there for their last breath of life as they bleed rubies from their neck," Nik sneered nicking his throat with the scalpel. As for all super-naturals there were rules that had to be followed in this particular town, or else there would be severe ramifications. The least of it would be getting kick out of the town, the severest being death although Aedan wondered what Nik thought was worse, probably none of the above. He's been her charge for quite the number of years, yet she still hasn't figured out all his quirks. Granted the first that had to be broken was bringing around his throwing knives, although that hasn't been completely fixed, he no longer flourishes those things in front of the humans. Now it was just scalpels. "Right and then you'd be on the run for the remainder of your days for killing a human without just cause, other than the fact you were careless," she chastised him as she slung her teaching bag over her shoulder. She tossed Nik's own bag at him along with his iron pills. "Remember, you have to slow down when we get there. I'm surprised you haven't gotten yourself kicked from the job yet; your anxiety being your downfall." Nik stood by her tracing the contours of her neck with his scalpel, before leaning into her ear. "Dear Aeda, I know patience when I see a desired end, please don't belittle me so, I'd hate to have to decapitate your pretty little head," he cooed softly as he took his leave from her, a small wind serving as his exit. Aedan shrugged her shoulders and followed suit.
A rustling was heard, perhaps even echoed through the stacks of books. The library was one of the easier places to teleport to in the early hours of the morning. First it was on one of the higher levels, so the janitorial staff wouldn't get there quite yet, and there were numerous stacks of books to whisk behind in case someone was about. Aedan fixed her hair as Nikulai glanced over at her for a moment. "I've been known to be an envious little bastard, your words not mind, yet you seem to be rather vain on your appearance," he commented resting his arms behind his head a scalpel glinting slightly in the light. Aedan pulled the scalpel from his hands as another appeared in his opposing hand, she glanced around the library not seeing many about as she pulled on Nik's arm and began navigating through the stacks. "It’s the environment that demands the vanity, not me. I rather get through the day without too much of a hassle," she retorted shoving Nik out of the door of the library as she followed behind. The interior of the school wasn't the most remarkable; it was almost like any other school aside from those inside it that made it all the more extraordinary. Aedan taught history whereas Nik took anatomy and physiology. Ever since moving to Riverside it took a few attempts on her end to find a job that Nik could do, or else he'd be tearing their home to shreds for the boredom eating away at his psyche. That or he was going to turn all that free energy elsewhere and Aedan rather like it here and she didn't want to kill her cousin, if it could be avoided. So it came out where he could apply his fighting prowess and precision into something that wouldn't kill someone or something, and that's where teaching and his subject came into play. With Nik on the school grounds she could keep a better track of him as an added bonus. "Right please behave and catch you on break," Aedan stated stiffly as she turned went down the stairs heading off to her classroom. Nik smirked to himself as he waved at her back and went his own way.
Bloodshot dark green eyes glared down at the failed project that lay before them. Crimson liquid smeared across a white cotton sheet, perfect little paw prints stamped all about. What a mess it was, and with zero positive results to show for it. Eyebrows shifting, drawing together in aggravation, eyes narrowing. It was no use. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn’t do it. The sound of a rattling warning going off brought the focus of narrowed green eyes to the face of a clock, the digital neon lines blinking 7:05 A.M.
Sighing, Ciel stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders crackling. She had been sitting in the same old oak chair ever since she had come home the night before from school. Approximately fifteen and a half hours of practice, and still she couldn’t get it down. What would her mom think of such failure?
She’d probably crack up with laughter and taunt Ciel for her mistakes. Possibly, she might even forbid Ciel from further practice, deciding that it was a waste of her daughter’s potential. After all, Ciel’s mother was basically the wicked witch of the west.
Pushing herself from the wooden table she had spent all night working on, the young boyish-looking girl turned from her mess. She didn’t feel like cleaning it up. Just because she failed all night, didn’t mean she should give up and call it quits. She knew she would be right back to work at it after school so there was no reason to clean a sheet she was just going to get dirty again.
Reaching out, Ciel slammed one of her small creamy petite scar covered hands down on the annoying alarm clock that refused to shut up. She was already awake, having not slept all night, she didn’t need the damn thing bitching at her to wake the hell up. Instead she needed a good cup of hot mint tea and possibly some toast covered in blackberry jam.
Do we have anymore blackberry jam? It’s become a rather favorite treat to mother’s strange new nephew who seems to be staying across the hall from me. Not to mention my dear ‘Uncle’ who now seems to be determined to get on my nerves. Grumbling to herself, Ciel walked into her bedroom and began stripping the clothes she wore the day before from her body. She knew very well she couldn’t wear the same damn thing. After all, high school students were harsh and she really didn’t need to turn someone into a toad because she forgot to change her damn outfit.
Tearing her shirt over her head, Ciel stopped to stare at herself in her bedroom mirror. Dark green eyes took in her feminine facial structure, her male styled hair, her less then lush feminine body. To those around her, she knew she must seem meek and unattractive, lacking those wonderful things that drag the male counter-part’s attention to her- Boobs.
If only she could show them how powerful she was, how truly strong she could be, even if it wasn’t in physical strength. But there were rules in Riverside. The natural and the unnatural could mingle with one another, but the unnatural must keep their ways to themselves. Ciel was an unnatural being, a freak of creation.
Born with the ability to use the ways of magic and mystical forces, Ciel belongs to an actual cloven of witches. Where other students call their mothers witches, Ciel’s is the real thing. Morgan Bijoux could cast any curse with a snap of her fingers, she could summon a demon lord on a whim. She was ruthless and seemingly uncaring. Ciel actually couldn’t remember the last time her mother had complimented her on anything. Even releasing the forrest fae, something none of her ancestors had been able to do, had not brought Morgan’s praises.
Shrugging it off, Ciel finished undressing herself, ignoring the fact that she was such a big screw up. Home and school were two different things, but at least she had that in common with both places. She was an outcast even to outcasts, not being able to make friends with the pathetic human girls who played at being witches in her grade.
Cracking her neck, Ciel soon found herself from her room to the shower and then from the shower into fresh clothing. She was just pulling a pair of soft black leather gloves over her hands and wrists when there was a knock on her door. The being outside gave her no time to answer though, as a hard cough came about before a throaty feminine voice drifted through the hard ash wood door.
“Ciel, don’t forget he will be working at your school. Help him if he asks and keep an eye on him. We must not break the treaty forged so long ago….For the sake of those weaker around you.”
Grounding her teeth, the only response Ciel bothered to give her mother was that of a growl. Reaching across her bed, she snatched up her dark purple hooded sweater with white stripes and the leather satchel she used as a backpack. Still wishing she could stop and grab breakfast, Ciel stalked out of her old fashion styled home, slamming the door behind her. Baby sit some ancient fae guy her ass being the only thought on her mind as Cutler High loomed over head.
Lime eyes fluttered open to the rising sun, the tattoos underneath gaining a sunburst like glow; pale features took a more milky hue as the sun touched its skin; a gentle breeze toyed with a few strands of fiery red hair. And then that figure met earth. "Damn it anyhow Aaron," was the annoyed tone of Soren. Nymphs were odd creatures. For the longest time they were said to be embodiments of nature, as such they couldn't leave their natural ground, or their certain stream or tree couldn't be contaminated or destroyed, if that was the case, so would end the life of the Nymph. Nowadays that breed of Nymph wasn't as popular as it once was, instead of nature nymphs embodied various aspects of life, those of a nature calling still holding more sway over those of other, or lesser callings as some would explain. The Jaens falling under those of 'a lesser calling' at least a handful of its members. Sure their grandparents and great grandparents were one with nature, being the traditionalist of the Nymph world, granted for all the knowledge it possessed, its grandparents could be first generation Nymph, the species aging much slower the most others. Some would say they are the slowest aging, or they are at least within the top ten of that claim. Enough on the history lesson. For the moment, back to one irked Soren. Soren's naked form stumped around the front of the house as it began to knock against the door. "Oy aye looks like the little girl finally woke up. Took you long enough, I was worried you froze or something up there," came the mocking tone of Aaron Jaen, current head of the Jaen family, and an air Nymph to boot. Meaning he was the embodiment of air, and could easily say, whisk a younger sibling out of their bed and dump them about two floors up above the ground. Fortunately, Nymphs can survive some rather nasty falls. Aside from heights, this particular Nymph group wasn't the best for endurance. Their frames delicate and petite. That being said, they are also gender neutral, and able to procreate with any other living thing. The whores of the supernatural realm, yes a shameful title but a term nonetheless they've grown to accept.
Soren clenched its fists before sending one of those flying into Aaron's stomach, however the only result was Soren splayed out on the floor. "Awe, come on Soren, no need to get angry, just playing with you." Soren turned on its back glaring up at Aaron before crawling across the floor and into the bathroom. The Jaen family was a rather large family, Nymphs coming in all shades and hues. However, Soren was the only one with the gift of empathy. A gift and a curse. A hypersensitivity to emotions and lacking some control in its own. That being the case, Soren kept to itself, usually silent, as a means to be completely on guard and restrain its emotions, dampening the effect of most other's emotions on it. Soren went about the bathroom, snatching up clean clothes where it saw them before the rush of other family members began. Neutral gender they were, so it was really up to them how they portrayed their sex. Soren preferred a more masculine approach, although it could easily play feminine if the nerve struck it to. Not bothering with registering who else was in the room, having already knowing where they were based on the emotion vocal points; it secured its clothes and went out to the bedroom on the ground level. Despite its masculine approach, it fell under more as feminine in some of its clothing choice, androgyny being a safe middle ground. Its clothing was a pale ripped pair of jeans, a forest green tunic with a soft yellow vest with a headband to match with green leaves twirled within. The other purpose of its outfit, was to hide its power more, most would assume it to be the normal nature nymph, or a plant loving hippie. As such it made it easier to block out the emotions more if it was overlooked.
The Nymph eased out of the bedroom dodging some water spheres, overstepping some stalagmites and parrying a few vines that would hinder its process. It didn’t even look at Aaron as it walked out, seizing its shoulder bag from the mail box, a kinder relative leaving it there. Soren kept a stone face as it waited at the bus stop, sending death glares to any and all that dared to even look its way, attempting to give off that fuck you vibe, for the sake of its mind. The steel beast rolled to a stop as it boarded the thing first taking the first seat and keeping up that facade of indifference. A few more stops and Soren found its as it stepped out and looked over the school building. Riverside was an okay town, one of its nicer quirks being the harmony or such with humans and the supernaturals. Soren didn't know the politics, but from what its parents' discussed it was good, and that was plenty for it to go on. It walked up the sidewalk, and entered the school building.
A very low throaty growl could be heard throughout the small house on the corner of Plains St. and Sydney Avenue. Pale hazel eyes glared out from under a mop of chestnut hair through the green curtains that gave off a golden glow. Announcing to the poor resident of the bed that the blasted sphere known as the sun has yet to blow up, meaning he had to get up. Another groan came from the confines of the blanket, until a rather sharp knock came to door. "Hurry up Raizon, or else you'll be late for your job," hollered from beyond the door. Until said voice barged into the room the force of the door blowing back some of the chains, charms and other knickknacks that hung against the frame and wall; sending off sirens and whistles in the youth's head. "Yes, Helen! I'm quite up, and quite ready for the day, so leave me in peace woman," he snarled finally sitting up in the bed, hiding a certain uppity part of his anatomy. "Well do be quick about it," was the curt reply from Helen, the door slamming shut from her leave. Raizon slumped back on the mattress looking vacantly up at the spinning fan with the creaky fan blade. "Why the hell did I apply for that job anyway," he questioned himself, one of many that would repeat throughout the day. With a desperate sigh, Raizon Blake pushed off the rest of the covers allowing his bare feet to scrape against the freezing wooden floor. Baby steps, that's all there was to it, as he traveled across the room peeling off his clothing in the process reaching the hallway. "Would it kill you to have the heat on in the evening? It’s freezing this time of year," he hollered down the laundry chute tossing his pajamas in as he made his way across to the bathroom. Raizon glanced at the clock as he made quick work of his daily routine. Clothed in his traditional cargo pants, t-shirt and over shirt, he slung his old army bag of a book bag against his back as he took the stairs two at the time.
Helen was downstairs in the kitchen taking care of little baby Sera in her high chair. Helen was an older woman, but Raizon had yet the courage to ask her for her age, he would guess she was in her late thirties; however some tendencies placed her to be younger than that, others older than that. She had long almond hair that rested in a braid against her back. Crystal eyes like an ocean were hidden behind a pair of ‘professional’ glasses. She was wearing her business suit, being some big shot secretary in the next town over; as such she wasn't home til the evening, leaving Sera and Kyle under his care. Said boy bouncing down the stairs already dressed for his own school day. "Morning Raizy," came that annoying nickname from his lips. "Yeah, yeah, morning to you too Kyle," he seethed quietly under Helen's radar. Before much else could be discussed, Raizon snatched some toast on the table as he was out the door without as much as a farewell. However that was how it always was for him. They weren't his real family, hell they weren't any family, but some friends of the family he hardly heard mention. His real parents having long since been buried. The idea never bothered him, not then, not now. That was life for you, you born, you live, and you die, simple as that. As such Raizon didn't find it worthwhile to establish himself as anything in their lives, or in his school life. Tennis shoes slapped against the pavement as Raizon began the sprint to school.
Cutler High soon loomed over the horizon as Raizon slunk in the back door via his own key for the place. No, he wasn't some big shot teacher's assistant. No, he was a big shot janitor. "Whoopdy frickin do," he stated navigating the empty halls of the school. Cutler High was a hell, a prison as was any other school under the sun. Sure Cutler's been the only school he went to, but from what he heard of other schools, it was the same beat, different dance. A few staff members passed through his view; however he kept his gaze down. Subservient seemed to be the style for the day. With his rather non-existing outlook on life, it would make sense he had an equally non-existing school life. Going by that logic, he didn't see the point of being the same person every day, since in all actuality, no one was the same each day. Each day they were older, and there were other changes as well. Most would think this rather ambiguous lifestyle would drive them crazy eventually, eventually being the word. It has yet to drive him crazy, so if ain't broke, don't fix it. "Raizon Blake, custodian detail for before and after school," he stated mechanically to the man in charge. A rather tall fellow, with five o'clock shadow twenty-four seven, he was seated behind a desk with a magazine in hand. He hardly raised his head as he went back to the magazine. A grunt being the only sign of acknowledgement. Raizon waved him off swiftly grabbing his worker I.D securing the clip to his thigh pocket. With a mop in one hand, and a wheelie bucket up front it was time to start with the morning duties, and then off to class. Just another day in the life of the one and only Raizon Blake.
Yeah~ So I told myself I wasn't going to add any more characters without having yet start and estabilishing the RP being the case. But...my imagination ran away from me, and whilst attempting to catch it, I was thinking of a few discussions in the past, and then I came up with these guys >.>
Name: Aedan Gilda
Age: Has long since gave up counting, claims to be twenty-seven
Personality: How to describe such a woman? Femme Fatale from the artists of old. She isn't one to listen to orders unless they seem appropriate to do so. This can lead to various assumptions about her character. Her defense? "Let them talk, and if the mood strikes me; well then they will be the ones struck down." Despite this demeanor, she is said to have a great care for her job and those involved with it.
Short Bio: A rather un-glamorous life style for the young woman. More of a drifter then anything else, wandering from town to town trying to find something to satisfy her will to keep going on. Rather easy...well easy enough to hide some of her otherworldly habits, eventually though people tended to grow suspicious of what the origins of such a maiden were. Having far outstayed her welcome, she left the town and took the road again. A few old acquaintances told her of the town of Riverside, a place where the supes and humans managed a harmony, regardless if said harmony was built on lies to the humans. It was a start if nothing else and something rather quaint about the village has ceased this wanderer's travels.
Name: Nikulai Envy
Age: Twenty one for looks. Takes bets on actual age.
Personality: Masochistic, cunning, and a tactician. However he tends to hold grudges to the end of days, taking great pains to rectify wrongs thrown on his person. A rather envious individual, a trait that has often gotten him into trouble with some the proper authorities of both sides of the world. However he can also play a patient individual, biding time to scheme, and strike. Has been known to be a rather difficult shell to crack, not that many people wish to go that far into his mind.
Teacher: Anatomy and Physiology
Short Bio: Nikulai has been known as the greatest mystery in his family, namely on how the hell has he still managed to live so long with his gung-ho malicious attitude. Safely put he has been disowned by said family, aside from a cousin in the form of Aedan Gilda. As to why she watches his back, and he hers, that being the second mystery of that family. Due to his tendencies, he has been put under his cousin care as well, in hopes of restraining his intent and keeping him amongst the living for some time to come. Family is family, rather hard to kill them off, at least not without just cause. Coming to Riverside, it has yet to be shown if it has been beneficial or encouraging to Nik for habits of old.
Name: Raizon Blake
Personality: Slacker, Studious, very Opinionated
Position: Senior, occasionally Janitor
Species: Believes Human
Short Bio: Raizon has been known as a lot of things on the school front, varying from the geek to the bad boy. Although most say he goes with the crowd, by creating rivalry within it. Not the most trustworthy of sorts, easily shifting his mannerisms to switch the situation, claiming it’s to stave off boredom; that being said, its rather rare finding him being the same person twice. He knows next to nothing of his real parents, his mother, or so how his father spoke of her, slept around, so his father may not even be his. In any case he only has scraps of memory of the woman who walked out on them. Afterwards, his father passed away, acquaintances said it was due to heartbreak, family members claimed it was the booze. Now Raizon lives with some far off relative’s friends, clearly blood family wanting nothing to do with him.
Tweaked his skelly a little~
Name: Soren Jaen
Personality: Manipulative, Indifferent, and Empathetic
Position: Sophomore Year
Short Bio: Being a member of any Nymph clan increases one's awareness of a certain aspect. In most cases this being things in nature, rather animals, plants, or other such categories. Soren however was cursed with a higher awareness to emotions. With this curse it can understand people too well. And has used this greatly as a manipulating tool; however it can as well be swept up in the emotions of others if they are strong enough. Its sub-species of Nymph are gender-neutral, being able to take up either sex at any moment. By most it has been viewed as an egotistical bastard, which suits it fine in getting through the day. Keeps to itself, and those that do break that barrier, should consider themselves rather unlucky.
Name: Ranulf Wolfwood
Rank and Place in Little Pack: Scout
Position: Senior Year
Special Supernatural Ability: Charm and Seduction
Personality: Arrogant and a Narcissist have been what fellow members have described him. Hard to believe he is even part of pack with such an attitude. However many would fear having him as an enemy; arrogance leading to strength and stubbornness to almost mirror those of the leader.
And that's all they wrote...Yeah, sorry for jumping the gun with characters so swiftly Maki >.< I shall learn restraint yet.
Name: Pierre BijouxAge: Appears to be twenty-five; Actual age unknown, even to him.Gender: MalePersonality: Quiet, watchful, short-tempered at times, and quick-minded.Teacher: LibrarianHuman/Werewolf/Vampire/Demon/Fae/ectra: SidheShort Bio: Pierre had recently taken up a job as the high school Librarian, having the strangest need to stick close to the child who had awoken him from centuries of sleep. Pierre’s spirit had been locked away within a fossilized piece of white oak, passed down as a family lucky charm ever since the original owner found it on a dig in France. Now awakened, the child’s single remaining parent explained the rules of Riverside to him.Name: Ciel BijouxAge: SeventeenGender: FemalePersonality: Though solitaire, she doesn‘t mind snapping at anyone she finds irritating, Ciel is a piece of work. At first look, many believe she is actually a he, and treat her as such. Because of this, she acts more male then female, and comes off much like a defensive weakling; All bark and no bite.Year in School: Junior YearHuman/Werewolf/Vampire/Demon/Fae/ectra: WitchlingShort Bio: Ciel Bijoux is not like anyone else claming to be a witch, in the fact that she really is one. Unlike those burnt at the stake in Salem, Ciel‘s family tree dates back to ancient times, the men and women always dabbling in the ‘dark arts‘. Ciel personally strives in her studies, able to cast any curse she wishes. Unfortunately, Ciel wishes to use healing magic, not that of dark nature. Perhaps it was her gentle nature and caring feeling that had released the Sidhe from his resting place. It annoys her none the less, though, that he’s now going to be everywhere she wonders. Not to mention that everyone is to think he is her uncle, and yet they look nothing alike. Name: Regen KnurrenAge: NineteenRank and place in little Pack: Omega; Calms the pack and has rights outside Alpha law.Year in school: Senior YearWerewolfSpecial Supernatural Ability: Power DoppelgangerPersonality: Regen‘s rather lazy, having been born with the ability to ignore the authority of his alpha, he doesn‘t jump like the others of his pack. Just like his own mystical ability, he‘s pretty calm. His mood lets him flow along the river of life, moving out of drama‘s path as long as it doesn‘t have to do with his pack mates. The only time one will see Regen‘s temper rise is when someone gets in the way of something he wants. Even his Alpha has felt his irritation.
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