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Kieran

Name: Kieran (named for his darker complexion)
Age: 100 (that’s proper adulthood in elven years)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Class: Druid (can cast simple spells, summon nature’s ally, and shape shift into animal form (wild shape))
Race: Elf (mostly wood elf with a touch of dark elf/drow lineage)
Weapon(s): magic, wild shape, spear
Outfit: Clothing made by natural means: leather, hides, and botanical components
Allegiance: Neutral evil (more of an affiliation than anything)

Bio: Kieran spends the majority of his time traveling throughout the wilderness with is wolf companion, Cana. Due to the fact that he doesn’t have much interaction with humanoids, he can come off as cold and aloof when interacting with them. Kieran struggles with himself more than anything. As a druid and a wood elf, he should be neutral or good in most of his choices, but the taint of dark elf blood in him often leads him down evil paths. Kieran is a strong fighter, and no matter what bad choices he makes, he will always be an ally to nature.

History: Kieran is a bit of a loner, more so out of necessity than by choice. The tribe of wood elves that his family was a part of was raided by the dark elves before he was born. The Drow took everything from the tribe, murdering men, women, and children… but not all of the women were simply murdered. Some women, like his dear mother, were raped by the dark elves in an attempt to create a bastardized race. Kieran is the product of such carnage, although he was raised by his mother for quite some time before the Drow returned to kill her. Kieran’s mother was also a druid and did her best to teach him the ways of a good druid, the ways of the wood elves. Kieran picked everything up in practice, his magic being stronger than her own even, but the taint of darkness and the temptation to do bad things has always been there… especially now that his entire family is dead. The majestic and beautiful wolf, whom he named Cana as a pup, is his only family now; she is the only thing that tethers him from becoming completely undone.

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Lillith Adams

Name: Lillith (Lily) Adams

Age: 21 years young

Appearance:

Personality: Lily is a free spirit, and chooses to enjoy life without all of those pesky rules getting in the way. If there is a hopping college party, you can bet that Lily is there… dancing on the tables. Like every person that looks happy on the outside, Lily has a lot of inner turmoil that she struggles with… family s**t, you know? Lily opens up to few people, only those on her inner circle. A couple of those people know about her indulgences in mind-altering substances besides alcohol. Lily supplements her party lifestyle through selling drugs, a secret operation that she is pretty good at. She may or not have supplying any of the other suspects, and the victim with drugs from time to time. As for a college major, Lily is very artistic and is hoping to get a degree in fine arts concentrating on charcoal drawing and ceramics. As her multicolored hair and facial piercings indicate, Lily dabbles in punk fashion: all tight jeans, combat boots and bright colors, mixed with black leather. As far as sexuality goes, Lily maintains a free spirit attitude and feels that people fall in love with other people, gender doesn’t dictate that.

Statement:
Relationship – “We worked with each other on occasion, but we weren’t really friends. She was too goody two-shoes to be my type, you know?”

Alibi – “That night, well I was partying it up with a good friend of mine, Chris Richards, you can ask her to verify.”

Motive – “Listen officer, I get pretty out of my head sometimes, but I’m a hippie… I couldn’t kill a person if I wanted to.”

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Béatrix de la Croix

Head Executioner of The Blackmoore Clan

BIRTH NAME: Béatrix de la Croix
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
AGE: 630
TURNED: The Winter of 1385, just after her 18th birthday

PERSONALITY: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.

BIOGRAPHY: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived it.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Although he was barely older than her, he had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers… maybe it was something else. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.

FAMILY: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’

POWER: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, even better than most vampires, as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.

SIDES:
Human = Food
Kingstons = Comical
Rogues = A nuisance
Werewolves = The ultimate enemy
Anyone Trixy chooses to dislike (regardless of race) = DEAD

WEAPON: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.

OTHER:

Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.

Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves. Oh yeah, she'd also a wee bit insane. Oops.

Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Béatrix de la Croix {Re-vamped}

Age: 630, turned at around age 18

Nicknames/aliases: Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Sexual Preference: Hetero

Likes:

• Her dual glock 22s
• flirting
• hard liquor (chartreuse, especially)
• mind games
• meaningless hookups
• blood

Dislikes:

• WEREWOLVES
• the English
• prudes
• love
• people who take themselves too seriously

Bio:

Sorry about the wall of text :x

The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles who married for power, not their soul mates. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. His was the name marked on her wrist, and hers on his.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man – her soul mate. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death which, of course, is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed with an unbearable pain searing her wrist. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day, wake you from your slumber, and murder you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills in vampire mental manipulation, deception, and investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the stories… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived to tell the tale.

Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She is currently in NYC on a mission to put down rogue supernaturals wreaking havoc in the city.

Occupation: Hit woman/bounty hunter (nicknamed Wolfsbane, and Madame Vengeance) – it used to be a self-decided operation, but she now works with the military and law enforcement to take out criminals only.

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting soul mate: Trixy’s is a tale of heartbreak. When she lost Francis, she lost everything – her sire, her best friend, and her lover. She doesn’t believe in second chances, and refuses to love again. No one will replace what Francis was to her, she won’t let them. The day she saw Francis’ name blackened and crossed off on her wrist, she bound her arm in silk to cover up what would come next. She didn’t want another, her heart was too cold to feel anything but pain. In time, she did see the new ink, but the date was centuries away, and she hoped maybe she’d die first. Although she keeps the tattoo still wrapped, the name haunts her subconscious, especially knowing that the date is so close now…

Soul mate: Batholomew 'Tholo' Whitlock

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

@FallenTrinity

Don't you love her? Hayley is such a wonderful face claim for Kiara, personality included! Very feisty. XD

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Callida

Name: Callida
Nickname: Calli
Age: 21
Personality: Quick to anger, passionate, crafty, goal-driven, and believably deceptive. She is constantly in and out of relationships, but doesn’t believe in love – just fiery lust.
Class: Flame
Race: Dwarf, being a good foot shorter than most humans
Guild: Resins Afell, but is commonly sent on spy missions to other guilds because of her class
Affiliation: Evil
Home Town: Crimson Red, but she frequents Arrowi City for missions.
Appearance:
Sibling: Clarence, known to be deceased.
Backstory: Calli remembers little of her childhood, other than knowing that it was pleasant for a little while. Twins Callida and Clarence were born to a classless dwarf couple in Crimson Red, and it was a miracle of sorts that they were born with such great power. Calli remembers laughing a lot and lighting more than a few homes on fire with Clarence, all on accident, of course! When it was about to be the twins’ 13th name day, the raid came – this is when Calli’s memory gets fuzzy. Calli awoke from the raid in a forested area just outside her home town, screams of anguish echoed all around her for what seemed like miles. Her breathing picked up and she began to run in search of Clarence, she hated to be apart from him… and he had never felt so distant before. Calli’s legs brought her to her home before her mind could even catch up and her eyes could take in the scene before her. After realizing that her family home had been reduced to ash, she scrambled through the wreckage, “Clarence!” she screamed for her beloved brother in fear. Her frantic fingers raked through the charred wreckage, unable to feel the heat still lingering. It was then that she found them, a set of three skeletons huddled in the corner of what used to be her brother’s room. Tears streamed down her face as the realization struck her – her family was dead. Thoughts raced through her head, knowing that her brother couldn’t have been killed by flame alone, something had to have led to his death prior to the flames claiming his flesh. The sudden sound of footsteps startled Calli, and it was only then that she realized her thoughts had manifested themselves in screams and moans of sorrow as she clutched her brother’s bones to her chest. “Come with me, dear, and together we will avenge your family” the Caster man promised, and Callida never thought twice about agreeing. That was when the rage came, that was when she chose her alignment. She would find the Caster with enough power to bring her twin brother back from the grave, and together, they would make the world pay.
Weapon(s): Fire magick, a flaming whip and a make-shift pistol fires rocks using her own fire powers.
Outfit (Optional):
Theme Song (Optional):Death In Fire - Amon Amarth
And because this one is too good to resist…
Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys
Other: Ever since losing her family and joining the Casters, Calli has ruthlessly trained her powers to become as strong as she can be without her brother… but she is nothing in comparison to what she once was with him. She carries her brothers remains with her at all times to feel close to him still, hoping that one day she will be able to bring him back.

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Callida
Béatrix de la Croix
Lillith Adams
Kieran
Ailidh "Alma" Annstás
Levina
Adelaide
Maya Soto
Jareth "Jar" Wells
Therese and Jeanette Caper
Peridot Hayashi
Lady Mohowauuck
Jace O'Brian
Kaelen "Kiara" Kinley
Suriel Anne White
Loki "Low Key" Van Stenberg
Patricia "Tish" Webber
Nikolai "Niki" Zabrecky
Margaret Elizabeth Williams
Grace Ann Morris
Clayton Anthony Bennett
Ffiona "FiFi" Lewis
Asuka "Ravyn" Takahashi
Judah Lee Rothstein
Austin "Doctor Faze" Daley
Barbara "Barbie" Somerville
Evangeline "Eva" Claire
Silas "Silo" Owens
Kathryn "Rin" Zabrecky
Leonard "Lenny" Webber
Lucas "Luke" Piccoli
Abigail "Arsenal" Ross
Selena Paris Sterling
Marshall Frederick Radley
Trevor Odhran Wells
Rafael Xavier Pozo Mendez
Shiloh Betty Clay
Tilian James Ambrose
Takayuki "Taka" Yamada
Johnny Dixon Piccoli
Cael Lee Crawford
Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman
Dahlia Gianna Rothstein
Valerie Georgia Owens
Michael Anthony Joseph
Demitri Allan Reese
Chrysler Adrian Reyes
Zoey "Cherry Cola" Soda
Gareth Lewis
Liam Lewis
Elias James Lincoln
Eden Alyse Bell
Lena van der Meer

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

I have added my revamped Kiara character sheet to the character's tab. :3

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Kiara

| Kiara | 19 | 1^st Year | Pansexual | Female |

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| A P P E A R A N C E |

Kiara’s most striking feature is her mane of bright cherry red waves. Her pale ivory skin is surprisingly freckle-free, sloping into a tiny button nose and smooth jawline. The faerie’s eyes are a mirror-like gray by default and frequently change colors to reflect her emotions, though a simple glamour can cover that if she chooses. KiKi stands at a petite 5 foot 2 inches and is fairly thin; some might even describe her as skeletal. Despite her waifish, human-like frame, the faerie is inhumanly strong, and an aura of menace surrounds her. In her true form, Kiara has leathery multicolored wings, sharply pointed canines and incisors, and gargoyle-like skin full of cracks and fissures that reveal a faint orange glow within. Her hair also magickally floats above her shoulders, hovering as if she were underwater.

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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

Kiara isn’t your average Unseelie faerie and, although she feeds off of negative emotions in the usual way, she lives for celebration and revelry. Unless they are as troublesome as her, making friends has never been her strong suit. Finding lovers, however, has never been a difficult task. Kiara is strikingly attractive and worse yet, she knows that she is, using her looks to invoke both lust and envy - some of her favorite flavors! At a young 19 years, Kiki is but a child in terms of the average faerie lifespan. Although she hasn't physically matured much past this age of 18, and she won't appear aged for a long, long time.

Kiki has a lot to learn about both herself and the faerie world. She came to this school from Faerún - her home realm - in order to learn how to control her powers and better conceal herself using glamour. Currently, the use of glamour doesn’t come quite so easily, and her eyes will suddenly change color, or her wings will sprout out without her willing it. Once she learns to control her magicks completely, Kiki hopes to travel to the human realm to cause mischief and mayhem alongside some of her old friends from the Unseelie Court.

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| H O B B I E S |

~ Practicing elaborate make-up designs on herself and others ~
~ Painting, drawing, and most other fine arts ~
~ Studying herbology and potion-making with the witches ~

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| M I S C |

Kiara can fly, but is not very gracefully yet. The stoney faerie was born to a particularly powerful set of parents, her father being the grandson of Moriganne herself and her mother being a Seelie warrior who turned Solitary after falling for Cynbel. Kiara’s father, Cynbel, leads the Unseelie Army as Commander. Edana, Kiara’s mother, died giving birth to her first and only child - a common fate for the Unseelie mothers, as giving life goes against the Dark Court’s deadly nature. Cynbel was devastated by the loss of his mate and, because of this, his relationship with his daughter was distant and cold as he immersed himself in his passion for war and duties as the Commander, leaving Kiara to be raised by nobel guardians. As the youngest Unseelie Princess, and third in line for the throne, Kiara has some innate dark powers that she has yet to discover.

Familiar: Persephone

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CLOSED.

Location: Jareth’s House → Beverly Hills High
Interaction With: Ari ^@Foxygen
Time: 10:00 PM - 8:15 AM

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The glaring brightness of a laptop screen illuminated Jareth’s face as he watched a YouTube video on steel drums. He sent a quick text to Jessie, thinking maybe it would be fun to try to incorporate such a unique sound in one of their songs. Jar tossed the phone aside and scrolled up on the page to click the next time-eating website. His fingers paused over the favorited link to Jade’s webcam show. And then, because he was a fucking idiot, he actually clicked it. It wasn’t live, but there was still the most recent video... and the subsequent comments section. The combination of her velvety voice and the lewd comments from strangers caused Jareth’s temperature to rise and red to creep up from his neck to his cheeks.

Jar slapped the laptop closed with a violent clack and whipped it away. His fists balled up and he stood up quickly, throwing a hard punch into the wall. Yet another stupid move, as that only served to painfully split his middle knuckle. ”Fuck!” he hissed and shook out the injured hand. Sighing, he ran his other hand through his hair and over his face, settling it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Jade and Jareth had an exclusive summer fling that had ended just a few weeks ago. As toxic as they were as a couple, getting dumped by her felt a lot like getting kicked in the teeth. Being summer vacation, he knew that the loss of her wasn’t stinging as bad as it could be. Currently, he didn’t have to see her every day, but tomorrow marked the first day of senior year at Beverly Hills High, and she sure as shit would be sashaying that sexy ass of hers down the halls in some stunner get-up.

Groaning, Jareth stuffed the confusing emotions down the best way he knew how by fetching his stash. After gathering a flask, his lighter, and rolling up a joint, Jar grabbed his iPod and cell phone and headed out onto the balcony attached to his room. The view from the balcony was nice, but it wasn’t his favorite spot. Jareth turned and gripped the edge of the rain gutter and hiked his lithe frame up onto the roof. Once situated away from prying eyes and the world in general, Jar took a swig of his pilfered whiskey and turned his iPod volume up, threatening premature hearing loss. Laying back, Jareth lit up and filled his lungs before exhaling a cloud of pot smoke into his view of the starry night sky.

Between the buzz and the screaming music, Jareth nearly forgot all about that gorgeous bitch he would have to face tomorrow. In all of this forced forgetting, Jar also lost track of time and passed out on the roof above his bedroom. It was a relatively comfortable night for August in California, so his sleep went on uninterrupted; That is until the jarring vibrations in his pocket jolted him awake.

Jar squinted his eyes at the rising sun and tried to get his bearings. Was he... on his roof? Did he sleep here all night? Jareth retrieved the phone and opened the two new messages.

"JARETH IF YOU MISS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ILL KILL U"
“Also, can I get a ride?”

Jareth chuckled at the phone screen and typed up a reply to Ari.

“Christ, it’s 6 AM, dude… yeah, I’ll pick you up in like an hour and a half.”

There was a gruesome vertebral crack as Jareth stood up and stretched. Sleepily, he half-fell, half-climbed down to his balcony and back into his room. The first order of business was to take care of the three S’s. After he was thoroughly cleaned up, it was on to the daunting task of achieving perfect hair. Blow drying it left him with a poofy mop of curls that he had to spend over a half hour straightening into submission. Once finished, he had the coveted, touchably soft JRock hair - not that he ever let anyone touch it… well, some girls could, and Ari always tried to. Jar then lined his lower lashes with black and dressed in painted on dark skinnies and a equally tight black My Chemical Romance shirt that looked like a Ouija board.

Jareth made some toast to settle his angry stomach and loaded himself and his black and white checkered, pin-and-patch-covered backpack into Old Faithful. He made a silent wish that the 1993 black Volvo 240 wagon would actually start when he turned the key. It did, and Jar sighed his relief before speeding off to pick up Adassi.

Surprisingly, it looked like Ari actually showered this morning. Jar had never met someone so set on what he called the “true grunge” lifestyle. He was smiling too, which meant that his meds were probably working and he was soon to start chattering away incessantly. Jareth didn’t mind though, he could use the distraction.

“Mornin’ Sunshine!” Jar said in a sing-song tease and put the car in drive once Ari closed the door. Jar parked in one of the faraway spots of the senior parking lot, not wanting to be next to some A-lister's shiny sports car and be blamed for when it inevitably gets a scrape or dent. The black-clad duo strode in for their first day back at the shit hole. They were forced to attend some stupid assembly that Jareth ignored in favor of browsing on his phone and chatting with his people. After that, there was an Activity Fair in the stadium. Because it wasn’t a class, and there wasn’t much better to do, Jareth went. Clubs and activities never really drew Jareth’s interest, but something there did catch his eye. The Music Club was passing out flyers for this Fall’s 1st Annual Battle of the Bands.

Jareth jabbed his elbow into Ari’s ribs to get his attention. ”Hey, check this out! We should sign CrimSon up.” he gestured to the flyer and then passed it to him. Jar’s eyes scanned the crowds quickly and then looked back down. So far so good, no painful trips down memory lane yet. The day was young, though...

CLOSED.

@HushedWhispers

Praise you for accidentally posting in the characters tab. Now the link is no longer broken... That's almost more exciting than your announcement. Almost. 😂😂😂