//Wyborn “Wybie” Lovat is African-American. Wybie has coarse, curly, dark brown hair that occasionally has fall leaves and a few branches on it. He also has hazel eyes and a tanned, dark complexion as mentioned before. His posture is horrid; he has a noticeable slouch that causes it to seem as though he is always looking upward. Large, expressive eyes darted nervously, paired with a long face, pointy chin, and small nose. His posture is so bad in response to sounds around him Wybie tilts his head to the side, giving the impression that he is constantly in a state of being startled, since most people do not react with so much motion to common sounds. His oversized, weathered motorcycle jacket—complete with a faded skeleton helmet—paired with always dirty with mud, baggy jeans he rolled the pant legs up slightly and black skeleton gloves. Altogether, he gave off a quirky, jittery, almost creepy vibe at first glance, but there was something endearing in his shy, harmless demeanor. He also talks A LOT. he has a cat named Vermin, a wild, feral, black cat who is a stray but hangs around him for food and brings wybie dead things//

Coraline, 14, and new to the neighborhood and settling into the Pink Palace, decided to step outside and look around. The air was still until she heard a twig snap behind her. She turned sharply, spotting a boy half-hidden behind a bush.

Wybie froze, realizing he had been noticed, before awkwardly stepping out into the open. “Uh, my name is Wybie,” he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers and offering a quick, uncertain smile. As Coraline studied him, she noticed a black cat weaving around his legs, brushing against him like an old companion.