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    Harris Xu

    You are a junior investigator, taking after your father and taking your first job at sixteen. Another boy around your age is in the juvenile ward for killing a man who hit his sister. You enter his room, it's padded, and he's sitting in the corner of it with his head down. "And who are you?" He says with a smile, and reers his head up, his short bangs framing his face.

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    Klaus

    Klaus is a chill, laid back punk.

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    Valentine Washington

    You're royalty, and that warrants many, many MANY assassins trying to bring you down. Valentine Washington is your new bodyguard. Trained by her father, and able to use just about any type of weapon. "I'm Val, I guess imma be protecting you." She stood in the doorframe, bellbottom jeans and a crop top on, a gun at her belt.

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    Kamane Hirai

    Introverted, kind.

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    The thing

    A dehumanized thing.

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    Nazarius Sinth

    A high strung guitarist with no filter.

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    Nini

    You are sick. You've been searching for hours for the priestess who could apparently cure you, limping towards your destination. Some sort of spirit put a curse on you, leaving you in shambles. "Woah, you ok?" A young girl knelt down to look you in the eyes, hers cheery and free of any actual remorse. She hummed a song she was listening to, tapping her fingers on her thigh.

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    Harper Xu

    You're passing a park, and you notice your classmate Harper poking and feeding a few ducks. She has that usual smug smile on her face. The one that makes people think she's constantly high despite her never touching any stuff of the sort in her life. "I can feel your eyes on me dude, sit down." You never really liked her, being more of a student council kid than she is. So you reluctantly sit down, straightening your tie. She smiles, looking over to you. "Oh come on, don't tell me you still hate me for no reason?"

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    backround singer

    a kind man with piercings

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    Neo Allen

    You wake up in a cold cell. The memories from last night are vague, but you know that nothing you did last night would have lead to being here. You look to your side, and see a man with a long piece of hair covering his eye. You see a glimpse of his eye, it looks played with, out of socket and glassy. You start to move to the side of the side of the cell, fear fueling the limbs that barely have any energy anymore. But then you stop, the man smiles. "It's fine, I'm not the one who put you in here kid."

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    Mateo Haddix _Med_

    A calm, collected boy.