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Location | In-N-Out Burger
Interacting with | The Gearheads || @Hoekage @CosmicComet @TootsiePop @GhostMami @BleedingLover @Plank Sinatra
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He was a liar.

That’s what Matt realized as he sat on the hood of his BMW, observing his cigarette like it was a stick of incense. In the past months he had only lied more. It started in autumn with the white lies. The little things you tell people for their own good. Then there were the silences he kept. Lies for the greater good. For friendship. Then there were his lies of omissions. He never told a soul just how shit he felt the last month. He just smiled and said he didn’t feel so good and that he ate something wrong. But there was always a smile so nobody dug deeper. He didn’t want them to dig deeper. Everyone had their own stuff to work through. Though recently he graduated to full-on, blatant lies. The one he sold AJ a week ago about why he couldn’t be at the party. He told him he had to be at some factory rave last night, tying up some loose ends.

All because he didn’t want to see her. Avoiding things had been his strong suit. Matt didn’t want any conflict or awkwardness. It made his life difficult. If he couldn’t solve the problem with a pill it wasn’t worth engaging. Of course, that always comes around. Even now he wasn’t sure if she was going to join them. He touched the phone in his pocket. At any point, he could call Matt and ask. That would raise suspicion though so that was out of the question. On the other hand he could just call and say he’s out. Take away the uncertainty of it all. No, he wanted to be on this trip. He needed to be on this trip.

So there was only one thing to do. As his cigarette burned down he tossed it away and said his goodbyes to the wonderful LA beaches. Minutes later he was tearing out of the parking lot and headed for the In-n-Out they’d all meet at. Of course, he had Gwen on the radio. What else would a literal former student of BHHS do at the end of the year? He smiled as she mentioned the Gearhead trip. Finally, the head gossiper heard about it. Then she said something about a Misfit trip too. Now that was an odd thing. Oh well, there was nothing to worry about. The gearheads would tear off into the sunset before the misfits left LA. The very thought summoned a bright smile as he enjoyed his trip.

It took him half an hour to reach the In-n-Out. He was late but that was his style. As he drove up the parking lot he downshifted a gear too low for what most would use and pushed the gas. His engine roared for a moment. Heralding his arrival before he quickly parked his car. Once he got out and while he lit a new cigarette he was quick to notice just how late he was. Almost every ride of the Gearheads was present.

“This is going to be good!” He exclaimed as he approached the group though he remained standing. Then he saw everyone eating, out ordering or stealing food from another. Damn, AJ had lettuce stuck in his teeth. “I’m MIA for one party and suddenly you all start acting out?” He said with a teasing smile before he took another drag of his cig.

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GEARHEAD Matt

Matt Brown

18 • Male • Heterosexual

(FC: Ansel Elgort; Dialogue: F7941D)
♫ It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin
That's when he had that certain light inside his head
For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink ♫

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► reputation

Matt is often described as your stereotypical jock for better or worse. Like all jocks he plays football. In fact he’s pretty good at slipping through the defenses and run like hell. But don’t be mistaken. On the field he might not tackle anyone but he’s known to get in a fight from time to time. Though they’re never so bad that he can’t walk the next day. Besides, he’s of the opinion that a big bruise suits him. Fighting isn’t the only thing he does though. Rumor has it that he got a go with every single cheerleader in the squad. It’s no secret that he goes around. You’d think that with all that on his plate he wouldn’t have time for anything else. That’s where you’re wrong. You see Matt has a nasty habit to tease almost everyone. Sadly if people react in a sensitive way to his teasing they become a target for things more teasing. Until it spills out into outright bullying. Matt doesn’t really know the difference nor does he car. He’s smart enough to stay off teachers their radar though. So he has never been caught. His private life is as busy as his school life. On Fridays and Saturdays you can find Matt at street racer parties. No doubt that’s where he gets his stuff from to deal. If he isn’t at some party he’ll be at his own little chop shop. It’s a small thing, sure. But any fledgling street racer in LA will have visited him at least once.

His friends aren’t entirely excluded from the teasing but he’s far from heartless towards them. Most of the time he just wants to have a fun time. Still when things get serious Matt rises up to the challenging. In a fight he’ll have your back. When there’s trouble Matt will help you. No matter what issues you’re dealing with. He might not always be the most soft spoken person but he means well.

► Noteworthy appearance traits

Matt is not Matt without his leather jacket or his earbuds. Other than that he looks quite average.

► Ride

BMW 8 Series Cabriolet.

► Current dilemma

Matt got accepted in both MIT and Hardvard Business school. At MIT he’d be able to pick up Mechanical Engineering. So in the future he could help design and manufacture high end cars. While his father would want him to step into the financial business like him. The problem is that in his head both paths have the same amount of pros and cons. His parents have been pushing him to make a decision. In fact he promised he’d make one during the summer but as June approached the doubt only grew. So when the Gearhead road trip was announced he jumped onboard immediately. Though he did promise his parents he’d make up his mind on the trip.

► warning

In March of 2020 something terrible happened to a girl named Naomi at one of the famous BHHS parties. Details remain rather vague on what exactly happened as police investigation is still underway. He avoids that subject in every way possible.

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► quirks

• Matt often smokes, to see how anxious he is just see how fast he smokes. The faster he burns them the more stressed he is.
• Often mumbles lyrics of songs even if there’s no music
• He dodges cameras as a game

► hobbies

• Tweaking Cars
• Reading (Even his friends are sometimes surprised that he reads in his free time)
• Fighting (Mostly boxing and some MMA though he doesn’t do it competitively)
• Dealing
• Teasing people

► dreams

Mat wants to make something of himself. He wants to be known for something but he doesn’t exactly know what yet.

► fears

There are obvious fears for him. Failure and accidents. He brushed close to both in the past. While he these fears are quite superficial does not mean that he thinks they are in any way cheaper.

_{But deep down he fears jail now more than ever.}

► likes/dislikes

✔ The Night _{“Between midnight and five the world is yours alone”}
✔ Parties _{of the beach and street racer variety}
✔ Sunrise at some picturesque location _{Preferably after a good night out and with a beer in hand}
✖ 'Holier than thou'-types _{"Live a little would you"}
✖ Vegan dishes _{He has nothing against veganism but he needs meat}
✖ Winter _{"It's just all bad"}

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► occupation

Officially Unemployed

► family

• Lana Farweight - His mother. The Farweight family are no strangers to high society. Though they are mostly known in New York. Lana decided to move to LA where she was quickly picked up as a model for several high-end fashion brands that wanted to associate themselves with NYC socialites. These days she works for several non-profit organizations.
• Paul Brown - His father. Coastal cities like LA are filled with reach families. Though the art of finance is generally perceived as a dull one. So they hire people like Paul to manage their money. Paul's office handles the monetary needs of the west coast.

► brief history

When Lana and Paul married and had Matthias there was absolutely no indication that he’d be a gearhead. He grew up to be the child they’d expect him to be. Fairly popular but still does well in school. Everything looked like he would follow in his father’s footsteps. Until that one faithful summer where he stayed at his uncle for two weeks. When he came back he was a changed kid. Matt became far more free-spirited. A year later he snuck out to go to a party, a street racer one. He was sold the moment he arrived and heard the choir of engines.

After that, he had found his passion. He got his license as soon as possible and his father saw himself somewhat obligated to give Matt his own first car. For a year he joined several street racers though he quickly realized he was more interested in the engines under the hood than the races themselves. Through research and a lot of trail and error he refined his own skills. Of course, at the parties he picked up more than his love for engines.

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► extra information

A big juicy steak

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Not entirely finished, needs some refining but the big lines are there.

GEARHEAD Matt

Matt Brown

18 • Male • Heterosexual

(FC: Ansel Elgort; Dialogue: F7941D)
♫ It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin
That's when he had that certain light inside his head
For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink ♫

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► reputation

Matt is often described as your stereotypical jock for better or worse. Like all jocks he plays football. In fact he’s pretty good at slipping through the defenses and run like hell. But don’t be mistaken. On the field he might not tackle anyone but he’s known to get in a fight from time to time. Though they’re never so bad that he can’t walk the next day. Besides, he’s of the opinion that a big bruise suits him. Fighting isn’t the only thing he does though. Rumor has it that he got a go with every single cheerleader in the squad. It’s no secret that he goes around. You’d think that with all that on his plate he wouldn’t have time for anything else. That’s where you’re wrong. You see Matt has a nasty habit to tease almost everyone. Sadly if people react in a sensitive way to his teasing they become a target for things more teasing. Until it spills out into outright bullying. Matt doesn’t really know the difference nor does he car. He’s smart enough to stay off teachers their radar though. So he has never been caught. His private life is as busy as his school life. On Fridays and Saturdays you can find Matt at street racer parties. No doubt that’s where he gets his stuff from to deal. If he isn’t at some party he’ll be at his own little chop shop. It’s a small thing, sure. But any fledgling street racer in LA will have visited him at least once.

His friends aren’t entirely excluded from the teasing but he’s far from heartless towards them. Most of the time he just wants to have a fun time. Still when things get serious Matt rises up to the challenging. In a fight he’ll have your back. When there’s trouble Matt will help you. No matter what issues you’re dealing with. He might not always be the most soft spoken person but he means well.

► Noteworthy appearance traits

Matt is not Matt without his leather jacket or his earbuds. Other than that he looks quite average.

► Ride

BMW 8 Series Cabriolet.

► Current dilemma

Matt got accepted in both MIT and Hardvard Business school. At MIT he’d be able to pick up Mechanical Engineering. So in the future he could help design and manufacture high end cars. While his father would want him to step into the financial business like him. The problem is that in his head both paths have the same amount of pros and cons. His parents have been pushing him to make a decision. In fact he promised he’d make one during the summer but as June approached the doubt only grew. So when the Gearhead road trip was announced he jumped onboard immediately. Though he did promise his parents he’d make up his mind on the trip.

► warning

In March of 2020 something terrible happened to a girl named Naomi at one of the famous BHHS parties. Details remain rather vague on what exactly happened as police investigation is still underway. He avoids that subject in every way possible.

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► quirks

• Matt often smokes, to see how anxious he is just see how fast he smokes. The faster he burns them the more stressed he is.
• Often mumbles lyrics of songs even if there’s no music
• He dodges cameras as a game

► hobbies

• Tweaking Cars
• Reading (Even his friends are sometimes surprised that he reads in his free time)
• Fighting (Mostly boxing and some MMA though he doesn’t do it competitively)
• Dealing
• Teasing people

► dreams

Mat wants to make something of himself. He wants to be known for something but he doesn’t exactly know what yet.

► fears

There are obvious fears for him. Failure and accidents. He brushed close to both in the past. While he these fears are quite superficial does not mean that he thinks they are in any way cheaper.

_{But deep down he fears jail now more than ever.}

► likes/dislikes

✔ The Night _{“Between midnight and five the world is yours alone”}
✔ Parties _{of the beach and street racer variety}
✔ Sunrise at some picturesque location _{Preferably after a good night out and with a beer in hand}
✖ 'Holier than thou'-types _{"Live a little would you"}
✖ Vegan dishes _{He has nothing against veganism but he needs meat}
✖ Winter _{"It's just all bad"}

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► occupation

Officially Unemployed

► family

• Lana Farweight - His mother. The Farweight family are no strangers to high society. Though they are mostly known in New York. Lana decided to move to LA where she was quickly picked up as a model for several high-end fashion brands that wanted to associate themselves with NYC socialites. These days she works for several non-profit organizations.
• Paul Brown - His father. Coastal cities like LA are filled with reach families. Though the art of finance is generally perceived as a dull one. So they hire people like Paul to manage their money. Paul's office handles the monetary needs of the west coast.

► brief history

When Lana and Paul married and had Matthias there was absolutely no indication that he’d be a gearhead. He grew up to be the child they’d expect him to be. Fairly popular but still does well in school. Everything looked like he would follow in his father’s footsteps. Until that one faithful summer where he stayed at his uncle for two weeks. When he came back he was a changed kid. Matt became far more free-spirited. A year later he snuck out to go to a party, a street racer one. He was sold the moment he arrived and heard the choir of engines.

After that, he had found his passion. He got his license as soon as possible and his father saw himself somewhat obligated to give Matt his own first car. For a year he joined several street racers though he quickly realized he was more interested in the engines under the hood than the races themselves. Through research and a lot of trail and error he refined his own skills. Of course, at the parties he picked up more than his love for engines.

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► extra information

A big juicy steak

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I want to reserve: Color F7941D, Faceclaim: Ansel Elgort, a Gearhead mechanic.

Drive Like You Stole It: Summer Road Trip

I'm down for this. Would be playing a Gearhead.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Ryleth was approaching the clearing quickly. There was little time to spare. If Phagora arrived before he could finish his business his entire plan would collapse. The witch was powerful but utterly unguided. You couldn’t tell her not to do something. It was impossible. In fact it was the reason why a child had died. But Ryleth wasn’t about to play the blame game. In the end it was his presence that pushed the witches over the edge. Without him the raid would never have happened. So in a way, while he never hurt a child directly he most certainly held some of the blame. In a way, because of him Angela had died. Now he wouldn’t let six other witches perish. He touched the saddlebag next to him, to reassure himself that the phylacteries were all still there.

The Nightmare stopped at a ridge overlooking the clearing. No doubt the witch standing guard would have felt the dark creature's presence already. However now they would no doubt see it’s bright, unnatural red eyes within the darkness. Ryleth dismounted and took five phylacteries from another saddlebag. They were far less ornate as those he had taken out of the crate yet still bore intricate runes chiseled into the delicate crystal. He uncorked each one of the phials. With a howl the phantom sealed within was unleashed in the form of a pale, white cloud gas flying erratically above its vessel. When all five were uncorked the phantoms took a fleeting, humanoid shape. All of them bowed.

“I give you purpose once more.” Ryleth said. “But tonight is different. “But tonight is different. It isn’t a battle. It isn’t a raid. It isn’t a slaughter. For once we are to play the savior.” The ghosts rose and looked at each other confused. “Down in the clearing, there are witches. Some will run. You capture them, alive, at any cost.”

The five spirits bowed once more before they collapsed in a gaseous state and flew into various directions. Ryleth released a sigh. Now the hard part would begin. He knew his servants would fulfill their duty. But could he say the same thing? He fought that doubt as he collected the phylacteries of his servants and placed them within the saddlebags again but he left them uncorked this time. So the spirit could return if required.

Minutes later he arrived at the clearing and dismounted his Nightmare again. With saddlebag in hand, he walked up the present witches. “Leader.” He made a courteous but small bow towards the head witch of the Coven. “I’m afraid I’m the herald of ill winds.”

“Alexina wants you dead.” Ryleth said. “Now she has found a way to kill you. Penitence. Three other witches will be coming soon with the same task. All three of us are bound by blood. You cannot fight me nor them. You know that. I have a solution though.” He held up one of the special, empty phylacteries. “Your body dies but the soul lives on so it can be given another form. I cannot promise you will not suffer but you will live. This is my offer.” Ryleth placed the phylactery on the grass before them and then took a step backward.

But the Warlock was no fool. In the past minutes, before he came down the ridge he had been weaving wards around him to protect him from magic. Almost all attacks would have to break through his arcane shields. Giving him ample time to react. Despite wanting to save them he did not trust these witches. Even though he considered them friends he refused to lower his guard.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Ryleth was almost done with the ritual. Before him laid Angela’s corpse on an altar. The smell of incense hung thick in the crypt’s sanctuary. When he was done saying her last rites he closed the ancient, ever further depreciating tome that laid on the lectern. A twisted, light purple candle sitting on the stand lit up. Ethereal light formed like a thin film on the body, which then rose up from it.

“A final goodbye.” Ryleth said as Angela’s spirit formed before him.

She slowly observed the ethereal form. She tried to touch the ground but she passed straight through. “Let me have my revenge.” Her tone was threatening. As a witch’s spirit she might even be stronger than in her mortal form. Though it’s a fate few witches would truly embrace.

“No.” Ryleth said.

Angela screamed like an actual banshee as she flew through Ryleth towards the stairs behind him. Her spectral form exploded into dust as she hit an invisible barrier in the doorway. Ryleth slowly turned around to face her as she reformed again from the glowing dust. Once again she unleashed a banshee scream. “Unleash me!”

“No.” He repeated with the same, calm voice. “I have sworn an oath as crypt keeper. You know I have. You also know the fate of any Bloodrose Witch.”

“I have on time for phantasms and dark, shared dreams! Vengeance will be mine! Unleash me!” She howled again.

“Silence!” Ryleth’s voice echoed through the sanctuary and beyond. “This mortal world is no longer your concern. I will only ask you once. Are there any last wishes you want to be fulfilled?” It was a tradition. Not all witches had their belongs allocated. Death could come quickly to any witch.

“Murder the Queen!” She demanded.

Ryleth let out a deep sigh. Few witches were ready to die. Even fewer were ready to remain in the Bloodrose crypt. Yet all, with enough time, resigned to their fate. He had spoken with centuries old witches amid the tombs. All said the same. “It will get better.” Ryleth said a final goodbye, before he smothered the candle’s flame with two fingers. Angela’s ethereal form vanished. Behind him, skeletons picked up the wrapped up corpse. Two more took the heavy tomb stone that he had carved in the last hours. The stone was in the likeness of Angela. It would cover the coffin and seal itself shut.

Rather exhausted Ryleth fell into a chair. For the past hours he had been busy preparing Angela’s corpse to be interred in the labyrinthine crypt. Now he had nothing else to distract him.

After a few minutes of hoping he’d find another solution, he too resigned his fate and got up. His skeletons were already moving boxes around. Until one particular one was uncovered. There was nothing special about this box. It had been gathering dust for years now. However, Ryleth cracked it open with great reluctance. Inside were eight crystal flasks. Adorned with polished brass and bronze that remained untouched by time. Despite their master-crafted quality, there was no iron, gold or silver to find on them. When he saw them ancient memories boiled back up. Memories of better times and a kinder world. When Medusa ruled with her iron fist and actually cared about the castle and the coven. A queen that radiated power. It was in the height of those days that he made these flasks. Only they could he get his hands on all the power and resources to make such complicated phylacteries. He took six of them and then ordered the box to be sealed up again. He hoped he’d never need them. They were the last resort after all.

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The stable doors that led to the courtyard opened up. From the darkness of the stables, an unnaturally dark horse walked. Its fur was not just black. It looked almost as if any light that touched it was consumed. Its scarlet eyes were glowing and mist gathered at its hooves. It was a Nightmare ridden by Ryleth. The creature was no mere enchanted horse. It was a testament to a witch or warlocks strength and knowledge of Dark Magic. His steed slowly approached the gate where apparently quite a few witches were gathering at.

One caught his eye immediately. A naked woman with hair like molten rock. She wasn’t part of the coven. At least not yet. Ryleth kept his cold eyes on her for quite a bit longer. Trying to read and gauge her. Then he noticed Alexina. The sly queen was recruiting while she sends him to slaughter her opponents. How fitting for a leader. Maybe there was something Medusa had taught her. Still, it would not be enough to rectify years of incompetence. Speaking about incompetence: Taran. The joke of a warlock. A boy living in a made-up world. One Alexina now kept him in. For a moment he smiled. A question was answered. Then there was Usoa who apparently now really abandoned any form of morality or clothing. Ryleth did not forget her suggestion for his punishment.

He gave Alexina a small, curt nod as he passed the group. As he passed the gate he ushered the nightmare into a frenzied gallop into the woods. They vanished within moments in the darkness of the trees.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Sarah

“John it is.” A very disinterested Sarah responded. In the torchlight she observed the various sealed and unsealed crypts around her. They were old, very old. Some bones were gone but that was to be expected. In between the witches, the rats and the horrible conditions she couldn’t imagine the bodies to stay in one piece for longer than a generation. Still, something was off. Bones were missing but the remaining ones were smooth, polished. Where stone turned weathered and rough the bones remained in pristine conditions. It did not make her feel at peace. She had fought enough necromancers to know that these were their home turfs. So she especially had no time nor patience for the possible ramblings of a stranger, a child, a fool or a glory seeker.

Instead the ramblings of an almost-corpse pulled her out of her vigil. She stayed out of the antechamber until Dale threw his torch in it. The second she saw the pit she knew there would be trouble but not because she knew what it was. In fact she had no idea what would steal bones and make such a pit and it was exactly that which was worrying her. Whatever it was, it soon revealed itself to the group.

They needed to get out. Now. But apparently the party had another idea. John was giving some firearm to the princess. Something played up in Sarah. What if that thing blew up in her face? The poor girl. She wanted to go over there and take it away. It was much safer to just run. But Sarah shook the feeling off. This wasn’t a playground. There was no place here for little girls that need protection and Sarah would most certainly not play babysitter. Still, she felt like she needed to make her point clear: “If she hits me with that thing I will feed you your own guts!” She yelled across the room at John.

With the thing’s attention fixated on John, Sarah prepared to attack the bone demon. Skeletal constructs always had a sort of power source. A focal point within them. Inexperienced necromancers often used the ribcage to substitute it for a heart. More advanced ones would substitute it for a brain. This thing looked like it was made by someone with skill. So while she charged in an arch to get behind it, she looked all over the thing to find something different. Something glowing. The moving skull did elude her. Still, she was quick and was upon the demon as it got closer to John. Right before it could attack, Sarah swung her blade at the joint of one of its legs. If they could incapacitate it, maybe they could find the its source. Or so she thought.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Ryleth was seething. He could focus only on how to destroy Alexina. A head-on attack would be suicide. Poison might do it but he had no brewer’s gift. Besides, he didn’t need her dead necessarily. He needed her gone, banished or exiled. He needed someone to turn the coven on her. The only way he could achieve that was to stay the course he was on and hope the hunters were as stupid as he believed them to be. Worse, he needed to be more than just stupid. They had to be cruel as well. A witch would have to burn at the stake before the coven could ever turn against Alexina. His mind began to wander around. Who would be the proper sacrifice? They had to be completely expendable yet unconditionally loved. Only then would Alexina’s failure be taken seriously enough.

It was Ryleth’s state of mind that allowed Anghara to sneak up on him. She pushed herself against his back as she asked her questions. It was what he needed though. A distraction. From the stairs, he was heading towards two figures appeared from the darkness. Skeletons. He ignored Anghara entirely for a moment as he handed over the corpse to his minions. As quickly as they came, then went back down the stairs with the body.

Ryleth was not done with the teasing witch though. As he handed over the corpse he was quick to take Anghara’s hand that trailed the blood. The grip was firm and strong yet didn’t attempt to hurt her. With his other arm, he was quick to free himself and turned. Forcing Anghara to make a pirouette. After which he was quick to get close again. He put his free arm around her. The two faced each other now. Ryleth gave Anghara a sly smile. “Ever the tease.” He said as he led them both in a slow dance in the cold corridors. “But you know you can’t have a witch’s corpse.” He inched closer to her, narrowly missing her lips as he moved sideways. With his hot breath on her neck he whispered in her ear: “If you’re free tonight, I might just show you how naughty I really am.”

Academy of Noble Arms Reboot - With TheHangedMan's permission!

You got your one more. I'm down for this.