"Hurry up, Jay! I wanna play all the games~!" a vibrant and cute genderbent Naruto Uzumaki stumbled into the arcade, a huge grin on her face. However, by the looks of it, she was already drunk.
Enter Erika Young, newly employed Psychiatrist and Julius' best friend. She was also the only person in the world that called him Jay. Staggering in behind her and carrying two plastic bags full of hard liquor, the man was dressed as a much more brawny Minato Namikaze, Naruto's father. The idea for them to go as anime characters was entirely his since he'd been a huge fan of Naruto in college. Even his team mates on the college basketball team loved the show. Sighing as they entered, he regretted daring Erika to take five shots of bourbon before they left his house. She loathed dark liquor, so he had expected her to give up after the first shot! But nope. The lady, who stood about 5'3" and weighed 110lbs, downed those shots like a champ. Of course, she'd gotten all wired, and now they were a smidge late to the party. Thinking about it, he remembered Erika became especially bitey when she was intoxicated, so he feared the worst for his friends. Hopefully it didn't come to that though...
"Hello, everybody~! I am Erika and I will be your personal ninjutsu master today!" the adorable woman cried, dangerously punching the air in front of her. However, when she saw a certain vampire in the room, she let out a squeak and immediately turned to Julius. "IS THAT ZAC?! The Zac you always talk about?! Ooo hoo! Me likey!" From her words, it was hard to tell if Julius and her were a thing, if they had some kind of open relationship, or what... Before he could even reply though, "Naruto" was off dashing towards the vampire with reckless abandon.
1... 2... 3.
Yep, just as he thought. It took exactly 3 seconds for Erika trip over herself and barrel right into the man. He'd known her long enough to know that she was a hazard in an inebriated state. Chuckling, his eyes, seemingly blue from the contacts he wore, took a look around the room. Alver, Micah and someone he didn't know conversed, Niles and his posse milled about, while Zac and two pirates dealt with Erika's shenanigans. Julius mentally noted the variety of costumes, especially smirking at Micah's wedding dress. Cute. From what he could tell, he guessed everyone was having a good time so far. At least, everybody better have been having a good time. He'd spent too much money on Zac's ideal party since his friend was too broke to rent all this stuff himself...
Placing the two big bags of alcohol on a nearby table, the "4th Hokage" turned around to alert everybody to its presence. "Hey, I'm Julius. I brought some liquor for mixed drinks since they only serve beer here, so dig in! Also thanks to everybody that showed up! Let's get this party started!" he boomed, flashing a hand over the selection. The stuff he had brought was definitely not cheap and was some of the highest quality alcohol you could get in stores. While the muscular man showed off the goods, he could have swore he saw the scantily glad lady next to Niles glare at him. Maybe he was mistaken though?
It was definitely strange seeing all of his childhood friends in one place again, yet... They were still missing one last person, weren't they?
Name: Raphael Horace Carini AKA "L" Gender: Male Age: 17
L looks like your typical, high school emo kid: dark hair, grey eyes, and pale skin accentuated by black clothing, black make-up, black... everything; just like his soul. He stands at 5'11" and weighs a concerning 118lbs with little to no muscle mass adorning his body. His features are very gaunt and he very well could be mistaken for a walking corpse.
Personality: Raphael is as his appearance dictates: a person who is enamored with brooding morbidity. As a fledgling poet and singer, his poetry and lyrical content reflects humanity's chaos, pain, and suffering. Despite this obsession he has with the dark and profane, he is a very chill person, values the opinions of everyone, and is always game for anything. However, L is known for being in detention often, considering he is almost always tardy, rejects the uniform policy, and constantly protests "the System". He is quite bright though, somehow typically obtaining an A/B average. Likes:
Poetry
Singing and underground music
Dark and morbid subjects
Experimentation
Protesting
Being open-minded to all possibilities
Dislikes:
Pop music
Narrow mindedness
Stagnation
Uptight people
Authority
Inhumanity
Sexuality: "It's like... it doesn't even matter, man." (Pansexual/Omnisexual)
Bio: Unlike what he would have you believe, L has lived an absolutely typical middle class life. His parents are from Milan, Italy and they currently run a successful Italian restaurant in town. He grew up the eldest of two children, his sister being exactly two years younger than him (Yes, they have the same birthday!), and he was always known as the "weird" kid through elementary school, middle school, and now in high school. Despite that, he wasn't an outcast and has changed very little from his younger days. In fact, he is well liked by most since he causes little drama between classmates but always makes teachers want to pull their hair out.
Extra: He is quite involved in school politics and other extracurricular activities. Currently, L is the president of the small Poetry Club. He practices all forms of poetry, but particularly likes slam poetry.
Singing-wise, Raphael is surprisingly good and possess a wide range. However, he tends to prefer death growls/screaming when making his own music. While he can not play an instrument to save his life, he does make experimental electronic music on his mid-line laptop.
If he is not doing either of those two things in his spare time, then he is usually socializing, dabbling in something new, or protesting "the System".
Raphael Carini
M E L A N I E . T I M E R E Relationship: Friend "I like you. You remind me of a slaughtered lamb. No voice, no sound, just stillness."
B E R Y L . C A N T R E L L Relationship: Friend "You're as white as a murderous poltergeist and... uh... I'm not sure if you're a dude or a chick. I dig the parasol though."
D A R I A N . G R E E N Relationship: Love Interest "Your heart is almost as black as mine, and that's what really excites the void inside me."
A L E X . H I L L Relationship: Friend "Your stoicism reminds me of... a crematorium. Outside seems so stony and foreboding, but inside, it's not so bad. It's just where bodies go to burn."
G E N E V I E V E . Y O U N G Relationship: Friend "Jenny, your cooking makes my soul a little less bleak. Oh yeah, thanks for coming to the Open Mic nights. That's p cool."
L E N A . W I L L I A M S Relationship: Friend "You beat the System with two bloody hands then fuck them while they lay dying. Awesome."
K I Y O S H I . I T S U G A Y A Relationship: Best Friend "You're so chill, man. It's like I can tell you all about the tragedy in the world and you'll listen to me without a complaint."
E L I Z A B E T H . K A I N E S T R O M Relationship: Love Interest "Between you and Darian, I'm not sure whose darkness overwhelms me more. It's like I'm always on a knife's edge, slitting my throat over and over again about you two. Brutal."
R A P H A E L . C A R I N I Relationship: Best Friend "You have to love your own despair before you can love anybody else's."