Name: Shinji Narukami
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Info On Character: Shinji is new to the town, having just moved to the town with his father after some complications back where they used to live. He grew up with his parents from a young age in that old city, before his mother passed due to odd circumstances. She was from Ravenwood, and his father thought it would be a good idea for him to know part of his heritage. He has a strange and yet unknown connection with the town that has yet to manifest and grow. He carries with him an amulet his mother gave him around his neck. It looks like a celtic woven circle with a deep purple gem in the center.
The door of the truck slammed shut, causing a sigh to come from a tall man standing near the door of the house. A sign in the yard that had said 'for sale' but now a 'sold' sticker was placed over it. The man had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he was a bit scruffy having not shaven in a few days but it made him look rugged as his wife used to say. "Give it time, you'll learn to like it here" he said to the young male, the cause of the door slam. Looking up at him, the male sighed shaking his head to his father. "I don't even want to be here" he says. His father stepped down the steps of the home, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Please....for me...for us Shinji" he said. Shinji sighed, placing his hands in his coat pockets. His father smiled, giving him a bit of a nudge, "go take a look around...you might like it." He turned to go back inside. His son rolling his eyes, he took a slight look around the small neighborhood where his new home was siuated.
"Suuuure" he said to no one, before turning down the street. He knew the town by name, Ravenwood. It was where his mother had been born, where she had lived before. She had not said much about it when she was around, nor had she ever wanted to visit. His father had thought though now would be a good time to visit and get in touch with his lineage. Shinji shook his head once more, turning to go out of the little neighborhood. He could smell the lake air from here, the sky was also overcast as he heard was typical here in ravenwood. The scent was crisp and clear. His father had thought it would be good and refreshing for him as well. He walked along, a few people glancing at him as he did. It was kind of creepy, glancing at them they would look away. A few said hi and welcomed him, as if they knew he was new. Odd indeed, he noticed a small reasturant, heading inside and to a table picking up a menu.