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Name: Tord Wolfheart
Age: 18 ? how old is sasuke-
Gender : Male (cis)
Looks : eh, you know what he looks like
Personality : it’s all over the place really -
Abilities or powers : He doesn’t really have any that he knows of
Weaknesses : anything scary, injuries, easily manipulated
Sexuality : Homosexual
Any crushes or maybe lover you have : mmmmmSasuke
Role : Senior/student
Other : Nada
Questions : Nope

Name: Cayden Travers
Age : 16
Gender : Male (cis)
Looks : close enough
Personality : tbrp
Abilities or powers : he’s pretty good when it comes to the arts (singing and painting) but other then that, he’s your average no-power guy (right now anyways)
Weaknesses : Has a fear of drowning and/or water that goes too deep, he’s also not exactly the best at sports, and is terrified of the dark
Sexuality : Homosexual
Any crushes or maybe lover you have : MmmHades
Role : Student
Other : Nada
Questions : non

Tord was basically trying to work with a few props that were on the smaller side, poking his nail into the opening of a bag of reasonably realistic looking spiders. He wasn’t exactly one for scary things, but he was reasonable at decorating. Pushing his sleeves down, he stared at the small hole he had made in the plastic. Why a haunted house? He didn’t understand. Sure, it was a popular thing to do, but still... He sighed, hearing a hubbub in a nearby room. He was tempted to see if there was a problem, but he told himself it was a bunch of students pushing whatever on to whatever. Staring at the fake spider, he sighed. Was this even going to help? He guessed he would just wait and see, starting to mess around with the plastic bag, trying to see if it would fit over his head so it could suffocate him.

Cayden had been eavesdropping on the conversations betweeen Naruto And Sasuke, trying to understand what was being negotiated there. Once Sasuke came out, he backed away, watching the others from a distance. He hadn’t exactly wanted to help with the haunted house, but he supposed he had to if he actually wanted to gain a few friends. Being average, compared to the others, he wasn’t exactly one who stood out, Hell, a pebble probably had more abilities then he did. Helping never hurt, even if he was going to be stuck in a house, in the dark, with scary things all around him. Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the doorframe, unsure of whether to leave or stay and suffer in confusion and quite possibly get in trouble.