Act 1.

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{Seth}

My name's Seth Augustíz.

I'm 19 and in highschool.

I'm also known as Stein.

Which is the name given to me by someone in my past.

I have bloody orange eyes.

They turn a icy cold blue when I smell blood or get hungry.

It has been noted that I have many different eye colors.

I have long, black hair that drags on the floor.

I usually keep it in a messy ponytail with a big long bang over my left eye that annoys Blake.

Blake likes to do my hair, usually braiding it in one long fishtail braid or putting it up in a beautiful ponytail.

I have a black eye patch over my left eye with a big red x on it that usually appears when I'm in Beast Mode.

But I usually wear my glasses.

I have a Choker Chain Cameo Steampunk Victorian Style Black Necklace.

And a Choker cameo Steampunk Victorian Style white lace necklace 1 Piece that I like to switch up.

I'm 5'7

I work as a service dog.

I'm usually very quiet and observe more rather than speaking.

Some say I'm very eccentric yet erotic at the same time.

My personality depends on the person I'm with.

As my system, since I am, in a way, a machine, adapts to change.

I'm in class right now.

The bell's about to ring so class will be over soon.

Today's like any other day.

I sit in class taking notes all day, go get lunch, take more notes, then the bell rings and it's time to go home.

I'm said to be unapproachable.

Maybe they're right.

Because I have a very small tolerance for people.

And I get easily irritated.

The bell rings.

I close my note book, pick it up, and leave.

As I step foot into the hallway everyone gets quiet.

There's a huge crowd of people surrounding me.

Then, a girl walks up to me.

She has short brown hair.

Along with brown eyes.

She's wearing a short navy blue skirt and a tight white buttoned down shirt.

With a navy blue blazer.

She has on black shoes and white socks.

"Um... I love you Seth! And I was wondering if you'd take me?!!" She yells nervously.

I stand there for a moment.

Laughing.

I can see her getting ready to cry.

I give her a warm smile.

"I don't feel the same way about you. But if you really want to, stop by my place whenever you'd like." I say.

With that I make my way through the crowd and leave.

Shirotani meets me outside.

Shirotani Zantrov is my best friend.

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