( You know those random people who just kind of stand around in the backgrounds at parties, and nobody really seems to know them or why they're even there? Very much NPC Energy?

That's Peter.

He wasn't a part of the Leviathan Ordeal. He doesn't know most anyone here. He doesn't even know Paul (....though, unbeknownst to Peter, he actually encountered the birthday boy back in December, Corrupted out of his mind and attacking the poor guy from his demonic perch atop some bookshelves in the Archives. ....Which makes his presence here kind of awkward, probably.)

And Peter's not normally one to attend parties, anyway. His severe shyness, anxiety, and introversion are one reason for that; his,,,,,, extreme fucking demonic possession is another, but there's also the fact that a party was where his life changed forever, back home. Where he stopped being Peter Graham and became The Guy Who Killed His Little Sister. And even now, three years (or is it a lifetime?) later, Peter has to take a few moments before he can even walk through the door, and he's fighting the slick sensation of nausea in his throat. There's something almost ironic about the fact this place is filled with literal skeletons.

Through the evening, Peter can be found a variety of places. A common one is standing off to the side, looking awkward. Six feet tall, hair a mess of black curls, eyes rimmed in dark circles, wearing a perpetual frown, he might seem a little foreboding, but if approached, he'll offer a shy little smile and a wave. Who the fuck is he?? You probably don't know him. Why is he here?

Or, he'll offer you drugs. Because that is why he's here, to bring the birthday boy and his friends some marijuana. That's what he agreed to on the network post made by the boy who talked about humans like he wasn't one, and as the city's resident Tragedy Stoner™, Peter will fulfill that promise. You better believe he came prepared. He has a few different fun things to offer in his shoulder bag (he brought some bongs, guys) but first he'll just awkwardly, from the shadows, let you know why he's here.

Or maybe he approaches and asks you if you've seen a girl with antlers. (If you have spotted Luna Lovegood at some point in the evening, you'll have noticed that not only does she have little antlers starting to grow from her head, but she's also quite pale and sickly-looking, her pupil-less eyes having an almost iridescent shimmer. Is she... okay? He seems fretful to be apart from her.)

Or, maybe you encounter Peter staring at a nearby skeleton with an intensity that's almost.... not quite human. His head is tilted a little too far to one side, birdlike. It looks uncomfortable. His eyes are strained wide, somehow too full; something glitters there underneath the dark pools. Those with any sort of awareness to the supernatural or energies (....or anyone who's had a bit too much Spice) might be able to detect the presence of something Ancient and Other, something impossibly bright. Something flickering with a curious fixation. This thing knows what it is to raise the dead, only in the process of being stripped of itself, it's forgotten exactly how to do it. .....But it watches now, observing and absorbing, so close to the surface of Peter's skin that it's peeking right out of it — and it will continue to stare, unblinking and unmoving, until interrupted. )