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Post by malcolmknight on Mar 4, 2007 18:15:45 GMT -1
Full Name: Malcolm Knight Aliases: None Age: 39 Date of Birth: March 21st, 1966 Eye Color: Brown Hair: Brown Height: 6’1’’ Weight: 168lbs Place of Birth: Austin, Texas Siblings: Jack Knight Sr. (father- deceased) Lenore Knight (mother- deceased) Jack Knight Jr. (older brother- deceased) Pet Peeves: Stubbornness; second guesses; not following orders. Personality: In a nutshell, he’s a leader. He makes the order and he was raised like any hunter: to think for himself. However, that doesn’t keep him from being sarcastic and even immature at times. He’s confident and like most Knights, he wont back down from a fight unless he has to. Style: Anything fitting Status: Single Occupation: Supernatural Hunter. Special abilities: Skilled hunter. Known training: Martial arts, Krav Maga, US Military training (both hand to hand combat and weapon training), and Muay Thai. Life Background: -NOTE TO READER> IF YOU READ THIS, IT DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY MEAN YOUR CHARACTER KNOWS THIS INFORMATION- I was born from two hunters. My father was one of the many offspring from the Knight line and of course, was a hunter. Which meant when he had two sons, we were trained as hunters as well. Of course, we had a choice if we wanted to do this or not but when you’re a little boy, your father is your hero. Your leader. I grew up traveling with horses around Texas; my first weapon was a bullwhip and then went on to a 22 caliber at the age of 12. I grew up (of course, not doing anything as good as the rogue yet perfect son Jack Jr.) as a hunter and went through many courses of rigorous physical training with both my mother and father. Since they were both hunters, Jack and I need both of their approvals. I mean, I was still in school when Jack was getting some hardcore hunting done, which wasn’t that easy to watch, but he did our parents proud. However, did that stop Jack from running out of me when I was eight and he turned eight-teen? No. Apparently, watching me grow up wasn’t that important to him. Few years later, he got some stripper pregnant and had a little baby girl named Raquel. We fell out of touch after that… Mom had left while I was still growing up and Dad took care of me. You just cant lose that father-son hunting bond, can you? He kept training me, and as I grew up, I honestly didn’t know what to do. I loved hunting but that was no kind of life. Especially since there was no motive except pleasing my father. And that motive was dying fast. It just wasn’t trilling and I didn’t see the point. Jack might have, but I didn’t. And since I really wasn’t up on my grades (due to hunting) so I enrolled in the US army. “Impressive” was one of the first compliments I got when took the small craft weapons test considering that I already knew how to pick up a .45 and shoot a moving target. I moved up in the ranks, and during my travels with bases, I met a woman. Young, smart, beautiful, exotic… the whole thing. Her name was Mary Aleen and I was going to marry her. I was going to give up hunting, just so I can have a little normality and she would be safe. But some time along during the engagement, she was killed by a demon. I came to the conclusion that it wanted to kill me, but to get to me, it went through her. And that’s why I’m back in the family business. Appearance:
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 6, 2007 22:07:42 GMT -1
Full Name: Dean John Winchester Age: 26 Date of Birth: February 16th, 1979 Eye Color: Gray/green Hair: Light brown Height: 6'1'' Weight: 180lbs Place of Birth: Lawrence, Kansas Siblings: Winchester, John (father); Winchester, Mary (mother – deceased) Winchester, Samuel (brother Personality: Smart alec, cocky, honest. He basically will go against anybody and any challenge that crosses him. He can swoon any girl but when it comes down to a hunt, he is focused Style: jeans, a t-shirt and the leather jacket Status: Single Occupation: hunter Special abilities: Skilled weaponist and also knows martial arts Life Background: I was born from a pretty normal family; just me, my parents and a kid brother. When I was four years old, something tragic happened to my family and I. We had lost my mother. I barely remember her and Sam was just a baby but I remember that night. It was the only thing I grasped for so long since it was what started this all. My father, John, told us it had to do with the supernatural. Something killed my mother in a fire that night. And since then, we’ve been out to find it. Over the years, we just followed my father’s order and hunted. I was just being the good soldier like my father told me to. When I was around 26 years old, doing hunting jobs of my own, my dad and I were supposed to meet at our safe house again but he didn’t show. He was missing for a couple of weeks before I had to go find Sam at school and we both started hunting again, trying to follow my fahter’s trail. We finally did find him though. So we just progressed in hunting when finally we found out that the cause of my mother’s death was a demon. The yellow-eyed demon to be more specific. And along the way, we also found out that my brother is a psychic. And other than that, we really don’t know much more about the topic.
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Post by mickeyhavlin on Mar 7, 2007 22:45:54 GMT -1
Full Name: Miguel "Mickey" James Havlin Age: 24 Date of Birth: April 6th, 1983 Eye Color: Gray/green Hair: Light brown Height: 6'1'' Weight: 180lbs Place of Birth: Unknown Siblings: Kell (Brother)- Deceased, Evelyn (Adoptive mother) -Deceased, Father -Unknown. Personality: Quiet but liquor him up and you can't get him to shut up. Fairly polite to those he respects and to the others...well then sarcasm is a key factor. He generally keeps to himself and tends to keep out of everyones way unless provoked. He is a very caring person and shows compassion for those unable to defend themselves against attackers. Style: jeans, a shirt and a old leather jacket. Status: Single Occupation: hunter Special abilities: Is familiar with a large range of artillery and has been taking kick boxing since he was 10. He also knows Krav Maga, a form a street fighting. Life Background: When he was 5 he was abandoned by his mother and was passed through countless foster homes, by the time he was 14 he had been to over 35 and been hospitalized 4 times because of severe abuse. Finally Evelyn took him in and straightened him out. She encouraged his fighting lessons and supported him until she was killed in a car accident the day of his 19th birthday. He had been in foster homes with his older brother, Kell for most of the time but his big brother was killed in a drive by shooting when Mickey was 12. Hunting was more or less an accident. One night he was coming home drunk after sulking over his adoptive mother's death and was attacked by a werewolf. Luckily it was hit by a car and scampered away before anything could happen. The driver of the car? Spencer Everest. His ally, and teacher. She taught him about hunting and occasionally they would go on small hunts together. Spencer saved his life and he intends to return the favor. He's spent the last 3 years of his life helping his now deceased friend, Eric who owned a weaponry store just outside of South Dakota. He taught Mickey how to shoot and Mickey did jobs for him. Eric died after a year long struggle with lung cancer. [Just so you know, Mickey doesn't know anyone but Spencer. It's easier for me that way...yes I'm stupid and have a hard time reading the posts. I will RP with ANYONE, cause I'm such a loner, haha] Appearance: Car: 1969 Buick Riviera (I couldn't find the car in a Caramel color like I wanted but if you've seen the movie Crank, you know what I'm talking about.)
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Post by Roxanne Ryan on Mar 8, 2007 0:23:50 GMT -1
Full Name: Roxanne Ryan (goes by Roxy) Age: 26 Date of Birth: 7/27/1980 Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Height: 5'5" Weight: 130 Place of Birth: Rock Falls, Illinois Siblings: None Pet peves: Biting her nails, being a smartass when the time's not right Personality: Roxy is a bit of a smartass, but she's smart, and can sweet-talk her way out of any situation. Style: Just jeans, t-shirt, and her jean jacket Status: Single Occupation: Hunter Special abilities: Can just kick-ass Life Background: When Roxy was six, her mother died from something of the supernatural. Her dad was shocked and decided to get revenge on what killed her. He sent Roxy to live with her grandmother until she was fifteen. By then, her father came for her, and took her along on hunts. Roxy has learned the tricks of the trade, and still hunts today on her own. Appearance: Sophia Bush Her car: '67 Shelby Mustang GT
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Post by Leon Ashford on Mar 8, 2007 19:58:07 GMT -1
Full Name: Leon Charles Ashford Age: 31 Date of Birth: October 13th, 1945 Date of Death/Change: January 4th, 1975 Species: Werewolf/ Lycanthrope Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black Werewolf Coat: Black Height: 6’1” Weight: 180lbs Place of Birth: New Orleans, Louisiana Family: Charles Ashford (father, deceased) Ellen Ashford (mother, deceased) Elisabeth Ashford (younger sister, deceased) Michael Ashford (twin brother) Piercings: none Tattoos: Two half inverted pentagrams on both forearms Vehicle: none Pet peeves: Weakness Personality: Dark would be the easiest way to describe it. He learned how to dig out and control his feelings. So instead of being sincere, kind and gentle he was vengeful, proud and those who have felt his wrath didn’t live long enough to tell the tale. Style: Anything dark and fitting Status: Single- hunting Occupation: none Special abilities: Heightened strength, speed, agility, and all 5 senses. Unlike other werewolves, silver does not affect him. Life Background: I was born about 60 years ago in the beautiful town of New Orleans. Of course, with that I grew up knowing about hoodoo and the like. My mother even worked with a herb seller though Michael and I would always call her a “Witch Doctor” Either way, while growing up as the younger brother, I would always say I was the bad twin, and Michael was the good one. It seemed fitting as we grew up. Michael was the great white hope. We even went into the same career. Because of the times we grew up, we had both enrolled in the military and then once we were there, after doing our time, we went into different fields. It was odd. He actually went into law enforcement (he likes to play hero) and I went into chemical weaponry. While there, I had stumbled upon some werewolf DNA. The government doesn’t want anybody to know this, but they do have a hunch on the supernatural. Not so much of religion based but more of science and that’s why we were tampering with DNA, tuning it into a virus. I was doing research on the strand and just had to share this with my brother. Allowing him to come in, he was just as shocked as I was. But when we were both there, there was an outbreak in the virus, affecting us both. Afterwards, I had woken up slightly different. There was a splitting headache and at I found myself able to lift massive amounts of weight, run faster, and jump higher. And then, on my first full moon, it was apparent that the curse took full effect. I was hollowed out of every feeling except sins. I went to find my brother, to show him our new little trick but he seemed unaffected. Therefore, I realized this was only my curse. Therefore, I took control over my powers and at night, becoming the monster in the closet. Michael on the other hand? He was the quiet monster in the closet. He had a power. He was indestructible, like me, but still didn’t have the curse of the werewolf. In all honesty, I think it was his loss on that part considering I love my newfound glory. But, like I said, I was the bad twin. My family, they just praised Michael when finding out and he told me that they’d accept me as a werewolf. I knew it was bullcrap but I let them see it anyways. I let them see the real side of me and they did exactly what I thought they would. They resented me. One night, though, I guess the stress had gotten to me as well as my hatred for them. I had changed when there was no moon out. And while I was in my wolf form, I had killed them. All of them. All except Michael. As I progressed in my power, I had just gotten stronger. I was able to control my mutation like no other werewolf. And because of my werewolf DNA being pure, I was invincible against silver. Nothing can destroy me. Hell, after the incident, Michael has tried. Numerous hunters have tried and failed. Appearance:
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Post by Mitchell on Mar 19, 2007 0:14:12 GMT -1
Full Name: Mitchell David Vandeveen Age: 17 Date of Birth: Nov.5th 1989 Eye Color: brown Hair Color: brown Height: 5'11 Weight: 175 Place of Birth: Hoover, Alabama Siblings: Chrissy Vandeveen[older sister] Pet peves: When his older sister goes all motherly on him Personality: Smartass Hes a lot like Dean only slightly less Cocky Style: a longsleeve undershirt a old band teeshirt and ripped jeans Status: single but likes Brookelyne Fuller Occupation: Teenage Supernaturalist Special abilities: none Life Background: When he was little his mother was killed by the same demon that killed Sam and Deans mom. His father left him and his sister with there grandmother and began hunting. He met another Hunter named John Winchester and they hunted together for a while before they became partners. His dad picked him up from his grandmothers once he turned 2 and told him what he does for a living. He started to train him. When he was 15 sent to boarding school Appearance:
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Post by Vartan on Mar 19, 2007 19:25:36 GMT -1
Real name: Sloven Van Liechtenstein – “Vartan” Occupation: Vampire Age: 685 – Born December 17th 1322 Race: Living-Dead Place of birth: Moscow, Russia Marital status: Single Known relatives: None, all are dead for I have far surpassed them. History: Where on earth shall I begin? I won’t dote upon my family’s life or how wealthy I was for too long, but I shall begin with my birth. It was July 2nd four hours past eve in Moscow, Russia in 1322 – it was smaller then than now. Now it is just grossly over populated. I was born amongst nobles or higher blood-lines; I never had the need to work a day of my life for everything I had was at the sound of my voice. My father taught me all of that I know now about politics, noble blood-lines and the militia. I was trained to be a lord and soldier through my years, up until one night hat had changed me for the better. I was on the balcony of our vast estate, thinking over plans for an invasion of nearby cities when a man had come behind me and from then I had fallen to the stone ground. I will be quite honest I do not remember much – just a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning sensation. I won’t go on for long, 685 years is a very long time to cover. I soon found a better life, at the taste of a vampire lord who was proclaimed Viktor. He taught me how to attract a victim, how to kill and how to leave no trace of what fine dining that had occurred. For years no one had known why the population had decreased by so many sudden deaths, it was quite humorous to watch really. Peasants fearing the night, watching their backs and jumping at the sight of their own shadows; It was amusing for only some time. Moscow soon began to drag me down and soon did all of Russia; I swept across Europe for centuries at a time. Decades spent in one place. Transylvania was the darkest, most comfortable for those of the night however Paris was such a place to be. The woman fresh and beautiful, the blood of richer tastes, the smell of sweet fear and hot love always caressing the air. I hid below the city, barely seen by those of the surface. The year had soon some to 1938 and the brink of war lingered amongst the foolish people who were blind to its presence. I slept below the city still in the waking hours of painful light, but swept the cities for fresh blood and lustful woman by the night. This habit kept for years until war was finally about. Hitler had stormed countries and my beloved Paris had as well; I did stay for many years, let me tell you Nazi blood tasted better than expected. Sometimes I walked amongst them at night, listening to their stories or war and bloodshed; they were worthy stories to be told. But once more I grew tired of that travel and left France, to find comfort in the hills of Belgium. My story here is brief, the only thing worth telling is that of a woman I had met who once was a mortal but had been chosen to live the life as a soul reaper. –Laughs- Elegance fallowed in her steps, she was one of such beauty and grace, cold sadness shrouding her everywhere. Never had I found myself so attracted for one woman as I had for her, some called her a weakness and a waste of time, but I thought far different. I chased her few years, and decades, to be sad to admit I have yet to claim her. She seems more involved with in her work than anything that is until she came upon a certain little vampire. –Scoffs- I have never met one of such vulgar blood than that of Jareth, using petty mutts for his petty army. In his eyes he is of great power but compared to me he is nothing though I shall admit – she seems more willing to him than ever to me –laughs- but that will soon change, very soon. From beyond my acquaintances with them life is seemingly uneventful besides my usual domination over others. There is nothing that you must know, for nothing is really that of such interest. Personality: Dark and eerie, persistent and cruel, when he sees what he wants he waists no time to obtain it, that of course does not stand for that of Helena. Pet Peeves: Hunters, I cannot stand them in the least. But above all tings Jareth ranks number one on my list of things that really piss me off. Height: 6’2 Weight: 165 Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Strength level: Excelled/Superhuman Actor: Stuart Townsend
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Helena Contier
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If I told you, you'd never beleive me.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 20, 2007 20:11:28 GMT -1
Real name: Helena Amelia Contier Occupation: New generation Soul Reaper Age: 87 though she appears 23 Race: Soul Reaper Former aliases: none Place of birth: Paris, France Marital status: Single Known relatives: Her daughter Sophia Base of operations: The Astral Plane Group affiliation: none History: My lives, both past and current, are not of much interest to much. Though I thought I would spend my hours late in the night writing it out for all of those in which cared. My Name is Helena Amelia Contier, I was born December 22nd in Paris, France in 1919, my mother was a home wife who did nothing other than take care of me and cook and clean, not a life she was too proud of. I could see day after day the fatigue in her eyes and her fiery pride slowly burning out. My father was that of the military men who fought in WWI, he was strict and frightful. They taught me about morals and such, and as a daughter of a very well known family, I acted as of how I was expected to act.
By the time I was 20, WWII had started; immediately I enlisted into a nursing program. See back then, I was different, back then I was more of a woman and less of a handler of death; even if I still dealt with it every day. Paris was basically my base of operations, until the Nazi’s invaded and I was sent away to Belgium. It was quite and peaceful; until once more they invaded. Now I know you don’t want a history lesson, so I’ll jump right ahead to an important event. I had met a soldier, an American by the name of Shane, a medic, a claming nature about him. He had made me smile when I thought I could no longer smile again; and over a matter of weeks I had fallen in love. I bore his child, Elizabeth but shortly after my fate had no longer been so kind. I had not seen the air raid coming, and the sirens never breached the night air. The next thing I had known, I was standing over my own body and a man was there, gazing upon me. It was hard enough then to grasp the fact that I was dead but the fact that I had a new life as a new generation soul reaper was even harder. It took me weeks to get used to the idea, taking soldiers souls was a morbid sight but I grew to it over the years of the war. The hardest, was that of Shane. He was caught in cross fire, killed instantly. I cried for days, imagine taking the soul of the only person that you had loved. At that point I could no longer stand the sights of Europe, I had to leave, I had to go away. I left for American soil, by the time I had reached there the war was over.
I spent years going around and around, losing track of days and years as I went. I’ll just say I kept traveling, and to now just let you in on another moment of my life that is worth telling about. It was roughly 1946 somewhere in the North Carolina hills and forests, I could feel death in the air and knew I would soon have a job to do and show a soul where as to where it would go. I had come across a man, that was no ordinary man – he was only half man, the other half beast. I came close to him, my fingers close to his skin a man had spoken from the shadows, a forceful eerie voice he told me to stop. To step away and leave the beast alone. I saw him emerge from the darkened shelter of the wood; a handsome yet dark man who I could tell already, was no man. I had never seen one who looked such as him, or spoke or moved the way he had. But I’ll be frank with you immediately, I found him a complete ass. It took me well over an hour to convince him that it was my job, and that if he did not permit to perform my task, that the beasts soul would stay forever trapped, dieing a bitter death. I could tell he did not like the idea, on either side of my description. I quickly did my task and had turned to leave, the whole time his eyes never left me. I did not ask for his name, though he gave it as I was leaving I did not return the exchange. He gave me this whole deal about how he let me reap the poor beasts soul and that the least I could do was give my name. We talked, and fought with amusement and finally a few more hours had passed and dawn was drawing near, I had finally given him my name before I had left.
I do regret to say, that my encounters with Jareth had not been limited, they actually became quite frequent. The decades passed and soon it was almost as if every soul I went to reap he had some hoe known I was going to be the one their to do my job. And I would regret then to admit the nights I had crawled into his bed, but now I am not ashamed.
I still continue my job now, and as far as I can see I always will. Personality: Helena is very emotional, though she toughs it out and goes with it. She doesn’t like to interact much with people because eve yow and then it bothers her that she is a reaper and immortal. Height: 5’6 Weight: 115 Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Strength level: excelled Known superhuman powers: She has the ability to release peoples souls form their bodies, thus they won’t be stuck with in their body.
Special skills: Medical training through the military.
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Cadence Harker
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Life is like a bag of cheetos, sometimes cheesy things fall into your bra
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Post by Cadence Harker on Mar 25, 2007 8:11:22 GMT -1
Full Name: Cadence A.K Harker *Name was previously changed* Nickname: Cade *You call me Cady and I'll smack that smart ass right out of you* Age: 20 Date of Birth: March 23rd, 1987 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond (Sometimes) Height: 5'2 *Yeah I'm small, doesn't mean I can't kick your ass* Weight: *I don't think that's any of your goddamn business* Place of Birth: Dresher, Indiana Family:Mother, Judith (Deceased) -Sister, Charlie (Unknown) -Father, Gary (Deceased) Piercings: double pierced ears Tattoos:On the left side of my back, full length Vehicle: Walkings good for you, didn't you know? Pet peeves: People who judge others based on someone else's opinion, stereotyping, Personality: Generally nice but has her rude moments. Spent a good portion of her childhood being polite and now that she's on her own, she lets her sarcasm go wild Style: Jeans and a vintage t-shirt with her chocolate colored suede jacket Status: Single *Not like anyone's interested * Occupation: Formerly a salesperson at Bestbuy *Not my most shining moment* and is currently unemployed *Oh joy* Special abilities: Kickboxing *Since I was 10*, basic hacking skills, photographic memory and Basic Muay Thai *Anyone seen The Protector or Ong Bak?* Life Background: Born to a lower class family in Indiana, Cade's parents divorced when she was 3. Her mother got full custody of her older sister and her. She spent her youth as a tomboy, hanging out with the guys and beating up kids during recess. In middle school she had issues with attendance and eventually it led to her having to repeat part of grade 10. Despite her attendance Cade achieved honour roll in her final year of highschool. 2 days before her highschool graduation her mother was killed in a supposed car accident. Cade didn't trust the police's conclusion and did a little digging around. That's how she came across the supernatural. Her mother's body had been found 100 yards from her car, torn and bloody. She'd hit a werewolf with her car and had gotten out to check on what she assumed was a dog. It tore her jugular open. The police claimed that wild dogs had gotten to her but Cade met a group of "investigators" and found out just what happened. After her mother's death Ashley, Cadence's older sister, kicked her out of the house. Claiming that she didn't deserve anything that was left of their mother. They'd never really gotten along. *Guess that's because when I was 13 she pulled a butcher knife on me and threatened to slit my throat if I didn't do her chores. Psycho bitch. * Cade's father died from a drug induced heart attack. He was a known druggie, gambler and partier. She chose not to know him. She's been drifting from town to town recently after quitting her job when her boss decided for a little "holiday bonus" *I believe my words were.."Not if my life depended on it you fat ugly perverted freak" and I had every right to call him that. He was like 400 pounds and had a very large obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Not normal.* Useless information: I may have a brother. When I was 6 I was digging in my mother's closet and found a picture of a baby boy and applications to put up for adoption. When I asked her about it, she quickly changed the subject. Appearance: Elisha Cuthbert
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Post by Preacher on Mar 27, 2007 0:43:31 GMT -1
Full Name: Unknown (goes by Preacher) Age: 26 Date of Birth: Unknown exactly Place of Birth: Unknown Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Muddy brown Siblings: Unknown Accent: St. Anne's, Lancashire Pet Peeves: I hate loud, garish behaviour. And people with a 'wet' wit (as opposed to dry) really get on my nerves, so I have trouble tolerating the likes of Dean. Personality: I know my stuff through experience despite a relatively young age. I'm confident and focus on the job that needs doing. I am ruthless most of the time and have no issues about killing people if it needs doing. As for whether I'm fighting the good or bad fight...that's subjective... Style: Dark clothing mainly because I like to stick to the shadows. When I'm on the job, I like my black overcoat, a white shirt, jeans. But when I'm blending in on the street (my home), I usually wear dirty colours; browns, greens. My green hoodie is very precious to me. Put a hole in that, and I'll put a hole in you. Status: Single. With Rocky (which you'll know if you've seen my videos) Occupation: Fully fledged demon hunter. Full time. I specialise with demons, so don't rely on me for spirits and other things, although I'm always willing to give new things a whack. Since it isn't exactly a paying job, and believe me I wish it was, I live a poor life on the streets. Special abilities: I know some fighting techniques; I specialise in Aikido and the lethal, Mossad taught, form of Krav Maga. Can handle a gun fairly well too, although I prefer a bow and arrow, with the glass arrowheads filled with Holy Water. Nothing says Go to Hell better than Holy Water to the heart. Habits: Smoking. Even though Rocky hates it. I'm not a heavy smoker, but I'm not a light one either. I also have this tendency to tell people what I think about them, being brutally honest and not caring if I get smacked, nevermind hurt their feelings. Life Background: (This is Preacher's interpretation so not neccesarily fact) I have amnesia. It's getting better, comes and goes, but I can't remember what happened beyond being at the airport at Heathrow. I was put on a plane to the US, knowing very little about me. I still have dreams, shattered and fractured like my life is, of memories I can't remember. I was kicked out of England, and into the gutter of America; no money, no shelter...I took to the streets like the other dossers and tramps around me. It was one night my world changed forever. I saw Ghouls exhuming and feasting on a corpse. They didn't see me, but I assumed they were demons. I was wrong of course, but after that, things in my life started to make sense. I spent the money I had scrounged on a bible and started reading, starting to think I maybe had a purpose. Once you open up a door, it keep opening until it's at its widest. Once you've opened your mind to an idea, it's amazing what you find out. I discovered nightmares were real, that all those stories parents tell their kids were based off fact. I heard of demons, and I also heard of hunters. I knew it was my destiny to hunt demons, fist in one hand and bible in the other, so I began. My first encounter with a demon went less than perfect. I, to all intents and purposes, died. Got a huge lethal blow in my side, and the thing left me for dead. But in my hour of dying, God touched me. The next thing I knew was that I was on the cold wet ground, my wound now a horrific scar, flesh fused together crudely. It was a miracle, but also my curse. It seemed the Lord didn't want me to leave the world with unfinished business and he didn't intend for me to go anywhere. My body could be crushed, but my spirit would just forge another. I was cursed with life. I tried to end it all many times, knowing full well that suicide was a mortal sin. I changed. I still had faith in the Lord, but I was bitter and twisted with depression. I built walls around me and pressured my rage into a ball, to release on demons and people alike. Many people have ended up worse off because of me. I'm wanted in New Jersey for the murder of a little girl, and her father, and attempted rape of the mother. So...I'm not going back there again in a hurry. I still keep the family photo with me to look at, so I always know that no matter what I do, they'll be watching...my past haunting me. So I keep it up. I can't go back, I can't stay where I am. I can only go forward, hoping to someday kill as many evil ****ers to find a release from my curse. Appearance:Tattoo: On my inner left forearm at the top by the bend:
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lois
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Post by lois on Mar 28, 2007 20:17:28 GMT -1
Full Name: Lois Joanne Lane Age: 24 Date of Birth: September 30th, 1983 Place of Birth: Calgary, Alberta, Canada Height: 5'7" Eyes: Hazel Hair: Light brown Sex: Female Personality: Bossy, stuck-up and rude. She says everything straight and would diss any guy. Deep down inside she can be sweet and loving but prefers not to show it. Lois is also loyal, outgoing, determined, motivated, confident, daring, loving, charismatic, tough, smart and one of a kind. History: Lois began as an average shallow cheerleader back in High School, concerned with nothing more than finding cute boys and raging parties. Now, she has proven to be much more than that. At first she was never really interested in journalism at all, instead working in politics. A few years later, Lois began to develop an interest in journalism, working at the tabloid paper, the Inquisitor. She began to investigate and write articles about the Green Arrow. Now, she is a reporter for a famous newspaper company and is assigned to visit Nevada to write an article on unexplained phenomena... Herself doesn't believe in the supernatural! Appearance:
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Post by Kyle Renuad on Apr 6, 2007 1:04:24 GMT -1
Full Name: Kyle Allen Renaud Age:27 Date of Birth: Aug.25th Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: BRown Height: 6'1 Weight: 175 Place of Birth: Hoover Alabama Reltives: Chrissy and Mitchell Vandeveen[cousins] and Casey Vandeveen[aunt] Pet peves: Cops Personality: Kyle has a smart ass personality Style: Ripped jeans a tee-shirt and leather jacket Status: Single Occupation: Supernatural Hunter Special abilities: none Life Background: When he was a baby his mother was killed by a demon, his father dropped him off at his aunts house and started hunting. When he was eight his father was killed. His Uncle, Derek Vandeveen picked him up from his aunts house and taught him how to hunt. Since then hes been training to be a hunter. Appearance:
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 14, 2007 16:22:01 GMT -1
Full Name: Duncan O'Leary & Reece Duffy Age: 33 & 32 Date of Birth: 11th October & 6th January Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Mid brown & Dark brown Siblings: Only children Accent: Dublin Irish Pet Peeves: Atheists who think they're better than everyone else and believe they can 'school' us on the truth. Personality: Both of us are sick to death with the crimes we see on a daily basis. We were hardworking Catholics, living a humble life, sleeping on a hard bed, all the while gangsters and criminals live romantically. We don't much like bad men, but we hate the evil creatures in this world even more. Style: We wear identical everything. Matching black peacoats, jeans. We usually wear a black polo neck jumper when we're on the job. Dark colours do blend into the environment when one tends to work in the dark. One thing you will never see us without is the rosary beads hanging round our necks. Whenever the need to pray takes us, we have them ready and waiting. Status: Both single. And married to the Lord. Occupation: While our mentor is a demon hunter, we don't really care what we hunt, so long as it's supernatural. Hell, we'll hunt human if they're bad enough. Special abilities: The artist currently known as Preach taught us Krav Maga; he said it was neccessary and we have to agree. An indispensible skill, even though Reece broke his arm in Preach's 'rigourous' training. We did NOT pick up Preach's bow skills before you ask. We are seriously hopeless with it. But, we're comfortable with 9 mils. Duel wielding silenced Berettas is love. Habits: Smoking. Since we were 14. We also wear cilices, but that's part of our religious beliefs so no one should tell us to quit that. Life Background: (This is the brothers' interpretation so not neccesarily fact) We both grew up in Dublin. We're not actually brothers, which is the reason for different last names, but we've been blood brothers since we were 13. We copied each others every move so much that we could be considered twins...apart from the fact we look nothing alike. When Dunc was 21 and I was 20, we moved over to the US to make a name for ourselves. We settled right into the Irish sector of Boston; got an apartment, made friends, went to Church every week without fail, living the dream...if not a very wealthy one. But all that changed one St Paddy's Day, when some guys got a little 'friendly' in our favourite bar. We both sorted them out and sent them limping home. But, the next day they came looking for revenge; with guns. Just as they were putting a gun to Reece's head, an arrow came out of nowhere and skewered the guy right through the chest. A second later, another arrow took care of the other one. Preacher made his first appearance in our lives and turned it upside down. He went on to explain why they were still moving after being put down like that...vampires with a little dead man's blood. He saw our rosary beads and couldn't stop grinning and before we knew it, he had sat us down and was telling us of the other creatures out there; namely demons. Of course we didn't believe him, but he let us tag along for the reason he was in Boston; hunting down some girl called Meg. We saw her do things no human can do, and even though she got away, we wouldn't doubt another thing Preach said. He trained us as though we were his sons. Which was a little weird considering he is younger than us. We did learn a lot from him...but once he found out we wanted to learn more, learn about killing things other than demons, he was a bit dismayed. Hell, we wanted to hunt demons, just not be exclusive to them like he was. Of course, the wanker he is, he got in a strop over it and said he'd disown us if we walked out the door...which we did. Since then, we've been hunting whatever takes our fancy. A few more scars here and there, a couple more tattoos, but we're still going strong. Appearance: (Reece on the left; Duncan on the right) Tattoo: (pictures less than perfect) A hooded Virgin Mary tattoo on the neck A (better than that) large Celtic cross on the forearm. Veritas on Duncan's trigger finger; Aequitas on Reece's trigger finger That's better.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 16, 2007 12:23:38 GMT -1
Full Name: Caroline Rose Masters 'Carrie' Age:21[human age] 1000[demon age] Date of Birth: july 29th 1984 Eye Color: brown Hair Color:brown Height:5'7 Weight:145 Place of Birth:new york city Siblings: one sister named Meg Pet peves: demonhunters Personality: bitchy Status: single Occupation: demon/pocessed Special abilities: super strength Life Background: [coming soon] Appearance:
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Post by Trevin Ryan on Apr 17, 2007 18:58:05 GMT -1
Full Name: Trevin Ryan Age: 29 Date of Birth: 6/13/1977 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Height: 6’1” Weight: 170 Place of Birth: Rock Falls, Illinois Siblings: Roxanne Ryan Pet peves: People who think you have to go to college to be smart, cops… When people take me seriously when I’m being sarcastic, and when people don’t take me seriously when I’m not being sarcastic. Personality: I’m a bit of a smartass, and I can’t be cocky at times. Humor is one of my best qualities, but I do know when it’s time to put the joke away and bring out my fancy pants. Style: Nothing to fancy. Usually just jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sturdy sneakers. Status: Single Occupation: Hunter Special abilities: I was in football and track in high school, so I have some speed. I know how to use a gun and a knife. Basically, I can watch my own ass. Life Background: I grew up with my mom, dad, and younger sister, Roxanne in a tiny town called Rock Falls in Illinois. When I was nine, my mom was killed by something of the supernatural. My dad was devastated, and did a little digging around. He got revenge on what killed her, though he was never sure exactly what it was. My dad sent Roxy to live with our grandmother while I traveled around with my father. I never went to college, and when I was 18, Roxy was living with us again. My dad thought it was still too dangerous for her to participate in hunts, but I tagged along with him. My dad and I were hunting a pack of werewolves one night, and my father was killed. I was hurt badly, and was rushed to a hospital. I had nothing but fake ID’s on me. So I was known as Devin Cooper. I read in a newspaper that they found a second body in the woods that the werewolf had gotten to. By the time I was let out of the hospital, and got back to the motel, Roxy was gone. For the past ten years, I’ve been trying to track her done. Hopefully, she’s still alive, and I’m not searching around for my sister who could be buried somewhere. Appearance:
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