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Post by Bella Le Beau on Apr 19, 2007 0:21:36 GMT -1
Full Name: Isabella “Bella” Le Beau Age: 26 Date of Birth: April 07, 1980 Species: Vampyres Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Dark brown/black Height: 5’5’’ Weight: 132lbs Place of Birth: Humacao, Puerto Rico Siblings: Father- Unknown, Mother (Deceased) - Antoinette Le Beau Pet peeves: Objection to her authority, hunters Personality: Mostly sarcastic, it would be difficult to humor Isabella since she just isn’t a joyful person. Tough and coming from a rough background, she grew up knowing how to handle herself as a human. And with that, her distaste for the whole race was fueled by becoming a vampire, therefore, shows no mercy towards the beings. Style: Jeans and a t-shirt/tank top Status: Single/ not seeking but lustful. Occupation: None Special abilities: The common vampire traits: heightened speed, strength, agility, and senses. She was also a former hunter, therefore, knows hand-to-hand combat as well as weapon training. Life Background: My mother was French and lived in Paris as an artist. However, being alone she didn’t have much money and was also a restless being. She moved to Puerto Rico where she met my biological father. Whatever happened between them, they didn’t actually get married so I was born out of wedlock. After he heard the slip turned pink, he took off. So there I was, living off of my mothers minimum wage and you can only imagine what type of neighborhood I grew up in. It was a rough time until I was nine years old when my mom got enough money to fly us to America. There, it was a Hell of a time. My mother found a husband, Kevin, when I was around 12 and he became my step-dad. I didn’t care much for him but I had to gut it out for 3 years with him. When I was 15, I had heard something in the middle of the night in my parent’s bedroom. And when I checked it out, I saw that damn thing feeding on my mother. My step dad was already dead and I knew where he kept his 9mm. I ran to the dresser and pulled it out, just unloading the clip into that thing before it left out of the window. And there I was, alone. So I studied up and figured the only thing it could be was a vampire. However, I didn’t have a physical trainer so I did what I could on my own before enlisting in the army at 18 for a year. After that, I went to strictly hunting every damned vampire I could find. Met a few people too. John Winchester, man named Gordon and then… the woman who literally ruined my life. Raquel Knight. I was hunting with the girl when we took on a vampire nest by ourselves. Things got heated and we basically fell into a trap taking off out of the house though, I was already wounded and they were on our trail before hiding in the woods, just trying to keep quiet. My leg was injured; so there was no way I could run so I told her to go get help. Without a second thought, she just took off. Took off in the wrong direction the little bitch. No, instead of trying to get help, she helped herself and hid in the woods, leaving me to be bat chow. Luckily though, instead of being drained, I was turned. Guess I just have that inner vampire in me that attracted them. I didn’t stick with the clan though. Instead, I spread my wings and flew away. Flew away and ran into another vampire with the name of Jareth. I became part of his clan and found out he was my uncle. I couldn’t believe it actually but I wasn’t upset at all. I was proud to be his niece because he was powerful. So powerful, he even had servants. After careful planning with Jareth, we started to plan a way to create a new breed of creature. A werewolf and a vampire hybrid and I was paired up with Jared Weathers. We got married since Jareth thought it might be nice to keep things traditional. So I was married to a werewolf, trying to have a kid and then had a hunter sister-in-law. It was fun for a while but nothing worked and eventually, I wanted out. So I spread my wings again, still keeping in touch with my uncle but my goal is set on finding the hunter that destroyed my life. Appearance: Michelle Rodriguez
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Post by Juleigh Blake on Apr 19, 2007 21:18:42 GMT -1
Full Name: Juleigh Jane Blake Age: 25 Date of Birth: June 23rd Eye Color: brown Hair Color: blonde Height: 5'7" Weight: 120 Place of Birth: San Francisco Siblings: none Pet peves: people who dont ask questions Personality: sarcastic, bold, smart, clever Style: tight jeans, a top, and a sweatshirt or jacket Status: single... Occupation: supernaturalist Special abilities: indigo child, medium Life Background: She lived with both her parents, until her mother was killed when she was 5. Then her dad started going after what killed her mother. He trained her hard as a supernatural until she was 15, when she enrolled herself in a boarding school [full scholarship] and didn't look back. But shortly after her 3 year in Yale college she was kidnapped, and her father was killed before her own eyes. After that she embraced her supernatural heritage and started hunting. Appearance: [ this is a repost of my character with a new account ]
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Post by Robert Innazoia on Apr 26, 2007 1:13:16 GMT -1
Full Name: Robert Innazoia Age: 38 Date of Birth: 29th April 1969 Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Very dark brown Siblings: Sister Marie Pet Peeves: People going over my head to get their way, challenges to my authority, having to admit my mistakes since I'm a stubborn mule. Personality: I do play by the rules. I won't go too far, but it doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I have a dark side like everyone else; its just my job pushes me a little more than others. But I'm not afraid to bend them, and I sometimes get a little rougher than neccesary, but nothing to get IA bothering me. Style: On the job, I wear a suit as is FBI standard. Heaven forbid we don't seem social while we're out catching criminals. But, there are times when the job calls for less restricting attire, and so then you'll see me in shades, jeans and well, 'normal' clothes. Status: Single. Is gay. In a straight way; as in more of a Will than Jack. Has an ex wife which he doesn't speak of that much. Occupation: FBI special agent tasked with manhunts. Therefore, NOT a hunter and unlikely to believe you if you started talking about that sort of stuff. Special abilities: Being what I am, I have had small arms training and my Glock rarely lets me down. Previous job includes Special Forces, where I was a Captain and sniper, which does come in useful from time to time in my FBI work on the field. Although I must admit, these days I enjoy the 'talking' aspect of the job rather than shooting. Life Background: (This is Robert's interpretation so not neccesarily fact) Early childhood was regular. Nothing out of the ordinary, happy families; me, my mom, dad and sister Marie. But...that was up until the crash. Head on collision with a truck killed my parents instantly. Me and Marie weren't in the car, but we weren't ready for it when we heard the news. I was twelve and she was eight. We moved around then; foster home to foster home as though no wanted us. But I guess I was to blame for that...I wasn't exactly eager to be brought up by people who weren't my parents. But I kept an eye on my sister; looked after her because in the end, we only had each other. I graduated with honors from West Point as an officer, and rose to Captain in the Gulf War, and it didn't take long before I was transferred to SF either. I was proficient enough to gain a sniper badge and, yeah, it wasn't a walk in park, but I enjoyed my time in the military. But my time was cut short due to a rifle discharge, rendering me 'unfit' for duty. So there I was, limping for a couple of months in a hospital, thinking about how I missed it. I loved the authority, the power, and when I was a civillian, I felt defenceless. Thankfully, once I had recovered, I was approached by the Feds, who apparently found my service record an interesting read. I jumped at the chance to be in the FBI; to hold a gun again. It was exhilarating; flashing my badge for the first time. Special Agent Innazoia.I met Susan in '95 and...well, no need to ramble...we got married the next year. It lasted five months. It was a disaster...I thought we were in love, but I think we were more in love with the idea of being in love. And we were blinded from the truth by the extravagant wedding. The relationship was just for display...behind closed doors we just didn't click and we had arguments on a daily basis. Leaving her was the best thing that happened to me. It was for the best, because I realised women weren't for me. I didn't understand them and I never would. There was another sex entirely I found myself appealing to. I wouldn't say it was she who turned me gay, but she helped open my eyes. After the breakup, I pored my heart and soul into my career because apart from the occasional meetings with my sister, it was all that was keeping me going. My devotion could be why I was put on my first manhunt; because you need to obsess to catch criminals on the run. My first case was Brad Hoggarty, a serial rapist in Chicago. I had him behind bars in a week. After that, I was pretty much set up in my career. Peter Mellors, my next case, didn't come quietly and we had a shoot out by a railway station. He was the only I ever had to kill...but I got him off the streets. He was NOT going to be murdering anyone else. A couple of cases later, I came across Paul Kellerman; a drug dealer involved in a prison break. Despite everything, all the close shaves, the near misses, he escaped me. The last I saw of him, he was pointing the barrel of my own 9 mil. at me. I heard he was soaking up the rays in Panama, out of my jurisdiction. The one black mark on my record. That just drove me furhter into my work; I would not let another criminal escape. And that's why the current case, chasing the shadows of a Raquel Knight, is pushing me. Two years. It's been two long years chasing this woman; she goes from town to town causing chaos and panic and she KNOWS I'm after her. And yet, she hasn't fled the country. People who've met her either love her or hate her. One thing's for sure; she's dangerous and exploitative, getting men to do whatever she wants and getting women thinking she's their best friend. She's been central to a number of crimes and highly dangerous, armed or not. I've only met her face to face a couple of times and each time she's got the better of me. But it's only a matter of time before I trap this bitch. She is NOT going to be the next Kellerman. Appearance: Tattoo: on my left upper arm
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sexonthebeach
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Even if I told you...you'd never believe me
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Post by sexonthebeach on Apr 28, 2007 0:03:45 GMT -1
Full Name: Michelle Angelina Vasluvien Age: 22 Date of Birth: 7/19/84 Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: red Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Place of Birth: Queens, New York Siblings: Father{unknown} Mother{deceased} Tattoo: black cross on my Forearm, Triquetra on my arm ,"Rebel" on my left hand, Snake biting into a cherry on my lower back Vehicle: Black Ferrari Habits: Emotionally manipulating people, Getting into trouble, Complicating things Pet peeves: I hate it when i cant get what i want. I also hate it when I'm told what to do. Personality: Very moody. Of course I have a dark side but I like to play. I have a hot temper that's usually sparked by people who intrigue me the most. It's very easy for me to figure people out. I'm a care-free kind of person. I'm a huge flirt and i don't stop until it goes somewhere. I'm lustful. I am very laid back. Style: leather jackets with leather pants and boots. Sometimes i wear dresses...sexy and low cut. mini skirts if i want something i cant have. Status: Single {crushing on your boyfriend} Occupation: Vampire Special abilities:heightened speed, strength, agility, and senses Life Background:My mother was a poet who was born in italy and grew up in Chicago. She didn"t have much money but she did well enough on her own. Probably because she was a criminal mastermind. She robbed a good number of banks but only for what was neccesary. My father {a vampire} bit her one night and you know what happened from there. Later she had my brothers {half brothers} with other vampires. One night my father found her again and later i was born. Then my mother was murdered by a pack of werewolves. Me and my brothers were together for a while and then we separated when i was 15. I ended up in foster care. I was adopted by a catholic family. A mother and father who had 2 kids. Religion always interested me. I always wanted to know what was it that made people feel like they were good people just because thay sat down in some church or something so I actually stayed there for a while and learned a few things. Later i murdered them. Then when i was 20 i came back to my brothers and now we're living together. My brothers have a deep hatred for werewolves since they murdered my mother. I guess they knew her better than i did. I don"t remember her much. All i remember is that she was a very powerful vampire and she wasnt exactly the motherly type as far as i could tell. I wont go into detail. So i pretty much don't have anything against werewolves myself. I don't like humans much though. Hunters...i dont know. Their fun to play with. Appearance:
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Post by Natalie Darrows on May 22, 2007 16:25:09 GMT -1
Full Name: Natalie Rez Darrows Nicknames: Nat, "Peaches" Age: 25 Sex: Female Weight: 125 Height: 5'6 Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Occupation: Hunter Pet Peeves: Sexist pigs, sex driven men, clingy obnoxious girls Hobbies: Snowboarding, skiing, biking, back-packing Transportation: 2005 Taraus Ablities: Hand To Hand Combat, Weapon. Nothing supernatural Family: Jean Darrows, Mitchell Darrows, Ryland Darrows Marital Status: Single Personality: Not to cocky, not to bitchy, not to average. She's not what you'd expect from what comes to the eye, a pretty face leads off to the best kinds of lies. She doesn't enjoy your typical chick flicks, or guys who just love their cars and muscles, she just enjiys hunting and some serious ass kicking. She doesn't find herself the best at anything, just good at something. Hunting being her strongest suit. Background: History:
So like any person, I know nothing of my actual birth except for the minor details. I was born at the local hospital in LA, at 11:56 PM on October 3rd. 6 pounds 7 ounces, 22 inches.
My mothers name is Chessica Mara Darrows, a nurse at the hospital, she married my father when she was 25.My father was well known at the hospital that she worked at, being a hunter and all; but he caught my mother’s interest fast. My father’s name is Nathanial Worik, a hunter of many other hunters through many generations. In their second year of marriage they gave birth to my older brother, Ryland. Now Ryland is…well an odd one, a party animal, an amazing guitar player, and a wicked artist. But I guess in our life it doesn’t matter what your good at; except for hunting.
Now I said my dad was a hunter, though my mom was, she still knew about his lifestyle. See, my dad is sort of bent out of shape because of this thing, that we don’t really know what it is, that keeps either kidnapping people we care about or desecrating our families graves and/or bringing them back from the dead. To kill us. I can’t tell you how many times my brother has gone missing because of this thing, and me included. So now our father taught us how to hunt, and be like a soldier.
Growing up as a soldier wasn’t exactly easy, and since I could remember I never wanted anything better than to get away from L.A. and hunt on my own, while still looking for this ‘thing’. But going alone was out of an option, Ryland wanted to watch my back to the best of his abilities. And he has. Though he has also gotten me in trouble plenty of times. Now we’re on our own little adventure to fight our own little battles. Appearance: Maggie Grace
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Post by Ryan McGraw on May 22, 2007 20:27:59 GMT -1
Full Name: Ryan Nicole McGraw Date of Birth: October 30, 1964 Age: 24 Birthplace: Patten, Maine Date of Change: December 31, 1988 Species: Lycanthrope (Leopard) Years as a Wereleopard: 19 Eye Color: Green/Blue Hair Color: Black, either very short or cropped to my chin Height (Human): 5'7'' Weight (Human): 135lbs Height (Werewolf): 6'5'' Weight (Werewolf): 240lbs Wereleopard Appearance: Black coat with golden eyes, tinted with green. Relatives: Tracy McGraw (Mother) deceased, Kevin McGraw (Father), Julie McGraw (Grandmother) deceased, Stephen McGraw (Grandfather) deceased. Pet Peeves: People who think they can win against me. And olives. Tattoos: Tribal cross between my shoulder blades and a ring of ivy around my left ankle. Piercings: My ears sometimes. No silver anymore, sadly. Personality: A bitch pretty much sums it up. Don't forget the word possessive. Joking around isn't really my forte. I'd rather be ordering weaker beings around or tearing them apart. Either I will dominate you or you will die. Background: I lived a pretty normal life for 24 years. Except for the first few hours of my birth. I was born on October 30th, 1964. Devil's Night. It's nothing too significant unless you're superstious. My mother was and so she tried to drown me when I was no more than a few minutes old. Apparently the water would cleanse me of any demons. Ok and also kill me of course. But like every good mother, she wanted me to die with a clean soul. Thoughtful. Luckily enough, my father saved me. So I was raised by my grandparents after that. I saw my birthparents. They visited me when they could. But I never did devolp that mother/daughter bond with Tracy. So on I went, living that normal life. I graduated high school, went into college for a degree in Ancient History. Like I said, I was a normal every day bitch. Then New Years Eve, I went out with some friends. We grabbed a few beers, walked up and down the strip; joking, being loud, having a good time. I grew tired of all this and irritation started to set in. See, earlier that night, some guy had stood me up. Note to All Men Out There: You DO NOT Stand Me Up. SO I decided to head back home. Turn in early. My car was a few blocks away, but I wouldn't mind the walk. But that one walk changed my life for the better. I know, that sounds sadistic right? But I love what I am. Love feeling the power I have, rippling through my muscles. Love the power I have over weaker beings. So that night, close to the midnight hour, I recieved my gift. The man or beast, as some would say, was called Dayan. He tore me up but didn't kill me. Apparently he liked what he tasted. So I ran around with him for a while. You see, Dayan was an Nimir-Raj, a king to his pack. I became his Nimir-Ra. Which was basically an alpha femal to his alpha male. But I grew bored with being the queen bee and struck out on my own. That's where all the real fun begins. During my loner days, I had grown wise and respected. Many Nimir-Raj's offered me their Nimir-Ra position, but I denied all advances. I wanted to be the one in control, not bowing down to them. I was the dominate. I spent my time with who I wanted and then killed what I wanted. Until I met him. You see, I wasn't one to stay with one male; wolf, vampire or human. I grew bored and either dumped them on the side like an old toy or killed them them. But Jared was a toy I didn't want to give up. One of those werewolves who denied their beast constantly. I found so much joy inthe control I had over him. He's a beautiful man and genuinly a good person, but who cares about goodness when someone is that deliously inticing. Now I thought I had a hold on him that he'd never break. But one day he stood up to me. ME! Of all people. Apparently someone had come back into his life. He refused to tell me. Probably cause I will kill them. Not would. Will. Who ever she is. Who ever has his heart... I'll be holding her's in the palm of my hand. He can't hide forever. Apperance:
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Post by Charlie Mansfield on May 23, 2007 0:08:29 GMT -1
Full Name: Charlie Diana Mansfield Age: 23 Date of Birth: December 21st, 1983 Eye Color: Hair Color: Blond Height: Weight: Place of Birth: Unknown Siblings: Cadence Harker, Not that I'll ever admit it Pet peeves: Cade Cade Cade Anything but top quality Lazyness Excuses Personality: Generally a nice person around friends, but anyone else is fair game for bitching out. Style: Leather jacket, designer jeans and anything that damn near maxs out your card to get it. Status: Single Occupation: Administrative Assistant at local bank Special abilities: None Life Background: Appearance: Ali Larter Will edit soon
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Ryland Darrows
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Big brother. Strange Ways. Just a BIT overprotective. But only by a little.
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Post by Ryland Darrows on May 23, 2007 18:00:05 GMT -1
Full Name: Ryland Reece Darrows Age: 26 Date of Birth: September 24th Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Height: 5'9 Weight: 176 Place of Birth: Los Angelous, CA Siblings: Natalie Darrows, little Rezzy Pet peeves: My father, cloned whores Personality: A little on the unique side, completely adventourous, and sometimes a tad cautious. Style: Anything involving bands, Converse or Chucks for shoes, jean or leather jackets, or anything to do with Skateboarding clothing Status: Single Occupation: "Traveling Artist" aka A Hunter Special abilities: None Life Background: Nothing spectacular, born in L.A, trained to be some stupid soldier kind of boy. Yeah. Like I said. nothing Special Appearance: None so far
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Post by scotty on May 24, 2007 1:50:17 GMT -1
Full name: Scott D. Sosa Age: 25 Date of Birth: February 2nd, 1981 Eye color: Brown Hair color: Brown Height: 6’ Weight: 170lbs Place of birth: Los Angeles, California Siblings: Kay Sosa (mother- deceased) Tyler Sosa Sr. (Father, retired hunter), Tyler Sosa (Older brother) Pet Peeves: Serious people; authority. Personality: Growing up relatively normal, he was able to find humor and everything, and more or less lived in a fantasy world. But with his dad and Tyler showing him the real world, he developed the seriousness that he sometimes needed. Style: Brown leather jacket, jeans and a t-shirt. Status: Single Occupation: Semi-Agent for a Talent company Special abilities: When visiting my hunter father, I would be put to some physical training with my brother, Tyler. It wasn’t as great as my brother’s training but I knew how to take care of myself Life Background: With only 1 older brother and my parents getting divorced when I was 4, I didn’t really have a close person to talk to. Then again, I really didn’t need it. My mom divorced my father because he was a hunter, leaving my brother with him and I moved to California with her and it was the greatest life I could hope of growing up. I mean, I did see my dad a few times a month when he passed by with my brother and then I was his kid. Not his favorite of course, that was still Tyler since he could shoot a target better than I could but he was involved in my life. Even gave me a gun. My mom remarried when I hit 13. After that, my dad had a lot more time to spend with me since he didn’t want me around Max, my step dad. Which was great because I did miss him and Tyler from time to time. However, their relationship didn’t last long. My mom died in a car accident when I was 18 and since I was of legal age, Max gave me his car and that was the last I saw of him. I graduated high school and went to college, still trying to be collected after my mother’s death. I wanted to be an actor but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Between my public record and my family… it was impossible. So, I settled at working with actors and booking auditions. It was the best life I could have hoped for. Of course, it WAS. My dumb friends got into the way and invited me to hang out one night. They said they had to do something and I waited in the car. Turns out what they did landed me in jail for murder. I still maintain my innocence. I spent a few months in jail but then uh… Well then Tyler happened and I’ve been with him since then. Appearance:
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Micheal
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Let me show you...
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Post by Micheal on May 25, 2007 17:12:11 GMT -1
Full Name: Micheal "mike" Vasluvien Age: 22 Date of Birth: August 10, 1984 Eye Color: Green Hair Color: lite brown/blonde Height: 6’0’’ Weight: 160lbs Place of Birth: Brooklyn, New York Siblings: Father- Jonathan Vasluvien, Mother (Deceased, unknown) Pet peeves: Werewolves, Clingy woman Personality: Im laid back most of the time. I like to fight and i like sex. Alot. I like my space and i have an anger problem. Style: Jeans and a T-shirt mostly Status: Single/ sleeping around Occupation: Vampire Tattoos- Black cross on my arm Special abilities: heightened speed, strength, agility, and senses Life Background: I grew up with my dad. Not a guy you want to mess with but we were pretty close. (As close as anyone ever got to him anyway) I set out on my my own when i was 16 and pretty much had the time of my life. I had a little brother, Peter, who lived with me. Then he got killed by a hunter one night. I felt responsible for it since i shouldve nevr let him go out alone. After that happened I went back to my dad and was with him until i was 20. Then i found out that i had another sibling somewhere. A Half-sister. Her name was Michelle. I've been looking for her for 2 yrs before i finally located her. I can't wait to meet her. My sister. Apperance:
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Tyler Sosa
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Violence is Always the Answer
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Post by Tyler Sosa on May 25, 2007 21:12:20 GMT -1
Full Name: Tyler Joseph Sosa Jr. Nicknames: Ty, TJ, Biggles (Don't ask...seriously) Date of Birth: September 9th, 1980 Age: 27 Sex: Male Weight: 183lbs Height: 6'1 Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown (Usually) Occupation: Hunter Pet Peeves: Clingy women and adults who still think they can order me around. Hobbies: Reading, Four-Wheeling, Snowboarding, Drawing Vehical: Black with silver tribal signs over the hood and rear wheel well. Occupation: Supernaturalist Ablities: Hand to Hand combat, (you know the typical karate/judo crap all us hunters learn) Weapons Training, (Mostly small hand guns like pistols) and the Wonder Art of Lock Picking. Tattoos: Tribal band around left bicep Chinese charecter for Mother on inside of right wrist. Family: Kay Sosa (Mother, deceased), Tyler Sosa Sr. (Father, retired hunter), Scott Sosa (Younger Brother) Marital Status: Single, not looking Adornments: Silver ankh given to me on my 18th birthday. Personality: Laid back.I never went to school but I don't mind sitting back somewhere and reading a book. Or being outside and sketching out some landscape scenes or people. I have my moments where I can get in people's faces, especially when it comes to my little brother causing trouble that I have to finish. He's an wise ass but he's family. Background: I had a pretty good life for my first 2 years. Normal for the most part. Dad maybe have been a hunter but I couldn't understand at that age. Mom was an angel. Since Dad wasn't around much and I was an only child, she spend so much time just with me. Then a little after turning two, I got a little brother. Hell, even then I thought it was great. I always wanted to be the one to watch him. We'd be out back and he'd follow me around without question. Now Dad's hunter occupation didn't bother us kids but was really putting a strain on Mom. The time finally came for a divorce. I look back now and figure it was prolly for the best. The only bad choice in the whole agreement was splitting me and Scott up. Scott was only four so he stayed with Mom. I headed out with Dad. Dad trained me to become a hunter. The target practice, handling guns, hand to hand combat. Usual hunter stuff. I still saw Mom and Scotty. We would visit and Scott would end up training alongside me. He really didn't like it as much. But at least he had some skills, even if he wasn't the hunter. Scott had the normal life that I was envious of. I made it through school, sure. (30+ different schools but hey, who's counting?) But we never stayed put long. Never kept friends for more than a couple of months. Then Mom passed away. Scott was 18 so he could go off on his own. But I think it really hurt me because I had lost so much time with her. Dad and I went back to spend some time with Scott. But we were soon gone again. I stayed with Dad for a couple more years. Then the old man retired from hunting. Took off on my own, checking up on my little brother occassionaly and ran into some hunters. I forget most of their names. A Winchester, two Johnson sisters (I ran into them more than once. On accident of course), some others. Life wasn't that bad. Then I got the call from Grandma. Scott was in jail for murder charges. So no bail. She wanted me to come back home and help her handle the trial. She and Scott didn't expect me to come and bust his ass out. My brother doesn't kill people. Not even on accident. If anything, I'd be the more likely murderer. So now I have Scott the Non-Hunter tagging along with me. He really can't go anywhere with this new criminal status. Plus, I'm stuck sharing it with him as well. I told him we'd clear his name and we will. Appearance:
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Post by Brandi Harrison on May 28, 2007 2:47:38 GMT -1
Full Name: Brandi Harrison Age: 27 Date of Birth: 7/14/1979 Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Redish brownish Height: 5'5" Weight: 130 Place of Birth: Dixon, Illinois Siblings: Roxy Ryan (Not literally, but she's like a sister to me) Pet peves: People who don't know when I'm being sarcastic or serious, and when people have to nerve to give me authority. Personality: Growing up, I was a bit of an out cast, and just stayed from the kids at school. Then I met Roxy, and she turned me into an outgoing person. Now, I can be a bit of a smartass, but it's not that intense that people just want to deck me. I do know when I need to shut up and be serious. Style: I love jeans, which are the best type of clothing God could have created. I won't wear regular t-shirts unless if I'm just bumming around, but I won't wear fancy, classy shirts, either. I usually where things anywhere in between. Status: Single Occupation: Hunter Special abilities: I can handle a gun pretty well, and I know how to kick box. Life Background: I grew up living a completely normal life until the day my parents got a divorce. I was only ten when my mom had custody of me, and she was a complete drunk. She would get home from her job with a different man every night, being drunk off of her ass. The landlord of our apartment told the authorities what was going on, and I was taken away from my mother, and was sent to live with my father. I lived with my dad until I was fourteen. I would have lived with him longer if he hadn't had a heart attack, and died, leaving me to leave with no one. I was sent to an orphanage, and stayed there for a few months before Roxy's family took me in. They treated me a hell of a lot better my mother, and better than I believe my father would have. Everything that I know about hunting today, I learned from the Ryan's. Roxy is not only my best friend, but she's practically my sister. The same thing goes for Trevin. Although he can be a bit over protective when it comes to certain things, he's a great guy, and has a great heart.... Along with really pretty blue eyes. Appearance:
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Post by dracula on May 29, 2007 17:47:50 GMT -1
Full Name: Count Dracula Age: 125 Date of Birth: 6/6/43 Eye Color: black Hair Color: black Height: 6'1" Weight: 140 Place of Birth: in the Transylvanian fortress of Sighisoara Siblings: Father{deceased} Mother{deceased} Tattoo: none Vehicle: I fly Habits: Emotionally manipulating people, having sex, seeking revenge Pet peeves:humans Personality: One must bear in mind that there were two sides to My personality.It ranges from mysterious and passionate to bold and frightening Style: cape with stand-up collar, shirt, vest, medallion and pants. Status: Single as far as i'm concerned Occupation: Vampire Special abilities:heightened speed, strength, agility,senses,ability to tap into your worst fears, emotional influence, ect Life Background:I will not dwell on the past only the present. I was granted the right to live immortally by stealing the blood of the living after being a tortured outcast amoung the living. I exsist in infamy granting some my gift and taking the lives of others. I have many children. Amoung them is my son Micheal and my daughter Michelle whom I have yet to meet. I exsist to seek revenge from my enemies and I will. Humans are jealous scums as frankenstien would agree. They're feeble minds are not yet equiped enough to think about the after life. So when they see that there is such thing as immortality which they cannot gain they make us outcasts, demons, evil creatures that prey upon them. And So that is what I exsist to be. Welcome to your hell. Apperance:
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Post by Jarren Lowry on Jun 13, 2007 15:58:29 GMT -1
Full Name: Jarren Lowry Age: 29 Date of Birth: 5/23/1978 Eye Color: blue/green Hair Color: Black Height: 6'3" Weight: 175 Place of Birth: Springfield, Illinois Siblings: None Pet peves: Women who cake their face with make-up. People who just overall think themselves superior to others. Personality: I'm pretty laid back. There's those days when I'll just stay around in a motel, and flip through channels for hours. I can be a bit cocky, but not in an immature and annoying way. I'm a gentleman, and know how to not get a bitch slap to face by a woman. Though, I have been in a few fights. Some I start, most I don't. I'm overall just a nice guy, but I get tough when the instinct comes. Style: Jeans and a t-shirt Status: Single Occupation: Hunter Special abilities: Karate, taebo, pretty much most of the hand-to-hand methods of fighting. As a hunter you have to be able to handle a gun, which I do. So, I'm all set. Life Background: I grew up as a normal kid would have. I had loving parents who cared for me, and watched my every move. My dad had me in football from sixth grade until my senior year of high where I played quarterback. When I was 13, my mother died of cancer, and I lived with my dad until I was 18. The old man made it to my high school graduation. He had a heart-attack and died a week after I moved out. I got accepted to the University of Illinois, where I was studying criminal justice. I did enjoy parties, and girls, but I didn't get into football because it was what my dad wanted, not me. I made friends with a great bunch of guys. The next thing I knew, I was 21, and in my junior year. It was spring break, and my buds and I were walking through a forest that was supposedly haunted by a young woman who was murdered there 35 years ago. I thought it was all a bunch of BS, even though in the back of my mind I knew it wasn't a good idea to go. Two of my friends ended up chickening out, and just me and my friend, Eric went. One second the guy's behind me, the next, he's not. I ended up finding him hanging from a tree. I was about to next when these two girl, really hot girls showed up in time to save my ass. To this day, I'm still grateful that Roxy Ryan and Brandi Harrison were there that night. Brandi and I went out a few times while she was in town. She told me everything that she knew about the supernatural, and I picked up quickly, and was willing to become a hunter as well. Brandi taught how to fight, which was awesome as hell because I got to pin her down a few times. There's nothing sexier than a woman who can take care of herself. I left the university to travel with Brandi and Roxy. Brandi and I dated for a year before she broke it off with me. One night I went to a bar, got drunk, and got with another woman. Brandi found out, and the look in her eyes.... I knew I hurt her. I was disgusted with myself, and stopped traveling with them, knowing that both of them would never look at me the same again. For the past seven years, I've been hunting by myself. Appearance:
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Post by Adelle Witt on Jul 8, 2007 18:34:20 GMT -1
Full Name: Adelle Jessica Witt Age: 23 Date of Birth: october 6th Eye Color: brown Hair Color: dark blonde Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 Place of Birth: Houston, Texas Siblings: an older brother Pet peves: Annoying hunters/bikers who hit on her Personality: Sweet, talkitve, Clutz Style: Simple, jeans teeshirt and a jacket Status: single Occupation: supernaturalist Special abilities: none Life Background: When Adelle was six months old her mother was killed by a demon, Her father devoted his life to finding the demon often leaving her with her uncle Bobby. On her 17th birthday her father was killed by something of the supernatural, to this day she still doesn't know for sure what killed him. Her uncle had been teaching her how to hunt while her dad was on hunts. She found out she was from a long line of hunters on both sides of her family tracing back to Samuel Colt. She left her uncles when she turned 19 and has been hunting ever since. Her brother and her had been hunting together until she turned 21 and he left to go on a job alone and didn't come back. She left to hunter on her own and met Chrissy Vandeveen, the two became friends and she started hunting with Chrissy. Apperance:
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