The Hunter Name - Rin Alder Nicknames - Rin Tin Tin (she'll kill you if you call her this) Gender - Female Age - 24 BDay - 1/20/89 - Aquarius/Snake Category - Moon
Personalities While Byr is somewhat timid and often questioning of Rin's actions, he is quick to defend her when she makes foolish mistakes. Either with emotional support she might quickly deny needing or by fiercely egging her on to swing him harder and faster.
Rin on her own can be very brutal and selfish when she feels the situation warrants it but in that same vein is quite outgoing and determined. Some might call her bitchy, but she would just retort by calling them weak. Despite this outward appearance though, she really DOES care about people and will do anything she can to protect them, ruthlessly.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter? For her, it was a better life. Far more meaningful and useful than working in a morgue. It was a peaceful but lonely existence but at least it was a paycheck. Taking the job though, she never could have guessed that it was here all this chaos would begin.
Rin had led a pretty normal hum drum life raised by her father until she found this job and moved out to live on her own. She had always aspired to be a scientist of some sort - mostly in medical or plant research. But she was never smart enough. Never had the time or the money to go to a better school. As time went on she realized all she could ever hope for was simply survival.
This was until s**t suddenly got real.
She had been working at her job for several months and things there had become entirely routine. She was starting to mop the floors when she could swear she saw a shadow shifting from the mop bucket. She simply figured it to be the dark dreary place getting to her so she kept at the task at hand. But unfortunately it only spiraled from there. Next came small skittering sounds she brushed off as mice or rats. But then voices soon followed, soft whispered pleas for her help. Whispers that abruptly turned to violent screams and massive shadows chasing after her clear to the front door and out it.
She checked herself into an asylum after that night, in hopes of protection from what she thought was herself. But all they could do was drug her and make her weak as it all just kept coming despite it. It wouldn't stop. Why wont it stop?
Weapon Ability Nurture - (The Chill) - Byr draws upon his natural FEAR to try and nurture his wielder to better health.
Physical Description
Eye Colour - Silver Hair - Long, Black, Wavy Skin - Pale, almost transparent in places. Clothing - She wears her coat over her black vest suit. Over both she wears a long green scarf. Extra - Has a long silver chain leading to a pocket. One might assume a pocket watch but the reality is it's a very handy pocket knife of her desummoned weapon. When summoned the chain slips from her pocket unconnected with anything.
References - This tattoo on her neck Hair and Skin Clothingis something like this only sleeveless, no tie, and it is somewhat of a low cut and may or may not be ruffled in some manner Weapon is the same shape as this(flat top) but much longer staff to it and engravings are more like stylized antlers - one "antler" to each blade on both sides.
Name - Byr Nicknames - Beer Type of Weapon - Pole-arm Type (Double-bladed Axe), desummons as her chained pocket knife. Former species of weapon -Jackalope Gender - Male
Byr can be a severe emotional drain. Often complaining or badgering Rin to discuss her feelings. He seems to get a kick out of making her wilt by reminding her over and over when she screws up and someone gets hurt as a result. The reality is he believes she puts it away quietly to eat at her from the inside out and believes he is doing her a favour by forcing her to face it.
Rin had avoided joining the others rather successfully. It wasn't that she was bothered by what had transpired moments earlier in the introduction room or that she was a lonely creeper. But rather, she was feeling overwhelmed. It wasn't every day you wake up defrosting inside a giant freezer after all.
Still. As she wandered down the halls, all the way to the back. She couldn't help but think along the way. Think about life, death and everything in between. Her memories weren't as good as the others it seemed. It felt like a thick haze she was trying miserably to cut through with a machete . Golems made so much more sense now. They didn't earlier. But, she was still certain someone able to pretend to kill an associate like that had to have more than just a few screws loose. Especially to do so with such... gusto? Yes. Gusto is the word for it.
Ah, finally. Here it was. Room one-hundred and ninety-nine. As far away as possible from her peers. She was certain she was going to see enough of them outside her room soon that this was sure to be her only oasis in a world of noise and chaos. She smiled fleetingly to herself as she opened the door and found her things already patiently awaiting her arrival. She went in and locked the door behind herself before sitting on the floor and starting on the first and largest bag. An ironing board and iron inside as well as several toiletries and supplies. Things she one by one laid out on the floor with care. These were things she was going to damn well need and she knew it. Seriously, where the hell was she going to find toothpaste and spray starch out here? ******** if she knew. This is exactly why she packed like she was possibly facing nuclear fallout.
Once she ensured everything was accounted for she carefully placed all the toiletries into a bag specifically aimed for bathroom use and then got up to figure out where to stash her first aid kit, cleaning supplies and ironing setup. Wasn't too hard at least to do. There was only like, two places in this room to choose from and the other was obviously intended for clothing which reminds her. Time to open the next bag which was nothing but clothes. Almost everything looked like a clone of what she was already wearing . Almost. The half a bazillion underwear and socks aside, there was a black knit sweater about five times too large for her own body. She held it up, admiring the big pink heart pattern knit into the chest of it before drawing it's entirety into a tight hug and nuzzling her face affectionately against the material. Her lucky sweater. She'll never go anywhere without you.
Hefting the whole thing up with her she pranced over to the bed and just flopped backwards onto its surface to gaze up at the ceiling while drawing several deep soothing breaths of it. Thoughts drifting again. She had come a long way. She used to be normal. She was sure she used to be normal anyway. The changes though. She hated them so much as they happened. She couldn't help that hatred though. It was too much and seemed like it happened all at once. Rapid change had a habit of causing her to just shut down but this. This was her one constant. The one thing in her life allowed to stay the same. To be stable. She huffed its essence again and rolled her eyes back thoughtfully. She chose this though. She chose this chaos. More than once. As much as chaotic change caused her mind to lock up from time to time, it really truly was good for her. This is good for her. She wasn't living life before. She was cowering, terrified, pissing herself over what she had become. But now? Now she could be proud of it. She was proud of it. Proud that she could see the evils others back home could not - and actually do something about them.
By this point she was grinning rather psychotically to herself while still gazing up at the ceiling before rolling over to place the sweater just below her pillow and dragging herself completely off the bed to stand. Back arched, shoulders back, chest out. Every line of her body held up with pride as she shouted out loud.
"I'M ******** READY!"
To no one in particular.
And with that she marched to her door, unlocked it, swung it open, marched out, locked it behind herself and began marching down the halls. All the way to the front she marched and then off she was to the Cove to earn the damn partner she deserved.
