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My character's name: Nicolas Carter
Give us a quick rundown of your character:
awkward yankee- he acts leery and tough but he’s kind of bad at it and gets taken by surprise really easily. sekritly he’s probably more of an introverted type but he wants to hang out with da cool kids.
irresponsible-- bad at dealing with serious situations/jokes around all the time and avoids responsibilities, also really lazy.
background stuff:
failed all his classes in school
raised by his grandparents
fyi aki and nico are rivals/partners and flair is nico’s cousin ‘ v’
Writing sample blurb: He rolled over and mumbled at the sound of pounding on his door; from the tinny yelling that was going on at the same time, it was probably Aki... but he had been having such a good nap, and his bed was so warm. He made a face and pressed a button on the phone lying next to his pillow.
A mission? Okay, so some power-that-was clearly did not want him to sleep today. Throwing his covers off somewhere onto the floor, he got to his feet and almost tripped over the sea of clothing scattered around his bed. He rubbed his eyes and with the other hand, picked up some of the clothes to throw over his mattress and clear a path.
“I’m coming!” he yelled a little too loudly as the pounding got louder and he thought his door would break down. He searched around on the floor to find some relatively unrumpled clothes and his jacket. Picking Vogel up from his hand, Nico walked out and closed the door quickly before anyone could see inside.
Age of character: 19
Gender of character: M
Faction: Sun
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: FLAMETHROWER named Vogel (flame demon)
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? No
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? Yes
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS. my/his body is ready pls be gentle

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My character's name: Gear
Give us a quick rundown of your character: - He's a little short and small teenage-wise so he gets a lot of ragging about his height. But otherwise, he's easy-going and a bit reserved, keeping to the sidelines kind of guy. He is often caught in the field-areas, playing soccer in some very .. creative ways, while training his reflexive physical skills. Cheerful and often shouting "Yahoo!" or "Booyah!" when something seems to go his way. If it's the other way, he's tipping his fedora hat low. Sometimes, he tends to be at the butt of jokes, often the one at the end, losing out or giving in to bets and dares he can't stay away from. Otherwise, he doesnt seem to stand out much, often taking the defender or some other obscure position. He makes a great roommate because of his out-going nature. Several key things about him are his always changing hats and scaves he loves to wear! He also likes tons of bracelets and piercings on his hands and ears.

Gear is obviously an alias but as of right now, he claims that it's his name. His old name isn't a closely kept secret, in fact, it's common knowledge for anyone who knew him before he became a hunter. When he took the name "Gear," he threw away his older name, "Duo." However, he refuses to be addressed by that name. He's a silent guy, never talking about his past but it's not hard to find out that his brother is deceased and plays a large part in his role of becoming a hunter. He makes no effort to hide his past neither does he make an effort to talk about it freely, if at all. In fact, there might be rumors that it's his brother's name instead. However, those are unconfirmed!

Writing sample blurb:

"A new mission.. huh." Gear laid on his bench, flipping his phone shut with a silent click. His ring brushed against the plastic, his head tipping back against the sweat-soaked towel around his neck. The white and yellow make-shift soccer ball rolled tiredly against his foot, one arm lifted up to drain the water bottle of it's last remaining drops. Shaking the bottle, a sigh escaped, upon realizing that the bottle was empty. His hunter gear sat at the bottom of the bench, a white pack stained with grass and mud and a cell phone that looked like it had been kicked a few times.

"Report in an hour. I guess that leaves me some time to practice and shower."

Throwing the towel back onto the bench, over his phone, he pulled the curve of his shirt to shake away some of the heat and sweat underneath, readying himself to launch the ball at the empty make-shift goal before him. His scarf flew in the wind behind him, unfurling from the fierce turn of his kick, the ball hitting the pole with a audible smack against the metal.

"I hope it's not a solo mission. Those get lonely."

As if playing alone or practicing alone wasn't bad enough.


Age of character: 19
Gender of character: M
Faction: Moon
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Healing bandages + a large offensive curved dagger.
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? YES
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? Nope!
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS

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My character's name: Serenade Daae
Give us a quick rundown of your character:

Ambitious :: When she was a little girl she wanted to be the queen of the world and since then very little has changed. Her aim in life is to be the best Hunter that has ever lived and there is no stopping her from becoming just that (at least in her eyes). She has truly dedicated her life to the hunt and would do anything to get stronger and to move up the ranks. Everyone has a goal, hers is a little more like an obsession... at times it seems like the only thing that matters to her.

Evasive :: She is that girl who always sits on her own at meal times and does not talk to anyone if she can help it. She did not become a hunter to make friends and sees socialising as a complete waste of time. She is more of an observer, she watches people and takes in information that she sees as important or valuable. In other words not many people notice her and even fewer can call her a friend, if any can at all. She is just one of those girls who has always been there but goes under the radar for the most part.

Narcissistic :: Serenade thinks she is better than you, Serenade thinks she is prettier than you and one day she will be incharge of you. If you can not except any of the above terms then you are an idiot in her books. Serenade watches out for Serenade and if she does not see a task as beneficial to her she will not take part in it.

Controlling :: Serenade has always felt the need to take command, be it in her missions or in her every day life. She often comes off as bossy and it is common believe that she thinks herself above everyone else (which is true). The fact is, she does not have any say in the orders her superiors give her so by controlling the little things she feels more secure about the fact that she is helpless when it comes to bigger issues.

She separates her skittles into colours and then eats them according to the order they appear on the rainbow. Enough said.

Writing sample blurb:

"What the hell?" Was all Serenade had to say to that as she looked at the message that had just been sent to her account.

This mission had been her life, she had poured countless hours of work into making sure every detail was perfect, she even dreamt about it every night since she got here... and now they wanted her to turn her back on it. She cursed under her breath and shut her communicator quite forcefully.

This had been a complete waste of time.

Long black hair fell over her shoulders and cracked in the wind like a whip as she headed back towards the temporary base that her squad had set up.

She knew this had to be important, they would not need her to return so urgently if not, but at the same time it bugged her that she would not be able to see this assignment through. Her comrades were already assembled inside. "There is a change of plans, we all need to report back to central, our current mission has been terminated." She stated in a authoritative voice. She might not have been a very social person but when it came to her work she had no problem with her voice being heard, it was the only time most people heard her speak at all.

Dark eyes looked around the room, observing the groans and the disappointed faces of the others. They seemed to like the idea of returning as much as she did, afterall they had put a lot of effort into their current objective aswell. She clenched her fist, not being able to keep her frustration buried. "That is enough! Now everyone get your things. I do not know what they want with us, but needing us so urgently only highlights its importance. We are heading back on the hour and I do not want to hear anymore complaints from any of you. Orders are orders, like it or not they must be obeyed." She stated clenching her weapons tightly before turning around to go and get ready for the journey back.

She had never left a mission half completed... this better be damn important.

Age of character: 20.
Gender of character: Female.
Faction: Mist.
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice:

o1. Twin Sword - Right. ( Offensive )
o2. Twin Sword - Left. ( Trap )

Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? Yes!
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? I have no existing character in TiH - ; u ;

I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS.

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My character's name: Pepper Jackson
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Persistent. Does as she's told. Prone to bouts of berserk rage.
Writing sample blurb: When she got the call, she was cleaning up after lunch. She remembered the kitchen was covered in bear's blood. It had a distinctive smell that was something like raw bacon mixed with the inside of an iron smith's.

Earlier that day, she had trained against a bear. She got overly excited and killed in in the heat of the moment. Not wanting all that meat to go to waste, she brought it into the kitchen, processed it, and invited some comrades over for a hot lunch. An army marches on its stomach, after all, and what were they if not soldiers fighting in this war?

She sighed and put the rag down on the counter. Trivial work like that could wait another day. If there was another day. She pulled on a bear's hide, double checked to make sure her urumi was around her waist, and headed outside.

She was ready.
Age of character: 30
Gender of character: F
Faction: Sun
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Offensive Urumi
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? Yes
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? No
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS.

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My character's name: Cecil B. Moore
Give us a quick rundown of your character: A smart young man with a passion for hot tits. Being short, asthmatic, myopic, and brattish, he comes across as a Jack-Russel-Terrier of young men.

Writing sample blurb:

Cecil leaned into the glow of the screen, grinning widely as he clicked. Yes... yes. yes. yes. Those photos were live, and *glorious* and just moments from being sent out across the Life Network. He might get in trouble but how would they know he was the one responsible? It was his duty to spread the wealth right? All alone in the labs, this was his favorite. He glanced to make sure the door was locked, his hand slowly lowering to-

His phone suddenly went off and he stopped, looking irritable. What?? He was busy! Oh. A new mission. Alriiiiight, fine.

With a huff, he threw himself back from his chair and trudged to the door. Fine. Fine. He saw how it was.

Time to get to work.

Age of character: 25 (physically looks about 15)
Gender of character: M
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear Hunter
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Fear Weapon: Codex, (Cody) the ex-frog-monster grappling gun.
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? No
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? Yes - Jerry would be 14 and living with his Grandmother, but they very well could have gone to New York for New Years.
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS.

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My character's name: Stephen Hicks

Give us a quick rundown of your character: - Stephen Hicks is a grouchy, efficient, twenty eight year old with the bitter mentality of a 68 year old. He's been in the war for far too long, because he's damn good at surviving whatever painful mission his team might get sent on next. He's not sure at this point if it's a good thing, and hates his superiors, his teammates, and the younger, less bitter hunters who he feels have yet to earn their place. But most of all, he hates Halloween, and that's why he still fights.

Writing sample blurb: Mysterious. Bloody hell.

Stephen's mouth stretched into a thin, pressed line as he nodded and began strapping on his utility belt, pulling on his boots, and preparing for another round of the long, stretched out fight. Chances are they were going to be dumped behind enemy lines again, or sent in to risk their lives while the higher ups played war in their little headquarters and tossed bodies left and right while drinking their bourbon. Stephen had lived through too many of these 'mysterious' missions already.

Beside him another hunter, this one a young, tender thing, began talking. Flapping his tongue with excitement. Although there was less than a decade between their ages, Stephen knew he was little more than a boy. A stupid greenhorn. He didn't say a word to the youngster in passing, just gave him a rough shove. It was enough to topple the kid over his chair.

Mysterious mission. Hell. That youngling would be safer just staying put.

Age of character: 28
Gender of character: M
Faction: Mist (Or Sun, if it needs members)
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Weighted Chains, one basic and one offensive.
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? (Still thinking)
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? No
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS.

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My character's name: Kieran Wilin
Give us a quick rundown of your character:
He’s quick to snap-to when given an assignment and seems to take things all too seriously sometimes, though it’s probably good to have someone that’s generally dependable around. It’s his job to make sure other people don’t wind up hurt and he is going to do that job. Unfortunately, he also worries about the other hunters like this and often seems to be telling them they’re doing something wrong (or not carefully enough) and generally getting involved in other people’s problems. When he gets told off for this, he tends to just respond with general grouchiness, and seldom bothers to explain that he was trying to help out of concern. Let them think he’s bossy if they want, too many hunters seem to perish for it to be true that anyone really knows what they’re doing… but he’s been around the block a bit by now and seems to think he knows better than some. The more missions he completes, the more people he sees getting hurt, the less he thinks that they’re capable of looking after themselves, the more he tries to ‘help’, the more he gets told to shove it, the more frustrated he gets, the more missions he jumps to volunteer for to try to make a difference, the more people he sees get hurt... He usually just seems to be grumpy most of the time, and tends to snap irritably at the people around him. He’s gotten a bit bitter at this point, and might seem a bit overboard on making sure he’s not forgetting anything and is properly prepared for whatever is happening... along with checking on everyone else of course. He might be starting to get almost obsessive about it, but not so bad he can’t drop everything and go if he has to. If he has to… after all a simple mistake, even the tiniest oversight, it could kill someone, being careful is a good thing. It is.

He was picked up three years ago in one of New York’s less reputable areas, and remains close-lipped about whatever it was that brought him into the hunters. Everyone has their own nightmares, no need to dig up his, and anyone who tries may actually get him to leave them alone as he gives them a cold shoulder. (It’s nothing particularly out of the usual for hunter stuff, he just takes it as being personal whatever it is, I didn’t really plan it because he never talks about it and it’s not important. I can come up with something if you like though.).

Writing sample blurb:
It was not unheard of to get a call while already out on a mission. Not unheard of, but not exactly usual. Which was precisely why he had been careful to silence his clunky phone, but his nature had him checking it as often as circumstances dictated was reasonable and safe, in case something happened. In case someone needed him elsewhere. No, to be contacted while on a mission was really not that strange, if not quite common. Being contacted while on a mission to be given a mission, which needed tending to right now was… well, it was definitely unusual. And he didn’t like it, not one whit, because, frankly, he was on a mission. They’d sent him just yesterday, and the importance of it had been stressed. Repeatedly, as usual, as though he ever failed to take a mission seriously...well there had been that one time but it was an honest mistake and he was still sorry for it, probably would always be sorry for it… Still, it had been emphasized enough to make him feel stressed, and he was no stranger to stressful situations, not anymore. He’d been here too long to lose his cool in a crisis, or he told himself. Somehow there was always something stressful about a mission though…

So. If there was another mission, then it had better be more important than one they’d already sent him on. Namely this one. If it wasn’t, well, then innocent people were going to suffer for a mistake of his superiors… which promised that his ‘superiors’ were going to get an earful. But what would that prove anyway? That he could have a tantrum? People could still be dead or worse, people who didn’t deserve the fate this world might have in store for them… No. No a ‘tantrum’ wouldn’t solve anything. If they were calling him in right now, they must have a reason. A really good one.

“Jus’ don’t see why they couldn’ be bothered to send it…” he muttered darkly as, counting again to be certain he’d retrieved the right number of daggers, he rose to his feet to start back to the base. Would it really kill them to add a few more words to just tell him what was going on? What was he supposed to be preparing for? How was he supposed to prepare for it if he didn’t know what it was?

Age of character: 25
Gender of character: Male
Faction: Mist (or Sun)
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Daggers, basic barrier and basic attack, he’s careful not to get them mixed up. Like really annoyingly careful.
Am I entering for a chance at a Hunter/ Hunter premade? No (a week or so I can do, and I’ve wanted to try being involved here for ages, but I’m sort of busy all over and couldn’t give a ‘real’ character proper attention right now. It’s not that this places isn’t awesome!)
Do I have an existing present-day Hunter which I would not mind bringing in for a cameo? No
I AGREE THAT BY POSTING THIS FORM I AM CREATING A DISPOSABLE THAT MAY DIE HORRIFICALLY TO THE WHIMS OF THE GMS. Yes, yes, yes~