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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:39 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim My character's name: Lucas Drake Give us a quick rundown of your character: Battle-weary – He’s seen a lot, and he’s been through quite a bit. He does what he needs to do, but he’s no longer gung-ho about fighting. Pack-minded – he prefers to be with others, he’s seen far to many foolishly go off on their own thinking that they were too cool for school and get themselves killed, so he’d much rather be with a group Protective – Lucas is a bit protective of the youngin’s, aka any hunter he has more than a year or two on either in experience or age. The wider the gap, the more protective he feels toward them. He won’t outright say anything, but he’ll worry after them nonetheless. Especially those who seem gung-ho, or oblivious to the danger that they are in. Basic background – grew up on a farm, so he takes from that the knowledge that sometimes you have to put animals down for the good of the herd. He learned how to use a gun there while hunting, and uses those skills for the hunters. Writing sample blurb: Lucas looked down at the notification. Another new mission? With a grunt he pushed himself out of his chair and headed toward the door. He grabbed his shotgun on the way out, every time he dropped of a weapon to be charged he picked a new one up, having long since learned the consequences of not having a weapon handy. They don’t even give us time to heal these days, he thought idly to himself. It was true, his latest wounds had not yet faded into the white scars that spotted his body. In the hallway he noticed others beginning their preparations and immediately began scanning, not for a familiar face, or even a friend. Good friends weren’t worth it, it hurt too much to lose them. No he was looking for who he wanted to work with, mentally ticking off pros and cons in his head as he made his way to the new mission. Friendship was nice, but a good fighter by your side meant much more in the long run. Age of character: 28 Gender of character: Male Faction: Mist preferred, then Moon, shift me if needed though Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Shotgun with barrier abilities Beef Bandages (If possible, if I have to he’ll have regular old bandages) 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 Been there, done that
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:42 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Bradly "B-Rad" Reinmuth
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Bradly is blunt, and usually makes his opinion very well known. His confidence can be a bad or good thing on the battle field, either coming off as brave or downright stupid. With groups, he's usually loud, using that confidence to hit on women and but into serious conferences to listen in and throw in his viewpoint even if he doesn't know most of what is going on. He likes to be heard, and with a mouth like his, he will use his outside voice a lot more - and usually to one of his 'monsta beats'. However, he's all about his team, knowing that out of all the crazy situations he has been in, his group is blood tight, and he'll back them up as much as they have helped him in the past. Being younger, he's had plenty of the senior hunters drag his baggy-pants butt out of some very grim situations. When the situation isn't so life threatening, he's usually messing around and distracted with some rhyme or his tamogotchi.
Writing sample blurb: "All the fly hunnies up here splitting wings. Turning angels to demons, making them sing. All these monstas are my groupies, wanna rip me to bits. Burn their tongues, I'm on fire, they can't handle non-ah this!"
The superior officer, 12 year his senior, was rubbing his temples and wondered how much trouble he'd get for drinking on the job. Running his hand down his face, he looked over to the blonde who was bobbing his head and making what he could only guess was "music" in the weakest of terms. He just had ONE message. JUST ONE! "Bradly!"
The blonde stopped and wrinkled his noise as if he whiffed a sweaty jock strap. "Dang, man. It's B-Rad. You don't have to be formals with me. We're cool." He said, tapping a fist against his chest with as serious as expression as he could ofter.
A eyebrow rose before the boy was smacked over the head, knocking off his sideways baseball cap. "I said new mission. Stop messing around here and head off. We have to be in some desperate situation if we're calling you in this quickly."
"Hey, I'm a legit Hunter. I'm a mass weapon of destruction here. I'm dropping killer beats while dropping killer freaks." He gestured to all of himself and smiled, which only made the older Hunter want to find the biggest rock and do what the boy's mother should have taken care of at birth. Bradly knew that look, and decided whoever wanted him in such demand was going to get express delivery.
Age of character: 19
Gender of character: All Man, Baby! *Wiggles midsection*
Faction: Mist
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Baseball Bat (Dorin - Classic Vampire)
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. Yup.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 11:34 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Elaine Bolaire
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Emotionally Distant & Willing to Sacrifice for the Sake of Knowledge
Writing sample blurb:
Mission interrupted?
For a moment Elaine could only stare at her new orders in confusion didn't they realize her research here was important? She re-read the information trying to find some loophole that would allow her to stay put and finish her work. Sadly the orders were rather clear, she would have to abandon her precious research here to go to some unknown mission. Why all the mystery anyway? It wasn't as if she could say 'No thanks I'd rather not take that mission'.
She trembled a moment and slipped her new orders away neatly and moved to pack things up. Where her superiors told her go, she went, it was the only thing she couldn't question.
"I suppose they think I'm just cooling my heels here, relaxing, research is never appreciated until you can show results! They probably want me for some useless grungework! A menial task, a waste of my talent!"
She swept up her things and moved out, like it or not she had a new mission.
Age of character: 19
Gender of character: F
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Longbow
Weapon Name: Arina
Appearance: A black longbow with silver symbols of the moons cycles etched into it. Ammunition - 3 silver tipped arrows.
Creature Converted: Werewolf
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? 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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:25 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Mira Morales
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Apathetic and self-serving. She has degenerated over the years from being a team player to caring for only herself. This is because she had watched many of her friends die and she wants to avoid any future attachment.
Writing sample blurb: Mira sat on the side of her bed, still clad in the panties and tank top she slept in the night before. She ran her hand over the back of her neck and cursed softly. They had woke her up with the news. Another mission and she had to be ready soon. The missions seemed to blur together lately or maybe she just didn't give a s**t anymore. The least they could do was given her bruises time to heal though they had at least faded to a godawful yellow shade.
She really didn't want to pack. Hell, she didn't even want to get off the bed. She found it harder to motivate herself with every new mission. She wasn't sure she cared anymore. She should have been married by now and having her second or third child. As a Hunter, she couldn't even maintain a healthy social life. She was always training, always trying to be a better soldier. At least that's what she had told herself all those years. She wondered if she would have had a happier life had she not been recruited.
"I'm getting so sick of this s**t," she whispered, finally pushing herself off the bed and towards the small bathroom adjoining her room. She needed a shower. A nice, hot, long shower. Then she would pack and meet up with the others. She used to have so much energy for this, used to get so excited whenever a mission order came in. That changed when her friends started dying one after another, a normal occurrence in her division.
Age of character: 29
Gender of character: F
Faction: Sun
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Silverfang, a simple silver machete with a blood red handle, converted from a vampire.
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:09 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Taylor Anderson / Andy
Give us a quick rundown of your character: A bit of a cynic, but also hopelessly sentimental. Andy's of the opinion that fighting Halloween isn't practical, but that doesn't mean it's pointless; any little bit of struggle is still a step forwards.
She's openly emotional about things (sometimes to the point of instability?), and it doesn't matter how many of her friends have died, she's going to bawl for weeks over all of them, thank you very much. As much as it hurts, she's pretty resolute about not ever closing her heart up; she will care about you, and if you die, that's one more reason to fight against Halloween. Besides, it feels cowardly to avoid pain, amongst other things. Everyone's leading tough lives, and taking away things like love and happiness- and even sadness, because you can't know happiness without sadness- makes it somehow more pitiful.
Andy's not going to let her feelings interfere with missions, though, at least as much as she possibly can; whether she hates you or not she'll work with you, but if she loves you that's a different story- she's not going to leave you behind ever, and she's going to protect you or back you up if you need it, even if that possibly jeopardises the mission.
Writing sample blurb: "Another one?" Andy let the binoculars fall as she turned back. Headquarters had requested assistance just days ago, and they'd chosen two hunters to dispatch then. There hadn't been much information, but the two city kids, Dany and Willow, who were sick of the jungle outpost, had volunteered, and Andy thought that would've been the end of it.
"Looks like it's a large-scale operation. We're vacating this place for a while."
"Yessir~"
After months of living here Andy had gotten used to it. This was more home to her than her studio apartment or her dorm on the island had been, even if she'd had to share a room with ten other people and sleep on a bunk. It still felt more personal, more hers. Departure through the portal was scheduled for two hours later, and Andy lay on her creaky top bunk, writing in her diary. Everyone else was packing, but truth be told, she had every intention of coming back after that mission was over. Slipping the journal under her pillow, she went back outside with the binoculars. Technically, watch duty didn't end until the next hour..
Age of character: 19/20
Gender of character: F
Faction: Death
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Butterfly knives, offensive
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? REINE WAS LIKE 6YO LOL but why not !!
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:51 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim My character's name: Veronica Teagan, but she goes soley by Teagan Give us a quick rundown of your character: - Before Teagan was recruited she was a pretty happy person, she had her down days, but overall generally happy. Four years of being a Hunter beat all the happiness out of her. Having seen comrades die in front of her, and almost dying herself she doesn't have room for happiness. Her entire focus is on staying alive and keeping others alive. She's a very serious person, and usually comes off as cold and distant. She doesn't have time to play games, or joke around, there's a mission to be completed. Writing sample blurb: (I uh got a little carried away, woops) The messenger came in the middle of the night. It wasn't the way things were normally done, but the matter was urgent. They needed her now. Even still the messenger didn't move to wake Teagan immediately. She had heard rumours that the Hunter was volatile and she wasn't looking forward to a verbal beating.
For all the rumours of Teagan's violent side the twenty-four year old looked quite harmless in that moment. She was lying face down on a simple cot positioned just under a locked window. The cot was on the opposite side of the room from the others, and it was obvious that the Hunter had moved it herself. She didn't reveal the reason for the move, but once could surmise that since the window coverings were pulled back allowing the moonlight to spill onto the cot it was because the Hunter had some aversion to the dark.
The moonlight wasn't much, but it was enough to illuminate Teagan's body, her right arm curled under her pillow while her left sprawled off the side of the cot, fingers almost touching the wooden floor. She was pale, almost too pale, but it was hard to tell if that was from the quality of the light, or because her ink black hair just made her look all the more pale. The black tank-top she was wearing didn't help, the thin straps creating harsh lines against her shoulders. It was almost easy to mess the lighter lines that crisscrossed over her skin, but upon closer inspection it was obvious that nearly every inch of the Hunter's back was scarred, with any expanse of smooth skin being the exception instead of the rule.
All the scarring on her back couldn't compare with what was left of her left hip and shoulder, both were covered in old scars, as well as lesser scars that went from the left side of her chest down her waist. It was obvious that at one time the woman had the unlucky experience to be dragged across some sort of gravel for some length of time. Her left arm and even down to her fingers showed more proof of this, the first joint of her pinky finger was completely missing and her ring finger was bent slightly at an awkward angle. It was impossible to tell if there was scarring on her leg as well to match the rest of her body because of the sheet that was pulled up to her hips, but it was safe to assume that there was.
Outside the soft hooting of an owl broke the silence, and whatever spell that seemed to be keeping the messenger in her place. A step was taken forwards, the floorboard creeping ever so slightly. Even as her mouth opened to attempt to wake the Hunter she found herself with a dagger in her face.
The moment the floor creaked Teagan had been awake, she was a light sleeper and even inside the outpost she was a bit paranoid about sleeping. All Hunter's had to sleep, but sleep made you vulnerable and Teagan wasn't one to put herself in vulnerable positions. Faster than would be thought possible for someone who looked like they were in the deepest throes of sleep the Hunter was on her feet and surrounded by falling down feathers. The feathers had come from what used to be her pillow when her hand snapped out from under it and pointed the katar she was holding straight at the messenger. The dagger had caught on the fabric and ripped the pillow open on the way out and somewhere in her subconscious Teagan cursed. That was the third pillow she ruined in a month.
Her conscious mind didn't have room to deal with the loss of a pillow and completely ignoring the feathers settling on her and the floor narrowed olive green eyes stared at the messenger. Once it settled in to her mind that this wasn't an unknown assailant come for her she relaxed ever so slightly. The arm holding her katar lowered (she could hear the messenger's sigh of relief) and the weapon was set on the small wooden nightstand next to the cot, where the weapon was supposed to be housed overnight.
”What?” Her voice was clipped, she didn't do small talk.
For a moment the messenger was silent, caught staring at the Hunter's face. The woman hadn't been facing her when she was asleep and so the scarred mess that was Teagan's face was a shock. The Hunter had been pretty once, maybe even beautiful, but while the high cheek bones and angular cheeks were still there it was hard to notice them. What was easily noticeable was the hash mark of scars that covered the left side of her face from temple to chin, the gravel hadn't been kind. The right side of her face didn't fair much better, three parallel lines ran diagonally across her eye, something had taken a swipe at her and int was a miracle she didn't lose the eye. The rest of her face had several faded lines scattered over it, but it was hard to tell what may have caused those.
As the messenger stared Teagan sighed impatient, she was used to such a reaction but it didn't mean she had to tolerate it. Lifting a hand she snapped her fingers right in front of the messenger's face watching her jump. ”Give me the damn message, or did you wake me up just to waste my time?”
Without a word the nervous girl fumbled with a folded slip of paper and shoved it into Teagan's hands. She then hovered uncertain whether to escape the obviously unhappy Hunter or to wait for a reply message.
The haggard woman took the paper with her right hand and unfolded it, eyes reading the words quickly. Another mission? She read it again, looking for details that could be hidden in the message, but no, it was just an incredibly simple message bearing no details or specifics of what or why she was being transferred. The sound of a throat being cleared brought Teagan's attention back to the messenger and she scowled. ”Leave.”
She didn't watch the girl flee the room, instead she turned her attention back on the letter reading it several times. Once she had memorized the contents she sat on the edge of her cot and slid the door of the nightstand open. Removing a lighter she transferred the note to her left hand, and held it in front of her as she ran the flame along the bottom of the paper. The paper quickly caught and she watched as the fire destroyed it. When it was nearly gone she dropped it the last scrap of paper curling in on itself as the fire burned itself out lacking anymore fuel.
Her uninjured hand lifted to her face and Teagan pushed whispy black strands of hair out of her face. Her long locks were the only vanity she allowed herself. While on a mission she kept them coiled tightly against her head, but now they were tied back in a loose ponytail. When the tickling hair was dealt with she thought of more important things.
In the beginning the news of an unknown mission would have excited her, she had been green and naïve. Now the thought of this mystery mission just worried her. A hand reached into the nightstand once more this time pulling out a carton of cigarettes. She wasn't all that worried about lung cancer, she was sure something more dangerous would kill her long before her smoking did. Lighting the cigarette she took a long drag and exhaled slowly the nicotine calming her nerves slightly.
Five minutes later the cigarette was rubbed out and remains were left on the nightstand. Teagan was ready, she didn't have any idea what was going to happen to her, but she'd face it head on and in the end she'd come out on top. Or at least that was the plan. Age of character: 24 Gender of character: F Faction: Moon Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: A barrier katar, and a set of bandages 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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:43 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Marshall Reed
Give us a quick rundown of your character:
+: Kind-hearted - Marshall doesn't like to see anyone hurting or in trouble. If you need a hand, he'll stop to help, anytime.
+/-: Stubborn - Marshall hates leaving anything unfinished, from big missions right on down to tiny personal issues. While this means that he'll see a job through to the bitter end and pull out all the stops to ensure something's been done, it also means that no dead horse goes unbeaten, and he has a bad habit of obsessing over trivial details.
-: Bitter - When Marshall first became a Hunter, he threw his whole heart and soul into it. Then, as he completed his training and was assigned missions, he watched his friends and allies dying around him, with little he could do to protect them. He hates that he cares, hates that he's survived, but can't bring himself to die just yet.
Writing sample blurb: The message had interrupted Marsh's nap. Well, it wasn't technically a nap; he was still conscious enough to peel an eye open and check all the screens around him to see which one the beeping was coming from. The main one, as it happened. He opened the mail and read it.
"Great, another one. I just love it when they don't even tell me what the hell we're doing next. Love it." He tapped out a reply and got up, groaning. "I'm way too young to be this creaky. Hey, princess, we're getting out of the Arctic, you can throw a goddamn party."
Miyako let him know in no uncertain terms that while she had no intention of throwing a party, she was pleased that they were going to be leaving the outpost. She disliked yetis intensely. They were horrible, filthy, common beasts whose FEAR tasted of animal.
"And yet you eat them anyway."
Miyako huffed. Even royalty must eat sometimes, she informed him primly. He should really be locating and packing what few belongings he kept rather than attempting to insult her. At least he could not lose her, though she suspected that that fact was due more to her own care rather than his astonishing skill with misplacing various items.
Age of character: 19
Gender of character: M
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Miyako/Whip (Cat-o-nine-tails)/Kitsune - While Miyako often tried to defy her Hunter when they first bonded, she has come to pity and care for him over the four years of their bond. She gives her healing Fear almost without regret at his request.
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 - Jordan would have been 9 at this point
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:51 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim My character's name: Juna Hart Give us a quick rundown of your character: She is a action first talk later kind of person. So she will always go into a fight swinging befor she realizes it might not have been a good idea. She is very witty. She will have so many snappy comebacks to whatever you say, and is the kind of person that is always the finisher with it, as she will leave you standing there wondering what you should have said at the end. Movie Mogul: Comnig from the human world she has watched a lot of television. She can easily quote lines from movies that apply to the situation she is in. Writing sample blurb: The fighting was heavy for her. She fell back behind a log and held her shoulder, which had just been hit. Damn, it was an ambush, she was sure it. Besides what else would four monsters playing poker be doing. Then she got a quick call on her clunker of a cell. They needed her elsewhere. Oh well, she had pretty much botched this mission as it was. She did a few flips across the floor and found her exit point. She had no idea why they called her to a mission where she had no idea what would happen. Oh well. At least she was out of the fire of the last mission. She grabbed her throwing knives and went confidently on to her new mission. Age of character: 17 Gender of character: F Faction: Sun Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: 2 Guns (offensive), she rotates between having them attached to her boots and holding them, was once an unseelie fae that.Sometimes it only lets her use 2 of her guns, and usually its random which one work. (yes im sorta kinda stealing this from Bayonetta, but I think its awesome and I think its a differently style gun used anyways and since i like bayonetta a lot if you check out this post and scroll to the first image of guns I like the middle right one) 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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:55 am
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Seth Grayson
Give us a quick rundown of your character:
Seth is a very dependable person and would do anything he could for others. At times when really focused on his task, he can be a little scatter brained to make sure nothing wrong happens. He has learned the hard way to not to get too attached to anyone person, since he has seen a lot of death of comrades. Seth actuality enjoys any pain he receives as it keeps him grounded to his goals of the need to get rid of the Halloween creatures and to why he became a Hunter and has a good number of scars to prove it.
Writing sample blurb:
Watching out over the jungle from his high vantage point and he was going to make sure that nothing got past his watch, he would never let it happen. Hearing a soft noise Seth quickly grabbed the bonculars that were sitting next to him. Looking through them to see what the sound might have been and then he heard it again. Still searching to find nothing out of the ordinary and then it dawned on him that it was his phone that was making the sound he was hearing.
Feeling stupid he took out his phone to see that he was getting a new mysterious mission. He didn’t care one bit that there was no information about what it was all about. All that matter to him that there were others out there that needed his help. Getting excited too that there might be a little more excitement there than there was here right this second. Seth might have liked his outpost job but today it was way to boring for his own tastes and wanted to have some action. Seth quickly grabbing his gear and headed out for this new mission as it sounded so exciting.
Age of character: 19
Gender of character: M
Faction: Moon, but I total be ok if having to shift.
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Simple Runic Machete, offensive and bandages
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! Tori would be 12 in this time frame.
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:01 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Andrew Wickett
Give us a quick rundown of your character: An unpleasant, stoic, portly man. Shy around women. Matter-of-fact. He likes things to be tidy, and keeps track of his own and other people's business fastidiously. He likes details. He wears bland ties. He is boring, when he is not being creepy. And he can be very creepy.
Writing sample blurb:
Wickett tabbed through the various articles analyzing the virtual apocalyptic panic. The Y2K bug. Most sensible people scoffed at the technical credulity, but there was...a lot of fear out there. Fear on a large scale. Fear of the millennium turning over, recommendations to stock up on batteries, food supplies. Just to be safe.
If not outright panic, there was a widespread malaise, and with it, who knew? Who knew if enough Fear about the the end of the world would become...self-fulfilling.
He did not have any extraneous morbid interest in the subject. He constructed a mental map, the same way he would if he was going over recipes for a meal. ...New Years, he remembered. He didn't have anything planned, barring a catastrophe. If there was time, he had some biscuits and soft cheeses saved. Mr. Moore might have squirreled away some champagne. There was still a chance, for once, of a quiet evening. If not exactly New Years, perhaps afterwards.
When he got the text, his eyebrows raised slightly. Of course. Without hurrying, he cleared the History, deleted files, closed the tabs, and logged off of the account he had been using. The notebook he had been keeping facts of interest in went into his shirt pocket. His coat, while clean, needed pressing.
He still had that recipe for the Fruit and Nut Chèvre spread. Maybe the New Year would be a herald for something besides fear.
Age of character: 29
Gender of character: M
Faction: Death
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Bladed Throwing Cards, Blue Deck. (Barrier Daggers) Bladed Throwing Cards, Red Deck. (Torch)
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.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:10 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Julien Bond
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Julien is a typically self centered individual except where it comes to one person (Mya Jones). He's dramatic, and loves to be the center of attention. He loves to give things his personal flair, and most things in life just aren't good enough for him. He doesn't care about you, your feelings, or your thoughts unless you'd like to compliment him or his girlfriend. Then he's all ears. He is deadly loyal only to one person besides himself (Mya) and he won't even think twice about stabbing you in the back given the chance. It's him, himself, and Mya for all he's concerned.
Writing sample blurb: Mystery was the spice of life as far as Julien was concerned. Daily routine bored him, and often he felt the need to try and spice things up. Which typically didn't end well as far as his superiors where concerned (not that Julien cared what they thought). He was excited about this new mysterious mission and hoping for the best. Maybe one thing would lead to another and they would see his greatness for what it really was. Then maybe Mya and him could go off on a vacation somewhere and just enjoy themselves. Ah, the maybes of life.
He checked himself in the mirror to make sure things were perfect for his inspection. Blonde hair perfectly slicked down and parted towards the side. White jacket pressed neatly and buttoned all the way up to match the white pants he wore. His scarf was wound around his neck, black as the one Mya wore. Black gloves, black shoes, everything polished perfectly. A simple rose tucked into the breast pocket. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Julien was ready and he made his way out to this new mission with a brisk pace. What a perfect morning for this possibly perfect day!
Age of character: 27
Gender of character: M
Faction: Sun
Runic or Fear Hunter? Fear
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: A vampiric sword named Robert.
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:05 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Romaya Jones (Nickname: Mya)
Give us a quick rundown of your character: - Mya is a battle hardened b***h that cares nothing for anybody but herself and her boyfriend, Julien Bond. You would think that being a healer she might have a little bit of compassion, but this is just not the case. Yes she will do her job, but she will not do it with a smile and a kind word. She's more likely to yell at anybody stupid enough to get themselves injured in the first place. After all the things she's seen, and all of the death she's witnessed, she just could not give less of a s**t.
When it comes to Julien, however, she's a bit different. He's been with her since day one of this journey, and he is the only thing that matters to her anymore. Without him, she wouldn't be able to continue. He is her rock, her other half. They have always had each others back, and she would have his until her dying breath.
Writing sample blurb:
She walked with a brisk pace away from her superiors office, having just gotten information on some new mission she was to be sent on. Her dark shoulder length hair bounced as she walked, her heels clipping against the hard floor and her jacket and black scarf flaring behind her. Her eyes were dark, her face set in a scowl.
She had been alone in her room, trying to have a nice long sleep after returning in the wee hours of the morning from her last assignment when she received the message to report immediately to her leaders office. She was had been tired, and more then a little snarly. Getting herself presentable had taken but little time. She didn't bother with makeup, and she always kept her uniform clean, crisp, and ready.
The meeting itself had not gone over well. It wasn't the fact that she was on a new mission, it was the fact that she had to leave now. Right now, after only a couple short hours of sleep and not being able to check in on Julien, whom they were suddenly allowing her less and less time with. They had been keeping them apart on nearly every mission they were sent on. She couldn't understand it! They always worked so well together...
Oh well. time to dwell on all of that later, after this mysterious new mission was over and done with.
Getting herself presentable had taken but little time. She didn't bother with makeup, and she always kept her uniform clean, crisp, and ready.
Age of character: 26
Gender of character: F
Faction: Moon plz.
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Dagger-Barrier
Bandages-Heal
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:39 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Mark
Give us a quick rundown of your character: - Both dutiful and spontaneous, Mark's sometimes confusing creativity comes out both in and out of battle. He's also dishonest: Mark's always been a bit of a compulsive liar and exaggerator, not even to make himself sound better, but merely to always keep people interested in him and his tall tales despite having little other reason for them to be.
For that same reason he keeps up stoic but humorous front to almost everything the Hunters encounter. But there are hard times, things go wrong, people die, and every Hunter they lay to rest still surprises him on a level. He's been assured that one day he will grow jaded to all of it, and he thinks that day can't come soon enough.
Writing sample blurb:
Mark was spending a final few minutes pulling on his uniform and combing his hair in front of the dingy mirror in the outpost. He ran a few fingers along the stubble of his beard but ended up shrugging in mock defeat and giving his reflection a small smirk. He'd just have to go handsomely rugged for this mission, they left him no choice really!
The rumors spread after the announcement like an ocean swell following its crest, and Mark was the lucky surfer who'd been waiting his whole life for the big wave. Not one of the rumors he'd heard so far remotely resembled any of the others. Well, he had started at least two of the ones that had come around back to him already.
This new mission was a mystery. He liked mystery. Oh, how he liked it.
Age of character: 23
Gender of character:M
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: Dual wielding Runic Torches (so torches x2)
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:00 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
My character's name: Stacie Leigh (or call her Cie. It just sounds like "C" so that is good too.)
Give us a quick rundown of your character: Stacie is here for the party. She thinks that life should never have a dull moment, and it's very evident in her day-to-day plans. When there's a mission, she is excited for the action; when she has some time off, she's busy socializing and party-hunting. None of her activities are ever productive, missions aside, because there's no time in life for all of that boring stuff. Thus, everything around her is in an inevitable state of disorganization and chaos, and she likes it that way.
She never meets a stranger, and very rarely makes enemies if she has any choice in the matter. Drama is totally uncool when you could be pal-ing it up instead. She prides herself in being the person who is fun to be around, but as her friend, you'll have to be willing to take risks: she's pushy in getting people to do things that she thinks would be entertaining.
The greatest downside to being around her (unless you're an introvert, in which case she'd be sucking the life out of you all the time) is that she seems to be incapable of telling the truth. Even when retelling an event that you were around for, she embellishes and puts in crazy things that definitely never happened.
Writing sample blurb:
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching her comfortable bed was not a welcome one. She was sprawled from corner to corner, cocooned in the sheets and comforter as if emerging from her drunken stupor the next morning would actually metamorphosize her into a better person.
Yeah ******** right.
"Get up." A shake to her face. Who would even do something like that? Groaning, she tried to kick towards her humanoid alarm clock, but tumbled out of bed instead. Well, she was up, at least.
"Whassafordude?" she slurred, taking on the tedious job of unraveling the blankets.
"Get packed. New mission," came the response. Her comrade was already on the way back out, and she hadn't even properly bugged him yet!
"Of?"
"No word. Just get packed."
The slamming of her door just barely masked the groan in response, but produced a new one on its own. People should know to not make loud noises at her in the morning! This was so bunk, anyway. Taking her away from the comfortable night life here, just when she was starting to get in for free? Stacie was far more upset about that than the fact that she didn't have a damn clue what was happening.
She stepped out of her shorts and back into them again, fixing the small problem of having them on backwards, and shuffled to find a phone. Her hair looked like a squirrel nest on one side, there was an earring and a tiny martini sword tangled into the other, and it appeared that someone with glittery lipstick had fervently made out with her nose, but that could be tended to later.
Seeing if Mark and Selena were also assigned to this mission held precedence. Maybe they had something juicy.
Age of character: 22
Gender of character: Female
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: My preference would resemble a ribbon dancer thing except a stick with heavy barbed wire attached instead of stick + ribbon, with weighted chains mechanic, and brightly colored cloth ribbons as bandages.
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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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:31 pm
exclaim I WOULD LIKE TO SIGN UP FOR 12.31.1999 exclaim
This is a PROXY ENTRY for unstartled witch
My character's name: Selena Francesca Melissa von Petra
Give us a quick rundown of your character:
* Deadpan - She's got a very British sense of humor-- Selena's face shows little expression, with the exception of an eyebrow lift or two, or a quirk of the lips. A drawl, slow and luxurious, as she points out whatever nitpicky flaw she decides to hone in on-- made up or otherwise. Making her laugh is a chore, but making her mad is equally difficult. The only way to get her amused is to ensure that your conversation is NOT run of the mill.
Take her off guard, and she'll appreciate you for it a great deal.
* Apathetic - As mentioned above, Selena can definitely be hard to please and hard to motivate. She's not cold by any means, but in terms of working...she kind of only wants to try as hard as she abbsolutely has to. A lazy sloth if she can get away with it, and a begrudging hardworker if she's bribed. ...Maybe. If she freaking has to, god. GOD. FINE. SHUT UP, MARK AND C, IF YOU INSIST.
OR....if there's a chance to prank.
* Trickster - Selena loves to ******** with people. It's one of the few things that, well...it doesn't get her EXCITED per say, but as C and Mark always tell her, it's about as good as it gets. It comes less in the form of practical jokes, but more sly subversions. She's claimed to be her own twin or tripet before, given that she has three names, and has changed her appearance/outfits to match. She's encouraged the antics of C and Mark, if only by agreeing with them through the omission of facts.
She's not really going to LIE to you. Selena (or Francesca, or Melissa) will just bend the truth until she can best apply it to her own needs.
(Though she doesn't like the normal japery, she won't fail to laugh at a well played stunt. Exception to the deadpan.)
Writing sample blurb:
Selena flicked her hair lazily, resting against the bar. Today she was Melissa, with gleaming violet hair and hazy golden eyes. It was easy to assume the identity: female, late twenties, laid back and confident. Melissa was no separate being; just an emphasized aspect of herself. She lost herself in the crowd, letting the buzzing ambience of so many people wash over her. On the hunter's isle, the population was significantly smaller-- no thrum in the night of traffic and people outside of her shared apartment, no emergency sirens at 4am.
Now Selena lived on a quiet island, with but a handful of other souls that were as ******** up as she was. Everything was far too much work for the benefits provided-- Selena wielded two barrier guns, each precious bullet in the barrel an attack stopping shield. She lived where it was better to train and train and train some more before taking a step back to breathe a little.
In fact, stepping down your game at all was so heavily frowned upon that she couldn't even deal with the oppressive nature of the place, nine days out of ten. The life hunter got through life with clipped tones and sharp jabs tossed out between blows in a spar or lectures at school.
But now?
Now she was on a little bit of leave, and it was beautiful. Selena swayed with the crowd, migrating away from them and towards the door, pining for fresh air and a view of the living, breathing sea that was the club.
It wasn't ten seconds after she stepped outside that her special phone rang-- and with it, Selena groaned.
"Selena Francesca Melissa von Petra reporting," she drawled, a clipped Spanish accent that she associated with Melissa rolled forth from her lips, even as Selena navigated to an empty alley.
"What do you mean, drop everything?" she muttered, gloved hand covering the phone so that her voice wouldn't go through. Uncovering it, she nodded her assent even as she spoke.
"Understood. New York City, Times Square, twenty two hundred hours. Selena over."
Hanging up, Selena snarled, hands curling around the phone with a frightening grip.
The big apple for a mission. Mission meant work. Work meant interrupting her leave that had started less than twenty hours ago-- and she was informed that there was a plane ticket waiting for her back in the hotel room, booked on a redeye.
The things she did for her brother and his compadre.
Age of character: 22
Gender of character: Female
Faction: Life
Runic or Fear Hunter? Runic
Runic/ Fear weapon of choice: 2x barrier guns
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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