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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:28 pm
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Male Hunter
{X}{X}{X}
☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Malcolm "The Archangel" Walker
☆age- - - Twenty-one...soon to be Twenty-two
☆birthday- - - December 13, 1991
☆species- - - Human
☆gender- - - Male
☆sexuality- - - Straight
☆theme- - - Our Life - Uttara Kuru
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Malcolm is quiet and reserved, and mostly due to his outer appearance people think he's cold-hearted from being too solitary. He can remain calm under heated situations, even massive brawling bar fights or being shot in the shoulder. Malcolm is very formal when it comes to greeting people and using proper English when speaking to others.
Malcolm is a very caring person, though he doesn't like to admit it or show it, even though it's a force of habit for him to help others and defend the weak. Though, his only flaw would have to be his temper, mostly when people he knows are in danger or innocents being in crossfire. He will risk his well-being to protect them. Malcolm is also very determined and won't quit till the job is done, considering him as a workaholic.
☆biography- - - Malcolm was born a cold winter morning , but while his little body was getting cleaned, his parents both left the hospital without a word. Thus, making making him an orphan. He suffered much as he grew up in the Queens Orphanage in New York, and most of his torments were being bullied by the older kids there as well as people making fun of his intellect. Malcolm at the age of six had an IQ of over 100, and the wardens in the orphanage considered him a prodigy, mostly in music and especially on the piano. It's for that talent that he got noticed by a Hunter, a Japanese man named, Keita.
Keita adopted Malcolm as his own son and took him to Japan that very day. Malcolm was overwhelmed of the beautiful country he now entered and was ready to explore it like any other curious child his age. Keita was pleased to see his new son enjoying the culture he grew up to, but the real reason Keita adopted Malcolm was to make him into a well-rounded hunter, he saw a certain potential in the young boy. As Malcolm grew older, Keita had already begun to train the boy about what it meant to be a hunter, after young Malcolm came back from a long day of school.
Malcolm became drawn to using a katana as his primary weapon, and his secondary was the bow and arrow. His love for the japanese culture grew as the days he began to train with Keita on Mt. Fuji or to a nearby park by their apartment. As Malcolm got to the age of seventeen, Keita realized that his son should meet the rest of the hunters as well, so they flew back to New York, eventually moving there as well. Malcolm had to finish high school in New York as well as getting used to the city. So every morning before school, he's free-run around the streets and the roofs the buildings or houses. Right now, Malcolm is now Twenty-one and tomorrow he'll be another year older and ready to take on theses cases since no one else would, and if some one else wishes to help, the more the merrier.
☆likes- - - Free-running, writing, playing piano, tea, taking naps on his futon, japanese food
☆dislikes- - - Chocolate, pickles, people getting hurt, writer's block, and feeling powerless
☆height- - - 6'1''
☆weight- - - 175
☆- - - the h e r o i n e/ h e r o
☆my love interest - - - Hmm..we'll see
☆behind this pretty face - - Created by ViViD Maestro; played by Ninja Zackeus
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:31 pm
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Female Hunter
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☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Mischief Lobovolk
☆age- - - Twenty One
☆birthday- - - 10/24/92
☆species- - - Lycan
☆gender- - - Female
☆sexuality- - - Straight
☆theme- - - The One You Feed, by Crown the Empire
(note: Her eyes are dark brown as a human, but as a wolf they are different)
Wolf
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Mischief is a very confident and headstrong young woman, constantly in need of adventure and knowledge. Highly inquisitive, she often finds herself in dangerous predicaments due to her overly curious disposition. Therefore, she has developed a sort of skill in getting herself out of said dangers. One occasion, she has been known to put herself into such situations on purpose to cure boredom. As her name suggests, she is a mischief maker.
She had quite the temper, especially when friends or family are involved. though told to learn how to control it, she never can seem to keep it capped completely. This is because of her strong love and compassion she feels towards most living things. She is very passionate about life, and will do almost anything to preserve it, in any form.
There is a part of her she cannot control however, and it only comes out on the full moon. It is the badness within her, the envy, anger, regret, arrogance. greed and sorrow. When it takes over, she is a raging monster, killing and consuming anything unless she is stopped. This part scares her, and when she knows the full moon is coming, she will run away and seclude herself until the nightmare is over.
☆biography- - - Mischief was born on a Cherokee reservation, growing up and learning the ways of her people. Her particular tribe however kept themselves secluded from the rest, with the exception of a few neighboring tribes. She never knew why, until her twelfth birthday. Her parents had told her that becoming twelve would be one of the biggest nights of her life.
That night, a celebration was thrown in her honor, and when the moon was high and bright, she felt something stir within her. It was hot! Blazing, and it wanted out. She let out a scream, echoed by the excited yips and howls of her tribe. They sounded more animalistic though, and soon, so did she. Her screams became howls, and when the noise subsided, she looked around her to see all types of wolves. She knew somehow that these were were fellow tribes men and women.
There was something wrong though. They did not seem as jubilant as before. They stood still, watching her. The chief, clearly so from his bold markings, came up to her and looked at her closely, his eyes flicking from one of her eyes to the other, back and forth. She looked at his, bright white and blue, like the moon. She looked at the others, all the same, only varying on the shade of blue. Some were a deep blue abyss, some half as white as the chief's some just as. She went to a pool of water and looked into her reflection. One of her eyes were a deep blue, almost a navy, and the other was a golden yellow, like the sun. "What does this mean?" she asked.
The chief was silent for a time, but when he spoke, he could not answer her question completely. First, he started with a story.
An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is
going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is
anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,
resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He
continued, “The other is good – his is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity,
humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth,
compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and
inside every other person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his
grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
"When a member of our tribe comes of age, an the beast is awoken within, we hold this ceremony to judge their character. We do so by seeing into their soul by the color of their eyes." Mischief sat, pulling her tail around her legs and listened intently, as did the rest of the pack. "Blue eyes signify a pure heart and soul, free of ill wishes and blood thirstiness. Yellow eyes signify hatred and a thirst for taking life. It seems you have not made up which of them to feed and which one to starve." This made Mischief nervous. "The usual custom for out clan who come of age with yellow eyes is a one year trial. If they can change the color of their eyes to blue before their next birthday, they may stay. If ttey fail, they are banished, for if they do not change, their eyes will become a tainted orange and finally red, stained with the blood and hatred they feed off of." And so Mischief's year of trial began. By her next birthday,, there was no change. One eye was still blue, and one was still yellow. The clan decided to give her one more year, as only one of her eyes was tainted. At her fourteenth birthday, no change had occurred, even though she had done her very best to change it to blue.
She was banished, but the cheif gave her one last hope. Because it was that she still had the goodness in her, if she somehow managed to change that yellow eye into blue, he would allow her back into the clan. Until then, she was on her own.
And so she is today, alone in world, trying to make herself a better person, but struggling. She seeks out to destroy the very evil she is trying to beat within her. She hunts down and slays the evil supernatural beings that plague the world, constantly on the move. Her travels have taken her from her home state of Colorado, all the way to New York. Currently, she has finished a lead and is sticking around the countryside and forests there, looking for her next target. She thinks she may have found one. The older hunters have copped out, so she has decided to take it on, with the help of anyone else who would want to.
As a preference, she remains as a human most of the time, but when traveling, she uses her wolf form to get around quickly through the wilderness.
☆likes- - - Mischief loves nature and all things living. She also enjoys reading, learning about other cultures and beliefs and comparing them to the ones she grew up on. She loves chicken, anything chicken, all things chicken. If it were up to her, she would eat nothing but chicken all day everyday, but as she is at least mostly human, she requires a varied diet.
☆dislikes- - - Mischief can not stand the full moon, as it causes her to loose control, and she believes it is that reason why her other eye has not turned blue. She tries so hard to keep it under control, but nothing seems to work. She dislikes the supernaturals that seek to cause harm to any living thing. She can stand some, being one herself, as long as they do o=not stray off the straight and narrow. As much as she protects them, she still has a resentment to humans, they way they treat each other and the environment bothers her, but she knows she cannot do much to change that. But she does what she can.
☆height- - - Five feet, Two inches.
☆weight- - - 130 pounds
☆- - - the h e r o i n e/ h e r o
☆my love interest - - - N/A for the moment.
☆behind this pretty face - - Kiyiya Sakura
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:33 pm
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The Ghost
x x x
☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Calin Anton Amanar
☆age- - - Twenty-five
☆birthday- - - November 15, 1513 (died in 153 cool
☆species- - - Ghost
☆gender- - - Male
☆sexuality- - - Straight
☆theme- - - Iron - Within Temptation
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Calin Amanar is an intelligent young man. He is very charming. He is able to persuade people to see his side. Determination fuels his actions, as he nearly always gets what he wants. He is not cold to the suffering of others. Yet, he is able to greatly distance himself from sympathizing. He views his actions to be righteous justice exerted on those deserving of it. He sees the entire human race as a whole being that has failed him from the start. Thus, he feels the need to purge them of their existence. He wants the earth to start afresh with a new race, created by himself. Calin possesses great maturity, but he can be very passionate. His passion prompts him to do awesome acts, most resulting in violence and death. However, he also has great patience. He can wait an eternity to be able to rid humanity.
☆biography- - - Born in 1531, Calin was the son of a young woman named Imani. Imani was a girl transported from Africa to serve a Translyvanian household. Naturally, she was a pretty girl, but she had nothing to her name than the title of "slave." The family that she worked for was a lordship. She toiled and served the family as best she could. Alas, she could never truly please them. Every time she entered a room, the members of the family looked upon her with great loathing. Whispers floated behind doors, many of which Imani heard. Others said she was dirty, a heathen! why was she even there? She was a disgrace to man! Perhaps she was of lower attention. Imani never spoke to these people, but she heard everything they said. It hurt her; she never responded to their words. One day Imani received attention from a wealthy European man. His mother and the man had a brief affair before they parted ways. The result of this union was Calin. With a son in her care, Imani's life was made more difficult. Regardless, she remained in high spirits for her son.
Throughout his life, Calin would experience extreme prejudice. His dark skin color and his African heritage set him apart from other people. To his face, other people ridiculed and mocked him. His mother taught him to bite his tongue and ignore it. Regardless, it built up a hateful and vengeful fire within him. When he was twelve, Calin got into a fight with a peasant's son. The son taunted Calin because of his heritage. Calin became angrier and angrier until he pointed a finger at the boy. Suddenly, the boy went flying into a house. The boy's bones were broken, but he was unharmed. At other times, Calin exhibited instances of moving objects and broken trinkets whenever he was upset. Sometimes he found chores to be done on their own. Unbeknowst to Calin, his father was a warlock. The man's power passed itself onto Calin. He did not know what was happening to him; he believed himself possessed by Satan. Really, his power had awakened at the onset of puberty.
Imani urged Calin to keep his power secret. Calin had no qualms about this. Indeed, he believed himself to be spawn of the Devil. At fifteen, a group of entertainers entered Transylvania. They visited and entertained the family of the lord. One of the group, an old man, heard of the strange details surrounding Calin's youth. The old man came to the boy and introduced himself as a warlock. At first, Calin was suspicious, but the man attempted to convince him. The old man performed a spell that turned a handful of straw into a bouquet of wildflowers. Calin realized that they were the real deal. He joined them and trained with them. Doing such, the young boy left his mother and the family he served to travel with the entertainers to perform magic tricks. The old man, his name Bartholomew, taught Calin the rules and the limitations of magical power. For ten years, Calin trained with this group.
Alas, Calin questioned forbidden things and teased into their depths. It was not long before he ventured into the dark arts. His mentor tried to shake him of the obsession, but his tries were to no avail. Calin's mind was full of rage and hate. He hated humans for the way they had treated him. His power grew as he formed his magic to the dark arts. Soon he began killing people to use their body parts in his dark ways. He returned to Transylvania and killed the lord's family. From there, he claimed the castle as his own.
Calin's goal was to create a new race, one better than humanity. His fellow warlocks tried to stop him, but he killed them and used their parts. His magic grew to tremendous heights. People were scared of Calin. His hatred fueled his power. Hunters battled the warlock and killed him. His body was burned and his spirit trapped within a Japanese puzzle box. This box was left inside his castle to rot for all time. The hunters erected a magical barrier around the castle. It was strong enough so that no one would accidentally stumble upon it. Only an exceptionally powerful warlock could undo the barrier. One day, a witch came across his box and released him. Since then, he has been killing hunters to satisfy his hatred and to teach the witch his dark arts. His first goal is to achieve a corporeal body. From there, Calin desires to create a new race to populate the earth. To do this, he would first destroy all of mankind.
☆likes- - - Magic, power, simplicity, the supernatural world, books, violence, and socialization.
☆dislikes- - - Rich people, hunters, the white-skinned, humanity, his human side, good people, and puzzle boxes.
☆height- - - 6"1
☆weight- - - 152 lbs.
☆- - - the h e r o i n e/ h e r o
☆my love interest - - - None
☆behind this pretty face - - Evoblack
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:34 pm
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The Witch
☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Willa Janai Brigant
☆age- - - Twenty Three
☆birthday- - - October 11th, 1732
☆species- - - a Witch
☆gender- - - female
☆sexuality- - - straight
☆theme- - - Down to the River to Pray
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Willa is a very unique type of person. She doesn't like people. She's lived a long life as a witch, and is very powerful. It takes a lot to make her smile, and it takes even more to get her to speak more than a few words at a time. She's silent most of the time, but if she doesn't like you, then you'll know. Even though Calin is her companion now, she still won't open up to him. She hasn't told him a single thing about her past. It's very hard to gain Willa's trust, it may take years for her to give it up. But there's something about Calin that Willa likes. She's learning from him, he's teaching her things that she wasn't even aware of.
☆biography- - - When Willa was born, her mother hid her away. The psychic in their village told the people that the next baby born was to be killed. If she wasn't killed, then she would grow into something awful. When Willa was born, she was hidden from the other witches. So instead of killing her as a newborn, the next day they killed another child that was born. After Willa's mother deemed it safe, she faked the child's birth all over again. Willa know all of this, because she remembers it. People are supposed to have no memories from that far back, but Willa remembers it all. There's something special about her. Her mother knew that, her mother even feared her a little. Years later, when Willa turned eighteen, hunters found her little village. Her entire village was slaughtered by these hunters. She managed to get away before they even knew she existed.
Now that she was completely alone, with no one to turn to she ended up traveling the world. Many supernaturals know of her, they whisper when she passes through but she pays them no mind. Some are even brave enough to come forward and invite her to join their community. She declines with the shake of her head and continues on though. In Transylvania where Willa had been staying for some time, she stumbled across a strong magical barrier. She knew since it was so strong, something or someone wanted no one to find whatever was inside. Going with her natural curiosity Willa lowered the barrier and explored the castle. There were many old objects that caught her attention, but there was one thing that really captivated her. A puzzle box. She kept it, and returned home once she was bored of the castle. For hours she sat in her small bedroom and played with the box. Finally it opened, and out came the one person that would change her life. Calin.
At first she feared him, she wanted nothing to do with him. He threatened her to be on his side, to join with him. She was skeptical, but once he explained himself, and he did it with such passion that Willa finally agreed. She liked his ideas, he too shared a hatred for hunters.
☆likes- - - Magic, Seclusion, the Abnormal, the Dark, the Unknown, Large Books.
☆dislikes- - - Hunters, Large Crowds, Small Spaces, Talking.
☆height- - - 5'6"
☆weight- - - 126 lbs.
☆- - - the h e r o i n e/ h e r o
☆my love interest - - - Love is for the weak.
☆behind this pretty face - - x CatastrophicHeartbreak
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