The Basics Name: Trinity Trent Age: 26 Gender: Female Species: Human
On-Hand Daily clothing:
Weapon:
Equipment:
, 3 vials of holy water, 2 stakes,
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Extra clothing:
Elementals and Abilities Elementals: Psychic and Water Abilities: Able to Control and Manipulate Water, Able to Create Water, Able to Read Minds
Companions:
Biography:
Trinity was able to read minds at a young age. This presented problems at school whenever she pointed out the fact the teacher was thinking of her next drink after watching the "demon children," or telling the principal he was planning on cheating on his wife.
Her parents grew worried year after year. Trinity never thought she did anything wrong, she assumed everyone knew what was going on. Her parents had no choice and took her out of school. It was hard, but they enrolled her in a private school, much to Trinity's dismay. It was shortly after this that her mother was killed. A "car accident" the reports said, but her body could not be found at the crash site. Trinity felt weird disturbances after that and walled herself in her room. She didn't eat, didn't sleep, and didn't interact with the children. Her father, nearing depression himself, didn't want to deal with it anymore and sent her to foster care.
After moving from one horrible house to the other, dealing with drug users and angry parents, Trinity finally found a home with the Trents. Unknown to her, Casey and Derril Trent were demon hunters. Trinity, trying her best to be normal so she wouldn't be abandoned again, never read her new parents minds. Instead she remained a perfectly normal girl up until she was 16. As an act of teenage rebellion when she was denied a party invitation, she read her parents minds and found out the truth.
She ran away shortly after and found herself face to face with a vampire. She fought it off as best she could, but as it was about to bite her, it hissed and evaporated. She saw her father standing behind it as it went to ash. He didn't say a word to her, instead he gave her a nod and took her hand and walked her home.
They sat her down and explained what they did and why they did it. They wanted to keep the world safe from the dark forces. They asked about her mind reading power and Trinity explained. They were silent the whole time, answering question after question. Finally, they decided they couldn't keep Trinity there anymore, for her own safety. Trinity begged, she wanted to stay, she wanted to help. She wanted to become a demon hunter.
Her parents were skeptical, but they saw the sincerity in her eyes. So they trained her and worked her. There were hard days, there were tireless days, but Trinity remained strong. They showed their own abilities, fire and water. Trinity wanted to expand her knowledge and tried to perform her own magic. After weeks of intense training, Trinity was able to control water and form it, like her father Derril.
When Trinity was 19 she said she wanted to go out on her own. She had participated in battles before and continued to practice her skills, but Derril and Casey were worried. They wanted her to stay, but Trinity persisted. She wanted to explore and go her own route. Finally her parents said it was ok and gave her some gear and sent her on her way.
Years of travelling and battling different demons earned her many notches on her belt. She even found a boyfriend along the way.
She called home every so often to see how her parents were doing. When Trinity was 22, on her birthday she called home, but no answer. She called the next day, no answer. And the next. Noting. She grew concerned and made her way back home. Instead of the home she came to know as her own, there was charred remains and no Casey or Derril to be found. The investigators couldn't find the bodies, if there were any. They even questioned Trinity if she knew what happened. Before they could arrest her on suspicion, she fled.
She was reminded of her previous mother and her mysterious disappearance. She could feel a connection. This was twice her life was torn from her, and she would damned if there was going to be a third.
She persued any lead she could find with a vengeance, but all came up with nothing. Now, 26 years old, Trinity makes her way to Chicago with the promise of more clues. If not, there would definitely be some demon butt to kick.
The Basics Name: Vostov Age: 38 Gender: Male Species: Human
On-Hand Daily clothing: T-shirt, jeans,
Weapon:
12 throwing knives
Equipment:
Different banknote currencies, multiple identities and passports and a pair of dark glasses.
Extra clothing: Gloves, jacket, hat.
Elementals and Abilities Elementals: Lightning Abilities: Manipulation of electricity, creation of electricity (from nothing), ability to manipulate electronics (such as phones, TVs, etc. even if they do not work, are off, or unplugged.)
Companions: None
Bio: The first thing that I could remember was being bound in chains surrounded by a group of people wearing black coats and hoodies both trimmed with gold linings along the edges. I was in what seemed an old ruined building with no view of the outside and no fresh air, I presumed to be underground. They were all reciting the same words in sync. "They must have been doing this for a while"-were my thoughts. After the chanting stopped one of them approached me carrying a dagger with a black gem in the middle and engravings on the hilt. The blade was 11 inches long covered with more strange engravings similar to those on the hilt, it was a ritual dagger. As the person drew closer I saw that it was a young girl with long dark hair and brown eyes, her face was scarred by wounds and I could make a single tear falling down from her left eye before she made a wide smile and held the knife up, ready to strike. Meanwhile a surge of adrenaline took over my body, my heart was close to breaking my chest open and everything seemed to slow down. I started to frantically bash the chains that were holding both my hands behind my back to the ground. I wanted to live, it was one of the most primal and base instincts that every living organism possessed. For what happened next stopped me in my attempts as I watched in awe as the cultist slit open her own throat right in front of me, blood splattering everywhere covering my face and body. She then slowly started falling to the ground while everybody else didn't waste any time to start another chant. I just kept looking at the corpse in front of me, the pool of blood around it getting wider and wider, all the time thinking if I would share the same fate as her. 15 minutes passed as I heard them tirelessly recite incomprehensible words, it could as well have been 2 minutes. Only in this situations do you start to really appreciating every single minute that you get to be alive. The moment they stopped chanting I went cold with fright and anticipation. As another cultist left the circle they had formed around me and started approaching slowly, definitely with intention to end my life this time, I started to black out. One reason was the lack of food and sleep that I had to go through while under captivity, and all this ordeal provided just the right amount of boost for it to happen. The last thing that I saw were walls crashing around me and a giant flame emerging from thin air.
When I came to my senses I could feel the fresh air filling my lungs again, I could feel the dried up blood in my skin and I was still powerless from the food and sleep deprivation. I looked at what was now a ruble made of rocks painted with blood and spotted many human body parts dispersed around the area, they were all burned to a crisp. I could worry later of what happened this night, but right now I had to find a way of leaving this massacre alive. I looked around and saw I was surrounded by a dense forest all around me. I had to find a road and fast. I didn't know how much I longer I could even stay conscious. I dragged my feet through the forest and walked for miles on end for what seemed like hours. Pure willpower and dedication to survive were keeping me alive and pushing me forward. I finally saw a main road, to my by-the-second increasing luck I noticed the long front lights of a car. I mustered all my last remaining power to reach the road as quickly as possible before my only viable chance slipped away. I barely reached the road in time while the car was only 10 meters away in front of me and driving fast. I filled my lungs with air to the best of my capability and shouted as hard as I could only to have a silent scream emerging. The car just drove passed me and at that moment I gave up, finding comfortness while blacking out again. I thought I heard the sound of tire breaks but that was too good to be true anyway...
When next I woke up I saw a bright blinding white light,some other guy would think that he was in heaven but I don't believe in higher powers so I presumed that I was taken to a hospital or medical facility, or at least that's what I wanted to believe. As the saying goes:"My prayers were answered" although I was more hoping than praying. A medic personnel was standing over a screen checking various data which I presumed were my pulse among other stuff, after some seconds he noticed something in the medical apparatuses and immediately turned to look at me. He then started calling out to the other medics I suppose, but I was surprised to see a woman which I had never met come in and greet me with a "Welcome Back" cliche. Few days after I woke up I had regained most of my power and was ready to leave although I was recommended a week in bed for further analyses on my health. During that short time of rest I was explained how the woman found me while driving and quickly rushed me to the hospital. I was barely staying alive even with all the treatment I was getting but my saviour kept coming everyday to visit me and the doctors said that I was improving on a regular basis. I remember when I opened my eyes the first time, while the doctor left to announce my revival she started asking me about the cult I escaped from and what happened. I was surprised at her knowledge of what had happened that night. I tried to talk back but was still tired and unable to, she noticed that and said that she would pick me up when I got better and explain everything. I owed her my life so I didn't see any reason for her to hurt me, I decided to put my trust on her at the moment. She still came visiting on a daily basis although never saying a word, once I got back most of my powers I told the doctors that I was feeling well and ready to leave, although they insisted on me staying a few more days, the woman persuaded them that she would take care of me for the next couple of days. They remembered how much of a help the woman was to me, she practically saved my life and kept visiting daily, so they decided to trust me to her. I had no objections to that.
After I wore the clothes the mysterious woman gave me, because you know...the last ones got soaked in blood, we got out of the hospital and took off with her car. The first thing I asked her was her name which she responded with "Lara". Now that I could take a better look at her with the sun warmly shining on our faces and my senses back in order(the whole ordeal could drive a normal person mad with severe depression and paranoia but I had a stomach for it) I noticed her hypnotizing green eyes(everytime I looked in them I found real peace of mind and felt as if I could do anything for her), her succulent pink lips, her chin, cheekbones, nose, ears and fiery red hair(practically I studied her face for about 10 whole minutes or so). I was certain she could feel my gaze but no reaction was coming from her related to it, finally I broke myself out of trance and broke the silence while asking her of how she knew the cult and how much did she know about them? I didn't expect a response or just thought she would tell me to be quiet until we reached our destination but with no hesitation she started telling me about her history with the cult and how she and her family had been investigating them for decades, generation after generation. She told me that they practised rituals in order to summon demons from hell, they let them bring havoc to this world, their goal was to let chaos engulf this world because chaos was the original state of all things, it was the core of creation and by doing so "The Cult" hoped to achieve enlightenment by witnessing a world like that. And Lara was part of a demon hunting group, it was their job to prevent "The Cult" from reaching it's goal and possibly annihilate every member of that wretched organization. Now it was her turn to ask the questions, I just told her everything I remembered from that night and all the nights that I was imprisoned. We started guessing for the author of the havoc that took place on that fateful night. She suggested of a demon going berserk and annihilating its contractors because after all one woman sacrificed herself right in front of me, maybe they didn't know how much blood the demon needed to be summoned. While my suggestion was that a fellow demon hunter came after finding their location and brought ruin to them all. We shared our opinions on different subject during the road trip until we finally arrived in a cheap-looking motel. I looked at her and she looked back at me while saying:"What? I move a lot and this is an efficient way to keep a low profile." "I didn't say anything"-I replied. We got in and the place looked as terrible in the inside as on the outside. She mentioned that she had a lead on some ritual happening next friday while quickly packing everything up. I noticed multiple passports, identity cards and different banknotes. After packing everything up she headed to take a quick shower. Did this place even have running water? While she was bathing I took the remote and opened that potato box of a TV and started scrolling through channels until I came across a news channel featuring the ruin in the woods that I escaped from and the dead burned body parts. They also mentioned to have found hundreds of bodies while digging deeper in the tunnels located below the ruins. All of the corpses had missing bones from their skeletal structure. And in those corpses that still had their skulls attached, a pentagram was noticeable in each of them. I started remembering what I had been through and the thought that hundreds of others had been in my place before me but they weren't as "lucky" as me made me shake with anger. This triggered a frenzy inside me, I suddenly got the irresistible urge to scream and shout angrily, swearing that I would hunt down every single one of those wretched cultists! I heard the shower stop and Lara coming out naked holding a knife in hand and murmuring words while ice spears started forming around her. The spears had such a nice curve to them and the water dripping from them was so wet... That image certainly got my anger down quite a bit. She immediately realised that I wasn't in any danger, started blushing furiously while half screaming:"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"-and some other stuff... She turned the frozen spears into water and send it streaming towards me and quickly afterwards entered the bathroom while slamming the door shut behind her. "What was her problem?She came rushing out with killer mode on with no apparent reason whatsoever"
It was important that I told you this part of my story, so you have a better understanding of my motivations and reasons for practising this profession. That was how my life took a turn for the best(I know it was best). I ended up following Lara and sharing her quest on defeating every cultist we got our hands upon. She trained me on demon hunter magic, quickly discovering I had an affinity for lightning and could sometimes(rarely if I was at max concentration) communicate with spirits. She showed me everything to know about identity changing, starting anew and how to best keep a low profile. My feelings for her increased as time passed until I came open with them, expecting the worse of the worse rejections she smiled and replied:"What took you so long?" Than we started kissing and kissing and ju..jus..just kissing yeah... and we lived happily ever after(that's what I would like to write). But as we are all aware of, the world is a cruel place that tries its best to depress you and bring you down. Something occurred and we separated(that story is for another time), until now I have been trying my best to track her, finding Cult rituals taking place and waiting as much as I can manage for a chance to see her again. One of the cult sacrificial rituals that I interrupted had a large piece of ancient paper hanging in the wall. After 3 weeks of trying to decode it, it prophesies of a grand ritual taking place 3 years from now. If I had any chance of meeting Lara again I was 100% certain this would be it. I have 3 years of preparation time. First and foremost I need a team of able demon hunters to assist me on my quest. It now begins...
@xxrhooI'm interested in this, but recently I've only been playing characters that're 13-15 years old. I'd also like them to br a vampire. Would this be possible? Would it also be possible for me to include a REALISTIC anime pic instead of a real one? I don't really have any real pics that are close to how she looks.
In the event a anime pic is not acceptable, could I use a textual description instead?
@Shikaru It's perfectly accepted for your character to be any age so long as they are 10 or older. Also, depending on the picture, I may accept it, and if not, a written description is fine too. :)
Daily Clothing: As seen in the above picture, she also wears combat boots.
Weapon: Anya has two daggers made out of a iron/silver alloy, both hidden. One in her boot and one in a holster under her shirt that rests in the middle of her chest. She tends to only wield one at a time, rarely does she use both or have to use both.
Equipment: Anya has a small leather satchel she usually carries on her right shoulder containing a flask of holy water, some paper, and a flask of rum mixed with blood.
Extra Clothing: She has an exact replica of her outfit in case it gets damaged. She also has a light pink hoodie for when it gets cold.
Elementals: Healing Elemental, Lust Elemental.
Abilities: Anya has the ability to heal her wounds much like any vampire, drink blood get healed. The more blood, the faster she heals. Anya also has vampiric charm, wherein she can get almost anyone to do just about anything. The more blood she has or the weaker the mind she's dealing with, the more successful her charm is.
Bio: Anya was a normal girl growing up, went to a nice school and had plenty of friends. 'Course, things were a lot different back then, vampires however never really change. She was abducted late one night while she was walking home from a friends house, by what she never fully knew until after it was over.
She was nearly drained and left on the brink of death in an alleyway, luckily she was found by a police offer and rushed to a hospital. She recovered fully, and at a surprisingly fast rate. It wasn't until a few weeks after she got home did..things..begin to happen.
She slaughtered her parents in a rage of blood-lust, terrified at what she'd done and what would happen if anyone found out, she ran away. She lived in the streets, using the occasional passerby and homeless person as a food source, traveling from city to city.
A little over a hundred years passed, and she eventually joined Demon Hunter: Chicago. She regretted what she had did to her parents, everyone else..not so much. She joined so she could help cut back on the murders and such, as well as kill other vampires that decided they didn't like the concept of being stealthy in their killing.
In reality, she joined because the other supernaturals were giving her kind a bad name, and some in a very obvious way.
Personality: Straight up yandere and sadistic, generally carefree and happy as well. Needless to say, she's a bit odd.
@xxrhoo Why thanks :D. I've been using her in pretty much every RP I've joined lately to some degree or another, she's a new character so I'm trying to work her personality out over multiple RP's and settings. Glad you liked it. Excited to get started on this RP too.
The Basics Name: Dmitri Pavlovich Age: 19 Gender: Male Species: Human
On-Hand Daily clothing: Military surplus for the most part, some old KGB memorabilia, specifically, because he likes to play up the image. Weapon: Semi-auto .38, nine round mag, usually concealed in a belt pouch or hip pocket, a set of eight matching throwing knives, kept in sleeves at the wrists. Keeps a two foot length of lead pipe in the Wagon. Prefers to do things as indirectly as possible. Equipment: Water resistant watch, binoculars, a thin silver whistle, three canteens, two of holy water, one of vodka. Extra clothing: Extra shirt and trousers, with a thick wool coat to keep heavy winds at bay.
Elementals and Abilities Elementals: Water + Lightning Abilities: Creation & Manipulation of water, Creation of lightning.
Companions: The haunts of past failures.
Biography: Russian mafia member, US Soldier(National Guard), and small time mariner out on the lake. The rest you don't need to know, or don't want to know, probably both. He always seems to be able to know something about what's going on, though usually nothing specific. He can also get items that are hard to acquire, but it all costs him, and it's never cheap enough to be payed off in cash. So he tries not to use his resources unless he has too. He owns a deep blue Volvo XC70 T6, it's surprisingly low profile, fast, and has plenty of cargo space, all highly useful for a mafia man.
Born into the Russian Mob, he's had a rough life so far. He considers the year a good one if he's lost less than three friends that year. He remembers only two good years. Plagued by the horrors he'd seen he signed on with JROTC in highschool. He excelled, and was the top of his class, even in academics. He understands that muscling through a problem is expensive, and with troubles in the mother land increasing, his small branch of the family was getting pressured out of Chicago's more profitable districts. His Uncle, the head of the Chicago branch, was a clever weasel of a man, a bit cowardly in a direct confrontation, he was the master of plots, deception, and subterfuge. Dmitri was not as clever as his uncle, but he knew to keep his nose as clean as possible, the men with clean noses lived longer than the others did.
His uncle didn't like his reluctance to be a family man, but didn't push to hard, so long as he came when called, and didn't mind doing little jobs every now and again. Dmitri had obliged him at every turn so far. Though he wondered how long it could last...
Elementals and Abilities Elementals: Spiritual Elemental, Psychic Elemental Abilities: Can speak to ghosts, Seeing the future (Requires long ritual and certain items depending on what future.), Reading peoples minds.
Companions:
Biography: David Solomon was born to a large and proud family of demon hunters, most of which could trace their origin back to King Solomon himself. With his family also being founding members of the Templar order the church helped give his family a cause. To fight heretics, witches, and monsters most foul in the name of their god. The Solomon's did just that forming many guilds or covenants that trained new members. Yet when the Solomon's became to powerful they were declared Witches and the order they had founded turned on them. Fleeing the Catholics they came to the America's where they began to rebuild.
The Solomon's built new orders, they helped the Wiccans and learn the secrets. They went from hunters to protects, many Wiccan's with long bloodlines would choose a Solomon as their protector. Of course some Solomon's never receive a charge or no Wiccan's yet have need of one. Then they are told to go out into the world and hunt, to become masters of their craft and return to teach others the skills they will need to protect their charges. David was one such boy, having no to protect he has traveled to Chicago from his home in London.
Now the young demon hunter seeks to rid the city of it's nightmare and perhaps bring in new friends. The Solomon's take any allies they can find in this world and the next, as if they fall the longest line of demon hunters in the world vanish with them.
These philosophies have shaped David's life and he see's himself as a protector of all willing to put himself between anyone and a threat if he believes they deserve saving. A believe in god yet user of Wiccan magic and of their rituals the Solomons have blended together magics from around the globe making their magic almost a unique brand of it's own. The staff of Solomon he carries is actually the same staff carried by King Solomon when he used it banish demons and drive back other horrors. It acts as amp for his magic and of course is one of the main parts of his future seeing skills without it will not work.
