Abigail Harlow [+]

Abigail Harlow

_{{ "Every now and again you run into a brick fucking wall." }}

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| {Full Name} |

Abigail Lockwood-Harlow

| {Nickname} |

Abi

| {Date of Birth} |

June 26th

| {Age} |

18

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Sexuality} |

Bisexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single and disinterested

| {Role} |

Werewolf

| {Occupation} |

Abigail works flexible/part time with a nearby convenience store.

| {Face Claim} |

Dakota Fanning

| {Dialogue Color} |

None? (I’m really not a fan of colouring dialogue.)

| {Appearance} |

Standing tall at five-foot nothing with a shit-eating grin, a mane of messy blonde hair and inquisitive periwinkle eyes is Abigail Harlow. She is scattered with little scars, nicks, scrapes and bruises that seem to shift about on a daily basis. Spends most of her time outdoors but suntans seem to fade away the moment she steps inside - not even a freckle she could boast about, making her look a bit like a shut-in when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Her physique is best described as ‘gangly’ - packs of muscle here and there but skinny as a twig regardless of whatever she eats. No piercings, no tattoos; she knows she’ll mess them up eventually. A few of her toes are bent at a funny angle after she broke them and didn’t get them set properly. She typically wears bright and obscure brands that she managed to dig out of a second hand store somewhere and invests most of her money into very practical pairs of trainers. She owns enough hoodies, coats and jackets to provide for a small independent town. Hats aren’t her thing.

When she has the misfortune of transforming, she takes on an odd appearance compared to her european and north american counterparts. The African Golden Wolf is a bit of an odd breed to turn into but it best represented her personality and human appearance; small, scrawny, with a tanned coat of wiry hair and large inquisitive ears. She is also just as scarred as her human counterpart but most of it is hidden underneath the fur. She appears to be in good physical health, despite being a bit of a runty werewolf to begin with.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Fidgeting, playing with her hair and moving about a lot when she’s stressed.

| {Hobbies} |

Jogging, Gymnastics, Roller Skating

| {Likes} |

Running around.
Climbing things (it makes her feel tall).
Wry, sarcastic humour.
Trying to do new, exciting and probably dangerous things.
Plasters, but particularly the colourful ones.
Fresh air.
Cheap and plentiful amounts of food.
Dry cereal.
Neon lights.

| {Dislikes} |

The A&E.
Being bored, staying still, or anything to do with idleness.
Assholes that aren’t charismatic.
Alcohol and drugs.
The cold.
Strangers.
Solemnity.

| {Fears} |

Drowning.
Being alone/abandoned.
Being a werewolf.

| {Secrets} |

If it wasn’t for Abigail’s involvement, her mother wouldn’t be in jail. Lisa Harlow was an abusive alcoholic who scared off Jean, Abigail’s father, and tormented Abigail for most of her childhood.

She was given away to her uncle in a last-bid attempt to save Abigail from a life of crime after she was put in a juvenile institute with criminal battery charges. It’s likely her mother wasn’t aware of Brooks’ occupation at the time.

| {Abilities} |

Sniffer Dog: Abigail’s senses are extremely heightened, most likely due to the fact she is by far one of the weakest werewolves around. She can pick up on things that even alpha werewolves might miss; whether or not she chooses to follow them is another thing entirely.

Slippery Bugger: A combination of her small size, aerodynamic frame and high stamina mean she’s very difficult to catch. She runs faster and turns quicker than your typical werewolf.

| {Limitations} |

Overwhelmed: In wolf form, Abigail’s senses are so overpoweringly sensitive that she is easily confused and disorientated by them.

Tough Transformations: Transforming is a physically harrowing and difficult process for Abigail. It doesn’t take long but it saps the energy right out of her, leaving her at a disadvantage already in fights.

Mood Swings: Abigail’s transformations are controlled but entirely dependent on mood. It’s typically high stress situations that cause her to start feeling symptoms. She can quell them but will eventually have to shift, regardless of situation, for at least a couple of minutes.

Short Attention Span: In wolf form, Abigail has to make a concerted effort to remain fully aware of her actions. She isn’t an inherently aggressive wolf if she does lose focus though; she acts more like a skittish yet inquisitive animal than the snarling, aggressive beasts Salem is accustomed to.

| {Personality} |

♦ Friendly/Welcoming ♦ Impulsive ♦ Charismatic ♦ Callous ♦

Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before.

She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is younger, weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most.

You'd think that someone as sociable and friendly as Abigail would be a model student, but it's far from the truth. The best way to describe it is that she's inadvertently bad; she tries so, so hard to be the loveable rascal of the town and most of the time she pulls it off, but there's just this indiscernible something that's been ingrained into her psyche and she constantly fights it. It's the reason she won't touch drugs, the reason why she becomes so ruthless when she's drunk. It's why her temper is so short and it's why she'll cross the line every so often with her insults. It makes her big smile seem fake sometimes and it gives her the unnerving, almost predatory gaze of a hardened criminal even though she claims she's never done anything worse than shoplifting.

With this hindrance, it's no wonder that Abigail shies away from trusting others and keeps closer to her uncle instead. It's why everyone is just friends with Abigail and nothing more. It's almost ironic; most kids her age are busy trying to rebel against the system and live a free, uninhibited life; Abigail's doing her damnedest to be a good neighbor. She just doesn't have the part in her brain that should mention when something's a bad idea before it becomes a retrospective thought.

Her attitude towards the supernatural is very blasé. On the one hand, she doesn’t care what you are - vampire, werewolf, witch or eldritch horror - so long as you aren’t putting everyone else at risk, you’re not a threat in Abigail’s eyes. That being said, she’s in the belief that if nobody ‘thins the herd’ of all the supernaturals with ill intentions, humanity will be overrun and inbreeding/cross-species children will inevitably occur. That, in her opinion, would cause a whole host of problems. She rarely objects to her uncle’s killing of supernaturals unless they’re someone she knows that doesn’t deserve it.

| {Place of Origin} |

New Orleans.

| {Background} |

Abigail’s time in New Orleans was kept largely a secret for privacy purposes, but from what the rumour mill has managed to scrounge up she left the city in a hurry. She showed up with Brooks Lockwood from ‘the big city’ when she was around 12 years old and very clearly kept whatever happened between her and Brooks. It took her a while to settle in but when she did, she immediately made a couple friends and met many people. She knew everyone and everyone knew her; but when it came down to it, nobody was really her confidante, her best friend above all else. This was only partially to do with the fact she’s quite a guarded and stubborn brat in the first place; the other important playing factor was the fact her uncle was a hunter. She never really had friends over for sleepovers when she moved to Salem.

School was a difficult transitioning period - she was the asshole that always called our inappropriate things in class but also sucked up to the teachers. Even then, she hardly got a good grade because she couldn’t stand taking the time to actually study. She went out a lot instead and her recklessness was the cause of many an accident as she grew up. The only ‘odd’ part of her school life were the occasional ‘long weekends’ that she and Brooks would take for vacation, always coming back in a solemn and (in Abigail’s case) openly hostile mood.

It was after one of these weekends that Abigail ran into an outcast werewolf; a runty, skinny thing with a huge grudge to bear. He took out his frustrations on the girl only a few months back, only adding to the repertoire of scars and leaving Abigail with a curse that she had previously (and naively) believed she wouldn’t catch due to her fairly neutral stance in the supernatural conflicts in her hometown. After that, Abigail became a bit of a shut-in; she severed almost all ties with the people outside, kept glued to Brooks’ side and only really started leaving the house more for exercise purposes than anything else.
Nevertheless, she kept the same point of view that she had before; in whatever brief contact she kept with the rest of the world she was open about her newfound condition and insistent that it didn’t change her opinion on the supernatural, that she wasn’t about to follow her uncle’s footsteps just because one pissy werewolf changed her life forever. That being said, she relishes in describing just how her uncle dealt with the perpetrator in...graphic detail.

Only recently has Abigail decided to go back to school and get herself a part-time job working retail in a shitty little convenience store not too far from home. She’s regaining her footing again and trying to rebuild her life, unaware that chaos is looming just around the corner.

| {Extra} |

Since Abigail is super sociable (or at least, she WAS until a few months ago) it’s likely that my character knows yours - at least via proxy. Please feel free to approach me with any pre-established relationships you have in mind, provided they aren’t too close or intimate.

Hey there! I hope you don't mind, but I altered an old character from a previously shut-down RP for this one. My friend DinoNuts should start working on his CS when he comes back from work tonight, but since I'm about to go on holiday I wanted to post mine up to make any alterations before things get busy. I look forward to RPing with you all.

Brilliant, thank you so much! I'll work on an IC post soon. Also, I hope you have room for one more - like I said, when my friend gets back from work he'll be working on the sheet for Brooks.

Heya, Stiches' friend here, finally managed to sort out my CS. Have a read and lemme know if anything needs changing =)

Character Sheet [+]

Brooks Lockwood

_{{ "We all make mistakes. I’ve made plenty of them. But nothing that ever cost me my freedom." }}

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| {Full Name} |

Brooks Lockwood

| {Nickname} |

Brooksy, Lockwood

| {Date of Birth} |

July 20th

| {Age} |

51

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Divorced

| {Role} |

Hunter

| {Occupation} |

Former Police Officer

| {Face Claim} |

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

| {Dialogue Color} |

Blue

| {Appearance} |

Brooks is a tall, stocky, hairy man with the physique of someone who gained muscle without trying to show off. He has dark hair which he combs back, thick eyebrows, dark eyes and a prominent mustache. More often than not, Brooks has faint stubble around his jawline. His nose is ever-so-slightly crooked and the lines on his face appear to be from decades of frowning. His hands are calloused and his nails kept short - he wears no wedding ring yet the pale tan line of a ring is still barely visible. He has no piercings and no tattoos, but he does have a few scars on his left shoulder, abdomen and knuckles.

Brooks has a penchant for freshly ironed shirts and faded jeans topped with his old leather jackets. He doesn’t own many clothes, but the ones that he does own are well-kept. The most expensive part of his wardrobe is his shoes - he owns three pairs. One brown pair, one black pair, and a pair of boots for wandering in the woods. They’re built to last and kept as clean as possible. He wears very few accessories, save for a wrist-watch and, sometimes, a thin gold chain under his shirt.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Sighing, pacing and glowering at people.

| {Hobbies} |

Golfing, playing the piano, working out.

| {Likes} |

Cigars, scotch, blues music, strong coffee, his car, old movies, reading, training.

| {Dislikes} |

Trespassers, New technology, Children, Hippies, Most of the latest trends, Paperwork, Disloyal people, most Supernaturals, waiting.

| {Fears} |

Abigails well-being: Abigail has by now become a long-term emotional investment of Brooks, placing her at the top of the list of important people, places, and things.

Not being in control of a situation: Contingency plans and pre-preparations are a necessity for Brooks’ lifestyle, feeling lost and powerless to harm being caused to him or his loved ones would be nightmarish.

Bayous: Due to past, unspoken, experiences he went through regarding the bayous near New Orleans, Brooks formed an incredible dislike and fear towards the terrain.

| {Secrets} |

A cellar built underneath an abandoned hunting shack lays locked, deep in the woods behind his residence is used for “interrogation” purposes

| {Abilities} |

Trapping: Brooks grew up in a world where the odds were stacked against him; guerilla warfare is second nature to him now. If Brooks has access to the right materials, he can produce some makeshift and very deadly traps for supernatural and human foes alike.

Sharpshooter: With the exception of witches, most Supernaturals have to get close in order to inflict any real damage. Brooks has trained tirelessly to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Light-Footed: Walking down a dark alleyway without night vision leaves you out in the open. Compared to most other humans, Brooks knows how to keep himself quiet and hidden away until he’s ready to fight.

Ruthless: A distinct lack of inhibitions makes Brooks into a very nasty fighter in close range. He specifically targets weak points and uses dirty moves to gain an advantage.

Makeshift Monster Hunter: Everything’s a weapon if you try hard enough. Brooks has the creativity to comble together various ordinary items to make grisly butchering tools, provided he has the materials for it.

Interrogator: Sometimes the best way to track down a monster is to ask around. Brooks knows how to coerce Supernaturals into compliance, using all sorts of holy and silver tools to make sure he gets what he needs. His methods are unconventional but effective.

| {Limitations} |

Prep time required: A well-executed assault requires a fair amount of preparation. Brooks doesn’t work as well in the heat of the moment as he does when he’s given a few minutes to gather his thoughts and hatch a plan.

Short-Tempered: Sometimes Brooks can be so blinded by rage that his attacks become sloppy and leave his vulnerabilities open.

Service Costs: Brooks is almost entirely dependent on his tools when he works - if any of these machines are broken, the measures required to repair them takes money and time. Some of his armoury can be out of service for certain fights.

Rattling the Chains: Carrying all of his weaponry makes noise and leaves heavier footprints. The more Brooks equips, the easier he is to spot and track down.

Too Old for This Shit: Brooks’ age is slowly catching up to him. Sometimes he tires out faster than usual, especially if he hasn’t fully recovered from a previous battle.

| {Personality} |

♦ Reliable ♦ Destructive ♦ Determined ♦ Short Tempered ♦

Brooks Lockwood is, first and foremost, a man with a very lenient approach to the law. His stubborn determination to ‘do the right thing’ means that he will genuinely do whatever it takes in order to get the job done. He has very little patience for people who get in his way and is known to cuss and yell when he’s angry - and Brooks spends more time being pissed off than he does sleeping. He’s a cynical and rude individual who wouldn’t waste a minute telling someone exactly what he thought about them, but ultimately his heart is in the right place and it’s the lifestyle that made him into what he is today.

Brooks is often wary of strangers and gives little regard to social etiquette or manners. Whilst he is unafraid of conflict, Brooks’ aggression is held back by his level-headedness and common sense. He knows how to pick his battles and is very aware of his limits. He carries himself with stoicism and tends to show very little visible emotion aside from general annoyance. Brooks wouldn’t describe himself as the most intellectual person but he has a lot of wisdom to dispense if needed. His view on the supernatural is rather old-fashioned; it’s clear he holds a grudge against the monsters roaming around Salem but this is tempered by his strict moral code.

| {Place of Origin} |

New Orleans

| {Background} |

There’s not much to note about Brooks’ past. Born and raised in New Orleans, he was practically destined to join law-enforcement and follow in the footsteps of mediocrely decorated soldiers and officers alike. Life was simple; he had a job to do and that’s exactly what he did, slowly working his way up through the ranks to become a prominent member of the police force but never quite managing to get promoted to chief.

Working in the shadier parts of New Orleans meant an early and very bloody introduction to the supernatural. Covens were just as frequent as gangs and all sorts of dark creatures lurked in the shadows and hung off the boughs in the bayou. As a police officer, Brooks was under equipped and completely out of his depth when he had to face these beasts. It didn’t make things easier that most of the supernaturals there viewed humanity as inferior at best - cattle at worst. Brooks had witnessed many people injured, killed or worse at the hands of a supernatural being somewhere in the city and it tainted his view on the creatures forever.

Still, Brooks tried to lead a fairly average life. He wanted to gain just enough money to settle down with his new wife, Molly; a young lawyer he met during his shifts where romance blossomed amongst the blood and criminal charges. His desperate need for a normal life clashed with the horrific events he was forced to face; it started to seep into his personal life, killing his brother in-law Jean Harlow. This started a chain reaction of events where he reached out to his deadbeat sister Elisabeth and supported her financially, getting to know his young niece Abigail whilst pressuring her mother to quit the booze. These visits and monthly allowances put more unnecessary strain on his marriage. It was already hard enough with the long shifts and the ever-increasing amount of work; when desperate times required desperate measures Brooks cut off Elisabeth in an attempt to save his marriage. It ultimately failed and left him in an unfair divorce.

By this point, Brooks had no idea what to do next; work seemed pointless and he had nothing to spur him on in life. That was until his sister reached out to him when she found herself in what seemed to be an inescapable time in prison. He got the call late one November evening and agreed to meet her out of the little remaining love he possessed for her. Upon confronting her she asked him something completely unexpected; Brooks thought she’d beg for bail, she instead pleaded that he take her daughter to look after. It took a lot of time and consideration for him to eventually wholeheartedly agree; his agreement was the catalyst that set in motion his pre-retirement plans of leaving the busy city police force in favour for a full time monster-hunting job in Salem. With the recent divorce and his worries for the young Abigail's unhealthy past within the city, he believed it’d be best for the both of them to leave the place behind. After dealing with the paperwork and leaving his precinct with a suitable replacement the two made the move.

With Brooks working on a case-by-case basis instead of shift work, his biggest issue was making sure the young Abigail settled in properly. He kept himself largely unaffiliated with the official hunter force in Salem to avoid taking part in the conflicts and blood feuds. He took contracts from both humans and supernaturals alike; it would’ve doubled his profits were it not for the fact he refused to take a job he saw as immoral. Compared to the things he faced in New Orleans Brooks found the lesser monsters of Salem to be easy pickings, even without the proper equipment. This greatly facilitated his job by bringing in more money for better gear. With the extra space to work out and the free time to train properly, Brooks found that his pre-retirement plans were becoming a well-paid occupation.

Several months ago, life threw a wrench in the works. Brooks received a call from the hospital about his niece - hardly surprising, considering the young girl had a penchant for getting herself into accidents. When he arrived, however, he was shocked to hear that she was nearly torn apart by a rogue werewolf. All of a sudden Abigail was Brooks’ priority; he took on more jobs if only to pay the medical bills and kept a close eye on her as she recovered. When it was apparent that she really was cursed, Brooks spent the best part of his day making sure Abigail learned how to control herself. Because of this Brooks has been largely absent from the hunting scene for the past few months, despite the anonymous tip-offs that something big was headed towards Salem...