Just for future reference within this RP. Is there anyway for a Vampire to be turned back into a human, and is there any kind of magical item, charm, or something that can let them walk in the sun? For instance in the show the Gates the vampires use a special lotion. Or like in the vampire diaries they have magic enchanted jewelry. In true blood if you drink fairy blood it gives you a small window of daywalking...
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Shrug. We can come up with something like that if there's popular demand. I think I'm gonna make a Discord chat so that we can discuss details like that more efficiently.
Shrug. We can come up with something like that if there's popular demand. I think I'm gonna make a Discord chat so that we can discuss details like that more efficiently.
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Just some questions that pop into my mind :)
How exactly are new vampires created? I suppose it is something like Vampire Diaries by coming into contact with vampire blood?
Can they eat normal human food just to maintain the "normal human" cover? How often do they need blood? Do they heal faster than humans?
I was thinking about a character freshly turned during the recent wave of attacks. Of course she wouldnt remember who exactly turned her and why, and would be very confused and frightened about what is happening. I only have this vague idea right now, need to let my head process it into something solid :)
How exactly are new vampires created? I suppose it is something like Vampire Diaries by coming into contact with vampire blood?
Can they eat normal human food just to maintain the "normal human" cover? How often do they need blood? Do they heal faster than humans?
I was thinking about a character freshly turned during the recent wave of attacks. Of course she wouldnt remember who exactly turned her and why, and would be very confused and frightened about what is happening. I only have this vague idea right now, need to let my head process it into something solid :)
GM
They're created when a vampire willingly infects them after draining their blood. I guess they could eat human food, but it probably wouldn't sit well with them. They probs need to drink every 3 days or so. And they heal much faster than humans.
I wouldn't suggest having her turned in the very latest attacks, for future plot reasons. But maybe she could have been turned in another town.
I wouldn't suggest having her turned in the very latest attacks, for future plot reasons. But maybe she could have been turned in another town.
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I added some vamp lore to first post. Will probs add more as we go along.
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So a goal before I start this is to get 3 total vamps and 3 total hunters
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Lady Selune Lamia Queen, Young and Sweet.
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Physical Details
Personality:
There's a certain type of person that first becomes a police officer, and then abandons the only job and home she's ever known to hunt down bloodsucking bastards in the middle of the night with a suspicious cabal of people. Diane is such a person. She's a sarcastic, takes-no-shit sort of individual with a lot of hatred for anything that stalks the night and likes the taste of blood. Some call her brash, others call her practical, but whatever you wish to call her, there's no question that she's a very useful woman to have covering your back.
History:
Twenty-six years ago, Diane was born to a couple in Boston, Massachusetts. Her father was a professor at a local public school, with all the difficulties that such a job brought with it, and her mother worked as another peon in the corporate machine at a local publishing company. At least, she did until 2008 rolled around, and the credit crunch hit. Losing her job, and her father's pay freezed, the then-sixteen year old Diane watched as her future crumbled under the crushing weight of financial troubles.
Realising that there was no chance in hell she could ever afford to put herself through university, she instead applied herself towards an entirely different vocation. By the time she was nineteen she was walking the streets as part of the Boston Police Department, and although the pay wasn't fantastic, it was a job that she enjoyed. She took to it naturally- slotting herself easily into the excitement and action that such a job brought with it.
She was still, of course, totally unaware of vampires, at least until one fateful night. Her and her partner received a public disturbance call, and reported into the apartment. Upon entering it, they were confronted with a half-starved vampire and a corpse totally drained of all blood. She doesn't remember much of that traumatic night, except that when her backup arrived, they found her partner dead, her handgun empty and a corpse dead in its tracks, mouth covered in blood.
She was placed on paid leave whilst the authorities tried to figure out what the hell had happened, and it was there she met a rather peculiar figure. Her local Presbyterian church's minister was, in fact, a vampire hunter, and revealed to her just what had been going on in her city, and how her partner was now in the morgue. Astonished, but with the pieces clicking into place in her head, she took up the mantle of making sure that not a single goddamn person would die from a vampire if she could help it.
Equipment:
- Female
- 26 years old.
- Human
- 5'8"
- 130lbs
Personality:
There's a certain type of person that first becomes a police officer, and then abandons the only job and home she's ever known to hunt down bloodsucking bastards in the middle of the night with a suspicious cabal of people. Diane is such a person. She's a sarcastic, takes-no-shit sort of individual with a lot of hatred for anything that stalks the night and likes the taste of blood. Some call her brash, others call her practical, but whatever you wish to call her, there's no question that she's a very useful woman to have covering your back.
History:
Twenty-six years ago, Diane was born to a couple in Boston, Massachusetts. Her father was a professor at a local public school, with all the difficulties that such a job brought with it, and her mother worked as another peon in the corporate machine at a local publishing company. At least, she did until 2008 rolled around, and the credit crunch hit. Losing her job, and her father's pay freezed, the then-sixteen year old Diane watched as her future crumbled under the crushing weight of financial troubles.
Realising that there was no chance in hell she could ever afford to put herself through university, she instead applied herself towards an entirely different vocation. By the time she was nineteen she was walking the streets as part of the Boston Police Department, and although the pay wasn't fantastic, it was a job that she enjoyed. She took to it naturally- slotting herself easily into the excitement and action that such a job brought with it.
She was still, of course, totally unaware of vampires, at least until one fateful night. Her and her partner received a public disturbance call, and reported into the apartment. Upon entering it, they were confronted with a half-starved vampire and a corpse totally drained of all blood. She doesn't remember much of that traumatic night, except that when her backup arrived, they found her partner dead, her handgun empty and a corpse dead in its tracks, mouth covered in blood.
She was placed on paid leave whilst the authorities tried to figure out what the hell had happened, and it was there she met a rather peculiar figure. Her local Presbyterian church's minister was, in fact, a vampire hunter, and revealed to her just what had been going on in her city, and how her partner was now in the morgue. Astonished, but with the pieces clicking into place in her head, she took up the mantle of making sure that not a single goddamn person would die from a vampire if she could help it.
Equipment:
- Mossberg 500. A police standard across America, the Mossberg is reliable and efficient at doing the job. Most importantly however, she knows how to refit shells, and hers are loaded with cheap, low quality silver. As it turns out, vampires don't care if they're being shot with sterling or 500, it does the exact same work on their bodies. Interestingly enough, the entire shotgun has been blessed by the same priest that got her into vampire hunting in the first place, meaning that smashing the butt into the face of a vampire has much the same effect of whacking them with a cross.
- G19. Another police standard. Not the best gun in the world, but she killed a vampire with it a long time ago, and keeps it close. If nothing else, you can't go wrong with extra firepower.
- Kevlar vest. Sure, this might technically be owned by the BPD. They don't seem to have minded when it went missing however, and so she's got it 'on loan,' for now.
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Lady Selune Lamia Queen, Young and Sweet.
Member
Seen
3 days ago
Physical Details
Personality:
Raphael has done things in his life that would make the stomachs of lesser men churn. He has killed, he has maimed, he has turned people into quivering piles of meat. Now however? The vampire is a placid, impassive figure. He's much happier to enjoy his time in his house, smoking Bliss and reading one of his many, many books than he does tearing people to small shreds. Which is excellent for anyone that happens to live near him, because he is still very, very, very good at tearing people to shreds.
History:
Raphael has forgotten more than most people have ever learned. He has lived for more than two centuries, and in that time, he has committed so many atrocities that he could be called to the Hauge, and they would likely be shocked. He grew up in a Mexico under the thumb of Spanish rule. The Mexican War of Independence was where he was forged, fighting for his nascent country... And paying for it with the ultimate price. Turned during the war by a Vampire who's face even he cannot remember, he left everything he knew behind him in his late twenties, desperately scrambling north. To the states.
The west was only just starting to become colonised, and he was not an unfamiliar face. A desperate fugitive, he fed from those that nobody cared about, the beggars, the prostitutes, the slum dwellers. Every fight saw him scurrying like a rat from town to town, until finally he had had enough. He recognised then that he was standing at the very edge of opportunity, and Raphael would quickly become a legend, if not underneath that names.
Many boomtowns will record a mysterious figure bankrolling businesses. Shops that sprung up overnight, doctors encouraged to move and given large stipends to do so, all of whom were encouraged by a different name and a concealed face. That man, of course, was Raphael. At first, he started small, but small was never enough. A businessman through and through, he made himself known as a man who palms could always use greasing, and one that could get people places secretly. He may have been a Mexican, but the West, for a time, danced to his tune.
Or, at least it did until he was confronted. Backstabbed, left to dry and betrayed, he was shot seventy-three times by his rivals and dumped where nobody could find him. They thought him dead, not knowing of his undead constitution. That was a mistake. He crawled back, clawed back, the holes in his body healing as he took his revenge one man at a time. He let his vampiric side run wild, feasting as more beast than man, tearing into his foes and leaving them to be found in the rising sun with mutilated bodies and drained veins. Once he had finally taken the entirety of his revenge, he found himself adrift, aimless.
He had recouped some of his losses, held money, but did not feel content. Slinking back to Mexico, he met a woman there. Henrietta, her name was. A beautiful flower- one he could not leave to wilt and wither as time flowed along. He pined for her, and she gave him some vague semblance of meaning. He tried, however hard, to maybe believe that even a vampire such as himself could live perhaps in peace. For a time, things were good, but then 1910 rolled around, and the vampire was summoned to violence once more.
The fighting that tore Mexico apart ruined Raphael. Any hopes of the man remaining in a peaceful existence were dashed to the side. Henrietta bowed to his fangs, and the pair became a ruthless set of vigilantes. For a decade, they fed well off soldiers, nothing but urban legends in the night, marked only by a few brutally killed scouts, obviously mutilated by the other side, left as a warning. The first of the great wars raged on around them, but neither of the pair cared, dousing themselves in Mexican blood on Mexican soil as the once-businessman carved out another niche for himself, and never stopped, his claws raking further and further even when the war finished.
He cared not who ruled the country. They cared not who ruled the country. They simply made money. They laughed at fools that thought themselves immune to the police, all the while making themselves larger and larger targets for the same authorities. In the late twentieth century, they were at the top of a crime empire that strung out tendrils across the continents. They rubbed shoulders with Pablo Escobar, sold arms to Cuban rebels, even talked to the CIA and FBI. Then, in 1982, they found themselves out of luck. The police were closing in. The hunters were closing in. Children of the night, however, are not so easy to destroy.
Perhaps one of the greatest mysteries is how the two totally vanished overnight. One day they were there, ruling and living like kings, the next their entire organisation was beheaded, lieutenants and captains left drained dry and potentially millions stashed away. They crossed the border, and once more... The two managed to find peace. Almost forty years has passed since then, and, excluding the unfortunates that he needed to feed on, he has not taken a single life. The fact that he finds himself in Massachusetts is one of life's unanswerable twists and turns, but he considers himself now in retirement- however temporarily him and his wife are no longer in action.
Equipment:
- Male
- 231 years old.
- Vampire
- 6'9"
- 193lbs
Personality:
Raphael has done things in his life that would make the stomachs of lesser men churn. He has killed, he has maimed, he has turned people into quivering piles of meat. Now however? The vampire is a placid, impassive figure. He's much happier to enjoy his time in his house, smoking Bliss and reading one of his many, many books than he does tearing people to small shreds. Which is excellent for anyone that happens to live near him, because he is still very, very, very good at tearing people to shreds.
History:
Raphael has forgotten more than most people have ever learned. He has lived for more than two centuries, and in that time, he has committed so many atrocities that he could be called to the Hauge, and they would likely be shocked. He grew up in a Mexico under the thumb of Spanish rule. The Mexican War of Independence was where he was forged, fighting for his nascent country... And paying for it with the ultimate price. Turned during the war by a Vampire who's face even he cannot remember, he left everything he knew behind him in his late twenties, desperately scrambling north. To the states.
The west was only just starting to become colonised, and he was not an unfamiliar face. A desperate fugitive, he fed from those that nobody cared about, the beggars, the prostitutes, the slum dwellers. Every fight saw him scurrying like a rat from town to town, until finally he had had enough. He recognised then that he was standing at the very edge of opportunity, and Raphael would quickly become a legend, if not underneath that names.
Many boomtowns will record a mysterious figure bankrolling businesses. Shops that sprung up overnight, doctors encouraged to move and given large stipends to do so, all of whom were encouraged by a different name and a concealed face. That man, of course, was Raphael. At first, he started small, but small was never enough. A businessman through and through, he made himself known as a man who palms could always use greasing, and one that could get people places secretly. He may have been a Mexican, but the West, for a time, danced to his tune.
Or, at least it did until he was confronted. Backstabbed, left to dry and betrayed, he was shot seventy-three times by his rivals and dumped where nobody could find him. They thought him dead, not knowing of his undead constitution. That was a mistake. He crawled back, clawed back, the holes in his body healing as he took his revenge one man at a time. He let his vampiric side run wild, feasting as more beast than man, tearing into his foes and leaving them to be found in the rising sun with mutilated bodies and drained veins. Once he had finally taken the entirety of his revenge, he found himself adrift, aimless.
He had recouped some of his losses, held money, but did not feel content. Slinking back to Mexico, he met a woman there. Henrietta, her name was. A beautiful flower- one he could not leave to wilt and wither as time flowed along. He pined for her, and she gave him some vague semblance of meaning. He tried, however hard, to maybe believe that even a vampire such as himself could live perhaps in peace. For a time, things were good, but then 1910 rolled around, and the vampire was summoned to violence once more.
The fighting that tore Mexico apart ruined Raphael. Any hopes of the man remaining in a peaceful existence were dashed to the side. Henrietta bowed to his fangs, and the pair became a ruthless set of vigilantes. For a decade, they fed well off soldiers, nothing but urban legends in the night, marked only by a few brutally killed scouts, obviously mutilated by the other side, left as a warning. The first of the great wars raged on around them, but neither of the pair cared, dousing themselves in Mexican blood on Mexican soil as the once-businessman carved out another niche for himself, and never stopped, his claws raking further and further even when the war finished.
He cared not who ruled the country. They cared not who ruled the country. They simply made money. They laughed at fools that thought themselves immune to the police, all the while making themselves larger and larger targets for the same authorities. In the late twentieth century, they were at the top of a crime empire that strung out tendrils across the continents. They rubbed shoulders with Pablo Escobar, sold arms to Cuban rebels, even talked to the CIA and FBI. Then, in 1982, they found themselves out of luck. The police were closing in. The hunters were closing in. Children of the night, however, are not so easy to destroy.
Perhaps one of the greatest mysteries is how the two totally vanished overnight. One day they were there, ruling and living like kings, the next their entire organisation was beheaded, lieutenants and captains left drained dry and potentially millions stashed away. They crossed the border, and once more... The two managed to find peace. Almost forty years has passed since then, and, excluding the unfortunates that he needed to feed on, he has not taken a single life. The fact that he finds himself in Massachusetts is one of life's unanswerable twists and turns, but he considers himself now in retirement- however temporarily him and his wife are no longer in action.
Equipment:
- Bliss. Lots and lots of Bliss. Manufactured by cutting tobacco, cocaine and blood together, Bliss is a truly excellent drug for vampires, and only vampires. Humans smoking Bliss will be repulsed by the blood, but for a vampire, the delicate combinations of drugs only truly found by a master of his craft are pure heaven in a cigarette. Hence the name.
- Maria. A reliable handgun that he's had for far longer than most people have lived for. A Colt New Model Revolver manufactured centuries ago, the gun is a sterling piece of work. Having been carefully modified to allow for the entire chamber to be swapped out at a time, it deals death reliably and effectively, leaving most people shot by it looking less like a human being, and more like slightly meaty, red Swiss cheese.
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dragonbutts The Wizard and The Prince
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2 yrs ago
I'll be done with my hunter tonight! Sorry for the delay, I work once or twice a week, and when I do, it takes a lot of my time and energy. But, I'm done with it this week so I'll have her up soon! (Also haven't checked discord so I'm checking it tonight).
dragonbutts The Wizard and The Prince
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Whew, finally!
A few other things that make Lilith, well, Lilith, is that she seems to have an endless amount of energy. Even after a rough hunt, covered in bruises, blood, and dirt, she'll be bouncing on her toes with bright eyes. Of course, she gets exhausted, and has to crash at some point, but she often doesn't show it. Suffering from insomnia, she has gotten used to late nights, and not sleeping for a day or two. She is very productive, and doesn't hesitate to get something done when it needs to be done. She doesn't like to sit around and do nothing. She gets fidgety and sometimes a little annoyed if she has to sit too long. Ironic, since she travels by car so much.
She is a very confident and sure woman. She knows what she wants, she knows when she wants it, and she usually knows how to get it. She is always holding her head high, shoulders straight, and walking with an air of self-assurance. She will shut down anyone who attempts to put her down in any way, unless it's a close friend and they're simply stating concern about something she's doing. Though, she does have her insecurities. She dropped out of high school, and as a result, she has worries she isn't as smart as she could be. She tries to ignore that little voice, but it likes to pipe up at the worse of times. Despite that, she is still very opinionated.
She isn't too blunt, though. She has a sharp tongue, yet she attempts to not be too harsh with her honesty. She does think words matter, and so if she has an opposing opinion or idea, she'll deliver it in a... nicely blunt way, as she calls it. She doesn't like to hide who she is, or her thoughts, so she tries to be as open as she can be.
However, she is closed off in one way, and that's talking about her past. It seems to be a running trend among hunters that they keep tight-lipped about their past. Lilith won't immediately jump into what made her start hunting. Though, if she gets comfortable with somebody, and the moment calls for it, she'll disclose as much as she feels is appropriate. Especially if that person opens up to her. She feels like relationships are give and take, and takes her relationships seriously.
She may be hard to deal with at times, with being so vibrant and colorful - in language, too - plus being so opinionated and sarcastic. She's a lot like her mother at times, having gotten her strong sense of self, and overall just strong personality, from the woman. Despite being a handful at times, Lilith is a very loyal and caring person, who will go out of her way for a fellow hunter, and especially a friend.
Rizzo and Frenchy - Yes, Lilith named her two Colts after Grease characters. The best Grease characters, she'd argue. She has silver bullets with crosses carved into them to complete the deadly package.
Yo ho - Lilith's trusty machete that makes her feel like a badass pirate... don't ask.
Ali (left middle finger); Mayweather (right middle finger) - For those times Lilith may have to punch a vampire in the face... and yes, she named both after a boxer. She wears these all the time.
Stevie - a simple lock picking kit. Who knows when Lilith will have to break the law a little to save a life. She chose that name just because she liked it.
Blanche Devereaux - This flask is made out of real silver, filled with holy water. Also named after a Golden Girl because the Golden Girls fucking rock, in Lilith's opinion.
Lucy Ricardo - the internet has everything these days, including cross necklaces filled with holy water. Lilith hides this necklace under her shirts every chance she gets. Named because Lilith does love Lucy.
She is no where near fragile, though. She has muscle, a strong build that translates into curves and wide hips. She loves her curves, choosing to show them off through tighter clothing. She loves leathers and soft cloths and tight jeans or, simply, tights. She expresses herself through her style, something she didn't often do before, and she loves experimenting. She very rarely wears heels, only when she has to possibly go undercover to some fancy-schmancy party - which she secretly loves - or when she knows for sure no running will happen that day... which, sometimes, who knows. Her default is usually biker boots that go over her tight pants. While she enjoys bright colors, or eye-catching looks, she knows when to tone it down, especially if she's checking out a new town for any troublemakers.
She is very fearful of falling in love, especially with a man. She seeks out short partnerships with women, not men, despite being attracted to both.
She names almost everything she buys.
Lilith began to admire her mother less and less as she got older. She appreciated her, because she did work hard to give Lilith a decent life (even if that meant sleeping with a questionable man to make some money for Christmas time), but she had pushed Lilith into some negative mindsets. As a result, Lilith had a bit of a rebellion streak in high school. Her life turned into a dramatic teenage drama, and it took her mother getting cancer for her to realize it. Everything shifted at that moment. Lilith was uncaring about her grades for another reason. She dropped everything for her mother, the woman who wasn't perfect but tried so hard. Dropping out of school was easy; hearing her mother only had another year, possibly two, wasn't.
Lilith began working, taking care of the household. Her mother was a stubborn one, and went back to work herself, but only an easy, part-time job. Lilith hated she began seeing her mother as a ticking time bomb. The woman cried a lot more, and made Lilith listen to her will and burial request. A year passed, and Lilith felt like the whole second year, she was holding her breath.
The second year was almost up when she met him. He was a traveling doctor, he claimed, he could cure her mother, he assured. Lilith didn't believe him, yet she was so desperate. She just turned sixteen. She couldn't be an orphan this early in her life. She was scared, she felt alone, all contact with her previous friends, her previous life, cut long ago. Her mother was getting sicker, so she said yes.
She let the strange man in, while her mother rested in bed. She was tiring quicker now, needing to lay down more. She wasn't working so Lilith was working two jobs to make up for it. Lilith had a bad feeling, but her desperation won out. Her mother questioned what was happening, tried to swat the man away, but it was no use. She muttered some rude things as the man looked her over, promising to help her, under the watchful eye of Lilith.
Then, something happened that haunts Lilith to this day. It was a blur, the man quickly pushing her mother's head back and biting her on the neck. Her mother had been weak until that moment. She began to scream and thrash, fists pounding into the man wherever she could reach, but she couldn't dislodge him.
Lilith went into a panic, jumping on the man and attempting to get an arm around his neck or shoulders. She was so panic-stricken, she hadn't even felt it when her mother accidentally hit her a couple times. The man ripped his mouth from her mother's neck, slinging blood, and threw Lilith off with a fearsome growl. Lilith slammed into the dresser, hitting her head so hard, she heard ringing and her vision blacked out for a few minutes. When she came to, she saw the blurry image of her mother's arm hanging over the side of the bed, pale fingers barely twitching. As her vision cleared, she slowly rose her gaze to the man attached to her mother's neck again, red bright around his mouth and smeared on her mother's pale skin.
She was still recovering when a woman came racing into the room. Lilith blinked longer than a blink should last, because the next time she opened her eyes, the man was no longer there and the woman held a sharp object in her hand. Lilith managed to crawl to the bed, dragging herself up to her mother, ignoring the woman's eyes. Her mother’s eyes were half-lidded, the smell and sight of blood making Lilith’s stomach twist uncomfortably. Lilith hadn't even realized she was sobbing, grasping at her mother's weak hands. She was begging her to stay, to not go, to not leave her. Her mother was breathing shallowly, barely aware. Lilith hadn't even noticed the woman until she said, “sorry, kid” and pointed a gun at her mother's head.
Lilith wasn't sure which was louder: her scream, or the gunshot. Afterward, Lilith watched in numb shock as her mother was burned in their country house’s backyard. The woman offered her a cigarette, and Lilith took it. It was silent, until Lilith choked out, “what the fuck is happening?”
Lilith got a peek behind the curtain she never wanted. She learned of vampires and hunters, of lore and history, of stories made of nightmares and darkness. The vampire Lilith had invited into her home was one the woman - Yasmine - had been hunting for some time. The vampire would purposefully seek out sick and dying patients to turn at risk of his own life. However, along with those sick and dying patients, usually came a desperate family member or two. He was attempting to build a coven based strictly on manipulation and obligation. He was going to turn her mother. Maybe had already started the process.
Lilith had no way of going back to a normal life after this discovery. She still felt desperation, but this stemmed from not wanting to be left alone, in this new world where monsters were real. Yasmine offered to introduce her to her group of hunters, and Lilith jumped on the invite. After all, what did she have to live for? Yasmine was her best choice at this point.
She met the group of hunters, and her training began. She had some bitterness towards Yasmine for shooting her mother, but Lilith wasn't an idiot. She knew it had to be done. A couple years passed, Lilith being trained under some amazing hunters. She met and bonded with a sweet girl named Jenny. She had been told to be careful when it came to befriending or falling in love with the business she worked in. But, it had been a long time since Lilith had felt she had a true friend in someone, and Jenny made her feel like she found that. Not that she wasn't close to a couple of her fellow hunters, but they were older, and rarely spoke about anything other than hunting.
Not long after, Jenny grew smitten with a newcomer named Wyatt Carver. Lilith thought they were sweet together, even with her own hang ups on love. Though, as the two were getting serious, Lilith left. She packed, said her goodbyes, and left the state. It was shortly after her first kill that she did by herself. She couldn't stand another day in her home state. She had to get out, travel, and hunt. She didn't get news of Jenny until it had been a week after the incident. She was skimming the Texas news like she always did, to check in on her home, when she saw the story. She hadn't smoked that much in a while.
She had sent her condolences to the last known contact information she had of Wyatt’s, though she wasn't sure if he ever received it. Not that she minded a bit. A few words wouldn't make her feel better either. She kept moving, kept hunting, kept her sanity the best she was able. 48 states later, she got a surprise call from Yasmine. She had changed her number long ago, so who knew how the woman got it. She had a seemingly magical way with tech. Yasmine told her about a problem in Massachusetts, saying she was tied up in Mexico so she thought she'd send one of the best.
Well, Lilith had thought after the phone call, make that 49 states.
Age:
28.
28.
Gender:
Female.
Female.
Species:
Human.
Human.
Nationality:
American.
American.
Personality:
Lilith is unlike a lot of the hunters she has met before; usually, they're serious, quiet, and guarded. Understandably so. Hunters see and experience things that are fucked up. But, Lilith doesn't hide behind a serious and quiet wall. Rather, she hides behind a sarcastic and energetic wall. She uses humor to mask any pain or fear she's feeling, even cracking jokes in the middle of a bad situation. Couple that with sarcasm, quick-wit, and eye-rolls, and we have Lilith Westbay.A few other things that make Lilith, well, Lilith, is that she seems to have an endless amount of energy. Even after a rough hunt, covered in bruises, blood, and dirt, she'll be bouncing on her toes with bright eyes. Of course, she gets exhausted, and has to crash at some point, but she often doesn't show it. Suffering from insomnia, she has gotten used to late nights, and not sleeping for a day or two. She is very productive, and doesn't hesitate to get something done when it needs to be done. She doesn't like to sit around and do nothing. She gets fidgety and sometimes a little annoyed if she has to sit too long. Ironic, since she travels by car so much.
She is a very confident and sure woman. She knows what she wants, she knows when she wants it, and she usually knows how to get it. She is always holding her head high, shoulders straight, and walking with an air of self-assurance. She will shut down anyone who attempts to put her down in any way, unless it's a close friend and they're simply stating concern about something she's doing. Though, she does have her insecurities. She dropped out of high school, and as a result, she has worries she isn't as smart as she could be. She tries to ignore that little voice, but it likes to pipe up at the worse of times. Despite that, she is still very opinionated.
She isn't too blunt, though. She has a sharp tongue, yet she attempts to not be too harsh with her honesty. She does think words matter, and so if she has an opposing opinion or idea, she'll deliver it in a... nicely blunt way, as she calls it. She doesn't like to hide who she is, or her thoughts, so she tries to be as open as she can be.
However, she is closed off in one way, and that's talking about her past. It seems to be a running trend among hunters that they keep tight-lipped about their past. Lilith won't immediately jump into what made her start hunting. Though, if she gets comfortable with somebody, and the moment calls for it, she'll disclose as much as she feels is appropriate. Especially if that person opens up to her. She feels like relationships are give and take, and takes her relationships seriously.
She may be hard to deal with at times, with being so vibrant and colorful - in language, too - plus being so opinionated and sarcastic. She's a lot like her mother at times, having gotten her strong sense of self, and overall just strong personality, from the woman. Despite being a handful at times, Lilith is a very loyal and caring person, who will go out of her way for a fellow hunter, and especially a friend.
Equipment:
Pinny - Lilith adores her 1974 Ford Pinto. It may be old and beat-up, but it's taken care of, proven by how smoothly it runs. It was her mom's, so the old girl means a lot to Lilith.Rizzo and Frenchy - Yes, Lilith named her two Colts after Grease characters. The best Grease characters, she'd argue. She has silver bullets with crosses carved into them to complete the deadly package.
Yo ho - Lilith's trusty machete that makes her feel like a badass pirate... don't ask.
Ali (left middle finger); Mayweather (right middle finger) - For those times Lilith may have to punch a vampire in the face... and yes, she named both after a boxer. She wears these all the time.
Stevie - a simple lock picking kit. Who knows when Lilith will have to break the law a little to save a life. She chose that name just because she liked it.
Blanche Devereaux - This flask is made out of real silver, filled with holy water. Also named after a Golden Girl because the Golden Girls fucking rock, in Lilith's opinion.
Lucy Ricardo - the internet has everything these days, including cross necklaces filled with holy water. Lilith hides this necklace under her shirts every chance she gets. Named because Lilith does love Lucy.
Appearance:
Lilith has an old school elegance that she is fully aware of. She holds herself as a confident woman that knows herself and what she wants out of life; and how to get it. One of her greatest pleasures in life is finding time to put in for herself. While she works a dirty job, she manages to keep a clean and polish look... most of the time. She keeps her hair chopped short, only letting it get long enough to push back into a wind-blown look or flop over her forehead, before cutting it off again. She has bright blonde hair with dark roots, her long, thin eyebrows matching her roots color. She often coats her thick lips in bright red, or hot pink, or even a bright green, depending on the day. She is almost always sporting a cat eye with long, painted lashes. There are, naturally, days she has to go simple, which she is fine with. Her dark eye makeup tends to bring out her green-hazel eyes, her bright lipsticks making her look pale and porcelain.She is no where near fragile, though. She has muscle, a strong build that translates into curves and wide hips. She loves her curves, choosing to show them off through tighter clothing. She loves leathers and soft cloths and tight jeans or, simply, tights. She expresses herself through her style, something she didn't often do before, and she loves experimenting. She very rarely wears heels, only when she has to possibly go undercover to some fancy-schmancy party - which she secretly loves - or when she knows for sure no running will happen that day... which, sometimes, who knows. Her default is usually biker boots that go over her tight pants. While she enjoys bright colors, or eye-catching looks, she knows when to tone it down, especially if she's checking out a new town for any troublemakers.
Other:
She really does not like to be called Lily unless it's by somebody she's close to, and even that's pushing it at times.She is very fearful of falling in love, especially with a man. She seeks out short partnerships with women, not men, despite being attracted to both.
She names almost everything she buys.
History:
It’s a tale that has been told for as long as hunters have been around, a tale that is nearly every hunter’s origin story: tragic death of a loved one, done by the hand of a bloodsucker. Lilith is no different, however, her story somewhat is. Let's start at the beginning. Lilith never knew her father. She grew up in Texas with a mother who busted her ass to give the best life she could to her precious little girl. Lilith loved her mother dearly. The woman was a spit-fire who spoke her mind and smoked like a chimney. She didn't teach her daughter the best ideals or habits - like never fall in-love because men were pigs, or that cigarettes were great stress relievers. Lilith began to admire her mother less and less as she got older. She appreciated her, because she did work hard to give Lilith a decent life (even if that meant sleeping with a questionable man to make some money for Christmas time), but she had pushed Lilith into some negative mindsets. As a result, Lilith had a bit of a rebellion streak in high school. Her life turned into a dramatic teenage drama, and it took her mother getting cancer for her to realize it. Everything shifted at that moment. Lilith was uncaring about her grades for another reason. She dropped everything for her mother, the woman who wasn't perfect but tried so hard. Dropping out of school was easy; hearing her mother only had another year, possibly two, wasn't.
Lilith began working, taking care of the household. Her mother was a stubborn one, and went back to work herself, but only an easy, part-time job. Lilith hated she began seeing her mother as a ticking time bomb. The woman cried a lot more, and made Lilith listen to her will and burial request. A year passed, and Lilith felt like the whole second year, she was holding her breath.
The second year was almost up when she met him. He was a traveling doctor, he claimed, he could cure her mother, he assured. Lilith didn't believe him, yet she was so desperate. She just turned sixteen. She couldn't be an orphan this early in her life. She was scared, she felt alone, all contact with her previous friends, her previous life, cut long ago. Her mother was getting sicker, so she said yes.
She let the strange man in, while her mother rested in bed. She was tiring quicker now, needing to lay down more. She wasn't working so Lilith was working two jobs to make up for it. Lilith had a bad feeling, but her desperation won out. Her mother questioned what was happening, tried to swat the man away, but it was no use. She muttered some rude things as the man looked her over, promising to help her, under the watchful eye of Lilith.
Then, something happened that haunts Lilith to this day. It was a blur, the man quickly pushing her mother's head back and biting her on the neck. Her mother had been weak until that moment. She began to scream and thrash, fists pounding into the man wherever she could reach, but she couldn't dislodge him.
Lilith went into a panic, jumping on the man and attempting to get an arm around his neck or shoulders. She was so panic-stricken, she hadn't even felt it when her mother accidentally hit her a couple times. The man ripped his mouth from her mother's neck, slinging blood, and threw Lilith off with a fearsome growl. Lilith slammed into the dresser, hitting her head so hard, she heard ringing and her vision blacked out for a few minutes. When she came to, she saw the blurry image of her mother's arm hanging over the side of the bed, pale fingers barely twitching. As her vision cleared, she slowly rose her gaze to the man attached to her mother's neck again, red bright around his mouth and smeared on her mother's pale skin.
She was still recovering when a woman came racing into the room. Lilith blinked longer than a blink should last, because the next time she opened her eyes, the man was no longer there and the woman held a sharp object in her hand. Lilith managed to crawl to the bed, dragging herself up to her mother, ignoring the woman's eyes. Her mother’s eyes were half-lidded, the smell and sight of blood making Lilith’s stomach twist uncomfortably. Lilith hadn't even realized she was sobbing, grasping at her mother's weak hands. She was begging her to stay, to not go, to not leave her. Her mother was breathing shallowly, barely aware. Lilith hadn't even noticed the woman until she said, “sorry, kid” and pointed a gun at her mother's head.
Lilith wasn't sure which was louder: her scream, or the gunshot. Afterward, Lilith watched in numb shock as her mother was burned in their country house’s backyard. The woman offered her a cigarette, and Lilith took it. It was silent, until Lilith choked out, “what the fuck is happening?”
Lilith got a peek behind the curtain she never wanted. She learned of vampires and hunters, of lore and history, of stories made of nightmares and darkness. The vampire Lilith had invited into her home was one the woman - Yasmine - had been hunting for some time. The vampire would purposefully seek out sick and dying patients to turn at risk of his own life. However, along with those sick and dying patients, usually came a desperate family member or two. He was attempting to build a coven based strictly on manipulation and obligation. He was going to turn her mother. Maybe had already started the process.
Lilith had no way of going back to a normal life after this discovery. She still felt desperation, but this stemmed from not wanting to be left alone, in this new world where monsters were real. Yasmine offered to introduce her to her group of hunters, and Lilith jumped on the invite. After all, what did she have to live for? Yasmine was her best choice at this point.
She met the group of hunters, and her training began. She had some bitterness towards Yasmine for shooting her mother, but Lilith wasn't an idiot. She knew it had to be done. A couple years passed, Lilith being trained under some amazing hunters. She met and bonded with a sweet girl named Jenny. She had been told to be careful when it came to befriending or falling in love with the business she worked in. But, it had been a long time since Lilith had felt she had a true friend in someone, and Jenny made her feel like she found that. Not that she wasn't close to a couple of her fellow hunters, but they were older, and rarely spoke about anything other than hunting.
Not long after, Jenny grew smitten with a newcomer named Wyatt Carver. Lilith thought they were sweet together, even with her own hang ups on love. Though, as the two were getting serious, Lilith left. She packed, said her goodbyes, and left the state. It was shortly after her first kill that she did by herself. She couldn't stand another day in her home state. She had to get out, travel, and hunt. She didn't get news of Jenny until it had been a week after the incident. She was skimming the Texas news like she always did, to check in on her home, when she saw the story. She hadn't smoked that much in a while.
She had sent her condolences to the last known contact information she had of Wyatt’s, though she wasn't sure if he ever received it. Not that she minded a bit. A few words wouldn't make her feel better either. She kept moving, kept hunting, kept her sanity the best she was able. 48 states later, she got a surprise call from Yasmine. She had changed her number long ago, so who knew how the woman got it. She had a seemingly magical way with tech. Yasmine told her about a problem in Massachusetts, saying she was tied up in Mexico so she thought she'd send one of the best.
Well, Lilith had thought after the phone call, make that 49 states.
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G E N D E R
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Nicolette Mary Jackson
• Nicole
• Miss Jackson
• Nicole
• Miss Jackson
A G E
Twenty-eight
G E N D E R
Female
S P E C I E S
Human
N A T I O N A L I T Y
Irish-American
A P P E A R A N C E
Nicole is exceptionally taller than most females that surround her. She stands about five foot eleven and weighs about one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. While her body frame is slender and lean, it is also toned from her years of training and working out. She has brunette locks of hair that look black in darker lighting. Nicole likes to wear her hair down whenever she's at home and being casual but if she's out on the town, it'd be in a bun or side braided ponytail. She has a fair tint to her skin complexion and natural rosy red cheeks. Her eyes are a chestnut brown color and are perfectly rounded.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
She has a motherly personality that is dominant as she takes cares of members of her clan. She likes to have side conversations with most, cook for them and even allow them to stay over her house for a few days. She'll literally do just about anything for her clan and makes sure that they know it every single day. While she does like to take care of them, they also know that she means business and serious when it comes to other matters. Nicole likes to get her point across before she asks them for their opinions, which she usually listens to. She is very straightforward and does not hold back her words or punches towards anyone that deserves it.
E Q U I P M E N T
She has a storage of weaponry but this is just a gist of what she typically uses.
• Black Palm-Sized Daggers __ She has these stuffed in her boots or strapped around her arm, covered by her sleeves.
• Dual Katanas __ These are her babies and is usually strapped to her back.
• Dual Pistols __ She has these loaded with wooden bullets.
• Bow & Arrows __ Something she's very skilled in and even has explosive arrows.
• Dual Katanas __ These are her babies and is usually strapped to her back.
• Dual Pistols __ She has these loaded with wooden bullets.
• Bow & Arrows __ Something she's very skilled in and even has explosive arrows.
H I S T O R Y
Nicole was born and raised in Boston by her parents, Matthew Jackson and Patricia Jackson. Her father was in the military for fifteen years and when he went to Ireland, he met her mother and she followed him to American to date then eventually marry him. Her life did not truly begin until she reached the age of seven when her father came to her and told her some details about their lifestyle. But more importantly, his lifestyle. While he did spend some time in the military, in Boston, he was apart of a clan of hunters that hunted supernatural beings and witches. Of course, she was confused to be hearing this right about now and wondered what did that have to do with her. Nicole began her training at the age of seven with her father, who taught her how to control herself in certain situations. Their training was very intense during some moments and Nicole has the bumps along with the bruises to prove it.
She fell in love with the weapons training immediately, more specifically Archery and still is till this very day. She was twelve years of age whenever her father got her into the clan as a member and Nicole learned a lot from other members. They practically raised her and took care of her but when it came to missions, she had to stay at the clan house with others. Nicole did not like sitting around and waiting but she had no choice considering that she was only twelve.
A few years have passed and Nicole graduated from high school. Her mother wanted her to at least think about colleges but still kept alongside her father and stayed within the clan. This is when she started going out on missions, having some successes along with some failures. She's the type of hunter that likes to go for the kill whenever she has the shot but most have told her repeatedly to remain calm and be patient. But the more she went out on missions and such, the more knowledge she gained over time.
Today, she is twenty-eight years of age and is actually leading the clan, which is something she never thought would happen. Nicole does not know how others feel about her achieving the position but she kept her thoughts about that to herself, for now. She's honestly happy to be the leader and hopes to take the clan to new heights and more.
She fell in love with the weapons training immediately, more specifically Archery and still is till this very day. She was twelve years of age whenever her father got her into the clan as a member and Nicole learned a lot from other members. They practically raised her and took care of her but when it came to missions, she had to stay at the clan house with others. Nicole did not like sitting around and waiting but she had no choice considering that she was only twelve.
A few years have passed and Nicole graduated from high school. Her mother wanted her to at least think about colleges but still kept alongside her father and stayed within the clan. This is when she started going out on missions, having some successes along with some failures. She's the type of hunter that likes to go for the kill whenever she has the shot but most have told her repeatedly to remain calm and be patient. But the more she went out on missions and such, the more knowledge she gained over time.
Today, she is twenty-eight years of age and is actually leading the clan, which is something she never thought would happen. Nicole does not know how others feel about her achieving the position but she kept her thoughts about that to herself, for now. She's honestly happy to be the leader and hopes to take the clan to new heights and more.
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