[CHAR] Lets hunt vampires

[Classpet]

" It's a dark world out there, everyone else is blind to the problem, I'm just trying to fix it. "

About

Name: Geneva Evelin Hawkes

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic

Physical description: Tall for a women at 5'11, Geneva towers above many. She has a resting face that says she will slit your throat if you make one wrong move, and an occasional scowl that tells you that she's pissed. When she speaks, she looks you in the eyes, her black irises locked into a state down that she will win. Her long hair falls down her back, dark with red undertones. Her clothing is black and red to match.

Personality:
As a leader no one could've asked for a better one. The only person she claims did better was Galen, though others might disagree as he was a control freak.

Geneava has always been a cautious person. She is terrified of what might come if she isn't careful and dreads every move she makes being a mistake. She over analyses everything, breeding fear in every situation. For as old as she is she still feels like a child, a feeling that clashes with her motherly nature towards others in the Hunt. She doesn't seem happy anymore, between over working and restlessness she doesn't seem to have many feelings at all.

Background: Geneva grew up under the founders of The Hunt. Her home was the base, and her family was the Hunters. Captain Galen was the leader then, He had all the strut and mercilessness of a maniac, and in all truth he probably was one. His wife had been one of the first infected, Galen only went down after her death. Some say he kept her locked up for weeks before she died, others say otherwise, the point is no one really knows.

Hawkes was an orphan in a San Francisco. She can remember bits of her childhood when she'd witness murders in the alleyway out her window. She never slept well, before or after. Galen adopted her, yearning for someone to fill his empty life and for a reason to continue trying to fix the world. He taught her self defense, and how to shoot a gun. She was going on hunts with him by her teen years.

Her first solo mission was her eighteenth birthday, it was a day she'd awaited and enjoyed every moment of. That day she proved her capabilities and her career took off. She hasn't stopped since. She's always hunting.

Skills

Talents:
Tracking: Geneva is an expert at deciphering who is a vampire, and where they are. she knows the vampires patterns and how to narrow down where the vampiers live.

Tactician: For every situation Geneva has a plan. This skill comes with years of experience and studying.

Marksmanship: Among Geneva's favorite weapons are rifles, she can hit open targets from a great distance although she isn't against a good pistol and a gun fight. She's much the type to bring guns to a knife fight and doesn't mind playing dirty, this isn't to say that she doesn't use knives. She carries blades around nearly everywhere she goes just in case.

Wepon(s):
-Her rifle, given to her by Galen before he passed away. She prefers this over other wepons for the safty and the precision of it's shot.

-A pistol, good for closer fights, not her favorite but better than no gun.

-knives, always on her body no matter what, she sleeps with a knife gripped in her hand. This is due to Galens training and insistence otherwise she would not be so specific about it. She insists that everyone carry a knife around just in case.

Extra

Geneva is jumpy and doesn't sleep well. She is constantly on the lookout, even in seemingly safe places. She's never felt safe.

[Ace of flames01]

"They took everything from me. Now it's my turn to take it all back!"

About

Name: Saoirse Clarke (her first name is pronounced see-er-sha)

Age: 25

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Physical description: Saoirse stands at 5'4" and weighs 118lbs. She has a small thin frame. She wears a red noodle strap camisole, a pair of skinny jeans, a black hoodie, and black leather boots. Her hair is a wavy deep auburn that goes down to her mid torso and has bright blue eyes.

Personality: Saoirse is a kind, warm and gentle woman, at least towards her fellow humans she is. However towards vampires or when she's on the job, she is a cold blooded killer. That doesn't mean that she doesn't know when it's okay to relax. She doesn't like to open up much about herself and tends to keep to herself, even towards humans.

Background: Saoirse had a good childhood. She had a close knit group of friends and two loving parents that adored her. She couldn't have been more happy then when she was a child.

Of course, not all fairytale have happy endings. One day after school, on her way home, Saoirse's fairytale ended and her nightmares began. Blood. It drenched the destroyed rooms her home and on the corpses of her dead parents. What had perhapse terrified her the most was the human looking monster that loomed over her parent's bodies, it's face ans clothes smeared with their blood and it's eyes burned red. It was about to make her it's next meal, when suddenly, she was saved by the hunters. It was those same hunters that took her in and trained her to become a successful hunter.

At the age of 13, she had killed her first vampire. Over the years her names had become well known to both the hunters... And the vampires.

Skills

Talents: +agility: she is a very fast runner and has a high level of stamina

+acrobatics: she is pretty advanced in gymnastics and can do much more than a few cartwheels and back flips

+is a good shot: she can handle and is a really good shot with a large variety of firearms.

+tracking: she has sharp instincts and senses, it doesn't take long for her to get on the trail of her next target

+self defense: she is a very skilled fighter, even without a weapon on hand

Weapon(s):

Bloody Rose

Extra

+She lives a small apartment by herself (gentlemen ;) )
+she draws in her spare time (ironically they're mainly sketches of vampires)

[Cuccoruler]

Rida

" A good Vampire is a Dead Vampire."

About

Name: Rida Hillary Bush

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual

Physical description: Rida has a buzz cut for her hair making her stand out rather largely among her peers. She always seems to have a scowl on her face. Under her cloths people would consider Rida as a body builder just starting out. Rida is about 5’2 in height and is rather light. Rida always walks as if she has a purpose, she is short but the way she walks makes her very intimidating.

Personality: Rida HATES vampires with a passion. If she even gets a wiff of one she will kill them. If she believes someone else to be a vampire she will ask them up front. If she believes them to be lying though she will kill them. Rida is someone who takes everything far more seriously than she should. She is not the kind to be taken lightly. If a villain starts to monologue she will take that opportunity to kill them mid-sentence.

Background: Rida was born within a rather average family. Her family loved her, that was until they were bitten and turned into vampires. She had to kill them herself, this was at the age of 8. When Rida had to kill her parents she had rushed towards where she knew her father, a wildlife hunter, kept his gun. As her parents were closing in on her she grabbed a shotgun and shot them. They layed dead on the ground before her, all covered in their own blood and torn to pieces by the shotgun.

She spent a few months scarred from the experience but after that she started to go out hunting vampires and killing them before they got a chance to retaliate.

At around the age of 15 she was found by the hunters and joined them. Ever since she has been known as extremely short tempered as she goes after the vampires and kills them often before they got a chance to start pleading. Within the Hunters she has gained the nick name of the Assassin Hunter.

Skills

Talents: Rida is very limber and has no problem scaling buildings and trees. Rida is also extremely hand with daggers. Sadly she can’t throw a dagger to save her life as she has never been able to understand how to do such a thing. She also can’t swim.

Wepon(s): Rida carries two daggers with her. These are daggers meant to be held though as she can’t throw them. She also carries a pistol with a silencer on the end as well. However one of her favorite weapons is her shotgun. She uses it not just for the power of it’s shot, but also due it’s wide spread range. This works best for her as her aim is not as good as the others.

Extra

When someone else asks about Rida’s parents she will freeze for a few seconds. This is one of her greatest flaws as the day she killed her parents still haunts her.
The only thing she has any compassion for is a mastiff dog named Gerald that is almost as big as her.

[shaitarn]

"It's them or us, and I vote for us; how 'bout you?"

About

Name: Nick Ferrin (Nicky to elderly female relatives or very close friends)

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Physical description: Tall (about 6’2”) with a lean, wiry frame. He has pale colouring – his hair is a shade between light and mid brown worn slightly too long to be tidy, he has bright blue eyes and (if you look very closely) a few freckles; he’s the sort who’ll burn before tanning. He has rather hard features that may give him something of a forbidding look, but he has a rather appealing lopsided smile when he uses it. He has an old scar on his left shoulder where a vampire tore a lump out of his shoulder a few years ago. He has a surprisingly rich voice, with a distinct British accent. He wears hard wearing, casual clothing (jeans and a plain shirt or T-shirt) and always has a slim silver chain with a couple of plain gold rings threaded on it around his neck under his shirt.

Personality: Nick comes across as distant and reserved, which he is to an extent – he’s perfectly polite and friendly, but tends to keep people at arm’s length until he gets to know them. Despite his reserve, he’s very much a team player and will do what’s required of him without any complaints, though if he thinks something is a bad idea he’ll point out his objection and the reasons behind it. But still waters run deep – he does have passions, just doesn’t like sharing them with everyone. Rub him up the wrong way and he will eventually snap; get close to him and he’ll be one of the most loyal friends you could hope to have. He has a very dry, ‘British’ sense of humour.

Background: Born in the small town of Whitstable in Kent, Nick’s early years were happy until his father died when he was eight and his mother remarried two years later. Nick disliked his step-father with more than a young child’s typical animosity – he couldn’t explain why, just that he ‘felt wrong’. Nick started spying on his parents and spotted his step-father feeding on his mother. He didn’t quite understand what was happening but was repulsed by it and flew at his step-father. He was easily batted aside, but the sight of his step-father’s face twisted into something animalistic made him scream with terror and fury. While his mother tried to deal with the thing her husband had become, Nick snatched the bayonet left from his grandfather’s service in the war and stabbed him repeatedly until a lucky blow took him in the heart. A story of intruders and a botched robbery satisfied the police, and Nick and his mother left the area, moving in with his mother’s sister in London. A week later his mother started getting ill; she left Nick in his aunt’s care and left – he hasn’t seen her since, and hopes she is genuinely dead.

As Nick grew older he realised his step-father was only one of the monsters that teemed in the country. He took to carrying his grandfather’s bayonet with him, originally for protection, but he started to consider killing the monsters if he got the chance. He took out a couple of vampires (more through luck than anything else) and while trailing one ‘monster’ he ran into a group of hunters and after being shouted out for almost ruining their operations, he was recruited to join them – he was given proper training with his blades and took exercises to improve his stamina and agility, which eventually led to him taking up parkour. He married when he was twenty five and ‘retired’ from the field for a year or so, training younger hunters instead, but his wife was caught and turned by the monsters. He had to kill her himself (the scar on his shoulder came from where he hesitated long enough for her to tear into him), and his hatred for the monsters grew more bitter, particularly as his wife had told him a week before she was pregnant. Now he lives to kill vampires – it’s all he has left.

Skills

Talents: Stamina: Nick has strong endurance and a high pain threshold.
Agility: His training has left him fit and agile – he’s not an Olympic athlete, but he could still do basic parkour if he had to.
He is an expert with his blades, ranging from his grandfather’s bayonet to a foot long seax. He can fight with them or unarmed with a hotchpotch mix of fighting skills – a mix of martial arts moves he’s picked up (no one set discipline) and simple dirty fighting.
Good with a crossbow – he usually uses a mini crossbow due to it being easier to conceal, but could manage a full size one.
Experience – he’s been fighting these things most of his life; he knows a lot about how to find them and kill them.

Weapon(s): He has a variety of blades that he uses – he normally has four or five concealed on him at any one time. He always keeps them sharp.
If he’s wearing a longer coat, it’s because he’s got his seax or mini-crossbow on him.

Nick's blades

Extra

Has semi-adopted a stray cat he calls Stoker - it doesn't come in the flat, but he leaves food out on the fire-escape for it.
Used to play guitar before his wife died, but now there’s dust gathering on his guitar case.

[TheWildBunnii]

"The world is a very bizarre place and nothing is off limits. "

-Rob Dyke

Name: Autumn "Mother" O'Riley

Age: Died at age 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Physical description: Red, long hair slightly reveals a chiseled, charming face. Expressive silver eyes, set sunken within their sockets. A old scar in shaped of an old Celtic symbol is almost hidden under a choker, on the left side of her neck, a pleasurable memory of a deceased love. The face of Autumn O'Riley, a true winner among vampires. She stands gracefully with her subtle frame. There is something captivating about the pale goddess, perhaps it's a feeling of coldness or perhaps it's simply her disposition. But nonetheless, people tend to follow her and tend to stay on her good side, while secretly fearing her.

Personality: After 46 years, Autumn is one of the most level headed vampires the world had ever seen. She has a habit of getting her way, she’s the sort of woman that people just can’t seem to say no to. Her long locks and bright eyes may be part of the reason that her art is so effective but in reality it’s the motherly role she plays. One look at people with that loving expression, her soft words playing with their emotions, is enough to have them wrapped around her little finger. She may be good in height but on the inside she's much bigger and much more powerful than the majority of people she meets.

Background:

Hush, come little children.

The life of a supernatural was not one that Louise and Jean O'Riley saw for their daughter because they were blissfully unaware that any existed. Jean worked as a US Army Signals Analyst with the National Security Agency and his wife, Louise, worked part-time for a home decor agency that often decorated the homes of the political elite. A loving republican couple was only their facade, inside their home Louise and Jean weren’t really a couple. Both were recovering homosexuals who regularly attended homosexuality anonymous meetings and married more for mutual support rather than actual love. This was why Autumn wasn’t born of love but pressure. Her parents had been married five years without conceiving and all their friends and family could ask them was when they were going to have kids. The two years it took had them constantly fighting about whether or not it was worth it. In 1954, Autumn was born and they adored their daughter, who they named after Jean’s deceased grandmother.

Middle school was when things started to change for Autumn. Her parents had started to grow distant and she didn’t understand why. Even though her parents played dutiful roles it became clear how unhappy they were. Autumn was no longer a baby and her first word and first day of kindergarten could no longer distract them from how unhappy they were. Almost never at home, Autumn rarely spoke to them, merely taking advantage of the fact they would sign any permission slip she slid in front of their faces, congratulate her whenever she spoke of good news and smile whenever she picked a movie. It felt so rehearsed which was why in her final year she started to go through her parents things. She didn’t want anything to turn up but it did. Autumn found some gay pornographic material. It seemed kind of like a joke, something one of her friends had left behind.

Still the next evening when her parents went out she followed them. They took a short walk to a local community center and went inside. Autumn looked around, trying to find out why they could be in there. That was when she saw the flyer for “Homosexuals Anonymous.” It seemed unthinkable that this could be what her parents were attending but with what she had found it made sense. Sneaking home she started to notice things that she never had before. How often her father slept on the couch, the lack of ‘couples’ pictures on the walls, the notes they left for each other. It all felt so distant.

Everything started to feel so fake for her, the pastel pink sweaters she wore to display a suburban innocence felt like lies. She couldn’t handle it but she couldn’t stand the thought of addressing her parents about it. Her whole summer before high school was spent trying to work out why. The question seemed to plague her because her parents had always told her to be proud of who she is, if that was wrong then why were they trying to change themselves?

By the time Autumn started high school she had a new look. It wasn’t khakis and sweaters it was short skirts and revealing shirts. What had mainly made the difference was that Autumn had started to drink. It started with one drink during the middle of the holidays when her parents had kissed before going to bed. She had felt such disgust with the act she had stolen her father’s rarely used brandy. Since it only became more regular she drank to deal with everything that she wasn’t letting anyone in on. Her friends drifted away when they could no longer stand the stench of vodka that came off her and how she was constantly running up her parents credit card bills as a twisted form of punishment. Time had come to make new friends, ones that fit her new self. She met people she could have fun with, losing her virginity to a boy in her calculus class she’d never spoken to before that night. Autumn was very free about it all, becoming slowly aware she liked both men and women. Even her parents couldn’t do anything about what was going on and punishment proved futile.

Finally her father discovered what Autumn knew and what she had been up to. Her friends decided to visit a lounge a few towns over from theirs, very inebriated by the time she arrived, Autumn spent the evening with her lips against that of her best friend Kylie. Unbeknownst to her Jean O'Riley was there, as he yelled at his daughter she merely laughed until he was done. Creating quite a scene she announced what she knew with a multitude of insults directed at him. Her father took her home and the next morning was gone. He left a note, he could not do it anymore and he had enough. Louise tried to help Autumn but was only met with aggressive responses, the most notable of which was when she spat in her mother’s face during a parent teacher interview. College was out of the question, and her mother had informed her she’d set her a job if only she cleaned up her act. Autumn didn’t and by the end of the summer her mother had kicked her out the house hoping she'll hit rock bottom and return to home.

If Louise had known the kind of rock bottom in store for her daughter she would have kept her by her side until the day of her death.

One evening out in the town, Autumn was called over to a table by a man a few years her senior but not by much, never opposed to finding a bed for the evening she went. Drunk on all liquor imaginable she did not notice the man biting her. It wasn’t until she woke up inside six feet under with an powerful hunger, confusion and fear cloud her mind. She clawed her way out of the coffin with her bare hands. Once she had resurfaced from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. She was handed a warm glass by a woman and towering over her, the man from the evening staring at her with amazement.

Valentin Avery was a tall man with a young face and dark hair. In his black on black ensemble he was like a brunette male version of herself, even his plump lips reminded her of her own. It was his eyes however that in her sober state she noticed reflected in different hues. Once she had downed the drink, did little to quench her hunger. For the first time, he spoke to her about the news of the a plague which was all over the papers, taking the lives of the living. It was the new evolution of the era. He explained what he had made her and he had searched for a 'true' heir to make sure his family would be reunited. He had apparently found many, descendants of his brothers and sisters but it was she who had appealed to him with her natural taste for the darkness.

He said they would go away, there was a place for her where she could learn to be the best progeny she could be. And if she accept, he could give her all she desired. Fear to be locked away again, she accepted.

Everything flew by for Autumn after that. Her life suddenly gone, falling from her fingers like sand. She was so hungry all the time, they often stop, for Autumn to indulge in her hunger. Her sire gained great amusement from it and every time he smiled or felt joy she had a kind of validation for her actions that she did not completely understand. She did not understand her connection to the man at all. All she felt was love him. Enough to the intensity of a lion, she bared fangs at anyone who got to close.

Living in his estate, he taught her all he knew. Autumn was the ideal student and heir he longed for. However, her hunger was never sedated. Autumn spent her free hours constantly eating. Valentin grew concerned about her diet. While her hunger grew, her skills began to bloom.

Soon, the morgue's nobodies wasn't enough. She began to tortured without concern for the innocents, even going as far to bathe in the blood of her victims. Valentin could not abide this any longer, in his home. The place where they were meant to be safe from the growing hunters. Vampires were predatory and animalistic beings. To him, she had become a monster.

It was not long before Autumn grew tried of the elder, unable to bring herself to murder the very man she had cared for her. Autumn escaped one night, capturing the attention of a hunter. She lead the fellow killer to the estate, where with success the hunter spotted Valentin and slayed the old vampire. As a reward, she feast upon the hunter and played in his flesh.

Overtime, Autumn took the estate as her own while she grew stronger. She discovered her true calling after offering shelter to a few of her kind. They worship her strength and her humble services.

She quickly rose to prominence as "Mother", providing food, protection and sanctuary to all those willing to serve her. In 2013, Perpetual Masquerade was born.

Skills

Talents:
-Enhanced Condition: Strength, Senses, Endurance, Agility, Speed, and Durability.
-Regenerative Healing Factor: Only when she feeds on a fresh kill.
-The Power to Transform People into Vampires.
Weapon(s):
Her "Children"
Herself

Extra

Those under her clan bare the following,symbol.