Physical Description: Standing before you at 5', is a small in stature woman with warm mocha skin. Her shape is lean with only hints of hips under her often baggy attire, and a modest chest proving her homely physique's lack of fatty deposits. A set of piercing, onyx eyes rest below a thick set of trimmed brows, each orb framed by an ashen application of smudged liner. A slopping bridge of bone leads down to a rounded, button of a partially wide nose. Below that is a flattering set of full, smooth lips, that, when curling into a smile, press dimples into each of the woman's cheeks. A wild mane of onyx curls crown her oval shaped head, the overall length impossible to guess at first glance, or even second.
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Skillset: French and English Speaker Cook Survivalist Hunting Tracking Mixed Weaponry Knowledge/Use Occult Studies/Rituals
History: Lynette "Lynnie" LaCroux was born in the swamps of Iberville Parish, Louisiana. The men of the LaCroux family were often called 'Hunters' by those that knew them, and the tradition was passed down through the generations. In her small home community, heavy with superstition, her birth was seen as a bad omen, one that almost led to her death moments after her first gasps of life. Were it not for her uncle, Byron, her story would have began on bloody sheets, and ended in a gator's belly.
Now under the care of Byron, Lyn would live a nomadic life, and with a growing skill-set most would have considered odd. Her training was often fierce at times as the pair was often lost in the wilds, spending days, even weeks, tracking down a certain creep or another. Weaponry and rituals would follow, along with the ability to survive without the need of civilization. Lyn was being molded, shaped, formed, to be self-sufficient, and deadly. The girl would soon come to the realization that the world around her was full of more than just the hypocrisy of the race wars, or the battle raging in the west.
It was instilled in the young girl to 'keep moving' and 'survive' against all costs. There was also another lesson that would be repeated to the girl like a holy mantra; Family is the only Heaven on Earth. The girl would soon come to the realization that the world around her was full of more than just the hypocrisy of the race wars, or the battle raging in the west.
The pair's adventures together would come to an abrupt end from the most unlikely source. While on a job in Savannah, Georgia, the pair was enjoying a break at a petrol station. Byron was soon locked in a confrontation with local authorities. Words were exchanged, peaceful or not, shots rang out, waking Lyn from her slumber in the back seat of their car. Quick to launch herself out, and to kneel at her uncle's side, she was dragged away by her hair and planted face first into the ground, crying out and sobbing as Byron bleed out an arm's length away. A swell of pain grew in her chest, and another numbed the back of her skull after it came into contact with the jutting strikes of a boot heel. It would be hours before she would awaken, still on the ground, and across from the deceased body of her mentor, and the only family she had ever known.
After dragging the body away and speeding into the swamps outside of the city, she dug Byron a grave inside of a church yard, making sure to bless the ground he would soon be resting in. The old bottle of whiskey that Byron had kept in the glove-box of his car was spent that night, both shared with the ground, and rushing down the girl's gullet. It was in that same glove-box that she also came across a leather bound journal. Byron had always been secretive about the book, but she knew he wrote in it daily, nightly, whenever he had time to spare.
Lyn lingered at the burial ground for days, watching the grass peak out from the freshly upturned earth, and reading. Page after page, she studied, absorbing all her uncle had left to offer. Once she reached the last page, a new fire was kindled in her broken, petite body. There, it was explained to Lyn that she was something called 'wolf-blooded', and that she was not alone. Byron's connections with a MC known as The Wild Hunt pointed her in the direction of something akin to new family, and, a new start.
After a few days of sobering up, she set out to find the MC's club house, and its members.
Psychological Profile: Never having a real roof over her head, Lynette is self-reliant, and is often quick to shrug off anything she considers a handout. She is also often reserved, and not quick to trust others she has just met. However, she is quick to offer assistance to those in need, and is fearless in the face of rather dark, and dangerous, situations. She's hellishly protective of those she considers family, and will battle tooth and nail to keep them safe.
Count me in as very interested. Have a couple more experienced rpers interested as well. One will be making an account when the lock is lifted.
I'm one of the players that is interested in this RP/Forum. I spoke with you on Discord as Lizzarooroo, HeySeuss. I'm excited to get the ball rolling! ^_^
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