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I apologize for the time it took to complete this. I was preoccupied with life but I'm here. :)
Name: Natalie A. Hale
Age: 17
Date of Birth: October 18th, 1994
Sex and Gender: Female, feminine
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Natalie is built and athletic, with a slender build. She has long, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Often her hair is in a braid. On her right hip she has a skull tattoo and birds on her right shoulder. Loves dark purple, red, grey, and black.
Personality: Loud, care-free, and outspoken, it's a wonder how Nate survives. Her tongue is quick to seduce or manipulate, even lie, to someone. Doing what she wants, when she wants, is how she operates. Her humor comes at inconvenient moments, as does her sassy remarks. With a smirk reeking of trouble, Natalie seems to cause destruction wherever she goes. Frequently, rules to her have a habit of not applying. There is more than meets the eye to her - perhaps genuine compassion.
Gang Affiliations: None.
Hobbies: Nate enjoys playing basketball and hockey, enjoys painting, and swimming. She also loves trouble of any kind. Loves loud, rap and rock music and enjoys being outside.
Job/Occupation: She works part-time at a gas station.
Extra Curricular/Additional Courses: None
Backstory: Natalie's home life was never stable or enjoyable. Her mother, Anita, was runaway who was knocked up early in her life. he took care of herself, thankfully until Nate was born. Her mother then involved herself with drugs and prostitution to make a living for Nate and herself. Her "Father", Byron, was a drug addict. He didn't care for anything other than his drugs and often went o violent rampages. Home life wasn't safe for Natalie and she ended going to a foster family.
The orphanage didn't care much for her; not with her family history and was therefore neglected. Growing up unruly and unsupervised, Natalie often either found or caused trouble for her own entertainment. It wasn't always legal. Fortunately, not everything she enjoyed growing up was troublesome - she did manage to find safe hobbies. When she was older, she learned about her parent's and became curious on finding out about them. The results, well, damaged Nate beyond what people ever knew. Nobody can tell, and Nate often doesn't allow herself to think about it.
The lyric, "I'm a problem that doesn't want to be solved", describes her in a nutshell.
Hometown: Asheville
Pick four numbers: 0 1 0 3
Other: She smokes occasionally, and loves partying.
Name: Natalie A. Hale
Age: 17
Date of Birth: October 18th, 1994
Sex and Gender: Female, feminine
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Natalie is built and athletic, with a slender build. She has long, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Often her hair is in a braid. On her right hip she has a skull tattoo and birds on her right shoulder. Loves dark purple, red, grey, and black.
Personality: Loud, care-free, and outspoken, it's a wonder how Nate survives. Her tongue is quick to seduce or manipulate, even lie, to someone. Doing what she wants, when she wants, is how she operates. Her humor comes at inconvenient moments, as does her sassy remarks. With a smirk reeking of trouble, Natalie seems to cause destruction wherever she goes. Frequently, rules to her have a habit of not applying. There is more than meets the eye to her - perhaps genuine compassion.
Gang Affiliations: None.
Hobbies: Nate enjoys playing basketball and hockey, enjoys painting, and swimming. She also loves trouble of any kind. Loves loud, rap and rock music and enjoys being outside.
Job/Occupation: She works part-time at a gas station.
Extra Curricular/Additional Courses: None
Backstory: Natalie's home life was never stable or enjoyable. Her mother, Anita, was runaway who was knocked up early in her life. he took care of herself, thankfully until Nate was born. Her mother then involved herself with drugs and prostitution to make a living for Nate and herself. Her "Father", Byron, was a drug addict. He didn't care for anything other than his drugs and often went o violent rampages. Home life wasn't safe for Natalie and she ended going to a foster family.
The orphanage didn't care much for her; not with her family history and was therefore neglected. Growing up unruly and unsupervised, Natalie often either found or caused trouble for her own entertainment. It wasn't always legal. Fortunately, not everything she enjoyed growing up was troublesome - she did manage to find safe hobbies. When she was older, she learned about her parent's and became curious on finding out about them. The results, well, damaged Nate beyond what people ever knew. Nobody can tell, and Nate often doesn't allow herself to think about it.
The lyric, "I'm a problem that doesn't want to be solved", describes her in a nutshell.
Hometown: Asheville
Pick four numbers: 0 1 0 3
Other: She smokes occasionally, and loves partying.
I would like to reserve a spot. :)
Marceline Salvatore-Rivers
James Salvatore
Laurel Shay Knight
Xavier Andrew Wright
Persephone Wright
Victorie Clément
Mortimer Black
Reese Baldwin
Harry Wellington
Desiree Clément
Ezra Black
James Salvatore
Laurel Shay Knight
Xavier Andrew Wright
Persephone Wright
Victorie Clément
Mortimer Black
Reese Baldwin
Harry Wellington
Desiree Clément
Ezra Black
Xavier's gaze never drifted from the road ahead of him. The empty, cemented roads weren't comforting; they were as broken as his family. One sister had scars all over her body and severe depression; the other hide their feelings. Xavier didn't know what was worse: the depressed sister or the one burying her emotions? He sighed and gripped the steering wheel. He couldn't ponder it now he had to arrive at the new house without being in, or causing, an accident. The giggle from Rose made him turn his head nonetheless and then back to the road. Random giggles from her like this were nice to hear, but he knew she was also acting half the time.
He wasn't sure how to handle either situations. The loan from the bank for their new house was going to be hard to pay off. On top of that, he had all the bills and the girls' education to pay for. Persephone was going into her senior year, and Rose her junior. There was nobody in town he knew and much less, would trust. How would he manage all this? Just thinking about it caused his head to ache further. This wasn't something he knew how to handle. And then, back at the house, when their parents were being murdered - there was an incident. He didn't know why or how it happened, but it had and he was afraid to speak up. This had to be nothing.... There was no way it had occurred.. How could -
A car nearly smashed into him, causing him to jerk the wheel and swerve. He honked the horn in frustration and nearly yelled out the window. He reminded himself it would only startle the two, and Persephone might freak out at the unexpected shout. The drive left without a glance back. "Sorry, girls," he told them s he glanced in the mirror. Persephone looked over, acknowledging him, then away without a word. If she was or wasn't, he wouldn't know; she did not speak often. He sighed and looked over at Rose. "You alright?" He glanced away to intently stare at the road ahead of him. He was not letting anything bad happen to these girls anymore. He vowed on it. If something happened, he was going to lose it. Persephone and Rose were the only people he had left. The rest of the family had isolated them in fear of being targeted. The sympathy cards were written so fake that he couldn't fathom the
Minutes later, they arrived at the new house. Xavier sighed in relief and pulled in and parked. He opened his door and then opened the others for the girls. Then he glanced around the neighborhood and waited for the two to climb out. Once they had, he beckoned them forward as he lead them into the house. "Let me make sure it's empty first." He told them. "Wait here." He entered after unlocking the door with the key left in the mailbox. Xavier strode inside to the colonial house. To the left against the wall was a staircase leading upstairs with a white railing. The living room was on the other side of the wall, and to his right, the two separate bedrooms. Ahead was the kitchen, which he observed, was rather quaint. It was modernized, but it had an older house appeal. The wallpaper was something out of the fifty's - the people who had lived here had not taken the time to redo it. Xavier could care less how it looked, as long as it was functional. At least the girls might like the cream wallpaper with the flowers painted on it. The floor was carpeted with wood beneath it, he noticed, as it creaked when he walked forward.
Fifteen minutes later, he beckoned the two inside. "It's safe," He told them as he glanced around. A tall girl with big, curly brown hair was looking over at them curiously from down the street. She wore a taupe blouse tucked into a plaid skirt and a pair of booties. Her tie was flying aimlessly in the wind. She smiled at them warmly then entered her home. He looked away and ushered the girls inside then shut the door.
He wasn't sure how to handle either situations. The loan from the bank for their new house was going to be hard to pay off. On top of that, he had all the bills and the girls' education to pay for. Persephone was going into her senior year, and Rose her junior. There was nobody in town he knew and much less, would trust. How would he manage all this? Just thinking about it caused his head to ache further. This wasn't something he knew how to handle. And then, back at the house, when their parents were being murdered - there was an incident. He didn't know why or how it happened, but it had and he was afraid to speak up. This had to be nothing.... There was no way it had occurred.. How could -
A car nearly smashed into him, causing him to jerk the wheel and swerve. He honked the horn in frustration and nearly yelled out the window. He reminded himself it would only startle the two, and Persephone might freak out at the unexpected shout. The drive left without a glance back. "Sorry, girls," he told them s he glanced in the mirror. Persephone looked over, acknowledging him, then away without a word. If she was or wasn't, he wouldn't know; she did not speak often. He sighed and looked over at Rose. "You alright?" He glanced away to intently stare at the road ahead of him. He was not letting anything bad happen to these girls anymore. He vowed on it. If something happened, he was going to lose it. Persephone and Rose were the only people he had left. The rest of the family had isolated them in fear of being targeted. The sympathy cards were written so fake that he couldn't fathom the
Minutes later, they arrived at the new house. Xavier sighed in relief and pulled in and parked. He opened his door and then opened the others for the girls. Then he glanced around the neighborhood and waited for the two to climb out. Once they had, he beckoned them forward as he lead them into the house. "Let me make sure it's empty first." He told them. "Wait here." He entered after unlocking the door with the key left in the mailbox. Xavier strode inside to the colonial house. To the left against the wall was a staircase leading upstairs with a white railing. The living room was on the other side of the wall, and to his right, the two separate bedrooms. Ahead was the kitchen, which he observed, was rather quaint. It was modernized, but it had an older house appeal. The wallpaper was something out of the fifty's - the people who had lived here had not taken the time to redo it. Xavier could care less how it looked, as long as it was functional. At least the girls might like the cream wallpaper with the flowers painted on it. The floor was carpeted with wood beneath it, he noticed, as it creaked when he walked forward.
Fifteen minutes later, he beckoned the two inside. "It's safe," He told them as he glanced around. A tall girl with big, curly brown hair was looking over at them curiously from down the street. She wore a taupe blouse tucked into a plaid skirt and a pair of booties. Her tie was flying aimlessly in the wind. She smiled at them warmly then entered her home. He looked away and ushered the girls inside then shut the door.
A market in Frankford, New Jersey
10:15 AM
The market before him lay more barren than the desert of Arizona. Drake found himself cursing fluently in his mind's eye, scowling all the while. Why did the damn Wolves destroy this area? He hated the group so much; everyone was suffering, and they had to take everything for themselves? He grunted and kicked over a piece of wood. It shattered into tiny pieces and scattered across the ground. Useless, worthless... Was there anything left in this damn world to live for? Drake often pondered the question, then had to remind himself that his family was out there. He had to find them and make sure they were okay. But where did he start? Drake had no idea. It puzzled him and drove him insane.
He glanced around the market and sighed once more. Mentally, he began counting his supplies; he had Chef Boyarde's ravioli, small bags of chips, fruit cups, and a few cereal bars. Nothing was exactly health,y but he didn't care; food was food now. It had to last him a month or two as well. The impulse to scarf it down was overwhelming. He sighed, glanced around once more. The sound of gunfire echoed in the background, but soon died out. If he didn't hear it at least once a day, then it meant something was wrong. The gun tucked tightly in his belt was something Drake checked for daily.
Up ahead, he spotted a truck. Drake jogged over and echoed into his bag and handed the guy a bag of Lays. "Can I have a ride?" He quizzed him. the guy beamed and took the chips, nodding. Drake sighed in relief and climbed onto the back. Soon, the the spots were filled and the driver took off. He knew to keep his head down; but the chance of seeing someone he knew was tantalizing. He looked up front; saw no-one, then looked at the back. There was a kid sitting next to a familiar looking dark haired woman. He stared, questioningly, then looked away. As the truck turned, he glanced over once more and saw the facial features. His heart began to race. Was that... Was that...?
"Adelaide?" Drake called in an undertone as to not disrupt the others. "Is that you?" He stared hopefully, though he didn't want to lose his hopes if it wasn't her. Adelaide was his best friend and one of the only people he ever missed besides his family.He missed her so much. She was his sunshine in this dark, gloomy world. She made him want to live when he found it hopeless. Drake's lips twitched upwards as he slowly made his way over from his spot nearest the windows. "I-I-I don't mean to disturb you; you just look like someone I kn-knew and I was seeing if you were here. If not, I'm sorry to disturb you." Drake sighed as he looked down at the floor of the truck. Please God, he thought, don't trick me like this.
10:15 AM
The market before him lay more barren than the desert of Arizona. Drake found himself cursing fluently in his mind's eye, scowling all the while. Why did the damn Wolves destroy this area? He hated the group so much; everyone was suffering, and they had to take everything for themselves? He grunted and kicked over a piece of wood. It shattered into tiny pieces and scattered across the ground. Useless, worthless... Was there anything left in this damn world to live for? Drake often pondered the question, then had to remind himself that his family was out there. He had to find them and make sure they were okay. But where did he start? Drake had no idea. It puzzled him and drove him insane.
He glanced around the market and sighed once more. Mentally, he began counting his supplies; he had Chef Boyarde's ravioli, small bags of chips, fruit cups, and a few cereal bars. Nothing was exactly health,y but he didn't care; food was food now. It had to last him a month or two as well. The impulse to scarf it down was overwhelming. He sighed, glanced around once more. The sound of gunfire echoed in the background, but soon died out. If he didn't hear it at least once a day, then it meant something was wrong. The gun tucked tightly in his belt was something Drake checked for daily.
Up ahead, he spotted a truck. Drake jogged over and echoed into his bag and handed the guy a bag of Lays. "Can I have a ride?" He quizzed him. the guy beamed and took the chips, nodding. Drake sighed in relief and climbed onto the back. Soon, the the spots were filled and the driver took off. He knew to keep his head down; but the chance of seeing someone he knew was tantalizing. He looked up front; saw no-one, then looked at the back. There was a kid sitting next to a familiar looking dark haired woman. He stared, questioningly, then looked away. As the truck turned, he glanced over once more and saw the facial features. His heart began to race. Was that... Was that...?
"Adelaide?" Drake called in an undertone as to not disrupt the others. "Is that you?" He stared hopefully, though he didn't want to lose his hopes if it wasn't her. Adelaide was his best friend and one of the only people he ever missed besides his family.He missed her so much. She was his sunshine in this dark, gloomy world. She made him want to live when he found it hopeless. Drake's lips twitched upwards as he slowly made his way over from his spot nearest the windows. "I-I-I don't mean to disturb you; you just look like someone I kn-knew and I was seeing if you were here. If not, I'm sorry to disturb you." Drake sighed as he looked down at the floor of the truck. Please God, he thought, don't trick me like this.
Sorry! I've been busy and distracted. :O I posted. If anyone wants to be near Perrie, you may do so.
I set her in Brooklyn, though I'm not familiar with the state itself... so I'm not actually sure if she is near anyone at all.
I set her in Brooklyn, though I'm not familiar with the state itself... so I'm not actually sure if she is near anyone at all.
New York - Brooklyn
10 A.M.
10 A.M.
"HEY!" The deep yell was not enough to disrupt Perenelle's footwork along the narrow edge of the roof. Half the roof had caved in itself; the rest was fighting to survive. If she managed to make it into the building then out, Perrie knew she would be able to escape. If not, she wasn't too worried. After all, she was the infamous Little Red, was she not? Surviving was her first talent. The second was managing to escape without her victims knowing how she had. Her cherry red lips pulled upwards into a smirk as the cock of a gun sounded nearby. Eloquently following was a whizzing bullet. She grinned and hopped onto the landing. With her arms out to catch her fall and legs braced, she landed on the crippled landing. The bullet whizzed overhead and missed her. Giggling with amusement, the thief darted down the dilapidated staircase, taking two at a time.
"Goddammit!" roared the man with fury, stomping his feet and cursing fluently. Though she didn't catch all of it, Perenelle heard a few choice swear words that she herself would not have used. Loud voices, similar foul language, and aggravation were revived in Perrie's mind. The memories and thoughts she had pushed back were starting to haunt her once more. With a deep breath and narrowed eyes, she paused on the third last step and took out her bow. Vermin like this one were not necessary to this world. She strung an arrow and waited patiently, crouched on the step. The thundering of the man's feet were audible - one would think they would strive to be quieter. This didn't seem to be the man's goal; perhaps he thought he could intimidate her. How arrogant of him, she thought with an eye roll.
The second the door creaked open, Perrie let her arrow fly forward. The arrow pierced the man's heart, near an artery. The man's face contorted with rage and hatred, now became a mask of shock. "Got you, bastard," She hissed as she stood up. The man choke, his chest now stained with red, then stumbled backwards and fell. She strode over to him, hoisting her knapsack filled with supplies and food, and smacked it over his head. His eyes then rolled to the back of his head as he permanently fell silent. She grabbed him by his feet and struggled to pull him inside. She groaned after a moment and gazed around. There was someone coming up the street for reasons unknown.
Perrie adjusted her mask which was a combination of black and red. No one else in her group wore red on their masks; it was her color. The sides were laced with raven feathers; the front crisscrossed and was designed with lace at the top and bottom. The mask settled politely on her nose and covered her eyes. The rest of her face was shrouded by her hood. Perenelle smirked as she recalled what her masked appeared as. This had been with her for so long that she couldn't bear to part with it. Not only that, but it was her group's style. Without it, she was just Perenelle; people knew her name and face. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and memories, turning to the boy outside. She stepped over the dead man and took out her bow, stringing multiple arrows.
"Get over here." she ordered intently. The man jumped, startled, whirling over to face her. "Come over here now or I'll shoot you." He swallowed then reluctantly came over to her. "Pull him inside." He nodded once more, quivering with what appeared to be fear. It shocked her. How could a grown man be afraid of her? Then again, her group was well known, especially in New York. She watched him intently, bow still aimed at him. As the man hoisted her victim inside, Perrie followed him inside.
"Please don’t hurt me." He pleaded as he finished and turned to her. "I have a wife and kids and –“
"-Oh I had no intention of doing so. It's your lucky day." She smiled sweetly, her eyes glittering. "You can run along now, little doggie." She gestured outside as if he didn't know it himself. He ran out hurriedly down the street and out of sight. Wherever he had been going, was forgotten. She almost felt pity for him. Almost. She tore her arrow out of the man’s chest so no evidence was left behind. With a grin and a malicious smile, Perrie looked at the dead man. She kicked his shin then strode out the door, down an alleyway, and back to her hideout.
There was a meal to be made and people to feed.
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Guardians, superior hunters
Superior
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Guardians, superior hunters
Superior
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Well, that was a struggle. @_@ I had no idea spoiler became hider, so I was baffled. haha... you learn a new thing every day!
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