Okay cool. Also yes I'm aware that you haven't posted the deities yet. It's just an idea I'm floating in my head.
So...Is this still going on or did I miss something?It is. I'm sorry. These past couple days Ive been really busy. Tomorrow for sure ill get back on this.
Wondering if there's still a spot available, as there is quite a handful of characters already. Also, if a non-human character is available, I might have something for it. I'll assume angels are out of the question due to OP status (wasn't what I was thinking of, just touching bases), but what about fallen (no wings) or Nephilim? Think it might be fun to be a lower tier angel that was cut off from Heaven and forgotten about, taking up his duties for humanity by hunting the evils that lurk in the shadows. He wouldn't have much power, being separated from Heaven, but minor/moderate healing and his long life span would be it for the most part.Sorry I'm gonna go ahead and say no more new players for now. Thing is I still have a lot of people from the interest check who still need to post characters so it's going to be pretty crowded. Maybe if people drop later on you can join in.
Name: Jason, "Edge" Appearance: Standing at 6'2", Jason looks pretty normal for a late-middle aged man. Graying hair, wears a lot of nice looking suits, smart shoes, well groomed, and looks generally pleasant enough for a guy who seems to be in his late forties or mid fifties. But, there are certain... Abnormalities. For one, despite his age, he's built like a brick shit house, all dense muscle all over, like he's spent his entire life fighting- Mostly because he has. He's absolutely riddled with scars from various things, though not so many as to suggest he doesn't know how to duck, and he has his share of tattoos- Most for decoration, but he does have an anti-possession symbol tattooed on his left shoulder, and a demon trap on his left palm. Silver-grey eyes bore into what ever he might be looking at at any given moment, shooting off an air of experience, often described as if he's looking through people, rather than at them. Skills: Jason has been at the game for a very long time- And as such, he's picked up the skills that work best for him in his hunting. He's never been one for the new-age things, possessing only a basic knowledge of computers and phones- Enough to know how to research something online and check his voicemail, essentially. However, the more classic skills are abundant with him- Up close and personal combat, tracking, staying inconspicuous in a town or city- And, a massive knowledge of lore on all things supernatural, gained from long years of hunting and killing pretty much everything commonly seen. He's a good shot with rifles and handguns, though certainly not the best. And of course, there's the skill that got him his nickname of "Edge". It's near impossible to find him without a trio of knives on his person, and if he goes somewhere -knowing- what he'll be facing, one is almost certain to find him carrying a sword of the appropriate type- Iron for ghosts, silver for the plethora of things silver is useful on, and good old steel against men- Also the three kinds of knife he'll always carry. Equipment: As stated, he practically always has three knives on his person- Iron, steel, and silver. He drives a fairly recent model pickup with a covered bed- In which he stores all of his -other- tools. Swords, rifles, pistols, holy water, a few bags of various commonly-used spell and alchemy ingredients. A devils trap is etched into the bed, as well as the roof of the cabin, just in cast he ever gets stuck dealing with demons. His blades, of course, are his favorite weapons- Each blessed in half a dozen different ways, regularly treated in holy oil, and covered in all kinds of runes made for all kinds of beasties. And of course, bullets of iron and silver for every make and model of gun in the truckbed as well. Reason for Hunting: Jason started hunting young- Very young. Unlike some, he didn't get thrown into the world through some grand tragedy. No, he was raised into the trade, one of those unfortunate youth who never had a chance of a normal life. Through the constant travel and practice helping his father, he picked up the skills and knowledge necessary to start- And grabbed the rest as he went. So far, he's considered himself lucky... After all, not many hunters grow old. His father and uncle certainly didn't. Age: 52 Personality: Jason is, generally, a decent man. He likes to help people, and when in the company of 'normals', as he calls them around other hunters, he takes on the persona of your average cheery grandfather. But, around hunters, he doesn't bother with charades. While he still remains well mannered and generally friendly, he maintains the healthy levels of suspicion and bluntness required to survive the job, never beating around the bush, and making absolutely certain people know where they stand with him at all times. Bio: As said, Jason was born and raised into the Hunter life. He is, by definition, a bastard- Never knowing his mother, and never bothering to ask about her, either. He was an only child, and where his father went, he went. Most of his first seven years were spent in daycares, or spending most of his time with his uncle- A 'retired' hunter, or at least as retired as a hunter could be. He helped with monster research, looked up old lore, spent a lot of time in libraries, practiced the skills he would need once he was old enough to get in on the hunting. Once he did reach the age where his father felt he was able to handle himself in the field work, he spent all of his time on the road, handling job after job with his father, from ghosts to witches to wendigos and werewolves, and everything in between. Of course, inevitably, he eventually wound up on his own- A story he's not overly fond of talking about. His father pissed off the wrong vampire nest, and wound up torn limb from limb and buried under concrete, never afforded a proper hunter's funeral. His uncle went soon after- Though his death was mundane and civilian... Death by drunk driver, hitting him as he rolled his wheelchair across the street to buy himself some coffee. He, at least, was given a proper funeral. Ever since, Jason has worked mainly on his own, taking help where it was needed and offered from time to time, staying in contact with the hunter community, but generally keeping to himself. Other Info: The color blue gives him a headache, and he carries a seemingly endless supply of those funny little strawberry candies that seem to only be available to old people, as if they can only be bought in some secret old people club. You know. The ones you get at great grandmas house. Wrapped in strawberry patterned foil.Approved
NAME: Malcolm Okada GENDER: Male AGE: 23 APPEARANCE:ApprovedAs pictured. Malcolm is Asian, with straight black hair, sallow – unhealthily pale – skin and dark brown eyes. His most interesting feature is his hands, freakishly large with long, spidery fingers. While he stands and sits with an impeccable posture, his eyes are often shadowed by his fringe and nervously looking away from whoever he's speaking to. SKILLS:EQUIPMENT: Malcolm in general doesn't have many belongings, if only because what fits inside his dinky little Citroën Saxo is not much. His hunting equipment includes:
- (Former) English Literature and Theological Studies Student
- While perhaps a more mundane talent than most hunters would ever bother with, Malcolm went to college and while he never completed his degree he was already reading obscure religious texts and 'fiction' with the knowledge that some of it was real.
- Fluent in Japanese and Latin
- Malcolm, from a Japanese-American family, is bilingual and also learned Latin during his time at private school. Naturally, he can use both in his research on supernatural creatures (even rarer ones of Asian origins) and can fluently recite exorcisms.
- A "Student" Witch
- Malcolm, from his mid-teens onwards, was a bit of a rebel and joined what seemed like a regular teenage group focusing on the occult and the worship of nature. Of course, the supernatural beings he revered did, indeed exist. While he never made a deal for his powers, and those he can use are almost exclusively tracking and minor protection rituals, the ability is there.
REASON FOR BECOMING A HUNTER: The occult group he joined as a teenager turned out to be almost like a 'farm' for a particularly nasty demon that, once summoned, took possession of the leader – Malcolm's beloved girlfriend, Jenna James Bartlett. While finding a way to eject the demon currently slaughtering her way around the USA from Jenna James is his first priority, he has been creating a comprehensive guide to hunting in the interests of publishing it. It is not nearly complete. PERSONALITY: A scaredy-cat who goes against his true, cowardly nature for the sake of love and romance. Malcolm is a romantic at heart (the type to write poetry and buy flowers and moon over a girl) and also has a romantic ideal of heroism that he aspires to, even if his own weak nerve often gets the better of him. He is prone to panic, more than a little introverted and chronically shy around strangers and overall self-deprecating, but nonetheless friendly and open to helping others. BIO: Malcolm is pretty much the epitome if an upper-class spare heir. Loved by his parents, yes, but distant from them for being born second and more so for choosing an 'arty' career path instead of science or business. He attended a private university, had piano lessons (for most of his childhood) and ultimately never worried for anything more than test scores. Still, teenage hormones dictated that he had to stress and mope over something, and fate decided that it must be a girl. For this girl, Malcolm truanted school, took art and design, picked up smoking and joined the group of adolescent 'witches' worshipping the occult. The group lasted throughout most of his high school life and sparked his interest into the supernatural events of the world. As his friends progressed into college, things began to grow darker and more... morbid. Rituals under the leader became dangerous, ill-natured, and eventually it became apparent that Jenna James was possessed. Malcolm was the only one who noticed, or cared. With no way of taking her out of the body, he left home with a large sum of money and the tools to become a hunter. Naturally, things were never that easy, and he made so many mistakes and injured himself so many times before coming to where he is now, but those are stories better told in a bar.
- Sawed-off shotgun, registered under his father's name. Has both normal and salt rounds.
- Three different types of salt – rock salt, smelling salts and table salt – as well as the supplies to make holy water.
- His car itself, used for running over hostile witches. (It's a long story.) Pink racing bicycle with no helmet for off-road.
- A variety of knives of different materials. Unbeknownst to him, the "silver" one is not actually silver. It's just a good fake.
- Laptop and old-fashioned textbooks, as well as his own notes.
Name: Karen Winter Appearance: Including a number of scars. Several of her fingers appear to have been broken and re-set semi incorrectly. If she's seen with a tank-top, or a without a shirt (either unlikely) a scar can been found under her left clavicle. A knife scar on either side of her left hand. Skills: Karen has been at this a couple years, but she didn't have any help in the very beginning. That hardened her body and skills a lot. Her pain tolerance is insanely high, because of torture she has suffered. She has extensive notes on everything she has come across. Before she was a hunter she had an eclectic knowledge of random things, sort of a jack-of-trades. Not afraid to use people's assumptions against them. Sometimes Karen will sketch and you can see a bit of who she used to be when she does art. Equipment: Large Medkit A silver knife. Cross necklace, it was Tessa's, it reminds Karen that God isn't going to protect her she has to protect herself. Hand gun w/assorted bullets 2 Shotguns (one sawed off) Her car, a ragged beat up VW Bug. Back seat is converted to hide her tools. A normal tool chest, partially for working on the car, partially for handy-ness Anti-vamp kit Anti-werewolf kit Bag of costumes and identities. How you became a hunter: A few years ago Karen's friend Tessa went missing. Her and Lucille went looking after Tessa. Lucille didn't survive the encounter with the skinwalkers that had killed Tessa. One of the skinwalkers Karen ended up killing was wearing her skin. She hasn't looked back since, knowing full well her family buried someone that wasn't her. Gender: Female Age: 28 Personality: Karen was once a happy college girl. Studying art. After Tessa went missing she was scared. The decision to go look for her was primarily her's and so she blames herself for Lucille's death. She still retains a sharp wit and extreme sarcasm. Karen is great at dead panning that sarcasm. Bio: Karen had a fairly normal life with no clue about the supernatural until disappearances started happening in her home town. Her friend Tessa's brother went missing. It was at Karen's suggestion, after the police turned out useless for Tessa to investigate the last place her brother had been seen, a hotel outside of town. When Tessa didn't come back Karen and Lucy went after her. Karen only survived because two hunters showed up and killed the skinwalkers that had her cuffed to a pole torturing her. Lucy had had her lung punctured and died shortly after their rescue because she refused medical attention. Since then Karen has been hunting. She learned a bit from the two hunters who had saved her, and then went on her own way, despite their protests. Other Information: If it's cold out she limps slightly.Approved. The rest of you seem to be doing pretty well with your character sheets so far. Ill take another look at them when they're done.