Everyone knows how monsters are myth, stories created to ensure that ancient people adhered to the laws and customs of the time. Creatures of God-like strength, the ability to grant wishes, all that kind of stuff. But this is the modern world, we have evolved to look past these stories. There is no possible way that all these stories could be true, so we push them to the back of our minds, not giving them a second thought. Demons and monsters could not possibly exist, right? WRONG! They do exist and they count on the fact that normal people believe them myth, thus making it easier for them to prey on Humans. Even though most humans are in the dark about their existence, there are several groups of people who know of them and combat these demons and monsters. They are hunters, hated, feared, and sometimes killed by the creatures of legend and myth. However it is not always black and white. Much like everything else, there several shades of grey. Not all monsters and demons are evil, and let's not forget the random angels that grow tired of the seemingly one-sided battle Humans are fighting. This is where your story begins, in the tangled mess that is called life.
1) All CS rules apply
2) No god modding
3) Have fun
4) No more than 2 characters per person
5) No killing another player's character without permission
Appearance: (Links okay)
Race: (if demon or monster specify)
Weaknesses: (Demon/Monster only)
Equipment: (Human Hunter only)
Only accepting profiles for the moment until we have sufficient players.
Name: Dan Holt
Equipment: assorted pistols, silver knives, rock salt shotgun, silver munitions.
History: Dan was a normal kid up until he turned 12, when his father took him on a 'hunting' trip. He thought he would be killing deer, but his father had different game in mind. They hunted a pack of Windego, barely making it out alive. From that day forward Dan was a hunter, learning the trade of his father. Dan now hunts on his own, searching for those in need. Dan has had a few close calls, but he has all kinds of methods for combating all kinds of creatures.
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Name: Virgil Lance.
About 5'8" is a goth but works out a lot happens to own a bike and always wear his biker leather for protection in huntig missions.
Race: Human psychic
Weakness: Strong pressences can cause a few moments of paralasys.
Equipment: Standard hunter kit plus his own sixth sense. preferes his salt and silver buckshot shot gun however.
Bio: Virgil can trace his ancestry back centuries, its a little known fact that Vlad the impaler (aka dracula) before he was excumunicatred from the church was a strong milant leader with 100 knights under his command. When the church seized his lands they also seized the land of his chapter of knights, whilst dracula himself became a vampire his knights were cursed to bear and know the truth, all of them becoming gypsies and hunters alike. Slowly over the generations, their blood has all but died out. only a few of there descendants can see the truth for what it is. Virgil, several hundread years down the line has such a gift and it was strong in him, almost as strong as the first Hunters.
His childhood was troubled, he would hear things go bumpin in the night, see the monsters in his closet and know the shadows under his bed were all really there. His not so understanding parents sent him to as many doctors as he could who did nothing but dose him up with anti psychotics and other such drugs, ofcourse these all did little to hide the things he could see, however as time passed he convinced himself that such things were only in his head.
that was until his 18th birthday. For 10 years he had managed to convince himself he was normal. 10 years he had managed to ignore and supress the feelings he had. Then a stranger came to town, While he was out celebrating with his friends, the stranger knocked upon his families door. the poor stranger looked half starved and being good christians his family let him in and offered him food and shelter. But everyone knows you never invite a vampire into your home. well any Hunter knows. Virgil returned home to see police and an ambulance out side his house, And straight away he knew what happened, and knew who was on the stretcher the medics where bringing out of the house.
A sudden and unexplainable pressence touched his mind and sent a spasm down his back. To everyone else it looked like the shock had caused and epelictic seizure, but that was not it, something not natural was here.
since then, Virgil has been traveling, seeking unexplained deaths and missing people, using his curse to track down the supernatural that was all to real to him his whole life.
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Name: Schuyler Callahan
Schuyler who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is perfect for modeling, which is what she happens to do as a profession. Long crimson red hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter. She generally wears blue jeans and a white button up t-shirt, though the color of the shirt would change depending on her mood. While modeling however, her clothing depended on whatever she was given to wear. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in.
Weaknesses: Silver bullets, extremely bright lights weaken her and make her very nauseous, love
Schuyler was born from a test tube experiment. Her mother and father were nameless subjects that were killed after their data was collected. She was groomed to be the most beautiful, talented female and as a child, she was entered into any pageant around the Los Angeles area. At the age of five, she became one of the youngest models and soon afterwards forced into commercial, soap operas, and movie roles. This continued until she was eighteen years old. The teen began to realize that her life wasn’t like others her age and she demanded to be set free. Surprisingly, the doctor that had been pretending to be her father agreed and released her. She continued to act and continued to win award after award. Off stage, her life was just like any normal person and she often spent any downtime playing video games with her closest friends.
This continued until her twenty-first birthday. She was attending the People’s Choice awards and after receiving her award and giving her speech, she headed backstage to do the interview. Per the norm, she headed to all of the parties being held and finally headed back home at five in the morning. On her way home she was accosted by a bright light and before she knew it, her world was turned upside down and instead of driving her black firebird home, she found herself in a white walled hospital. She tried to remember what had happened and after the doctor’s informed her that she had been unconscious for a month and that she had a strange bite mark on the right side of her body, she pieced together what had happened. Leaving the hospital once released, she returned to her home and tried to resume her normal life. That of course went up in smokes the first time she transformed into her monstrous leopard form. From that point on, she had to keep herself in check and even though she continued to act, there was the chance that hunters would find her and try to kill her. Her perfect life was over as she knew it.
Gender: Female Assassin
Equipment: Various daggers, all hidden on her person
History: Orphaned at a young age, Nia learned to fight if she wanted to survive. Nia knows how to hide in plain sight and how to disappear in a crowd. Nia relies on her mind and body to defend herself, and relies on weapons as little as possible.
Name: Mila VanHuesen
Appearance: MILA...generally wears brown leather pants, white tees, high boots and bomber jackets.
Equipment: Silver daggers, pistols with what she calls 'questionable ammo'
History: Mila was the granddaughter of the great monster hunter Alfred VanHuesen. Well, he was less a hunter and more a finder. He studied the beasts that coveted the night and dwelled in dreams and became an authority. After a car accident on a snowy mountainside took her parents, Mila became her grandfather's ward and immediately learned the trade. As he has just passed she has inheritated his estate.
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(OOC: okay we can start now)
IC: Dan had just gotten back from a hunt, looking the dog laying on the floor beside his couch. As he looked at his dog, he saw his loyal companion get up and wag its tail like a small whip. He scratched Shadow behind the ears, the black Mastiff trying to pin him and lick his face.
"Easy boy, I am a little banged up from those werewolves. Don't worry, I got them all and didn't get bit. How about a nice steak? I know you like it raw so no worries, we'll both eat well today."
He got a resounding bark from the Mastiff, indicating that he liked the sound of the steak dinner. As Dan prepared the steak he was going to eat, Shadow was contently noming on the raw meat in his dish. He finished cooking his steak, seasoning it just the way he liked and set it up on the table. He then took a beer from the fridge, using his knife to open the top. He was just about to sit down to eat when his cell phone he uses for hunting began to ring.
"Dang it! Who could that be? Not many people have this number..."
On the way back to the hotel room she was staying in to be close to her movie set, Schuyler was suddenly assaulted by an unseen force. Whatever it was yanked her into a nearby room, the door slamming behind the two. About to open up a can of whoopass on whomever it was, she turned around to find a little girl just standing there with an impish grin on her face. Blinking down at the kid, she couldn’t help but feel like she was staring into the face of a younger her. Her facial expression softened, and the 6’0 model knelt down in front of the girl.
“What’s the matter, squirt?”
“Are y’gon’ fight?”
“Am I going to fight who?”
“Dem badguys dat keep makin’ y’ run ‘way from dem!”
Arching a slight brow, Schuyler cautiously glanced towards the door to make sure it was still shut before retuning her attention towards the kid. It was like looking into a mirror and that was slightly unnerving to the young female. Bright red eyes stared up into her own crimson orbs, and they reminded her of unpleasant times. Reaching over to sweep red strands away from the unnamed child’s face, she did the same to her hair. A few minutes of silence passed before, Callahan decided to probe for a bit of information.
“What bad guys, hun? What are you talking about?”
“Dem bad guys dat always hunt y’.”
“How … How do you know about that?”
“Y’ gotta get stronger to fight dem bad guys. Dey’re coming for y’ and dey’re gonna try ‘n kill y’.”
“I’m not a fighter… I can’t do this.”
“Y’ gonna get trained… it’s time.”
The little girl wrapped her hand around Schuyler’s wrist, carefully leading her out of the room. The two headed down the hallway, away from her hotel room. Keeping quiet, the redhead wondered what was going on, and why she was letting a strange kid take her somewhere away from comfort. For some reason, it felt right, and she completely trusted the little girl. It wasn’t long before they were outside the exercise room. The girl handed her a totally different room key that belonged to an anonymous patron.
“What’s your name anyways, kiddo?”
“Nicci. Dat’s de room that y’ need to go into. Y’gonna have t’ go alone.”
Using the strange room key to get into the room, she patted the kid on her head before stepping inside. Whatever training she was supposed to be doing didn’t seem obvious, so she jumped on the elliptical to get her workout on. Ever since the change, she didn’t really need to work out because her already perfect body became even more-so once she shifted for the first time. Without warning a pack of werewolves busted through the glass door and she was instantaneously thrust into a battle for her life. Looked like the little girl was right, and that irked the model immensely. Luck was on her side because they were weaker than her, and she easily dispatched them and vacated the area after quickly cleaning any signs that she had even been in the room. Making her way back to her room, she shimmied inside and cleaned herself up with a heavy sigh. Thirty minutes after she left the room, a night shift worker happened across the mess and called the only person he could think of, Dan Holt.
“That was extremely annoying. Now I’m going to have to change hotels because hunters will undoubtedly be called to come investigate. So glad there aren’t cameras in the exercise room.”
It was the middle of the night, but that was exactly what the old man had asked for.
Burn me before the light of dawn, and let the winds of change bring me to my rightful place in the universe.
That was exactly what he said. He knew he was dying, prepared for it even with a well written will and video to dictate his final wishes. His employees and comrades had rushed from around the globe. Some to pay respects and few to see what treasures had been left behind. Several looters had already been attacked on the property by the dogs. Likely looking for artifacts and notes. He had written about all his exploits and knew of locations and weaknesses that he would never reveal. They even remained a a mystery to her and that was ok. Mila VanHuesen was NOT a monster hunter but rather a scholar like her grandfather. She craved adventure more than anything, danger was her middle name and bad-assery ran through her veins.
She watched the pyre til it had burned down to nothing. Dawn had not come yet and she was far from home. The guests had been staying in a hotel down the road for the most part, the snobbier crowd had opted for more elegant lodgings. She decided to walk back, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket as she walked slowly and soaked in the time before dawn. Part of her wanted to take his ashes to the place they had visited and spread them there but she was not the wind and would never be. The song 'Dust in the Wind' came to mind as the invisible friend whipped up suddenly behind her and tossed her locks. The hotel came in sight, brightly lit sign putting off the night sky.
"I shoulda sprung for the better place," she said to herself as she began to walk a little faster. It would be nice to just sit for a while.
I think this is as good a place as any to make my comeback official :3
Name: Mark Hennly
Equipment: M1911, 12 gauge shotgun, hunting knife, rock salt slugs, and silver stakes
History: Mark came into hunting just like any other person, whether it was a fated experience or just plain bad luck no one can say for sure; his first meeting with the super natural took place out in the back woods of Georgia while on a camping trip with a few of his childhood friends and some acquaintances he made while at college. While on the trip his friends and him were attacked by vampires, if it wasn't for the two girls Mark had invited from his history class he would be just as dead as his friends; after that night Mark followed Alyssa and Syl for the next few years. They trained him in dealing with the more common rabble of the occult, he took to hunting very quickly and was quite the natural when it came to finding shape shifters and putting down zombies. He has only been on his own for a couple of years now, picking up a few connections along the way and hustling money to fund his drifter life style.
"Damn I hate ghouls."
Mark said to himself as he walked into his room at the Dusty Old Motel, removing his blood splattered clothing heading towards the bathroom to take a shower. He let them fall to the floor as he walked, as soon as his pants hit the ground he arrived at the shower, he turned on the hot water removed he last of his clothing and stepped inside; He washed himself up before getting lost in thought. He could only think about the look the ghoul wore on it's face before he let a shotgun blast buffet the monster's head...the head of the girl whom it ate only days before.
"If only I could've gotten here ealier."
He hit the wall in a fit of rage, the tiles cracked and the lights began to hum and flicker. Mark's head shot up, in this line of work lights flickering was the sign of a spirit; he jumped out of the shower and ran to the duffel bag he kept near the door. He pulled out a jar of salt and made a circle in the middle of the room and pulled one of the the wrought iron blades off of the table; He stood ready for the spirit to make it's move.
He stood in the circle for minutes before laughing at himself.
"Sometimes I guess light's flickering is just a sign of bad wiring."
He swept up the salt circle, laid the knife back on the table, and fell down on the motel bed; he drifted off to sleep to prepare himself for his next hunt...where ever it might be.
Thank you for the awesome set Alu! :3
(ooc @Axion this one is for you bud )
Any other hunter might have just walked by the aboneded house, it didnt even look like a place where a shifter would hang out, Virgil also might have just overlooked it if not for the tingling sensatio down his spine. He kick the stand on his bike took off his helmet and his back pack and looked inside, torch, shotgun, and a load of buckshut filled with silver dollars, that out to take out any shifters. he also pulled the silver knife out of his boot and attached it to his shotgun like a bayonet. Happily armed he headed around the back of the place.
Local reports in the area has daid there was a serail rapist in the area, but all the police reports where comepletly baffled, the dna taken from every victim was the same but each time his descriptioin was different, to the unitiated of course tey put it down to disguises however a hunter knew better and it was for that reason Virgil was here.
One of the victims was a college friend of his and when he saw it in the paper he contacted her and offered to find the culprit, however being a hunter Virgil knew all to when what finding him meant, he would walk in, kill the shifter and leave, all the police would know is the attacks would stop and a body would turn that matched the dna of the the culprit. Thats how Virgil like to roll.
He knew the shifter was already watching him but he didnt care. he was all to ready for him as he kicked the door in. as soon as he did the shifter leapt at him only to be shot out of the sky, peppering both the shifter and the house with silver dollars. Virgil moved in and finished the kill with his bayonet then donned his clean up gear so as not to leave prints. Carefully he collected a smuch of his spent shot as he could, wraped the body in plastic as to preserve some of its dna and then he torced the place.
Mounting up he left the town in a hurry then imendiatly changed his plates when he got a chance.
30 miles up the road he sat in a cafe, texting his friend telling him it was over from one of his pre paid disposable cells, which of course he then disposed off, when his phone rang, it was another hunter by the name of Dan holt.
Dan whistled and Shadow got up from eating, the phone call coming in from a hotel several towns over. Apparently someone he had helped had given the one of the janitor's his 'private' number, something about wolves and something else. It was the 'something else' that had him concerned, mostly because he did not like not knowing what he was getting into. He went the the hotel, immediately being led to the workout room. He looked around, finding nearly no evidence of the other creature. He found a few strands of fur, some claw marks, and a bite pattern on one of the wolves. As he looked over the evidence, he was still at a slight loss. There were a sort of leopard pattern on the fur, but he was no expert. He had a number he got from another hunter, the number of a scholar of sorts. He dialed the number, letting it ring and the person pick up.
"Hello, is this Mila? .... Dan Holt, yeah I got your number from another hunter... There is this case I'm working... Yes I know you prefer not to hunt... As I was saying, I'm at a loss, I was hoping you could look at some evidence I found, see if you can identify what it is... Yes I know where that is... Alright, I will get there ASAP.... See you soon...."
As soon as he hung up from Mila, his phone rang again. He looked at the name that popped up and saw it was Virgil, another hunter, of sorts, he met on a job several months back. He picked up the phone, curious as to what Virgil would be calling him about.
"Hey Virgil, doing well I hope, What can I do for you?"
"hey Dan, I just been following up on a few leads and wanted a secondary input, You ever heard of a rakshasa? shape shifting demon type things so i heard? know how to kill one as its my next job" He gave Dan a few moments to answer as the waitress came up to him.
"turkey sadwich with mango chutney please, and a coco." he asked politely to the cute waitress, and watched her ass as she walked away still listening to Dan on the phone.
She stared at her cell, brushing back her long locks. Dan Holt...the name was so familiar and popular amongst hunters but she had never met him. How he got her personal cell was beyond her as it was not given out to people her grandfather did business for. She'd likely punch whoever was giving it out because she was supposed to be out here mourning and not playing CSI with hunters.
With all her thoughts she finally made it through her own hotel, less than 10 miles from the location Dan was at. She nodded tiredly at the doorman, noting that the place was nice by most standards and though she found it 'just alright' that the general population... especially some hunters...would find it to be swanky. She entered the elevator and waited paitently as the floor moved away into the distance and her floor neared. Hands still stuffed into her pockets she moved to her suite. There had been controversy at the funeral over her status in the group of scholars. The expected at least a middle aged woman and got what was essentially still a child to them.
She took her hand out to swipe the keycard and enter. withing moments she had informed the front desk that she had a visitor by the name of Holt, otherwise leave her alone. After room service brought her a banzai burger and steak fries though...she was starving.
Mark had been in bed for a little over an hour before he started to toss and turn; his past always found a way to sneak up on him when he least expected it. He was sitting around a campfire with a cool breeze gently travelling across the lush landscape, friendly banter filled the air only to be followed by the sound of screams and broken bones.
Mark leapt up from his sleep, he was panting heavily trying to catch his breath; he finally caught his breath and just stared out into space. He always hated himself for what happened that night, the way he suggested they go camping and then being the only one of his friends to survive, but that was why he wanted to become a hunter. The whole reason he gave up college and spent four years of his life travelling the country with Alyssa and Syl killing monsters and learning the trade of the hunter. He snapped back to reality and looked at the clock, 1:34 a.m., shaking his head he got up from bed and walked over to the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of tequila; popping it open he downed half of it in a single gulp and picked his cell phone to check for any missed calls or messages.
He downed the last half of the pint sized spirit and moved to sit down on the side of his bed. In another few hours he would leave the motel, drive to another city, and read the newspaper to search for any strange patterns in the obits.
Dan flipped through his book, turning pages until he found the demon mentioned by Virgil. He was getting his things ready and rummaging could be heard by the hunter on the other end. He read his notes on the demon, finally finding the information that was requested. He loaded up his black 75 stingray, speaking into the phone after whistling for Shadow.
"Yeah, Virgil from what I know, decapitation with a silver sword and torch the wound so the head doesn't grow back. I'm actually on my way to a consultant of sorts, I think I found something new. Will update you so you can add it to your records. Happy hunting out there."
Dan let Shadow ride shotgun, starting up his stingray. He took off out town, heading to his new destination. He had a feeling the female he talked to on the phone was going to be less than pleased, hence bringing Shadow. Dan had yet to meet a woman who could resist his dog's charming smile.
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