Ooohhhh riiiggght. >3 Okay, so now we just need our hunters. I was thinking, you know, to really add things up, I think we should each do one hunter, then one to two other people. We'll need a travel guide, a camera dude for the media, and a survival expert, plus maybe a trapper. Sound good? How you wanna divide the rolls?
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The Demons of Blackbane (Finch/Ralts)
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Indubadibly~! ^^ Lol, fancy word. XD Alrighty, so that leaves me with the survival expert and the guide. And each of our respective hunters, of course. Alrighty, then! Nothing too complex with the profiles.
Name
Age
Role
Personality
Appearance
Traits
And we're ready to go. ^^ Alrightly, let's hop to it~!
Name
Age
Role
Personality
Appearance
Traits
And we're ready to go. ^^ Alrightly, let's hop to it~!
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Name: Deneird (Deh-neerd) AKA "Weird Deneird"
Age: 16 (different every time you ask, but it starts at 16)
Role: Survival expert
Personality: Weird as the day is young, hence her nickname. Bubbly, goofy, random...these are the things Deneird is made of. She's incredibly immature, yet incredibly fun, if you actually are there to have fun. Otherwise, having her arond could be a nightmare. She can be funny one minute, then mechanically serious the next, then back to being a goofball again. it's a wonder what actually goes on in that head of hers.
Appearance: Traits: She dresses weird, acts weird, and has a name as odd as she is, but she most definitely knows what she's doing, hence the only reason Blackbane decided to set her up on the hunting expediture. She's easily the youngest on the team...as well as the most bizarre. Rumors that she grew up living in the wild with a family of wolves farming rabits seem to be not far off-kilter; not only is she weird enough for that, she's a nature veteran; if you're in the wild, she's in her element. She's like one with the trees, maaaan. (XD)
Age: 16 (different every time you ask, but it starts at 16)
Role: Survival expert
Personality: Weird as the day is young, hence her nickname. Bubbly, goofy, random...these are the things Deneird is made of. She's incredibly immature, yet incredibly fun, if you actually are there to have fun. Otherwise, having her arond could be a nightmare. She can be funny one minute, then mechanically serious the next, then back to being a goofball again. it's a wonder what actually goes on in that head of hers.
Appearance: Traits: She dresses weird, acts weird, and has a name as odd as she is, but she most definitely knows what she's doing, hence the only reason Blackbane decided to set her up on the hunting expediture. She's easily the youngest on the team...as well as the most bizarre. Rumors that she grew up living in the wild with a family of wolves farming rabits seem to be not far off-kilter; not only is she weird enough for that, she's a nature veteran; if you're in the wild, she's in her element. She's like one with the trees, maaaan. (XD)
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Name: James "Gunny" McArthur
Age: 26
Role: Hunter(A)
Personality: Not particularly warm, and he takes his job very seriously. He was dishonorably discharged from the army for getting into a fist fight with his CO, who issued orders that he deemed immoral and refused to follow. he's independant as a lone wolf, proud of his family heritage - he's related to General McArthur in WWII - and is a damn good soldier, if he does say so himself.
Appearance: Traits: James works well under pressure - thrives in it, in fact - though he has a serious problem with athority, made even worse since his being kicked out of the army. He's good with a gun, though, which is why he was one of the first choices to be selected for the team...though they had to pay him considerably to get him to cooperate.
Age: 26
Role: Hunter(A)
Personality: Not particularly warm, and he takes his job very seriously. He was dishonorably discharged from the army for getting into a fist fight with his CO, who issued orders that he deemed immoral and refused to follow. he's independant as a lone wolf, proud of his family heritage - he's related to General McArthur in WWII - and is a damn good soldier, if he does say so himself.
Appearance: Traits: James works well under pressure - thrives in it, in fact - though he has a serious problem with athority, made even worse since his being kicked out of the army. He's good with a gun, though, which is why he was one of the first choices to be selected for the team...though they had to pay him considerably to get him to cooperate.
Name Michael "Clockwork" Kowalski
Age 24
Role Camera Guy
Personality Michael has always been very awkward around people. He hates crowds, prefers the company of animals to other human beings, and adores computers. He personally doesn't believe that there's anything but some angry bears or mountain lions in the forest, but he's willing to go in if it means he gets a shot at the big time. If danger appears, he's more likely to run away than stay and fight - in his own words, he'd rather be alive than a hero. He has the tendency to stutter when conversing with the female gender.
Appearance Thin and lanky, only standing about 5' 2". He keeps his brown hair as messy as it pleases, and wears block-frame glasses framing his evergreen eyes at all times, as he can't see anything but blurs without them. He stocks his wardrobe with jeans, stained t-shirts, hoodies and worn sneakers.
Traits A genius with pretty much anything electronic, but with a gigantic phobia of blood.
He's only doing this job to get recognized as a great camera man.
Name Tripp Marshall
Age 37
Role Trapper
Personality So brash and confidant that it's started more than a few fights. People tend to be annoyed by his outgoing persona, but a few are attracted by it, earning him a few spots in the rumor mill. He's not afraid to show off, and this tendency has earned him many a jagged scar from tooth or claw. He is calm and rather likeable around intelligent males, but give him a stupid guy or any girl and he'll turn into a babbling giant with kahones of steel.
Appearance One of those classic rough-and-tumblers, with a husky frame and a chiseled face. Dark hazel eyes and red hair, towering a gigantic 6' 3" and sporting abs by the dozen. He has more than a few scars from various bar fights and entangles with previously bagged animals, but he's not very ashamed of them - in fact, he shows them off whenever he can. He prefers loose-fitting cargo pants and t-shirts with biker jacketslike a man.
Traits He might seem stupid around those of lower intelligence or females, but he's actually very, very smart. This is the main reason he's known as one of the best professional trappers in the state.
For him, the opportunity to bag a new animal is enough. Sign 'im up!
Ready to start when you are.
Age 24
Role Camera Guy
Personality Michael has always been very awkward around people. He hates crowds, prefers the company of animals to other human beings, and adores computers. He personally doesn't believe that there's anything but some angry bears or mountain lions in the forest, but he's willing to go in if it means he gets a shot at the big time. If danger appears, he's more likely to run away than stay and fight - in his own words, he'd rather be alive than a hero. He has the tendency to stutter when conversing with the female gender.
Appearance Thin and lanky, only standing about 5' 2". He keeps his brown hair as messy as it pleases, and wears block-frame glasses framing his evergreen eyes at all times, as he can't see anything but blurs without them. He stocks his wardrobe with jeans, stained t-shirts, hoodies and worn sneakers.
Traits A genius with pretty much anything electronic, but with a gigantic phobia of blood.
He's only doing this job to get recognized as a great camera man.
Name Tripp Marshall
Age 37
Role Trapper
Personality So brash and confidant that it's started more than a few fights. People tend to be annoyed by his outgoing persona, but a few are attracted by it, earning him a few spots in the rumor mill. He's not afraid to show off, and this tendency has earned him many a jagged scar from tooth or claw. He is calm and rather likeable around intelligent males, but give him a stupid guy or any girl and he'll turn into a babbling giant with kahones of steel.
Appearance One of those classic rough-and-tumblers, with a husky frame and a chiseled face. Dark hazel eyes and red hair, towering a gigantic 6' 3" and sporting abs by the dozen. He has more than a few scars from various bar fights and entangles with previously bagged animals, but he's not very ashamed of them - in fact, he shows them off whenever he can. He prefers loose-fitting cargo pants and t-shirts with biker jackets
Traits He might seem stupid around those of lower intelligence or females, but he's actually very, very smart. This is the main reason he's known as one of the best professional trappers in the state.
For him, the opportunity to bag a new animal is enough. Sign 'im up!
Ready to start when you are.
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(I guess Deneird counts as both a survival guide and the expert. Okay, let's begin!)
James rolled his neck to the side far enough for him to give it a good "crack," turning it the other way to do the same before righting himself, resuming his leaning against the tree he was standing against before snapping out a ciggarette and lighting it in one fluid motion, taking a puff before the flame even went out and the device was back in his pocket. Oh yeah; guess practicing paid off. Got something out of that damn drill sarge after all. He snickered to himself, exhaling sporadically placed puffs of smoke as he did so, resisting the urge to cough as he looked around the area deemed the "meeting spot" for he and his fellow "hunting buddies" to gather around, which was basically just a rough patch of earth with some patches of hardy grass here and there, a trio of large boulders standing about with a single perfectly straight oak tree serving as "Blackbane stonehenge." Laughable, raelly, but it was certainly an intriguing natural formation. The egde of the forest stood ominously silent on the top of a hill, giving it a mild appearance of going on forever...the dreaded cursed forest, huh? Pff...yeah, right. He'd be more likely to be cursed by stepping on a crack in the sidewalk or walking under a ladder. Damn stupid fairytales...he was looking forward to nipping this one in the butt...assuming the rest of the team ever got here. So help me, if one of them is a redneck, I'm gonna scream...had enough meathead exposure back in the core. Damn cheep hippies....
(Deneird's coming in a moment. She'll arrive after the guys~!)
James rolled his neck to the side far enough for him to give it a good "crack," turning it the other way to do the same before righting himself, resuming his leaning against the tree he was standing against before snapping out a ciggarette and lighting it in one fluid motion, taking a puff before the flame even went out and the device was back in his pocket. Oh yeah; guess practicing paid off. Got something out of that damn drill sarge after all. He snickered to himself, exhaling sporadically placed puffs of smoke as he did so, resisting the urge to cough as he looked around the area deemed the "meeting spot" for he and his fellow "hunting buddies" to gather around, which was basically just a rough patch of earth with some patches of hardy grass here and there, a trio of large boulders standing about with a single perfectly straight oak tree serving as "Blackbane stonehenge." Laughable, raelly, but it was certainly an intriguing natural formation. The egde of the forest stood ominously silent on the top of a hill, giving it a mild appearance of going on forever...the dreaded cursed forest, huh? Pff...yeah, right. He'd be more likely to be cursed by stepping on a crack in the sidewalk or walking under a ladder. Damn stupid fairytales...he was looking forward to nipping this one in the butt...assuming the rest of the team ever got here. So help me, if one of them is a redneck, I'm gonna scream...had enough meathead exposure back in the core. Damn cheep hippies....
(Deneird's coming in a moment. She'll arrive after the guys~!)
(W00t! 8D)
Clockwork shivered as the wind whistled through the trees ominously, helping to create an image of pure menace. He sighed in relief when the rendevous spot came into view, and he hesitated before waving awkwardly to the man already there, shifting his camera so it wouldn't dig into his shoulder so much. "Hey, man. You must be McArthur, right?" He smiled, although it was a bit shaky, nervously fumbling with his glasses. "Call me Clockwork," he stated, standing up a bit straighter. After all, he couldn't be a total wimp.
Tripp was dressed in a warm army jacket, sunglasses on and a hand running through his naturally red hair. "Damn, this is not one of my brightest decisions," he muttered to himself, increasing his pace once the meet sight was visible. "Finally. Hey!" He grinned, licking his canines as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his green cargo pants. "You guys ready to trap some monsters?" He smirked, coming to a stop a few feet away from the others. I know I am. Flea-bitten animals killing off campers is never good for business.
Clockwork shivered as the wind whistled through the trees ominously, helping to create an image of pure menace. He sighed in relief when the rendevous spot came into view, and he hesitated before waving awkwardly to the man already there, shifting his camera so it wouldn't dig into his shoulder so much. "Hey, man. You must be McArthur, right?" He smiled, although it was a bit shaky, nervously fumbling with his glasses. "Call me Clockwork," he stated, standing up a bit straighter. After all, he couldn't be a total wimp.
Tripp was dressed in a warm army jacket, sunglasses on and a hand running through his naturally red hair. "Damn, this is not one of my brightest decisions," he muttered to himself, increasing his pace once the meet sight was visible. "Finally. Hey!" He grinned, licking his canines as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his green cargo pants. "You guys ready to trap some monsters?" He smirked, coming to a stop a few feet away from the others. I know I am. Flea-bitten animals killing off campers is never good for business.
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James nodded warily at the...oh, christ, what was this kid doing here? They couldn't be far apart, age-wise, but the guy was so scrawny, he looked ready to topple, should a stray breeze come through here too suddenly. And then, the other man... "...you have got to be kidding me," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Alright, so he wasn't expecting teh cold efficiency of a group of trained assassins, but seriously? That one guy looked like trailer trash! And the other one was a complete geek! "Well, now I'm ready to just, like eat my gun right here and now, cuz-"
He was interrupted rather unceremoniously by a squeal--that's right, a squeal--coming from above him, specifically the nearest giant boulder of the Blackbane stonehenge. he looked up just in time to widen his eyes in surprise and jump back to avoid being squashed by a teenage girl that, despite the fact that the boulder was almost 30 feet tall, had somehow scaled the length of it and leaped off the top down below. She landed and quickly went into a tumble, blurting "Psycho ninja powers, go!" and striking some kind of pose, apparently ninja related, pausing a moment to let James tilt his head in a "WTF?" expression before giggling profusely, taking up a more casual pose. What the hell was this? No way that was their nature expert..?
He was interrupted rather unceremoniously by a squeal--that's right, a squeal--coming from above him, specifically the nearest giant boulder of the Blackbane stonehenge. he looked up just in time to widen his eyes in surprise and jump back to avoid being squashed by a teenage girl that, despite the fact that the boulder was almost 30 feet tall, had somehow scaled the length of it and leaped off the top down below. She landed and quickly went into a tumble, blurting "Psycho ninja powers, go!" and striking some kind of pose, apparently ninja related, pausing a moment to let James tilt his head in a "WTF?" expression before giggling profusely, taking up a more casual pose. What the hell was this? No way that was their nature expert..?
Both Clockwork and Tripp wilted a bit, before glancing at each other and sharing a measuring smile. The thin man jerked as a teenage girl tumbled to earth, having apparently climbed one of the boulders and decided jumping would totally not be a suicidal idea. Tripp himself just stared, one eyebrow raised and a slight smile tugging his lips. "So, you're Deneird, huh?" He grinned, bumping Clockwork's shoulder and not really noticing the shorter man flinch. "Oh, I like her." Clockwork shrugged, adjusting his camera with furrowed brows. "As long as I don't die while I'm filming this, I'll like all of you."
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"Thhhhhhat's mah name!" Deneird declared, slapping her head witht eh back of her hand in a sort of makeshift salute, bearing a goofy grin of considerable magnitudes.
James momentarily tried to figure out how the hell she didn't break her leg when she jumped off that boulder before shaking his head, taking another drag of the cigarrete that he'd nearly dropped jumping away. "Yeah, well," he said sourly at Clockwork's...oh, geez, that just screamed turbo-nerd...Clockwork's comment. "Get used to one-sided love, kid. Between this whole thing and that braincase," he jabbed a thumb at Deneird, who continued to grin at him, completely oblivious to the intended insult, "I have a feeling I'm gonna be hitting my head against one of these rocks by the time we're done." Probably the only thing we'll find out here, too, he thought bitterly, adjusting the rifle over his shoulder, checking briefly on the pistol and combat knife on his belt, before assuming control. "Alright, so here's the plan-"
"This way~!" Deneird suddenly blurted, taking overly large marching band-style steps off towards the trees of Blackbane with nothing more than a goofy grin and seemingly direction in mind. "I found this uber cool campsite we can use! Tons of great spying places for us to go monster hunting!"
Oh boy. This was going to be a long, long two weeks...
James momentarily tried to figure out how the hell she didn't break her leg when she jumped off that boulder before shaking his head, taking another drag of the cigarrete that he'd nearly dropped jumping away. "Yeah, well," he said sourly at Clockwork's...oh, geez, that just screamed turbo-nerd...Clockwork's comment. "Get used to one-sided love, kid. Between this whole thing and that braincase," he jabbed a thumb at Deneird, who continued to grin at him, completely oblivious to the intended insult, "I have a feeling I'm gonna be hitting my head against one of these rocks by the time we're done." Probably the only thing we'll find out here, too, he thought bitterly, adjusting the rifle over his shoulder, checking briefly on the pistol and combat knife on his belt, before assuming control. "Alright, so here's the plan-"
"This way~!" Deneird suddenly blurted, taking overly large marching band-style steps off towards the trees of Blackbane with nothing more than a goofy grin and seemingly direction in mind. "I found this uber cool campsite we can use! Tons of great spying places for us to go monster hunting!"
Oh boy. This was going to be a long, long two weeks...
Clockwork snorted, his general distaste of this whole debocle shining through. "Yeah, well, while you're doing that, make sure not to get blood on the camera. It's expensive." Tripp scoffed, turning and following Deneird while tugging Clockwork's shoulder with one rough hand. "C'mon, braniac, we've got a monster to bag." The shorter man stumbled at the sudden jolt, and he straightened up with a glare and a nervous adjustment of his glasses. "I'm not sure I'll be able to stand two weeks out here with rambo and rifle-happy over there," he muttered, quickening his pace to catch up with Deneird. Maybe she would be a bit nicer to the guy who could be recording their final moments.
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James scoffed, muttering something about sticking "that camera where you won't lose it" before trudging off along after their psychopathic...honestly, was she their guide? Their "survival expert?" Survival in a mental institution, maybe, but out here in the wild? Pff...that girl probably couldn't even build a fire if you handed her a match. Great...so stuck out in the wilderness hunting big foot with Larry the cable guy, the angry computer nerd, and Lulu the luny over there for two weeks? Greeeeeaaaaattt...damn it, they didn't pay him nearly enough for this crap. He knew they were trying to chince him, he just knew it!
Beneird didn't at all seem perturbed by the obvious compatability issues with the group, marching happily along as though everything in the world was just butterflies and rainbows. She looked about ready to break into song as she lead everyone present towards the sinister treeline as if it was the lollipop forest, hunting for gumdrops. "Anybody ever been in the woods here before~?" she asked peppily, never losing a beat in her marching, as if she was going to some tune only she could hear in her head.
Beneird didn't at all seem perturbed by the obvious compatability issues with the group, marching happily along as though everything in the world was just butterflies and rainbows. She looked about ready to break into song as she lead everyone present towards the sinister treeline as if it was the lollipop forest, hunting for gumdrops. "Anybody ever been in the woods here before~?" she asked peppily, never losing a beat in her marching, as if she was going to some tune only she could hear in her head.
Tripp jogged to catch up with her, slowing to walk by her side. "I have. Not very deep, but I've seen plenty of shit that isn't supernatural." Clockwork rolled his eyes, slowing his pace as he fiddled with his camera some more. God, he hoped nobody bled while they were here. He would go berserk again, he just knew it, and it would be caught on his own camera! A nightmare for any person with an ounce of self-image issues. Tripp smirked, hearing James scoff from behind. "Hey, man, could be worse. You could be one of the poor bastards with their skin clawed off!" Clockwork shuddered, flashes of the images of a car crash and blood blood so much blood everywhere and it's on me the wrecked remains of his young life entering his brain at such a simple sentence. God, he was such a wimp.
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James just rolled his eyes, flicking his cigarette forward so he could stamp it out as he walked over it. "Tch...yeah, getting eaten by Big Foot sounds totally believable. I'll buy that, yessiree bob. Hell, why don't I just buy a T-shirt labeled 'I believe' and roam around the streets like I'm out of my flaming mind, preaching about the end of the world?" He was being sarcastic, in case you couldn't tell.
Apparently Deneird couldn't, turning aroudn to continue marching on backwards, wearing an "I know, right?!" expression. "Oh my god, we should totally do that sometime! Then all the people would be all like 'Oh, look, they believe!' and then the other guy'll be all like 'What do they believe?' and then we'll be all like 'we believe that we believe in what we believe!' and...wait, no, we believe in what we believe we believe is what we...believe...no, wait, we believe that we believed we believe in...beliefs? No, wait, we believe-"
"Oh, god, just kill me now," James moaned, opening his arms to the sky expectantly, as if urging God to throw a lightning bolt down at him. What did he ever do to deserve this? This two week trip was going to be absolute hell.
Apparently Deneird couldn't, turning aroudn to continue marching on backwards, wearing an "I know, right?!" expression. "Oh my god, we should totally do that sometime! Then all the people would be all like 'Oh, look, they believe!' and then the other guy'll be all like 'What do they believe?' and then we'll be all like 'we believe that we believe in what we believe!' and...wait, no, we believe in what we believe we believe is what we...believe...no, wait, we believe that we believed we believe in...beliefs? No, wait, we believe-"
"Oh, god, just kill me now," James moaned, opening his arms to the sky expectantly, as if urging God to throw a lightning bolt down at him. What did he ever do to deserve this? This two week trip was going to be absolute hell.
Tripp snorted, taking one hand out of his pocket and moving it to fiddle with the large polished hunting knife strapped to his thigh. "Maybe you believe, but I'll need some proof before I think that whatever's out here is anything more than a bear." He shrugged, rolling his neck and wincing when it popped more than once. "I shoulda stayed at home," he muttered, examining the treeline expectantly. "Haven't had a break in two years."
Clockwork hummed, smiling slightly. "The truth is out there," he mumbled, mind wandering to reruns of X-Files and nights with nothing but technology for company. God, he hated this - two buff guys with noodles for brains and a fellow believe who was just a bit too outgoing.
His idea of a dream? Hardly.
Clockwork hummed, smiling slightly. "The truth is out there," he mumbled, mind wandering to reruns of X-Files and nights with nothing but technology for company. God, he hated this - two buff guys with noodles for brains and a fellow believe who was just a bit too outgoing.
His idea of a dream? Hardly.
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