The Hunter
Name: Jasper Bahzian
Nicknames: Red
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Category Moon
The Weapon
Name: Nunyet
Nicknames: Noni
Type of Weapon: Dual Ended spear
Unsummoned form: Ballpoint Pen.
Former species of weapon: Rakshasa
Gender: Neutral – Female/ish??
Personalities:
Jasper is, in public fairly serious, he’ll laugh and joke with those around him but there is always something just a little closed off and distant about him. He talks too much sometimes, like he hasn’t quite caught the social cues about ‘when to stop’, and sometimes he just flat out laughs too loud. Sometimes he even gets caught up explaining things that really don’t need explaining but he treats it a bit like a sense of duty.
He likes to have as many facts as he can about a situation, which might rather make him a pain in the backsides to the Death division, not that he seems to care much, sometimes offering to make it up to them or apologizing if someone gets upset. He says he used to work in a Comic shop, which let him get away with talking about monsters and strange things, passing them off as knowing about doctor who stories or zombie arcs in major series. The fact that he saw them had him drawing his own story for a while, at least till he saw –people- actually interacting with them. That, as they say…changed everything.
Nunyet:
Noni is blood thirsty, she rather wishes that her hunter were more ‘attack’ than defend, but she’ll take what she can get. She would love talking to him as though they were engaging in something like a LARP rather than actually risking Jasper’s life (and the lives of whomever else is with them) She’s somewhere between playful and just a manipulative b***h who enjoys trouble where she can find it.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?:
He always believed, it started back when he was young, his mother was in the hospital and that first day his father bought him a comic from the gift shop. It had zombies in it, he loved it right then and there, people fighting against terrible monsters and winning the way he never seemed to be able to in school.
It never did explain the things he saw at night, or the eyes that gazed out from under his bed, though because of those eyes he swears he nearly mastered the art of levitation. Nighttime bathroom trips were a –serious- problem without those mad ninja skills.
Even late into his teens he kept a baseball bat IN BED with him because if he needed to reach it, he didn’t want to play beat the clock with something that might or might not be under his bed. He loved and hated horror movies because while they were exciting, and scary he had a hard time after he’d watched them… being sure if the hairs rising on the back of his neck meant he was actually being watched… or if he was just plain old spooked.
He knew he wasn’t fit to do anything as cool as comic books with his life, but that didn’t stop him from working with a few friends on making a ‘real life’ super hero team, they would have done things like…charity work and bringing good food to people who needed it, but they would have done it IN COSTUME.
He never did get to finish the costume though, because he saw something so much more important. So much cooler than he could ever have planned even with costumes.
He saw a hunter in action.
Weapon Ability
Tainted Fang Root –
- Once Noni is fully charged any attack that draws blood, from a small scratch/nick to a full on attack is poisoned.
Physical Description:
His hair is a deep auburn, more a bright red in direct sun than any other time. He has olive green eyes that could be mistaken for hazel but lack any brown, its just a more muted color.
Eye Colour: Olive green – easily mistaken for hazel.
Hair Colour/Style: Rich Auburn – brilliant almost flame red in direct sun. – Braided back in a surprisingly complex braid which, in uniform would help keep his goggles on.
Skin Colour: Western Europe.
Clothing Style/Colours: Metallica t-shirts and or other band shirts, sometimes things like Superman Shirt, and LOTS of batman shirts.
Extra: it may sound strange but he has a tattoo of a pink lotus on his left shoulder; the reasons for which he won’t talk about, to date, to anyone.
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