Post by HUNTER BLACKTHORNE on Apr 1, 2012 2:27:00 GMT -5
HUNTER FREDRICO BLACKTHORNE
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Play by: Thomas Dekker
Race/Species: Elemental Witch
Species Info: N/A
D.O.B.: October 17, 1991
Age they appear: 20
Actual age:
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Elementalists Only
Level: 2
Elementalists Magic Categorize the elements by what your character is best at. They can only be excellent at one but can be good or poor to any amount. You can use all of them or just some. Not everyone will be able to use them all.
Excellent
Fire
Good
Darkness, Wind, Earth, Electricity
Poor
Water, Ice, Light
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Features: With a head of short but messy hair that is either left unkempt or spiked, it determines his mood. He has a defined jaw but it still has a softness to it. His features are in between boy and man since that's what he is.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: Irish/German/Spanish descent
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: He has a few scars from burns on his fingers and up his arms, but most of them are faded since they were from when he was younger.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Hunter has a bit of a 'bad boy' complex to him. He can be quite the rebel and because of this he often gets himself into trouble. He's an amateur thief and his temper can cloud his judgment at times.
Skills/Strengths: He's very caring for his family and his friends. He believes his friends are his family and takes care of them. He'll stand up for them. He's loyal and faithful when it comes to them. Because of his ability to manipulate fire he's a bit of a pyro at times, but that definitely counts as a skill. He never has to worry about leaving his lighter in his other pants.
Likes:
- Having magic
- Smoking
- Petty theft
- Industrial/Alternative/Punk music
- Dark rooms
Dislikes:
- Summertime
- Salads
- Ditzy girls
- Banks
- The Government
Other Information: He's usually calm and collected, but if you threaten him or his friends and family he becomes very hot headed and will definitely be ready for a fight.
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History: Hunter grew up like any boy in the city had. He grew up riding his bike and skateboard up and down the street of his neighborhood, hanging with friends and not thinking much about anything but himself. Kids never concerned themselves with silly things like work, putting food on the table, or second mortgages. That's not what a normal young boy would do.
Except that Hunter was a special boy. He grew up around a family of witches. Elementalists to be exact. Gwen and Jerrold Blackthorne always took great care of their son, teaching him about his ancestors and how they were blessed with a gift from the great tree. They told him that when he was older he too would be given the tree's precious gift of magic, and if a Guardian ever crossed his path he would be able to protect himself if they were hostile in any way. According to the Blackthorne family, the Guardians shouldn't have been put there. They were the damned and the witches were there to protect the people of Scriptor Bay. Sure, a few Blackthornes had been hung in the olden days but now they lived peacefully. They lived peacefully because they believed that the Guardians were just a myth these days. No living Blackthorne had met a Guardian. Or if they had they didn't talk about it. Grandma Rose babbled about them from her rocking chair from time to time but nobody paid her any mind. Her wits weren't about her anymore.
When Hunter turned fourteen he was granted his special gift from the tree. He woke from a bad dream to find he had set fire to his sheets! He let out a cry for help but almost instantly he was able to put out the fire with a cool splash of water that seemed to form right in front of his eyes. Later he found out that he could separate the moisture from the air and use it. That morning Hunter received his first set of burns along his arms which later scarred up. It was only the first of many to come.
At seventeen Hunter was starting to get better at controlling his magic. He'd only managed to blow up a single gym locker that year due to a violent sneeze. For most teenagers it was puberty that made high school an awkward time. But he not only had to deal with that but his magic on top of it, and high school was his own personal hell. He kept his head low and would try to get through his classes undetected. Which he did on most days. It wasn't until one day at lunch that changed him and yanked him out of his worried shell. A girl that he recalled from his Algebra class came and sat beside him just as he was getting ready to stuff his face with a forkful of cafeteria nachos. Tessa was her name. She had dark brown hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen. He tried not to stare but failed, not that it seemed to bother her. She didn't say a word to him but simply sat beside him through the lunch period. The next day she did the same thing but didn't say a word. This continued for a week before he finally mustered up the words to ask her why she had chose to sit with him instead of someone else.
The girl looked over at Hunter and without saying a word she reached for his hand, curling her fingers over it so they touched his palm. A few tables over where the cheerleaders sat, a gust of wind seemed to form just around their table and knocked over drinks, bags and lunches into the laps of the unsuspecting cheerleaders. Their cries could be heard by all the surrounding tables, except Hunter didn't seem to hear it. All he could hear was his own heart beating deep in his chest. Had it been a coincidence, a gust of wind picking up when Tessa grabbed his hand? Or was it because she was like him?
He soon found out that Tessa came from another family of witches just like Hunter had. They became fast friends and found they were inseparable. At least until high school ended and Tessa ended up going away for college. Hunter felt his heart break losing his one true friend. He tried to go with her but his parents wouldn't allow it. They were firm believers in the myth and the tree, and would not let him leave Scriptor Bay. He had an obligation just like his ancestors before him.
Greenwolfe University had everything that Hunter could possibly need except for one; Tessa. He started taking the basic classes, uncertain of what to major in. On weekends he'd webcam with Tessa and they'd catch up and practice spells over the cam in the confines of their dorm rooms, making sure their roommates were out for the night. Although she wasn't there with him there was still a way for them to 'hang out' and that was good enough for him for a couple of years until college would be done. Except things didn't stay good for long.
On a friday after classes, he was heading back to his dormitory when his phone started to ring in his pocket. He wasn't expecting any calls and he knew that Tessa didn't finish classes for another hour or two. They always got online at the same time every Friday so he knew her schedule pretty well and she knew his. The caller had been his own father, who had news for him. Tessa had been in a terrible car accident. She had been driving when someone ran a red light and hit her. Tessa had been declared dead before she even made it to the hospital. Hunter not only lost his best friend, but he lost the only girl he'd ever loved. He had intended on telling her after they graduated from college.
It only took a year later, at the ripe age of twenty for Hunter to take a turn for the worst. He'd picked up smoking, skipped half of his classes and began acting out. He'd pick fights, steal from the convenience stores near campus, and began to slowly start to fail. He didn't care though. He had lost his only true friend. The one person he could be himself around. Although he told his family that he was fine, deep down it still ate away at him. He should have told her he loved her. Maybe she never would have went away in the first place. He tortured himself, blaming himself for her death even though he had no cause in it. Although he still attends classes and lives on campus he has yet to pick a major.
RP Sample: The walk had grown quiet mostly except for the music that was growing louder as they kept walking. A saxophone player was just to the right of them as the sidewalk merged with the street and turned into walking room only. The cars couldn't go this far, at least not down the street with the musicians. They'd have to take another route and find parking. Good thing, too. Sebastian didn't want Alyson running in front of a car and getting herself hurt like the fragile human that she was. That's when he snapped back to reality. She was running her mouth again asking questions.
Sebastian simply rolled his eyes at the questions and then turned his head so that he could face her. "Don't you ever get tired of asking questions over and over again?" He asked her and then looked straight ahead again, continuing down the wide pathway. Although it was starting to get a little more congested. It always did right before you got to the pier and then it opened up again. That's when he decided to let his eyes land on her again. He could grab her and force her to hold his hand, but he wanted to try and trust her. He wanted her to prove him wrong.
The noise escalated more, the music louder and the chattering of other people who were in close proximity forming around the musicians to listen to them play. Some of them dancing in place. He found himself having to raise his voice a bit, deciding to give her some form of response. "I don't sleep." He told her and gave a little smirk, his lips parting on the side and revealing his canines just a bit. He had sharper canines than usual, it was almost strange. But they were hardly noticeable unless you were actually looking at his teeth. They made it easier if he ever needed to bite as a defense. Not that he had since he became a Guardian.
"I don't like the daytime. Because they don't have jazz music." He teased her lightly and raised a brow at her, wiggling it almost as if he were attempting to be playful with her now. If there was anything Sebastian liked to do it was to play around with people. He just liked to do it in his own sick little twisted way. Not that it was a bad thing. For him anyway.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Whiskey
Other Characters you play: Claire, Cassidy, Kit, Sebastian, Flynn, Zoey
How long have you been RPing: Over 10 years
How did you find us? I'm the Admin
