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message 1: by ๖ۣۜSαᴙαh (last edited Feb 10, 2014 06:51PM) (new)

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) Name: Gavin Maxwell Foster

Alias: Gav; Max

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)

Age: 30

Birthday: 07/17

Personality: Although Gavin takes his job very seriously, he doesn't let the gruesomeness of it get to him, preferring to remain positive even when facing certain death. He would rather crack a joke than cry about dying because he sees humor as a way of boosting his own morale as well as others'. Gavin is courageous but sometimes to the point of folly and were it not for his quick thinking during a fight, he may not have survived as many as he did simply because he failed to better prepare himself beforehand. He would argue that sometimes waiting and planning is not an option, which is certainly true, but he uses this argument for every scenario and situation. Gavin would never ask someone to do something he isn't willing to do himself and will always be the first to volunteer for an unsavory task if it means getting the job done and ensuring other people's safety. He is overly protective of those weaker than him, especially Lucy.
Trait 1: Brave
Trait 2: Brash
Trait 3: Cunning
Trait 4: Strong willed
Trait 5: Playful (at times)


Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair colour: dirty blond; long; usually top knoted or tied back
Skin colour: tanned; tattooed
Eyes: hazel
Body type: lean; cut muscle; taut
Pitch of voice: deep; gruff; playful (at times)
Distinguishable markings: Gavin has some very interesting tattoos in very interesting places and he is never seen without his katana, which he will keep hidden underneath a trench coat if in metropolis or suburban areas. The jewelry that he wears (a tooth pendant on a string necklace and a silver ring) were both gifts from Lucy.

Weakness(es): his adopted sister, Lucy; acts before thinking; impatient.

Strength(s): high stamina; athletic (running, swimming, boxing); street smart.

Biography/History: Gavin doesn't speak about his past to anyone (it's debatable if Lucy even knows what went on when he grew up) except to tell you he's been hunting supernaturals before he could even walk. This hyperbole may not be too far from the truth, however, because whenever a specific type of supernatural comes up, Gavin seems to know how to deal with it. His history with Lucy is far more available to the general public: when she was nine years old, her family was attacked by a vampire who Gavin had been tracking and although he could not save her parents or sister, he managed to get to the monster before it drained Lucy. The sobbing, distraught girl with the dark almond eyes broke Gavin's heart who decided to take her with him without thinking of the consequences. Knowing little to nothing about how to raise a child, he did the only thing he could: train her to become a hunter. The two have been traveling together ever since.

Supernatural Knowledge: werewolves; vampires.

Weapon(s): silver-bladed katana; holy water; wooden stakes.

Fighting Skill(s): sword fighting; brawling; rudimentary firearms (he can point and shoot but his aim is very questionable).

Other Skills: drive (motorcycles, cars, trucks); pool and poker player; decent cook; first aid.


Name: Lucy Ảnh Nguyễn

Alias: Lucy Chan; Leeloo (only Gavin can call her this)

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Asian (Vietnamese)

Age: 20

Birthday: 10/27

Personality: Lucy is definitely one to think first and act later, only once she has weighed the pros and cons of each scenario. She is patient and highly observant of both people and situations. She can walk into a room, scan it quickly, and know three hours later if someone has cleared a glass from the kitchen counter full of dishes. Lucy is extremely intuitive and has the ability to understand the mechanics of a machine or motor by simply tinkering around with it: she likes to take things apart and put them back together. She is an avid fan of puzzles and crosswords--anything that can get her mind working. Apart from being analytical, Lucy is very creative; she loves music and has learned to play bass which she often does if her and Gavin are passing a few quiet nights to recuperate after a hunt and she loves strange artwork--the weirder the better. Lucy is quiet but she isn't shy; she simply doesn't see the necessity is speaking unless there is a reason to.
Trait 1: Observant
Trait 2: Perceptive
Trait 3: Intuitive
Trait 4: Creative
Trait 5: Haunted


Height: 5'4"
Weight: 94lbs
Hair colour: black; long; straight; thick; pulled back and tied up messily
Skin colour: pale; tattooed
Eyes: brown
Body type: very thin; slender; boyish; unmuscular
Pitch of voice: on the higher side; articulate; quiet
Distinguishable markings: Gavin took Lucy for her first tattoo at the age of sixteen when she scored her first kill on a hunt (she wears it on her right forearm). She also has another one on her right back thigh and one on her lower front leg, near her ankle.

Weakness(es): her adopted brother, Gavin; prone to nightmares; insomnia; no real formal education; fake I.D.

Strength(s): nimble; dexterous; stealthy; clever; innate understanding of machines and mechanics.

Biography/History: Up until her family was attacked by a vampire, Lucy's life was fairly normal. The youngest of two girls of an immigrant family who came from Vietnam to live in San Francisco, the Nguyễns owned a dry cleaning store and sent their daughters to a decent school. At nine years old, Lucy's world was turned completely upside down and were it not for her savior, nineteen year old Gavin, she would have suffered the same fate as her family.
Her life with Gavin has certainly not been easy but learning how to become a hunter helped to take her mind off of her family's demise and the idea of killing as many supernatural monsters before she dies has its appeal. Having been taken out of school at the age of nine, Lucy is a self-taught girl who reads at every spare moment and she is normally the one to help plan an attack during a hunt or the one to interpret clues and how best to use them to bringing them one step closer to their goal.

Supernatural Knowledge: urban legends (she isn't specialized in any one particular kind per se but because she is adept at research, Lucy can dig up information and evidence at most libraries or on the internet for clues).

Weapon(s): Ruger LCR revolver; hunting knife.

Fighting Skill(s): firearms; shiving.

Other Skills: research; mechanics; hotwiring; bass guitarist.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin was uncomfortable, and it wasn't just because of the smell. It was cramped in the sarcophagus, and the bony remnants of the current resident of the grave kept elbowing him in the ribs, and he had positioned himself so that the knees of the skeleton were rubbing uncomfortably against his crotch.
It wasn't the first time he'd shoved himself into a small slot in a catacomb while it was already occupied, and unfortunately it probably wouldn't be the last. He carefully shifted his face away from the few remnants of rotting flesh that clung to the carcass and tried to control his breathing as the sound of dragging footsteps could be heard mere feet away.
The guttural gagging noises unpleasantly echoed eerily down the dark and decrepit catacombs. Usually ghouls were slightly quieter when they were wandering their nest, but this time they'd brought home dinner. A small crack in the sarcophagus by Gavins head allowed him to peek his eye into the hallway, although he didn't know why it would help since he could hardly see in the darkness anyway. But from his vantage point he could vaguely see the long appendages that ended with dark and rotting claws gripping tightly onto a dainty ankle as the corpse of a young woman was dragged across the dirt. Her face had already been partially chewed off, with a large gaping whole where her cheek was and an eye gouged out with their long nails. The other eyes was still widened in fear, although the body was devoid of any spirit that may have remained. Her clothes had been torn away like the inedible skin of a rabbit.
The smell of fresh carcass kept the ghouls from smelling his live flesh- a small token of luck since Gavin wasn't certain his roommate would be able to cover his living smell. He waited patiently as the sounds died away down the hallway, counting five minutes until he finally pushed the sarcophagus open.
Ghouls were cowardly creatures, and likely to flee at the sight of a strong and healthy human. If his sources were correct, the nest would be relatively small. He could only hope that were true.
"Ready to head out, Leeloo?" He asked, casually wiping off dust and guts from his arms and front.

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) With Gavin’s help, Lucy had climbed the walls of the catacombs by latching onto the small stone protrusions that dotted the structure. Once up, she had perched herself behind one of the gargoyles to hide her small body, completely unwilling to bunk with a rotting corpse and her smelly brother—it was bad enough that she sometimes had to do that in rundown motels, especially when he would fall asleep after a hunt without showering because he was tired. Men, she scoffed inwardly. Having seen the scene with the ghouls and poor woman a few minutes ago as well, Lucy had mentally gone over their plan in her mind again: stay back to back with Gavin and divide and conquer the room. They had done this a thousand times—there were no distinctively unknown variables. Not unless there was some kind of master or leader in that room, but according to her research, there wasn’t.

At Gavin’s question, Lucy whispered back, “Yeah,” as she proceeded to slip out of her hiding place and climb back down, the grip of her combats particularly useful in this exercise. Once she was on the ground again, Lucy pulled the revolver from her holster and asked, “What’re you using?” rhetorically, knowing it was no doubt that bloody katana of his. Gavin seemed to think that that was the answer to everything.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin gave her a crooked grin and made sure his katana was umblemished of any rotted flesh before reaching behind another sarcophagus nearby to pull out a tank of gasoline. "The usual. Take off their heads and burn the bodies. Admittedly, it would have been easier to take them out during the day when they're weak, but the bastards are hard enough to find in a group. Snuffing out each ghoul in their hiding hole is too much effort," he sighed, leading the way down the dark catacombs.
"How many ghouls were there again?" he asked in a quiet voice, one hand close to his blade while the other carried the half-gallon tank of gas. He ignored the small squeaks of rats at his feet and the grazing cobwebs that hooked onto his arms, walking with a purpose despite barely being able to see.

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes even as she smirked at his careful examination of that samurai sword (that Lucy couldn't even really properly lift), she nodded and placed the revolver back in her holster. She'd use her knife then and save bullets if cutting their heads off was the plan. Her forearms were bandaged up with ripped sheets that she had graciously allowed herself to steal from the motel they were crashing in and walking over to Gavin, Lucy dunked the now unwrapped straps into the gasoline. "Yeah, it would have been, but ghouls are stupid," she quipped. The hunters had been hiding in their lair now for hours and the idiots hadn't even noticed.

"I counted eight," Lucy replied to her brother, following him closely and admiring his fearlessness even as her heart began to pound. If only she had his courage--sometimes Lucy felt that she'd never get through a hunt without wanting to run first. Every scuffle her and Gavin entered simply added even more to her long list of nightmares. As she over thought, as she was prone to do, she tried to calm herself down, desperately ignoring the squeaking rats that were running over her boots. You've done this a thousand times, the girl said to herself. Easy peasy. A walk in the park. A cakewalk. Mmmm, cake....

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Kataury | 32 comments "True, they my stupid and cowardly, but they know how to use numbers against their opponents. It's good that there will only be eight though. But if we're too outnumbered you run, got that?" Gavin reminded her as he came to a stop at a turn, peeking over the corner to see where it lead before continuing on. The usual smell of must and earth were soon overwhelmed by the growing stench of decay and fresh blood. Although the nest was yet to be in sight, Gavin held his sword at the ready, knowing that they were getting closer. "Get ready," he whispered. "Take the left, I'll take the right."

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) "I'm not running," Lucy replied immediately. As if she'd leave without Gavin. Unclasping the hunting knife from its leather casing and clasping it between her teeth, she began to space the gasoline soaked rags an inch apart along her belt, trying to be quiet as they walked in the catacombs with their combat boots. The smell of death and rot hit Lucy like a wave of nausea and she had to clinch her teeth on her blade to keep from gagging. Yet another thing she'd never get used to. At Gavin's orders, she nodded and removing the blade from her teeth, she held it firmly in one hand and pulled a soaked rag with the other, moving to the left.

The ghouls were still feasting on the flesh of the woman they had dragged in and they hadn't noticed the hunters--yet.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin slipped to the side behind a pile of debris, peeking over the edge to examine the number of ghouls carefully. One, two, three, four... six ghouls were crowded around the body, gorging themselves and fighting over the intestines. A quick scan of the room showed the other two were gnawing on a pair of bones in the corner, breaking into the thick tissue to reach the marrow.
As soon as all targets were accounted for, Gavin pushed his thumb against his blade, feeling it come loose with a nearly inaudible click. Fortunately the ghouls were too preoccupied with their meal to hear the soft noise. The hunter took a deep breath and pulled his sword from its sheath the rest of the way, waiting for another three seconds before striking.
The surprise attack gave Gavin enough time to take the head of two ghouls, and by the time their fellow demons realized what was happening it was too late, and they were already trapped.

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) Gavin's physical strength and prowess were traits that unfortunately, Lucy did not posses. While she would have loved to be able to lop the ghouls' heads off like her brother, she'd be lucky if she could take one off with her knife. She was great at shiving though, and when one of them spotted her when it glanced up and ran towards her, she skirted it and with a determined glint in her dark eyes, she hopped onto its disgusting, putrid, rotting body and stabbed it repeatedly in the eye sockets. Grabbing one of her gasoline soaked bandages from her belt, Lucy dragged her knife across the ghoul's neck and stuffed the rag inside the gaping wound. Hopping off, she managed to dodge one of its blind swipes at her before she scrambled away. "I need fire!" she called out to Gavin, digging inside her pockets for a lighter.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin jumped away from the long reaching arms of another ghoul. "Kind of busy, right now!" He called back, parrying a ghoul's swipe before slicing with his own sword. It was fortunate that ghouls were mainly rotting flesh, making it easier for him to cut them apart, but the main danger was their long, grotesque, black claws, filled with the contagion of victims rotted bodies. He ducked down low and came at one of his opponents with a sweep of his sword. The undead creature attempted to raise its arms in defense, but it was no match for his speed. The creature soon crumpled to the ground, leaving five ghouls remaining.
Gavin glanced briefly to the side to check on Lucy, "Keep him busy! We'll burn them later!" He said before his attention was diverted to avoiding the attacks a pair of ghouls.

message 11: by ๖ۣۜSαᴙαh (last edited Apr 14, 2014 10:57AM) (new)

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lucy muttered, scuttling out of the way of the blind ghoul as she kept her knife pointed outward with one hand while the other one stayed hovered over the ground that she was semi-crouched over. She heard another one coming for her from behind and turning her body, she slashed at its ankle with her knife, causing it to scream in pain as it lurched forward. Lucy took that opportunity to pounce on it, bringing her knife across its throat as she pushed with all her might to make it fall on its back to the ground.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin slashed his blade in a wide arc, slicing one ghoul deeply in the chest and grazing the other along his arm. The hunter didn't allow his opponents the opportunity to recover as he pressed forward. Ghouls were usually quite easy to take on, especially when surprised, the only danger of taking on a ghoul was the threat of being infected from their bites or cuts from their long claws. The siblings made quick work of their foes, slashing their way through the throng in mere moments. Once they were both the last standing amongst the twitching undead, the horrid smell began to set in. Rotting flesh from corpses smelled bad, but the odor that rose from the tainted blood of ghouls made even Gavin's tough stomach churn.
"Eugh..." he gagged, kicking a limp corpse towards the center, "Why is it we've only been getting ghoul work these days?"

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๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) "I don't know, we need better contacts," Lucy muttered, slipping her deft fingers into Gavin's pocket as he gagged dramatically to retrieve his lighter. She snapped at it furiously to light the last gasoline soaked rag in her belt. Once it was lit she whipped it into the room and tugging on her brother's arm, shouted, "Quickly!" before running in the direction that they had come.

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Kataury | 32 comments Gavin stayed close on his sister's heels as they sprinted half blind down the dark catacombs, taking sharp turns left and right through the labyrinthine crypts. A small crisp breeze acted as their guide to the surface into the fresh night air, with the skies lit with stars and the pale face of the full moon. The hunter felt the tension leave his shoulders as soon as they crossed the threshold and enter the audience of tombstones and silent graves.
He decided to catch his breath and sat on a tombstone a few feet from Lucy, taking a few deep breaths before speaking.
"We need to get out of the city. The only things that stick around the lower slums are scavengers and low breeds. But we don't have the notoriety and funds to take on the upper echelons," he sighed at their dilemma.

message 15: by ๖ۣۜSαᴙαh (last edited May 05, 2014 09:09AM) (new)

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh ๖ۣۜMᴄĄłłiƨʈeʀ (inked_chinadoll) Reaching into her skinny jeans pocket, Lucy pulled out a pack of bitch sticks and lit one with the lighter that she had stolen from Gavin. She took a few long drags of her European cigarettes (one of the perks of working for pseudo-shady characters even if they professed to be men of God) as she thought about what Gavin was saying. "Why don't we just try to locate the riffraff ourselves?" she suggested to her brother. "I think I can do the research if we pick a type. If we find 'em, and kill 'em, that'll give us the notoriety we need," she said to him confidently as she raised one dark eyebrow in question.

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