The Hunter
Name: Erin Jäger
Nicknames: --
Gender: Genderfluid (but often refers to himself as a he)
Age: 18
Category: Death
The Weapon
Name: Sigurd
Nicknames: Siggy
Type of Weapon: A handgun, similar in make to a Sig Sauer (2200 Equinox).
Former species of weapon: Demon
Gender: Male
Personalities:
Erin
+ Eager to help and be useful, Erin thrives on the idea of helping you. Do you need laundry done? Do you want something from the cafeteria? Can he fill out that mission report for you? Even if he doesn't receive much in the way of gratitude, Erin consoles himself with the fact that someone wanted him for something, and that makes him ultimately worth something.
+ Oh please, oh please give him attentions. And love. And pettings? Erin, being starved of human companionship, is very loyal to people he calls friends, and will willingly protect them tooth and nail. In his drive to show others what a good friend he is, he works incredibly hard to prove himself. He's also incredibly affectionate, and loves any form of physical contact.
+/- Erin often puts on a companionable air, trying a little too hard to be happy in front of others. He is deeply terrified of driving people away and being left alone, and will bottle up any negativity to try and keep it from surfacing. He won't be able to tell you no. Erin will also lie to your face if it means he can avoid a confrontation, or hurting your feelings.
- Survivor's guilt often eats him up inside, making him feel depressed. He's come to have a bit of a complex about it -- Erin fully believes that he's disposable and has no qualms about being so, which is tied in very closely with his own lack of self-worth. He goes to great, self destructive lengths to get things done.
- Neurotic from the trauma he experienced when meeting Caelius, Erin has become obsessive about certain people and objects that relate to the event in order to process it. He isn't entirely conscious of the fact that he does it, either. Who is he? Erin doesn't really know. He has a chronic lack of self esteem and latches onto his work as a hunter to give him identity -- only exacerbated by his neurosis.
Siggy
For a halloween denizen that was turned into a gun, Siggy is oddly all sunshine, cupcakes, and rainbows. He loves bright colors, interior decorating, and glitter, often citing himself as a large fan of horror. There is something very not right with Siggy. But he adores Erin anyway, thinking him the perfect little tart that he can manipulate to get entertainment.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
Quote:
ninjazoosmut: yes.............. welll... its kind of hard to get starry eyed at caelius but lets say that theoretically he was in a gang crime without realizing that everyone in it was like possessed/ had insanity/ were secretly horsemen
ninjazoosmut: and he got offed
ninjazoosmut: and he came back to a bloodied room full of decapitated bodies and someone being like 'oh if u can see them then come join us......' /tsundere
ninjazoosmut: he [Erin] managed to survive
ninjazoosmut: and then was given an offer to be in trials
ninjazoosmut: sure yes A+
ninjazoosmut: and he got offed
ninjazoosmut: and he came back to a bloodied room full of decapitated bodies and someone being like 'oh if u can see them then come join us......' /tsundere
ninjazoosmut: he [Erin] managed to survive
ninjazoosmut: and then was given an offer to be in trials
ninjazoosmut: sure yes A+
Erin was a nobody. A nothing.
Coming from a low-income home with parents filing divorce by his teen years, Erin never had the happiest home life. He grew up in the inner city, spending most of his young life doing everything and anything he could to appease his parents. Nothing was ever quite good enough. Erin's grades were mediocre, and he worked as a clerk at a local grocery chain to help out with the bills. He enjoyed drawing and music, but was uninspired and middling at both. Erin had few friends -- and was often stereotyped as a loner.
There was nothing extraordinary about Erin. Nothing his parents really cared about, and the lack of interest in their child left Erin floundering for self identity.
On highschool graduation, Erin cut class and followed a bunch of boys from the more delinquent parts of the school to the back alleyways of a small warehouse district. Lonely and desperate -- and the boys were pretty welcoming, all things considered -- he hung out with them for awhile, enjoying their company.
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"Hey, I've got something cool," one of them said, unzipping his ratty black backpack and digging around inside it. "Wanna see?"
Erin glanced over from where he was holding a can of yellow spraypaint, looking at the sloppy handiwork he'd just scrawled on the back of a parked semi. "Huh?"
The other kid was holding a handgun by the barrel, offering the handle for Erin to take. He blinked owlishly.
"Isn't that -- " Erin hissed, and glanced around at the other boys nervously. One of them took a long drag on his cigarette. " -- I mean... that's... "
"Don't be a p***y!" the kid sneered, gesturing for Erin to take the gun again.
"Uhm, okay... " Erin quickly dropped the can of paint and grabbed the handle, limply holding the gun as though it might explode at any moment.
"We're gonna go mess up some fags tonight," the kid who gave Erin the gun grinned. "You gonna help us?"
"Yeah... I mean, but," Erin swept around, looking from boy to boy nervously for support. This was crazy! This was bad. He might not have been the brightest kid in his class, but even he knew that guns were dangerous! But all the other boys were preoccupied, either tagging, playing hackysack, or smoking. The few that looked back seemed to say, 'so?'
Don't be a p***y! Erin swallowed, looking down at the shiny black handle of the gun in his hand.
"Okay..." he finally agreed. The kid with the black backpack laughed.
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"Oh s**t!"
Erin looked down at the body of a girl across the empty street. He couldn't take his eyes off the way the figure just laid there, limp, as dark liquid pooled around the underside of her ********, I didn't think that f** had it in him!" one of the boys whispered, nodding his head towards Erin. "He really shot that b***h!"
"It was an accident!" Erin whirled around, terror on his pale face. "I didn't mean to -- I thought the, the safety or whatever..."
The unmistakable whine of an ambulance siren ricocheted down the narrow black street, echoing across the thick warehouse buildings. "s**t -- I hear the cops!" another boy said.
The small gang took off running, dashing towards a building that had the metal garage door cracked just enough to slide under. Erin stood around dumbly for a few seconds longer than necessary, his mouth flapping open and closed like a gasping fish. He felt like he was going to puke.
"Wait!" he yelled, dashing after them with trembling legs.
The sirens grew louder, and the flashes of red and blue lights came faintly from across an alleyway. Erin ran right up to the dark, thick silver sheet that acted as a large door for this particular warehouse. he looked around frantically, before dropping the gun in haste. He kneeled down to try and squeeze his way beneath.
"Ugh... what's that smell?" he muttered to himself, as he wiggled into the dark area.
Squelch.
Erin rolled on something warm and sticky, as he tried to push himself up. The smell was cloyingly sweet and sour, and gagging, he tried to wipe off the weird goo on the side of his pants.
"Ew," he hissed, but his heart was pounding in his throat. Erin didn't really have time to think about it. "Guys? Where are you?"
He thrust his hand into his pocket, digging out the cheap lighter he'd gotten from the dollar store to try and fit in. He held it up, flicking the tiny flame light on after only a few unsuccessful tries.
The small flame only illuminated a tiny portion of area, but it was enough. Erin saw a slack-jawed, glazed, drooling face of a head that wasn't attached to a body, and with a yelp, dropped the lighter. It went out, clattering across the concrete floor.
"Oh my god!" Erin whispered. He felt his lunch coming up.
That head hadn't looked normal...
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After the lights had come on, Erin met Caelius, who extended an offer to come join the Hunters. With the cops immediately outside -- and the pressing desire that he was finally wanted by someone for something -- Erin accepted. He told his parents he was going on a camping trip with some friends... a camping trip he'd never return from.
Weapon Ability
An icy bullet is fired, and when it hits its target the feeling of an icy/hot healing sensation spreads throughout their bodies. (The Chill)
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Cyan
Hair Colour/Style: Black (that he's dyed with white streaks and has recently braided)
Skin Colour: Tan
Clothing Style/Colours: He wears his hunter coat in a similar way that Caelius does. Scarf is also cyan, will add more in a second!
Extra: Caelius' #1 Fan
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