The Hunter
Name: Dawson Kimberly Grace
Nicknames: Shaggy by his niece
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Category: Moon
- ☾ Dawson is a young man who has learned the art of settling for less with a smile. (He does not deserve more because he is not as good as everyone else.)
He understands he is a coward, a lover, and addicted to cheap beer. He also understands that it's a combination that has caused him to become a great disappointment to his family and a greater misfortune to his own surname. His intelligence isn't amazing but his insight can be strangely spot on if ill-timed. (He once realized the reason he liked his third girlfriend slightly more than before because she smelled like ginger cookies and fresh laundry. He did not realize that whispering "you smell like my grammy's" to her while having sex would be a mood killer.)
Dawson is afraid to talk because he claims he has a speech impediment--that is, the stereotypical, slow Southern hick drawl you usually only hear in cartoons--and has become an adapt listener in hopes of hiding it. And yet once comfortable with someone, he can talk their ear off about completely unrelated subjects to the topic at hand, oblivious to boredom, discomfort, or annoyance until chastised. (Sometimes he does not hear things correctly, which has lead to quite a bit of misinformation on his part. He still believes the phrase is "why do today what you can leave for tomorrow?" and for about a year thought his name actually was Dog/Dawg since that was all anyone called him.)
He has the body of an ox, the hair growth of bigfoot, and the smell of them both combined. Even constant applications of deodorant and showers aren't always enough. (The appearance of a man's man, muscle and hair and all, is shocking given his inner lilly-livered nature.)
Dawson's talents lie with his hands: not in the accidentally crushing handshakes he gives in greeting, but in the care he takes constructing things. Only then does he show alarming dexterity, able to whittle tiny ponies just as much as he can create furniture. (His pappy made him work with construction for three summers in hopes of making him understand that shitty life he'd have if he didn't take his education seriously. All it did was light a fight under the kid to work more: he has done all matter of entry-level work, from janitor to fast food employee, while his parents grew increasingly dismayed.)
Do not mess with him and his food. Especially his bacon.
Dawson was diagnosed as ADHD and is often an nuisance with his constant movement: foot tapping, gum smacking, the works. The only time he sits completely still is to eat or to sleep. In combat, his nerves may save his life--or make him too twitchy to be of use.
He takes things as they come and doesn't take too much fuss with the past or future. He's slow to move and speak, but his arm is always outstretched and inviting if someone's open to it. If he looks like a dumb cow, at least he's an easygoing dumb cow. Well, at least until spooked, which he easily is: then he's hootin' and hollerin' and trying not to tip over while yelling, don't eat me I ain't good fer ya! (And surprisingly, he'll fall for the same jokes twice or more.)
In short, Dawson is an anxious golden retriever: loyal, goofy, easy to please, and willing to do pretty much anything he's asked to do. All he asks in return is a pat on the head, a lot of food, and a "good boy." Even though he freaks out and hides at loud unknown noises and then barks repeatedly just to make sure you know there are loud unknown noises please help.
The Weapon
Name: Syntyche
Nicknames: Syn, Centipede (Dawson misheard)
Type of Weapon: Shield
Former species of weapon: Chimera
Gender: Female
Unsummoned form: Tooth and claw necklace
- ☾ Syn is one soul comprised of many voices to express her mood.
She is the roar of the lion calling for Dawson to charge, the bravery behind his spineless behavior, the fortitude to make them see things through, the necessary aggressiveness he lacks, and the temper that sparks while he merely accepts. She is the soft hiss of the snake that tickles his ear, the alluring voice that charms to bed, the wisdom and patience that coils and waits for opportunities, the understanding that one must be flexible to survive, and the ambition to make those changes. She is the bleat of the goat ready to explore, the need to sacrifice for the sake of others, the industrious and tireless worker, the inner nurturer, and the force that seeks to find balance between hunter and weapon.
Syntyche is everything Dawson isn't, but she can only be so much at a time. How she speaks indicates her current mindset, but the common tie between her animal parts is the grudging affection she holds for her new unwieldy cub.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
- ☾ He wanted to be normal. Honest to God normal like his squeaky clean new parents.
Shadows? Nope, gettin' the hell outta dodge. Weird noises in the cabinet? Get someone else to look at it. Monsters under the bed? Wet it and hope the smell makes them go away while spending the night in silent terror. If this was some clarion call to be a hero, Dawson sure as hell plugged his ears up and whistled loudly. There had to be a mistake anyway: he ran away from cockroaches for Chrissake.
His long journey running away came to an abrupt end in the Amazon.
See, Dawson's family was well off. Between investments, a few well to-do connections, and a damn popular mom n' pop store turning into a local chain, the Graces could afford to splurge every once in a while. Dawson was on his fifth girlfriend, and Ma and Pa Grace saw their adopted son's taste had finally reached acceptable levels.
And then, on a boat tour through the Amazon River, things went to hell in a handbasket. Next thing Dawson knows, everyone's at each other's throats, people are goin' crazy and tossing overboard, hell, the tour guide himself brings out the weapon and starts shootin'. Pretty soon it's a blood bath and all he can do is cower under the fresh corpse of his girlfriend and hope he can play dead long enough to figure out what the hell to do.
Then he heard wingbeats, saw wild looking shadow things land on the boat, and fainted.
When he came to, Dawson saw what looked like a clean up crew in white and gold taking care of the mess. He got swept up in the tidying and agreed to come along before he fully understood what that meant, because when you're soaked in someone else's blood and ready to puke, going anywhere else that promises safety and training sounds a helluva lot better.
Weapon Ability
- ☾ Insulation (Barrier Y2) The shield exhales a plume of fire, settling over the target as extra protection against attacks.
Physical Description:
Please refer to this coat guide and this weapon guide!
Eye Colour: Amber
Hair Colour/Style: Black messy mop with a cowlick and a lot of bangs in his eyes (let one be visible?)
Skin Colour: Farmer's tan + freckles + overall ruddy complexion
Clothing Style/Colours: He's a lazy mofo with hand-me-downs. Torn up jeans + belt, sneakers, plaid shirts/flannel or graphic tees. Almost always has a hat on because according to him it means he doesn't have to brush it out.
Coat can be anything really! More than likely he'd tie it around his waist. Scarf color is CC~
Extra:
+ Something sticking out of his mouth to chew on: toothpick/grain stalk/grass shoot most likely. Or a fishbone idk.
+ Hairy arms and legs if shown. Beginnings of a mustache and some shadow, maybe more around his chin and sideburns.
+ Weapon is pretty much CC. If able to incorporate aspects of the lion/snake/goat, all the better!
+ Tattoos on arms/chest, can be anything but something with a theme is preferred~
References:
body type/freckles
Oval face shape 1 2
pinterest board (mostly flannels + baseball cap stuff + general clothes)
Shield inspiration 1 2 3 4 (HAD TO DO IT) 5 (lion claw or snake fang aspect?) 6
Somewhat inspirational idk
