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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2021 7:06 pm
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Abigail ┃ Hawk
❝ To live life, you have to love it. ❞
Tell Me The Basics...
You can call me... Abby or Abs by most. As she's called Little Red by other were-hunters.
Count the candles... 26
Can't you tell?... I am a woman
Check the scale... 180 pounds
Grab the measuring tape... 5' 4''
Body type: She has an hour glass figure and is a bit chunky.
Skin Tone/Color: Pale, with hint of a tan. When in winter time, and wearing light colored clothes her tan sticks out. Or else she looks pale.
Hair color and Style Auburn strawberry blonde hair, her bangs is collar bone long as rest of her hair is hip long. She normally wears it in a pony tail, but as a were-hunter, she puts it in a military style bun.
Eye Color Green hazel eyes that can appear amber like depending on her mood
Scars Has small scars on her hands from knives, bramble patches, and climbing trees. Though her biggest scars are on her back. It's three claw marks that go down from the right side of her waist to the top of her butt.
Years of Being a Were-Hunter: 7 years
Weapon(s): Compound bow and arrows, couple of 16'' long daggers, and 6 pocket knives
See my mask?... Thorn The Lone Shewolf
Let's Dig A Little Deeper
I've been given a gift... Keen hearing, and having a good sense with nature
Keep it coming... Good looking guys, music, baking, sweets, liquors depend on her mood, and horse back riding.
Keep it away... Drunk men/women, dumb/stupid people, any kind of weres [They more of scare her then being a hate, even being a Were-hunter], and thunder storms
Here's A Little History Lesson
Learn from the past... She was a happy child in a basically normal family. Having a Mother, Father, an older sister and younger sister. But when she was ten, her and her family gone camping. They found a good spot not far from a state lake since they were in a state park. They were there for a week. Normally Abigail would read books, or just sit and over look different scenery.
She found a pathway not far from her camp. Then seen something like a burrow was dug. But she left it alone and hid in the camp. That night she heard weird growling. When she fell asleep it was weird. She had a dream of screams and growling. Only to wake up and find her family killed by something. What ever it was did not stay around. Soon the cops found her with her family. After that she closed down emotionally.
Abigail became an outcast to everyone she knew. She was raised by her Mother's side of the family. Her family knew what she suffered but did not know of the nightmares she had. Starting to suffer from sleep insomnia and then sleep paralysis. Until she was thirteen, she was alone. And she met odd friends whom finally were able to help her relax.
She became more social to people whom were not her family. Aside from being an anime fan that her friends were turning her into. She became a popular kind of outcast girl. Since she lived in a small town that did not have many 'otakus' or 'geeks'. When she was fourteen she got in her first fist fight with a guy. Living with her grandparents she had to be a 'good girl'. Some how through out her depression, she became better at school. Allowing her to graduate at the age of sixteen. Getting a full time job she liked, a used book store. Her job was a few block away from her grandparents. One night she was walking home and seen a weird looking creature and then a couple of people running after it. Though one of the people stopped and looked at her then gone after the creature.
A person came up to her and talked to her about the attack on her family when she was younger. With this she was hired as a were-hunter after a test. After she passed it they moved her to the East coast. Well to Virginia, Williamsburg, Virginia which is a small town of about 16,000 people. The head area supervisor, got her a job as a clerk in a book store. And have her live with 2 other were-hunters. Over the seven years she lived there. Her Southern accent barely has left her. And she is a writer of 'Adult' theme stuff under a pen name. Which the books sell at Hobbit Hole.
She is now a person whom loves talking to people. But is cautious of any were's she'll withdraw herself quickly and become socially awkward. She did try to date a were-hunter out of another group in their area, but it turned out badly. And she's still physically and mentally recovering from him. Though he was moved out of the area.
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Abigail Hawk's Room mates.
John Bell
Brother figure to Abigail
He's 22, his b-day is May 31. As Abigail's is May 10th.
His height is 6' 2'' and weight is 190 pounds
Tall, lanky/skinny, but has a bit of muscle on him.
His hair is short on the sides and short spikes on top, hair color brown.
Eye color, brown.
He wears glasses and has a scar along the left side of his jaw from a bar fight with Abigail's ex.
He is protective of Abigail in a brotherly manner. And does not push her into hunts. He knows she's more fearful of were's then they are of hunters. He also knows she acts to be a bad shot though she's so damn good with a bow and arrow.
He uses bow and arrows and keeps a katana sword on him. It's sharp enough to cut a man's arm off.
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Alan Deforest
Guy friend whose a flirt
July 27th, age 25
He's 6' 2 1/2'' and 200 pounds
He is tall and skinny as well.
Normally tends to have shaggy hair and his hair color is black.
His normal weapons is a shot gun and a pistol.
He normally flirts and hits on most girls. And this includes Abigail, whom basically hates him.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 4:54 pm
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Marcus
❝ With hard work and effort placed into the training... ... There's no end to what you can accomplish. ❞
Tell Me The Basics...
You can call me... Marcus, though an obnoxious coworker calls me catsicle....
Count the candles... roughly 30, unless you count the years stuck in ice.
Can't you tell?... I am a man
Check the scale... With coat on, 1,200 pounds. Sans coat but otherwise dressed, 600 pounds of mostly muscle.
Grab the measuring tape... 7' 6''
Body type: Lean wall of muscle.
Skin Tone/Color: A Mediterranean skin tone, specifically hailing from where is now Turkey.
Hair color and Style He keeps his sun bleached brown hair short as it tends to bother him once it's too long.
Eye Color Typically a yellowish green.
Scars You would be hard pressed to find somewhere without scars of some kind, though the most prominent would be the three gold tinted ones upon his back, and the solitary one into his sternum.
Years of Being a Were-Hunter: Not counting years on ice, about 15
Weapon(s): Two .454 Casull magazine fed pistols, and two single edged swords with longer grips to allow him to utilize them in war form.
See my mask?... Kharne Sunar
Let's Dig A Little Deeper
I've been given a gift... Enhanced senses, some supernatural powers
Keep it coming... Finely cooked meat (most often by himself), whiskey (closest to the alcohol of his youth), pretty and spirited women (not going to force them into anything), cabins
Keep it away... Drunk men/women, rude/assholeish people, those who disturb the balance, hops.
Here's A Little History Lesson
Here's A Little History Lesson[color=brown]Learn from the past...[/color=darkolivegreen] history (Not quite complete, aka. work in progress.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 7:00 pm
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Abigail Hawk~~~~~~~~~~Location: Blue Ridge, VA
Whom I'm With: A sub team, Mike and Tony
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Today is not my day. She thought as she was throwing her leg over her dirt bike, she was loaned. This morning started off with her almost missing her alarms. Followed by more crappy timing and such. Now she was covering for Heidi, the guy's teammate. She did not blame the woman as she had a medical emergency. Now she finally got the bike started and grumbled as the guys were talking among themselves. Almost not noticing her struggle, yet if she was to ask; they would not notice. If anything she had to scream to ever get their attention since she started to work with them.
Now she rode behind them in the darkness. They were now going down a well worn trail made by hunters like themselves. Part way of following their tail lights she noticed her dirt bike giving out. As she tried to figure out what was going on, she got thrown over the handle bars. Groaning she laid on the ground as she some how landed on her back. The bike had fallen onto it's side and she slowly started to get up. Checking things as she stood up, both ankles and legs were okay. Back was tender and her arms had some minor scratches. Of course she had a riding helmet on so she rubbed whatever dirt back onto the ground.
Stepping over the log she had hit, she noticed the guys did not stop. They were long gone it seemed. Sighing she leaned over to get the dirt bike propped up. Before realizing it was to quiet, like something was out there with her. Of course she knew of other creatures that could be just folktales. But she did not want to spook herself. Muttering to herself about the two men being asses, she started to put the bike against a tree. Now she was thankful for the 'lamp light' she had on over her helmet. As she adjusted the bike against a tree, she heard something snap. Frowning she glanced over her right then left shoulder. But saw nothing before shivering as hairs started to stand on end.
As she started to walk back the way she had came from. But a growl made her stop and freeze. If her hair was not already standing on end it was now. Before she could turn around well drawing a firearm, the creature tackled her. A scream left her, well the whisper of one seemed too. Now the creature got off her and seemed to wait for her to move. After a few seconds she tried to lunge for her gun, but ended up belly flopping. With the wind knocked out of her, she tried to groan. Though before she could get enough air to move again, something hit her back. The black werewolf slashed at her back with it's claws.
Pain ripped through her as she laid there on her stomach. Panting she tried to crawl away from the werewolf. But soon enough her world was spinning.
She thought she heard gunshots or something else. Yet she would never know. Sounds bleed together as anything she tried to look at was to blurry. It was like her eyes were always filled with tears and wearing extremely dirty glasses. Eventually she gave up on trying to look and closed her eyes. Despite closing her eyes, nothing audible seemed to clear up. A deep voice was heard as hands picked her up. At this point she was feeling even more faint then she had a moment ago.
If anyone was to look her over, she would look like someone who wanted to ride during a nice spring day. She had a plain military green t shirt on with an old denim vest with four butterfly patches. Yet the patches were placed as if to be over her heart; when buttoned up. Her cargo pants had a couple of more clips; for the gun she dropped. It seemed her ID was left else where and not around. Though her cell phone seemed to be damaged from being thrown over the handle bars. Though if one took her helmet off she would have pink hair. It was clearly in a short ponytail that she had tucked into the helmet.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2021 4:16 pm
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Maгcus
Where: Blue Ridge, Va
With: Initially none, discounting his target, then a victim of said target.
With hard work and effort placed into the training...
Marcus carefully followed the trail of a rogue werewolf through the forests of Virginia. It was near pitch black out, but due to his nature he could see clearly the trail of his quarry. This hunt had been fraught with trouble as some of the local hunter groups were less than cooperative with him.
As he crouched down to examine the tracks of his quarry he heard the sound of dirt bikes go by on a nearby trail, hoping that they would keep going and not be caught in the path of the werewolf he was hunting. Two of the dirt bikes trailed off into the distance, but one seemed to peter out before he heard the thud of it hitting a log. He cursed in old Turkish under his breath as he moved in that direction, knowing his target would be drawn to such.
Marcus did his best to keep as quiet as possible, avoiding stepping on any visible twigs or branches on the ground. He managed to get just before he could see the trail before a branch hidden under a light layer of dirt wound up right under his foot. *Snap!* Upon the sound coming he would freeze, not sure if that had alerted his quarry or simply the rider of the dirt bike that had crashed.
Hearing the growl and the sound of a person screaming with what little air could come from them, Marcus muttered another old Turkish curse before pulling out one of his .454 Casull handguns and started to rush out toward the trail.
Upon rushing out onto the trail Marcus saw his quarry over a young woman. Scowling he aimed and fired at the werewolf a few times, managing to get one hit in the beast's hip. If his goal were immediately still upon killing the rogue he'd have kept firing until it fell dead, however at this point his goal was to get it away from the woman.
Once it had limped off into the woods, Marcus moved to the young woman to look at her injuries. Muttering to himself in his native language as he did so, he'd check for id and/or phone. Finding no id and seeing the damaged, yet nowhere near unsalvageable, phone, he would pick her up and begin to rush to the nearest hunter clinic.
Once at the clinic he brought her right into a private room followed by a doctor within hunter circles. He waited as her injuries were patched up, but he was informed that they unfortunately did not have matching blood available to replace what she had lost. Asking what type she needed he'd find out it was the same as his own blood type so he reluctantly donated blood directly. When she was stable and not in need of blood Marcus got to using one of his abilities to repair her phone so that the doctor could contact her emergency contact in the phone to pick her up once she could leave. On his way out he'd pay for the medical service all the way until she was able to leave, before heading to the place his organization was using as a base for this hunt.
... There's no end to what you can accomplish.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2021 5:23 pm
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Abigail Hawk~~~~~~~~~~Location: The Lodge (Hunter's bar)
Whom I'm With: People
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After what felt like ages she managed to wake up and in the fog of pain, finally she called her friends, more importantly her teammates. Of course the next month was a bedridden blur. But she started to bond with one of babies someone had in their area. She had been decent friends with Victor and his wife, Amy. Of course the baby was about a year old when she would help hold and take care of the baby. The next five months of physical therapy seemed like Hell. Yet, she kept spending as much free time with her niece, Sophia. When the one year mark hit, she thought nothing of it. Yet around the second year, she noticed things were changing a bit. Of course it was three years later now.
Waking up, she rushed to the bathroom and took care of business. Followed by checking the time and groaning. It was still pretty early in the day and she rubbed her eyes. Before looking at her cat, Bandit, who was a gray tabby. "Lucky.", she mumbled, before sitting on her bed and put her head in her hands. Now she gone ahead and got into the shower, followed by getting dressed for the evening. She got dressed into a pair of pants that the legs flared at the bottom. As she wore a black camisole under a nice emerald green blouse that she buttoned up. Before she put her hair into a low ponytail to rest on the nap of her neck. Of course she made sure she put enough perfume; with out killing her nose. Yet she made sure to spray some in her cleavage, in her hair, and rubbed some at her ear lobes.
Once she put her four inch platform wedge sandals on, she gone to the living room and waited for the guys. Of course she was a bit early, but she would not be able to go back to sleep. Now she watched TV for a while before the guys were ready. By five they headed out and gone to the Lodge and stood in the parking lot talking. She had a decent size purse on her shoulder, that looked like a Mom purse. Though one would see a few notebooks in her purse along with two or more pencil bags.
Her hair was a natural strawberry blonde at this point. As more people started to show up, she smiled. Before she hugged and greeted those she liked and knew. Tonight it looked like it was only Amy, which did not bother her. Now they talked about kids and such. Since Sophia was four by now. Of course Abigail, would go in with everyone else and start to order drinks. John and Alan seemed to let Abigail have her time with Amy. Yet the men would play a game of pool together.
"Abby, ain't today or tomorrow the anniversary?", Amy mused. Abigail blinked and looked confused as she was sipping on some water. Before frowning and clearly thinking. After a few seconds it clicked and she sighed before looking away. Though once she looked back at Amy, she looked a bit pained,"Tonight is... Amy please don't remind anyone else. I don't need any sympathy. At least I rather not here and now.", she said, as she rubbed her temples a bit. Amy mumbled,"Sorry Abs." It was clear that Amy did not really dress up tonight, she wore a t-shirt with basic Mom jeans and tennis shoes. She was basically the same height as Abigail yet a bit darker, by a couple of shades. Along with blonde hair from being outside. Amy gave Abigail a hug before excusing herself to the bathroom.
Once Amy left, Abigail ordered a double margarita. Well setting herself a tab now. It was a couple of days after her birthday too. Which she hoped that's what people would remember instead of "the freak accident". Slowly more people walked up to Abigail and talked with her after a while. Finally she seemed to be going into good spirits and was sipping at her drink.
As Erin, a young lady sat down next to her, she smiled. It was clear Erin was fit and was dressed to show off. She wore a pair of form fitting pants with a standard black crop top. Her long black hair had neon highlights that stood out against her pale skin. Now the ladies were talking about life, and other things. Yet Erin was asking Abigail to come to a belly dancing class with her. As Abigail was trying to reply, Amy came back and asked her to watch her drink. Nodding Abigail kept a hand on Amy's drink and was sipping at her own. Erin was still talking with Abby put seemed to drop Belly dancing for the time. Though Erin eventually frowned and glanced at a guy beside her. A young and rather new hunter was grabbed her a**, slowly.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2021 4:20 pm
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Maгcus
Where: Blue Ridge, Va; then the Lodge
With: Target, then the random bar goers.
With hard work and effort placed into the training...
Marcus went out a couple days after bringing the young woman to get medical care, intent on taking down the werewolf that had hurt her. It didn't take him much to find it after locating the faint blood stain from when he shot it. Once he caught up to it he took out his swords and shifted into his own war form to quickly overpower it, rending its body into several pieces with brutally powerful slashes with his swords. As soon as it was dead he shifted back and put his swords away before burying most if its body and taking the head back to confirm the identity of the werewolf for the records.
Over the next few years Marcus was all over the country on various hunts. A vampire in Wisconson, another werewolf over in Nevada. Even a rogue mage in Washington. Each year though, he would spend the anniversary of the one failed hunt at a bar drinking.
Three years after the fact he happened to be in a bar known as The Lodge. An ironic name as any he had heard. He was seated slightly away from the bar, such that he could see what was going on at it as he drank his rather large whiskey and coke.
He saw a strawberry blonde woman come in who seemed familiar, but he just figured she just looked like one of his coworkers. His afternoon and now into early evening seemed to be uneventful so far, at least until a woman sat down next to the strawberry blonde. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young man grab the fit woman's a**, and the ensuing stiffening of the fit woman's posture. With a sigh he downs the rest of his drink before heavily stepping over toward the man who had done so, the bartender recognizing the look on Marcus' face and so moved to engage the fit woman in a bit of small talk to distract her. As the bartender did so Marcus reached out and, rather roughly, grabbed the man's ear before starting to drag him out of the bar by said ear.
... There's no end to what you can accomplish.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2021 3:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2021 7:46 pm
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Abigail Hawk~~~~~~~~~~Location: The Lodge (Hunter's bar)
Whom I'm With: People
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She unbuttoned her blouse cuffs and started to roll them up her forearms. If one was to look, her right hand had a noticeable tan line; from an archery glove. Though her left forearm had a clear bruise from archery. It seemed more like more people started to come out. Only to glare at the young man. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.", she said in a clearly pissed off Okie accent. It was clear Abigail was the same height as the young man with her sandals on.
The young man looked her over and laughed,"What cha gonna do b***h?", he snapped. She laughed and looked him over,"Make you regret tonight.", she snapped at him. The young man rolled his eyes,"By what, sitting on me?", he mused. "Oof, yeah bring my weight into this.", she replied only to give a half hearted laugh. A couple of people of muttered as this banter was going on. Now she walked up to the young man well rearing up her fist and made contact with the young man's face. The punch knocked him onto his a** only for her to shake her hand; after the punch. "You b***h!", he snapped as he sat there holding his now bleeding nose. "Tell me somethin' I don't know.", she said, before turning around and walking back inside.
Heading back to Amy and Erin she hugged them and saw her glass was empty. Only to now tease Amy for drinking her double Margarita. Now Abigail headed back to the bar to order another drink. Karaoke was going on and Abigail glanced at the stage well talking with the ladies. It seemed after she punched the newbie, everyone walked back into the bar. People were going back to playing billiards and just relaxing. Finally Abigail headed up to the Karaoke DJ and mumbled two songs she would like to sing once it was her turn.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2021 12:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2021 2:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2021 3:20 pm
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Abigail Hawk~~~~~~~~~~Location: The Lodge (Hunter's bar)
Whom I'm With: People
~~~~~~~
The newbie looked at Abby,"What's your story?" He asked. As his blue eyes looked her over. Abby almost spit take before turning a cough into a laugh; behind her hand. "Oh doll, I ain't gonna tell ya. Cause I don't wanna have to pay for all of the therapy." She said before shaking her head a bit. "And trust me, I ain't tryin' to "mysterious". With time I may tell you." Now she took a long drink from her margarita. Before she moved to sit on the railing. Of course she noticed Marcus there yet said nothing. "Hey, Abs be a nerd and tell the new guy which is worse. Ambush predators or a pack of wolves." John said only to see Abby perk up.
After five maybe twenty minutes of explaining and answering questions. It seemed as if Abby knew her stuff on tigers and other big cats. Even bringing lions into the equation. It was clear she was a fan of big cats. When the new guy seemed to understand she relaxed and started to calm down. "So out of those animals which is your favorite?" The newbie asked.
Without a blink of anyone's eye she looked at him,"Tigers, always have been my favorite carnivore. Plus I had written a few school papers on them." Abby replied well, gently swinging her legs. As she was still sitting on the porch railing. The newbie nodded at her reply as she rubbed her neck some; as she spoke. "What about colors?" The newbie asked. Abby raised an eyebrow,"Honestly all are beautiful. Any other questions newbie?" she asked as she prepared to take a sip.
"Is there anything you don't know?" The newbie asked. As Abby took a sip from her drink now. Now she got off the railing and groaned a bit. It felt like static in her legs just a bit. Putting her purse onto her shoulder and grabbing her cup. "Honestly yes, yes there is." she replied as she headed to the door. A slight swing in her hips now,"I don't know the next time I will have a good lay is." she said with a smirk and a growing blush. Some smokers started to cough or choke a bit. As some people just yelled "Abby!". She laughed and headed inside well blushing madly and joined the ladies again.
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Thorn the Lone Shewolf Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2021 4:31 pm
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