VINCENT PEYTON HALE

[VINCENT HUGH JACKS]

VINCENT PEYTON HALE !?
'When life starts to burn, and the pain returns.
I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight.
There's life in your veins. These needles are chains to hold you down.
How can you expect to win this war?
Too afraid to fight. Are you too afraid to fight?'

FULL NAME Vincent Peyton Hale
NICKNAMES Vince
AGE 21
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY September 2, 1989
SPECIES Human/Werewolf as a hunter
ALLIANCE light
SEXUALITY heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Channing Tatum
EYES dark green eyes that are roundish.
HAIR Brown, short, and kind of spiky.
BODY TYPE Thin and muscular.
HEIGHT 6'2"
WEIGHT 210 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES muscles, tattoos, and voice.
STYLEDesigner Jeans and a T-shirt. He does not much care about style, therefore, he is rather simple when it comes to his wardrobe.

LIKES At least 10.

• Music
  
• Reading/Writing
  
• Success
  
• Being a Protector
  
• Women
  
• Woods
  
• Guns
  
• Knives
  
• Days Off
  
• Alcohol
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Murders
  
• Changing
  
• Vampires
  
• Stupidity
  
• Fighting
  
• Working
  
• Flashbacks
  
• Users
  
• Abuse/Threats
  
• Relationships
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Hunting
  
• Enhanced Speed/Strength
  
• Being able to have enhanced abilities as a human.
  
• Sets Fear in People
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Full Moon
  
• Aging
  
• Alcohol
  
• Flashbacks
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Running His Hand Through His Hair
  
• Drinking
  
• Flighty
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Betrayals
  
• Finding & Losing Love
  
• Losing Control of His changing
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• Find The Vampire That Killed His Family
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• He's Part Werewolf
  

OVERALL
Vincent can be described under one title which is, The Protecter. He hates seeing people being hurt and people in pain. Give him time and he will find you if you need help. Mostly, he hates all supernatural creatures that wish to bring harm down on other people. His job is to stop that, but all on the fact that a vampire had murdered his parents and his dear little sister.

He also has a few hobbies which are far different from what would seem to match up with a deadly hunter. He likes having fun in relationships, but never settling for serious because of a girl that betrayed him. He also loves reading and writing whenever he can possibly find the time outside of his regular training sessions and work.

Finally, there is a bad side of Vincent as for everyone. He cannot always control his changing which only feeds into his flightiness and he tends to have some anger issues because of it.

MOTHER Nina Jem Hale: deceased.
FATHER Jasper Peyton Hale: deceased.
SIBLINGS Amy Jem Hale: deceased.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Salene – Past lover.
ETHNICITY British, French, English, Polish, Irish, Swedish.
WEALTH STATUS Middle Class.
OVERALL
'On September 2, 1989, I was born to Nina and Jasper Hale, two very prestigious hunters. Nina was a loving mother, just like Jasper was a caring husband. We were the perfect trio, but something was not right when I was born. I had a virus, something the doctors subscribed multiple medications for, but nothing worked. The doctors gave up, the mystery of my complication so frustrating, until my father revealed that he was partially a werewolf. I saw every bit of this, even if at the time, when I was a child, I could not comprehend what he had said. My mother was awed, and for many days the two were distant, and my mother sung for me and continued to care for me. There had been an obvious fear that was in her eyes that what she dreamed would be a perfect child would turn out to be something completely different. Over time, my mother came back to my father, beginning to ask questions and growing closer to each other.

When I turned two, my mother had my younger sister Amy. The perfect family until my parents started to work more on something. They told me they were helping people, but I would never had understood that it meant killing any type of creature. When I was six, I wandered in on my father and mother interrogating another creature that I never would have dreamed of. I watched them kill the creature as it disintegrated to ashes quickly. I screamed and ran before they found me hiding in my room, crying. My parents hurting anything remained foreign to me. I had never seen that they had a mean bone in their bodies. A month before I was about to turn seven, I woke up to sirens and flashing lights. I was being grabbed and put into a police car while I screamed for both of my parents, but they never came, and I never saw them again. I did not even know if my sister was alive until after they talked to me about what was going on.

From there, I was transported to multiple foster homes with my sister, begging that we be taken together. She was still so small and delicate and I eventually took on the position of raising her. Foster homes usually do not have much to offer most of the time and sometimes you are found in conditions where your life and well being are not even a concern to the foster parents. When I turned 18, I moved into my own house. Then, I started dating and fell in love with a girl named, Salene. At that time, I was also being trained for becoming a hunter. My sister realized that Salene was not someone I should date, that she had killed my parents. It never occurred to me that she remembered or even saw my parents' deaths. But Salene heard this conversation and murdered my sister. Unfortunately I walked in too late, and she was dead. Im still searching for her and will have vengeance. Soon after this happened, I began having painful aches running through me and I changed. I discovered that I was part werewolf, doing research and realizing how I was not a normal werewolf, that I was part something else.'

NAME/ALIAS Camille.
AGE 18.
TIME ZONE central.
HOW YOU FOUND US lucy.
OTHER CHARACTERS Camille Marie Sanders. Mystique Dee Hewitt.
RP SAMPLE

Camille hit his arm once more, growling playfully, Excuses, excuses, Christian. She mocked him and laughed as she shook her head playfully. Maybe it was merely impossible to shut out all of their thoughts, everyones in the room. It must drive him mad sometimes, but he never seemed in pain from what she remembered. Hearing peoples thoughts could evenly be a blessing and a curse. There were some thoughts that hurt yourself, but then again, you could hear every bit of truth in them. His words made her smirk a bit as she gazed at him, Well, dear, let us hope it would never come to that and even if it did, I would be careful with you. Probably the only person I would be gentle with. Her eyes rested on him completely serious, as she hoped that it would never come to this. She knew herself and if it came down to it, she might force it upon him. It was in her evil nature to just attack anyone with blood. She looked away from him, knowing he probably would hear her thoughts of this as well. Im probably not the best person to be a friend of, much less considered a sibling. Im not caring usually when it comes to needing blood. Id like to say that I can promise I wont ever attack you if it came down to it, but I cant, she said, her voice harsh and to the point. Blood was like an addiction that if you let go of, it would kill you and she knew that if she did not feed regularly she would lose control of herself. She just stared at her drink, her lips forming a flat and tight line as she ran her fingers through her hair slowly.

When they moved onto his relationship, it took her mind off of her own problems as she just listened intently to his words. Alright, as long as you both talked about it, even if your definitions arent the same, she said looking at him, speaking merely from experience even though she never truly loved any human because she knew the risks. And oh I dont know, you tell me? She challenged him with a mischievous smirk at his comment about him making her hate her. Her hands moved against the glass softly as she just took another drink, feeling the warmth of the liquid slide down her throat. She wondered how being tipsy felt, but she could imagine by watching humans who had taken more than they could handle. She studied Christian now, wondering if she could ever hate him, but I think it was possible to hate anyone, no matter how much you loved them to begin with. There were always exceptions though which made her kind of sick to think about it because they did not apply to the majority of the situations. Abuse, rape, betrayal, break ups, lies, etc. They were all reasons people hated other people, but she never felt hate for anyone, not in the true sense of the word.

Alright, thank you. Sounds great! She said as she smiled softly. She laughed at his reaction to her calling him ancient. Fair enough she took another drink from her glass. Yes, arent you just special? And a bit of nerd. She teased him with a smirk at the fact he knew Latin at his main language. Although, she knew how it was to have a completely different native language, hers was Japanese and she had not run into many people in this city who spoke it. It was quite sad really, but Latin has not been spoken for ages. And alright, well thank you for keeping an eye on me, she said as she smiled again. Then he said something else, her eyes then glancing towards the awakening man who she had bitten. A shriek resounded through the bar as her hand made the glass shatter from suddenly squeezing it hard. Blood rolled over her hand, but the cuts quickly healed as she sighed out, We better go. She knew if the guy had remembered something about his bite that he probably just discovered, she might be a clear suspect soon enough. She hid her hand and looked around, everyone glancing over at the man, the music still going in the background.

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P E N D I N G
if you look here, on the Human/Vampire hybrid it says (2/2) which means, that the allowed number of that sort of hybrid is already filled out, is there any other hybrid that you could do?

[VINCENT HUGH JACKS]

Yeah, I modified it.

[JURATE]

A C C E P T E D
thank you! don't forget the claims <3