Post by christianford on Jan 7, 2013 2:44:34 GMT
you better believe in jesus, cuz' only he can save you now
CHRISTIAN DEAN FORD
James Dean. 21. Male. Heterosexual. Hunter. Against all other species. Evan Peters. Dallas.
CHRISTIAN DEAN FORD
James Dean. 21. Male. Heterosexual. Hunter. Against all other species. Evan Peters. Dallas.
Personality;
Christian’s personality reflects his past life. He’s cynical and has a jagged attitude. If you double cross him, even give him a side eye, he’ll be on you like white on rice. He’s aggressive and not very tolerant of people who won’t give him the time of the day. On the other hand, he loves women and will treat them with respect. Despite his temperamental side, he’s a flirt and a sucker for attractive women. Other than those two opposite sides, he doesn’t really have a strong personality. He’s a bit reserved, but friendly once you get to know him. Christian enjoys being in the company of people, but just not bad people. Due to his trust being broken on several occasions, he has a bit of an issue when it first comes to meeting people. It takes a while to connect to people and figure out who they are person he continues to pursue a relationship with them. Like I mentioned, he likes ladies, but there has been very little commitment in his life. Plus, they’ve become a huge distraction in his life. Christian really only has two means for existing on this earth and that is to eliminate demons and other such species and get vengeance upon those who had taken away his family. A minor goal would be to save the human race, but revenge always comes first.
History;
Christian was born to seventeen-year-old Mika and nineteen year old Sally. Knowing that they were too young to know how to take care of a baby let alone use birth control, they decided to give him away to a foster home. Christian was never bitter of this, understanding their circumstance. He spent a few years in foster care before being adopted by the Ford family. They were an attractive young couple who were unable to have babies due to traumatic reasons. Christian had never asked, but later he found out their real identities and realized it was impossible for them to breed. Christian was raised as if he was one of their biological children and there was never any mentioning of his previous family. Plus, at the age of three one had little to no recollection. This was his family despite no blood relation. They had cared for him, nourished him, supported him and devoted their lives to this child.
Throughout high school, Christian had picked up hobbies that his parents protested against. He became a great shooter over their years, a decent archer and also, a decent driver. Christian had a collection of several different types of guns and received a motorcycle over a car once he got his license. It was almost as if he was training for the zombie apocalypse. Although he loved his parents, he decided to go against their will and continue with his interests deeming them potentially useful for the future. Boy, was he right.
He remembered the first day of college, packing his bags and heading out the door. His family, although proud, held back tears as they helped him pack his belongings and head out. They had acted as if this was the last time they would ever see each other. To be fair, every parent really did, but there was something about their attitude that made it seem different than saying goodbye for the weekend or for a vacation with a friend. Christian had almost sensed worry in their actions. He kissed the two goodbye and watched through the window as they broke down.
There was another day that stood out. December 5th. Christian had received a phone call informing him that his parents were brutally murdered. Not even a freshman in college and he had lost his entire family. The people, who had saved his life and had made him the person he was today, were taken away at the hands of a psychotic piece of shit.
Christian was given a letter than his parents had sealed for privacy and protection. Clearly they had anticipated their death, which was strange, but he assumed it was like a will. Opening it up, he read every word scribbled frantically on the dozens of pieces of paper. Every secret, every misconception, every deceit was all revealed in the notes. Apparently his parents were angels. Real angels. From like, heaven. This posed a problem for the other creatures living on the planet. The demons and the angels couldn’t coexist. Not to mention, there were dozens of other creatures that he had been unaware about, but particularly the demons had a vendetta against angels. It had occurred to him that demons were the ones who had murdered his parents despite the final police reports.
His parents, high up on the hierarchy that angels held, were clearly targeted by a group of demons that wanted to rid of the important ones. Kill the leaders and the followers will have no clue. Never finding out who they were exactly, Christian still continues to search for the ones who were responsible for his parent’s deaths.
Christian had grown more and more bitter of demons. At first, it was just the ones who he had personally affected him, but the rage and hate built up inside of him. The further he was from his goal, the more his abhorrence spread. Suddenly even demon was the victim of his demise. Good or bad, he despised them all. Once it got really out of hand, he began to hate any species that went against humans. He figured he wasn’t the only victim of their brutality and wanted to represent all humans that were affected. He worked on their behalf, slaying evil monsters.
Christian moved to the city, knowing that it was a melting pot of various species. It was easy to hunt there. He had dropped out of college, worked at his local gun store and dedicated his life to hunting the supernatural. He was able to hold this occupation without pay because of his inheritance. Sure, he wasn’t rich, but he was able to survive.
With a garage full of a guns, a respectable home, two motorcycles and a car and enough knowledge to know almost everything about every species, he plans to continue his field of work until the day he dies.
Powers;
No powers. He's got lots of weapons and the skills to use em'.
rp sample
‘Can you hear me? Are you alright now’. The words seemed faint, almost too soft to hear. Riley slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was immensely blurred and she woke up in a daze. Her eyes were fixated on a figure leaning over her, but it was too bright to make out exactly who it was. “Am…am I in Heaven?” She stopped to swallow before speaking again. “Are you my guardian angel?” Riley attempted to lift her hand to touch the man, but she felt too weak to even move a muscle. Her body ached and her vision and hearing weren’t helping her either. As her vision slowly improved, she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar room with a complete stranger. At first she figured it was another one of those nights, but she managed to move her head down to notice the covered wound on her chest.
The memories of thirty minutes ago had come back to her…or what she could remember anyway. The drugs, the gunshot and death. Her eyes widened and her lips quivered. “What happened? Who are you? I thought I was dead!” Badgering the man with questions wasn’t going to help her so she decided with little effort she had, to try and remove herself from the bed. She went to sit up, but was crippled by a sharp pain in her chest. She flopped her head back against the pillow and began to take long deep breaths.
Reasoning with the situation here, Riley figured that the man was here to help. She noticed the bandages and had a little recollection of him patching her up, but it was unnerving to be in a stranger’s home after the traumatic incident that had taken place. Her trust was low and rightfully so.
The thousands of thoughts that were frantically racing through her mind came to an abrupt halt as she realized the impossibility of the situation. She was shot in the chest and it probably had hit her heart if not a major artery. Plus, if all that didn’t kill her, the extreme loss of blood would’ve. There was no possible ways she could’ve survived the attack. Neither the time nor the wound could’ve been saved. Could it be? She laughed at her own thoughts, probably coming off as delusion to the stranger. “So, where are the other paramedics that saved me? You guys must’ve been real professional not to take me to a hospital immediately.” With every second she began to feel slightly stronger to the point where she felt as though she could’ve jogged.
She quickly sat up and pointed in the man’s face. “I want answers.”
The man had saved her life for god sakes. No matter how severe the crisis or weird the situation it was only decent to thank the man. “I mean…thank you, but what’s going on? Why didn’t you take me to your hospital? Why…” She shut herself up before asking another question. If she wanted answers, she knew she had to stop and let the man speak before proceeding.
The memories of thirty minutes ago had come back to her…or what she could remember anyway. The drugs, the gunshot and death. Her eyes widened and her lips quivered. “What happened? Who are you? I thought I was dead!” Badgering the man with questions wasn’t going to help her so she decided with little effort she had, to try and remove herself from the bed. She went to sit up, but was crippled by a sharp pain in her chest. She flopped her head back against the pillow and began to take long deep breaths.
Reasoning with the situation here, Riley figured that the man was here to help. She noticed the bandages and had a little recollection of him patching her up, but it was unnerving to be in a stranger’s home after the traumatic incident that had taken place. Her trust was low and rightfully so.
The thousands of thoughts that were frantically racing through her mind came to an abrupt halt as she realized the impossibility of the situation. She was shot in the chest and it probably had hit her heart if not a major artery. Plus, if all that didn’t kill her, the extreme loss of blood would’ve. There was no possible ways she could’ve survived the attack. Neither the time nor the wound could’ve been saved. Could it be? She laughed at her own thoughts, probably coming off as delusion to the stranger. “So, where are the other paramedics that saved me? You guys must’ve been real professional not to take me to a hospital immediately.” With every second she began to feel slightly stronger to the point where she felt as though she could’ve jogged.
She quickly sat up and pointed in the man’s face. “I want answers.”
The man had saved her life for god sakes. No matter how severe the crisis or weird the situation it was only decent to thank the man. “I mean…thank you, but what’s going on? Why didn’t you take me to your hospital? Why…” She shut herself up before asking another question. If she wanted answers, she knew she had to stop and let the man speak before proceeding.
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