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    Rated M for strong language, drug and alcohol use, violence, sexual themes and situations, blood, gore, and psychological horror.


    The Agent
    Name:Marcus Carrow
    Age:59
    Appearance:Once a imposing, handsome man with an air of authority, now Marc just looks tired and older than his years, thin and haggard. His wild mane of hair's gone prematurely stark white, in fact, it's been that way for a long time, and his ice-blue eyes have a far-off look about them that belie past tragedy.
    Bio: Carrow used to be a spook, the real kind. A CIA agent doing Uncle Sam's dirty work the world over, and it was a job he was very, very good at. Well connected, charismatic, and wickedly intelligent, there was talk of him being on the fast track making director....

    But everything changed one fateful night when he was sent with a team to investigate what may have been a national security concern in a small town not far from a nuclear control facility. People were seeing and hearing strange lights and sounds in the woods, and several had disappeared, including a county sheriff sent to investigate. Terrorism or foreign actors were suspected to be involved, be it in espionage of sabotage.

    Whatever, precisely it was he saw that night is anyone's guess, but by morning, he was the only one left alive, stumbling out of the woods unarmed, naked, covered in blood and muttering to himself. A swift investigation was concluded and then immediately classified, and Marcus himself was put on psychiatric leave. Nobody, much less the government, was interested in what he had to say, and it was only his connections that kept him out of a padded cell.

    He became obsessed with finding out the truth of what happened to him, and not long after finally being deemed fit for service, he was caught trying to access further classified information and stripped of his security clearance, given a menial desk job. His career was over, and his marriage fell apart not long after, which only furthered his obsession. He joined several paranormal support groups, began contacting the media, and was becoming both an embarrassment and a liability to the agency. It wasn't going to be long before he either got rid of himself or they did it for him.

    His salvation came in the form of a phone call from a blocked number, the person on the other end of the line using a voice scrambler. Apparently, someone had heard of his particular 'situation', someone very important, with very deep pockets. No name was ever given, but something else was offered instead. Marcus would have to stop talking to the media, quit his job, and live under the radar. In exchange, he was given protection, and expense account, and most importantly, validation.

    There were things out there that defied all explanation. The government knew and cared more about keeping it from the public than dealing with it. His mysterious benefactor or benefactors, meanwhile, took a more active approach, fighting the shadows from the shadows themselves, and they wanted him to join them, on a trial basis. The gave him a few lead to follow, and he's made a good account of himself so far, saved who he could, and more importantly, made it through safe and sane. Now it's time for him to take a step up the ladder, which means no more solo work. Luckily, the agency already had their eyes on a few hopeful recruits, and tasked Carrow to round them up. And so now he's headed upstate with a damaged marine riding shotgun and a girl far too smart for her own good in the back seat, with little more instruction that the address of a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere where they're supposed to meet 'like minded individuals'.

    "Lion"
    Name: Kasimir Singh Barq, 'Kas' for short.
    Age:27
    Appearance: A lanky, well-built man with deep olive skin, almond eyes and long black hair tied back in three braids, two shorter ones framing his face and a third going back nearly to his waist, sometimes wrapped up under a turban when he's in a good enough mood to deal with overt stares and subtle racism. He wears a Kara bracelet looped around his right wrist, and a hooked Kirpan dagger at his waist, both of iron.

    Bio: Deleted, it got way to complicated to bother summarizing. Read the thread.

    "Nerdette"
    Name: Brooklyn 'Brooksie' Paige
    Age:19
    Appearance:A petite, some wound say 'mousy' young woman, with dirty blonde hair and gentle, blue-grey eyes peeking out from behind half- frame glasses. She dresses with a unique style unto herself that pretty much screams hipster, only fitting for the proudest nerd to ever live.

    Bio: Deleted, she changed. Read the thread and find out whatever it is she is with us!
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    Name: Eerie
    Age: ????

    Presence : Broad shouldered and busty in the best way, Eerie is just as much a treat for the eyes as she is a threat for one’s well-being. No one should have the sort of confidence this little lady exudes when they barely hit 5’3. With her unnatural appeal, Eerie has been blessed with hips that lie like a corrupt priest and lips that make grown men cry. Those eyes though, there’s something strange in them, a ring of a violet color around deep brown. Half lidded and long lashed, they seem to change based on situation. (much like her voice.) Short, hacked off black hair and her lack of femininity counter that, making the sense of a vague threat. Spending most of her life in motels or on the back of her bike, There’s very little you’ll catch the woman in. Black boatneck, button up shirts left wide open and high top jeans are the usual. Partnered with a thick, vintage belt with a silver buckle of course. Heavy boots jangle as she walks past. If she’s feeling fancy, perhaps the skin tight black dress she keeps in her saddlebag. A tight black choker, a gift from Leddy when they first started travelling is the only jewellery the woman wears.

    Personality: There isn’t a man alive that has a ‘big dick energy’ like this sly little bitch. A volatile mix of sass, alcohol and self destructive tendencies, Eerie is cocky like any cowboy dreams to be. Perhaps there’s reason for that. A ‘witch’ is what she calls herself, but is that the truth? No one really knows, not even the organization. While overly touchy and affectionate with just about everyone, it takes a while to break past the thick walls she’s put up. Not many know what’s on the other side, and those that do, don’t share it all too often. Loyal to those who she deems worth her damn efforts, Eerie is willing to be torn limb from limb to protect her little clan, and to turn those who threaten them into ashes. Cross her, and you’ll be sure to have a bad time. Innocent lives being toyed with is something that rubs her the wrong way, seems to strike a particular cord in that black heart of hers.

    No one is quite sure how old, or... what Eerie really is. Demon in human skin, a chaotic demigod of olden times, or... something else? A self proclaimed ‘monster’ for the people, this witch lives up to her namesake. While she appears in her mid 20’s, she’s not aged in forever, at least since her long time partner was 11 years old. Somewhere between a liability and a threat, the witch’s been weaponized by those that pull the strings. Not that she minds. After all, there are those that must work to keep the balance, and keep people safe. As best you can when you’re a small team.

    Past: In the mid 90s, Eerie was travelling with a pair of gents who called themselves the Marcus brothers. What had she been up to before then? What caused her to team up with them? Were they actually brothers? Well, there’s speculation. Regardless, they worked well once they’d gotten the woman to trust them. An unstoppable team on a hunt for every undead, unearthly or unknown motherfucker they could find and deal with. While Eerie wasn’t in control of their destinations, their group rose through the ranks with the ‘gatekeepers’. Or, that was what the brothers had called them. Becoming a well recognized force, and finally getting a bit of cash to make survival that much easier.

    On one particular observation mission, they’d come across a terrible scene, An entire family harassed by an ‘unseen’ force, then suddenly taken. All except one. A young boy who’d been hiding in the attic. It wasn’t anything crazy, but the lady had formed a sort of attachment to the poor boy, Demanding they stay to make sure he had next of kin or something at least. She would check in with a few of the kids from various missions, but the way this kid clung to her after the whole ordeal pulled at heartstrings she didn’t know she had.

    She continued on, working whatever was tossed their way for years. That was, until one job went particularly sideways. Both brothers were never found, and she barely made it out in on piece. IT took a year to rope things back together and repair herself. New fangled tech she’d never had to work with was learned, and things were sorted out via the organization. It was a contract to contract basis, for better or for worse.

    During a lapse in contracts, She’d taken the time to check in with a few of the kids she’d kept an eye on, one in particular seeming to cause trouble. A young man affectionately called ‘Leddy’. It didn’t help that while on her visit there, a contract came up for a particularly nasty sort of man eater, and it lurked in the woods near where the angry brat of a boy and his teenage brat buddies partied. That night, Escorting the young man to said ‘party’ was the right move.

    Finding the local teens torn apart was one thing, revealing her inhuman nature was another. After killing the monsters and barely pulling the tree branch out of her chest, Leddy seemed to take a keen interest in her work. Something very much distasteful in her eyes. Fights broke out while she was recovering in hospital, but eventually, it was promised that she’d give him a chance if he got through school at the top of his class. And if he made it through basic training without dying. Only if he proved himself would she give him the contacts he needed in order to get into the business.

    Three years later, She was on the road with baggage. Again. The dynamic was strange, but it worked well enough. Companionship and mentor-ship lead to friendship and then something more. It was like it was with the brothers those years ago, yet different. Better even. For the first time in a long while, the path ahead wasn’t so lonely. The two had each other’s back and their distinct tactics made them top class once again. Unstoppable, indestructible, inseparable.

    Then it happened again.

    Some other monster had the jump on them while they were travelling, the accident nearly killed her ‘kid’. It had forced her hand, and to reveal the furthest extents of just what sort of creature was laying beneath that smooth, pale skin. After rushing him to the nearest hospital, Eerie took comfort in the creature’s destruction and whatever else she could get her hands on. The thought of loosing her closest friend was one she couldn’t bear. Protective instincts won out over the man’s assurance that he was fine and things happen. For the betterment of the both of them, things were broken off on mostly mutual terms. Before Leddy managed to get out of hospital, more bad news reached them. His only surviving family member had passed. Along with his substantial inheritance, he’d received the farmhouse from all those years back.

    With many battles under his belt, her partner decided to work from the shadows from then on, especially after a few concerning incidents. It’s been that way for years now. The farmhouse acts as a home base. Still very close with the strange farm boy, the witch can be found there when she isn’t on a job. Mostly in cold, winter months. From equal to superior, Eerie now works under the ginger bastard. Jobs get done when they need getting done, albeit with far more mess than he would like. With an abnormal increase in... activity, The organization has decided to send more ‘manpower’ their way. Fresh meat, as far as she’s concerned.

    Fun Fact: Eerie’s hair is short because of being used against her too many times. She use to have long, elegant hair and care far more about her appearance. (not to mention she was far less of a loose canon)




    Name: Landry “Leddy” Benoit
    Age: 32

    Presence : If it weren’t for his less than sturdy build, Leddy would be far more intimidating. Not that he isn’t with that scowl and piercing glare. If there was a bit more meat on his lanky ass frame, however, he’d be a force to be reckoned with. Pasty skin littered with scars and deep set eyes with dark circles are all too telling of the man’s addiction to caffeine and lack of regular rest. Messy ginger hair cut into what seems to be the messiest of mullets, it screams redneck just about as much as the accent that slips out when he’s pissed off. Underweight and sickly looking, Leddy seems misleadingly weak. Lanky, thin limbs and a long neck only add to the illusion that he could blow away in too strong of a breeze. It couldn’t be farther from the truth.

    Scruffy and unkempt, Leddy is often found in overly baggy shirts and tight jeans, spots of car grease and whatever else he’s been working with often staining the cheap material and his hands. A massive tattoo decorates his back, a ward of sorts. Something he found in his hundreds of hours of research. It’s kept him safe after his accident. His holster never leaves his belt, and his belt is never out of reach. If he’s forced to leave his home due to ‘work’ He’s got heat packed under a loose, khaki bomber jacket. That and a thick scarf to keep warm.

    Personality: Once a sly, smart mouthed young man, Leddy is now a burnt out, Jaded and worn down old soldier trapped in the body of a 32 year old. Stoic at first, the aggression lies just under the surface. He’s as quick to fire as he is quick to draw his weapon. Irritated, stressed beyond human comprehension and often stuck cleaning up the messes of hunters all over the world, there isn’t much in the world that actually shakes the man. (or so it seems) Despite the terrifying number of traps, weapons and home ‘security’ devices around his property, He often seems bored with what he’s dealing with. That or irritated.

    In all reality, Leddy is a paranoid shut in that keeps his brains about him with caffeine and nicotine after years of dealing with whatever was thrown his way. Once you get past the wall of aggression and irritation, you find a young man burdened with far too much, Coping with the aid research, work and far too much coffee. For such a sloppy appearance, He can be quite anal about how things are in the house, more out of caution than actual irritation. He’s dealt with things that barely reveal themselves, the slightest change in things can send him into soldier mode. Mind over matter, and all that wonderful jazz

    While he’s hard on those under his wing, he does care, and shows it with commiseration and a safe haven that is meticulously maintained. Patient with the youngest of newbies, and more than happy to show off when in comfortable company, There’s still a little spark in him. It just takes a bit to get him fired up in the right way.

    Past:
    Life was normal until one snowy night in 1999. While it was strange that he and his siblings weren’t allowed out like they normally were, but that didn’t mean fun couldn’t be had. Playing Hide and seek after dinner with his twin brother, Leddy hid in the attic, like always. That was when it happened. The hum that rattled in his chest, the bright light, the screams and the shriek of metal that echoed in his head. Memories are hazy, but the only thing that still sticks in his memory is a warm pair of arms wrapping around him and hauling him out from behind the old chest. It wasn’t his mother or father’s arm. Nor his siblings. It was a strange, violet eyed woman with black hair.

    Things changed that night. Suddenly, his family was gone. Taken away. He’d been practically dropped on his grandmother’s doorstep, and while she did what she could, the trauma lead to a bad attitude and other issues. The fact that the police, the news and even his grandmother lied and said his family members had been killed only made things that much worse. While he forced himself to believe their lies, deep down, he knew better.

    While he was seen as a delinquent punk in school, He did well in sports. Head boy on the basketball team and making use of his school ‘fame’ to act out and be the testosterone ridden asshole that he wanted to be. Fights were a regular occurrence, until that final growth spurt. Once he hit full height, not one person fucked with him. At 17, he had all the infamy his teenage mind needed to feel strong, important, untouchable. That was, until a familiar face showed up once again.

    That strange woman with the violet eyes and black hair. His grandmother had kept in contact. For years he could have sworn he’d seen her out of the corner of his eyes before, this just confirmed the spying on him. Her presence pissed him off to his core, bringing out memories he didn’t want to face, nor would he. After a rather nasty fight with his grandmother in regards to a party he’d intended on going to, the agreement was reached that as long as this creepy looking broad chaperoned, he’d be allowed to go. Even this stranger was being pushy about driving him out.

    It was only when they arrived that he realized why she’d been so fucking insistent on being the one to drive him out.

    The mangled remains of his team and the nightmarish creatures that stood around the fire, it was something out of the deepest recess of his mind. Something he’d never thought he’d see. Something he never SHOULD have seen. The car was totalled pretty quickly, and if it wasn’t for eerie, the strange broad, he’d have ended up just as dead as his team mates. Instead he got to see what happened when someone was impaled through the chest on a branch, and then pull themselves off. And that these things could be killed, like any other thing.

    The result of that night? What should have broken his mind only seemed to pull every conspiracy theory and dark creature from his mind and seed the need to hunt them down in him. He’d pulled through on saving her ass, Bringing her to the hospital when she’d dropped after the ‘fight’. From punk problem to pestering kid in one night. He wanted in. He wanted to do what she was doing, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. This was a way he could help the world, to make sure no kid went through what he’d gone through so long ago.

    After weeks of pestering and refusing to leave the woman’s side, an agreement was reached. Finish school, Enroll in military basic training and she’d make things happen. The promise seemed to be what he needed. Top of his class, he finished basic training and found himself without an assigned base. Instead, he was sent to a seedy motel by a strange phone call, only to find a now familiar face.

    Those years spent hunting with eerie were anything but peaceful, but they gave him purpose. Balancing the chaos that was this job, trying to master the new resources that’d been given to him by the shadowy organization he was now linked with and training under the wildcard that was eerie gave him nerves of steel in the very least. That and a wicked shot. He had a ‘knack for guns’ as the witch so eloquently pointed out. . After time together, he ended up pursuing more than simple companionship with the woman. It was the first time in years he came to appreciate the little things. A job well done. A warm bed. The feeling of success that came with avoiding some sort of legal charge without too much aid of their ‘keepers’.

    That was, until trouble found them while they were on their way to a big job. A monster hadn’t taken him down in a fight, no no. The crash had done that before he’d gotten a chance to let off a shot. One moment he was on the road, the next, he was fighting for his life in a hospital bed. Miles away from where they wanted to be and an exhausted woman at his side. Recovery was rough. It’d taken forever and a day. He’d tried to assure his lover that he’d recover, but something in her changed and he didn’t know why. Not until he’d heard from a higher up about the clean up in progress on whatever mess she’d made while he was out. Fight after fight lead to the mutual dissolution of their relationship.

    If his near death and the breaking off of his relations with the witch weren’t enough, the loss of his last remaining family was the straw that broke the camels back. Adding insult to injury his endurance never returned, and while he wanted to, he couldn’t fight like he needed to keep up with Eerie anymore. There wasn’t an option to work on his own either. There was really only one choice. Along with a sizable investment fund, The two story house he’d grown up in was now his. In negotiations with his ‘employers’, an agreement was reached. With his skills in research and technology, He resigned as a hunter, and worked instead as one of their official members. There wasn’t much of a choice. If he hadn’t taken their offer, he’d have to deal with... consequences. Ones he didn’t want to consider.

    Discovering an interest in technology and the other side of their job, Leddy did what he could from his safe haven. Lodgings, lawsuits, solutions for tough hunts and In particular messing with the government and manipulating things to make every hunter’s life that much easier became his every waking moment. He did it all. Not only that, His home became a fortress of his own making. A place he could keep the evil forces of the outside world from touching.

    Years of this have given him a sort of tenure with the organization. He’s got funding, he’s got an untouchable status, but he’s on a leash of sorts. While he’s privy to certain inner workings, things are starting to seem less like his calling, and more like a prison. Refusing to put eerie or himself in harms way, he works day in and day out. In his unintentional climb up, he’s been slammed with a bigger and bigger workload. Now he’s being told of ‘certain individuals’ that will be coming to work with them. It has yet to be seen if their intentions are to help, or to be yet another way for the organization to keep their eyes on him and his ‘pet.’


    Fun Fact: Leddy’s nick name came from his little sister’s mispronunciation of his name. His family found it endearing, and it seemed to stick.
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    I love them, can't wait to see how they get along with my misfits. Carrow is paranoid when it comes to things he doesn't understand, so there's sure to be tension when he finds out Eerie's true nature. Leddy might be onto something when it comes to the organization trying to use him to keep an eye on their liability, because collateral damage isn't something he's likely to tolerate

    Kasimir is far more laid back, to him, there are only two kinds of people in the world, the ones you follow, and the ones you have to protect. Carrow saved him, so there's loyalty there, but his code is a lot more flexible. Given the choice between doing the right thing or the legal thing, he'll do the right thing every time.

    Brooksie...well, she'll just be overwhelmed. By far the youngest and most vulnerable person in the group, the only one she'll have anything at all in common with will be Leddy, since they're both tech-heads. Eerie will probably become a role-model for her, weather that's a good thing or not. Her unrequited schoolgirl crush on Kas could cause some tension.

    I'll get to work on an IC when I get off work.

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    And our IC is open for business. Opener was a bit bare-bones, since I wanted to leave describing Leddy's little compound up to you rather than risk getting something wrong.

    I'm planning on posting from each characters point-of-view in turn, maybe splitting up a post into multiple perspectives if there's a lot going on. Never trust their perceptions of each other to be the whole truth, each one has their biases. Brooksie's is gonna be hilarious because she such the definition of a millennial(or, gen X-er, or whatever), comparing everything and everyone to pop culture and assorted nerdery.


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    Fantastic~! I'm glad you're as pumped for them as I am pumped for your three. I think that once she shows she's not a threat, Carrow will come to trust the little fireball. Def not a good role model for nerd girl though, I can see Leddy trying to sneak in there and be all ."Nono. plz do not. look that way and ignore the dumpster fire" she's going to confused the hell out of him at first, Never mind the old maid.

    It will be a fantastic little rag tag group, Especially if they get the bitch-hermit outta his house. I'm very excited to get this little bit moving and grooving. A quick question. Would they have been given some sort of code or something to get in? Otherwise it's very possible that they'd get shot. Lets discuss here, perhaps get a line of dialogue or action from Carrow and the group so that I can get them in the house?

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    They got nothing, I was actually thinking Leddy shoving a gun in their faces would be a fantastic introductory experience, but that's all the way up to you, I was hoping to see a little interaction between your two while mine are wandering up the driveway.

    Instead of planning everything out, better to just write around each other and go with the flow when it comes to social interaction. Planning ahead will be for the monsters they encounter, I've got some pretty neat folklore stuff to introduce.

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    Oh? I've got a few fun things to throw in myself! and that sounds like a plan. It'll be fun seeing how they bounce off each other.

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    There we go~! Hope you get a chance to enjoy it! Im off to bed finally, will be on most of the day if you get a chance to chit chat. Do you have discord? Might make things a bit easier. I've probably asked before, but I've got the memory of a bloody turnip.

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    If that post wasn't quite what you were looking for, let me know, I can go back and edit. Me thinks Leddy's assumed that they have far more experience than they have. He'll calm down, Just give him a bit to settle.

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    It was fantastinc, everyone's really beginning to come into their personalities, even this early. Carrow is such a 'dad'....a scary-ass black-ops-trained dad, but still such a dad. Even though he knows Eerie's older than him, she doesn't look it, and if she gets past his rough exterior and natural mistrust, they could actually have a sorta father-daughter dynamic going. Whatever it takes to cope, since he missed most of his own kids growing up.

    Kas is....well, he's just Kas. A sorta-oblivious badass who doesn't even try that hard to BE badass, just follows his instincts. He's almost shy around the opposite sex now, since he's so committed to his 'path', which I feel will prove a disappointment and a challenge for both of our leading ladies.

    And Brooksie? Yeah, she's getting really autobiographical. The fact that I had to change very, very little in order to turn my younger self into a girl probably says something about me...or about traditional gender stereotypes. Maybe both. If it's not uber obvious, she a virgin a capital V-I-R-G-I-N, way self-conscious, with some really odd media-and-internet influenced views of how relationships work. I'm also going to have wayyyy too much fun with this love triangle.


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