Post by hatchet on Nov 28, 2009 2:40:38 GMT -5
»My Path
Name: Midnight Chevalier
Nickname: Nightmare
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Birthday: August 23
Species: Human; Hunter
Appearance
Hair: White, feathery in appearance, not past her shoulders in length and unkempt
Eyes: Dark, narrow
Complexion: Pale, almost albino like
Build: Slender, feminine, agile and wiry-muscles
Attire: Some sort of fitted top under an oversized, worn green jacket, dark pants and a belt that is seemingly unnecessary. Flexible, hard-soled brown deer-skin boots, well broken in. Accessories include a dirty yellow scarf, a single hoop piercing, a small pendant and usually some small animal or other tied to her belt as handy bait or throwing objects. They also conveniently serve to give her a certain aura
Vocals: Abrasive, nearly nasal, but not in itself annoying. An alto, were she to sing
[My Face]
»My Shade
Personality: All the synonyms for wrath cannot express the depths of Midnight's fury, but she represses her temper--barely--with vengefulness, cruelty and disrespect, provoking those around her to share her anger. She has learned how not to blind herself with her fire, but she has shut herself off from almost any positive emotion.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Strengths: Determination, force of will and force of mind. She defines the phrase 'where there's a will, there's a way.' Her intelligence is not to be underestimated any more than the killing power in her slender limbs.
Weaknesses: Despite being stronger than she appears that doesn't make her very much stronger than any other trained fighter and a larger opponent may overwhelm her with sheer size in a body-to-body situation. Midnight has several emotional triggers that are hard to find only because so little is known about her history, but a knowledgeable individual would find themselves at an advantage
Abilities
Active: Her fighting skills, her stealth abilities, her heightened senses, all learned and trained for things, nothing supernatural
Passive: Nill
Weapons: An assortment of knives, her preferred instrument of death. Several throwing knives she keeps strapped visibly to her right thigh and a pressurized, spring loaded arm guard on her left arm. On the underside of her belt are a few small knives, used for uncomfortable situations, and on a suspended back sheath she carries a twelve inch dagger with knuckled grip, a wound snake forming the hilt.
Animal Form: Nada
History: Growing from a troubled home life where her unfaithful mother despised her weak father, who only did what he could for his fractured family, Midnight isn't even sure he is the one who sired her, but he treated her kindly always. In her childhood they were very close, but her mother became jealous and sought to take Midnight under her wing; this did not work out as she planned, revolting her daughter from herself and everything she enjoyed, but she succeeded in breaking the bond between her husband and her offspring. When Midnight was fourteen her mother gave birth to a son, sickly from day one, who Midnight cared for more than any other, as her father knew beyond doubt the infant was not his. She could not save the child from fate, though, and he died when he was three, burned up by a fever in the night as she held him.
She left her home after she buried him, falling in with a dangerous man named Xavier, whom she was irresistibly drawn to despite her full awareness that he was abusive and sought to break her. He did not succeed, but he taught her how to fight, how to drink, how to kill and not get caught, and he showed her loves both passionately violent and heartrendingly tender. A year after she took up with him she left him for dead, beaten savagely with a broken shovel, but he survived.
The next man she took to her heart was everything the opposite of Xavier, and he treated her like a goddess, tempering her ire but never smothering it. Clement was a hard working potions brewer, and he taught her poisons and anitdotes and--most importantly to her--how to cook. He worked at an inn, but he hope to own one himself someday, and it would be the finest in the world. They married and began a family, twin boys and daughter. Doomed from the start, the happy story doesn't make it to the end.
Xavier survived only through the questionable mercy of a vampire, who saved him out of amusement. The nightwalker tracked down his ex lover, but did not kill her, seeking out her parents and killing them, desecrating the grave of her brother and leaving her home town in a blaze. Most of the townspeople did survive but none have returned to that killing ground. After hunting down and murdering every friend she claimed, only then did he go for Midnight.
In the end he left her alive, but with nothing, neck marked by the scars where he took he blood, and she covers them with the yellow scarf, the torn off piece of her little daughter's dress. Midnight became a hunter, and took on the name she now goes by, going to whatever stakes she needs to in order to take out any vampire she targets.
Family:
»My Tale
Other: Midnight loves fruit.
