Post by Reika on Apr 1, 2011 3:26:20 GMT -5
Secret Code: The Clocks March on Forever
Name: Reika Loreto
Date of Birth: August 30 1986
Place of Birth: Border City
Age: 24
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Chef (spec Italian)
Appearance: Not even a hand over five foot, her stature counts for nothing next to her attitude and pride. Her dark brown wavy locks and heavy curves serve as the proof that she is in fact feminine when neccesity may arise or when she feel the need.
Personality: They say big things come in small packages, for example, explosives. Reika is as firery as she is kind, often the two coinciding, depending on the event in question of course. Those at her side she will defend to her last breath, even if they were put there against her will. Give her time to get to know you, or put enough alchohol in her, she would open up and drop the guise of 'tough guy' that she don's on every morning.
Blood Type: b-
Race/Special: Human/can feel negative energy as a result of hunting demons.
History: The woman has led a life of stife in her home town, fighting demons since a young age, making friends of other known hunters where she could. One in particular she made a point of staying near, whether by choice or Fate put her at his side. Her family had been on the wrong side of the tracks for generations, making the most of what the world handed them.
The streets were dangerous, especially for a young woman, yet growing up in those conditions made her into the fighter she was meant to be. She had nearly fallen victim to demons and their human servants when she met the man that she would soon befriend and fight beside. She was in his debt for saving her life, so she though of a way to turn the tables. The stranger had asked for the strangest combination of dishes at the shady establishment she had been working at the time, a pizza and a strawberry sundae.
It didn't take long for her to put herself in the service of a few itaial households nearby, asking for payment in learning the proper way to prepare the very delecacies that she would taunt the white haired hunter with. Soon she had all she needed to open shop, and she was very successful and far overreached her original goal. She saw much more of her rescuer that she had ever hoped, and learned from him. She nearly had to close her restraunt with how busy she had become, hunting demons with him.
And that was why she was here tonight, the money from this one hunt would bring in enough money to keep the restraunt open for another year or more.
~Family~
Parents: Alan and Serena Loreto, deseaced
Sibling: none
Children: None
Sample Post:
She was preparing to close and lock the doors when something came barging through not the door in front of her, but the large paine of glass next to it. She slammed back against the wall, pistol already brandished and aimed for the center of mass. The man got up, brushing himself off shaking his fist and shouting at alleged people that had thrown him into the obstacle.
The moment she saw his face she dropped her gun arm back to her side and stormed back to what she was doing before so rudely interupted cursing angrily to herself. The man turned to greet her, actign dramatically as he always did.
"SHUT IT ZEKE!" She yelled at him before he could get even a 'long time no see' out, "I do NOT care who's fault it was, around here if you physically break it, the blame is on you." She marched back to the front of the store, shoving a broom into his hands and closing the drapes over the broken glass. This was becoming much too regular for her liking, this man was frequenting her glass windows more often that Reika could ever approve of.
"I'm leaving this mess up to you, i have work to do tonight," She slung a bag over her shoulder, weapons clanking together noisily inside. She slammed the door behind her leaving the man with his mess to meet someone slightly less messy.
The Warehouse was full of broken glass, they could hardly step without making noise. They made their way across the floor, the smaller lighter of the two moving ahead. Suddenly there was a flash of light and it began to rain. Reika looked around herself to see not the abandoned warehouse that suposedly was about to house a bunch of summoned demons, but a nearly victorian town, with people standing on the sidewalks staring at her wet in the street like something out of an alien movie.
Name: Reika Loreto
Date of Birth: August 30 1986
Place of Birth: Border City
Age: 24
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Chef (spec Italian)
Appearance: Not even a hand over five foot, her stature counts for nothing next to her attitude and pride. Her dark brown wavy locks and heavy curves serve as the proof that she is in fact feminine when neccesity may arise or when she feel the need.
Personality: They say big things come in small packages, for example, explosives. Reika is as firery as she is kind, often the two coinciding, depending on the event in question of course. Those at her side she will defend to her last breath, even if they were put there against her will. Give her time to get to know you, or put enough alchohol in her, she would open up and drop the guise of 'tough guy' that she don's on every morning.
Blood Type: b-
Race/Special: Human/can feel negative energy as a result of hunting demons.
History: The woman has led a life of stife in her home town, fighting demons since a young age, making friends of other known hunters where she could. One in particular she made a point of staying near, whether by choice or Fate put her at his side. Her family had been on the wrong side of the tracks for generations, making the most of what the world handed them.
The streets were dangerous, especially for a young woman, yet growing up in those conditions made her into the fighter she was meant to be. She had nearly fallen victim to demons and their human servants when she met the man that she would soon befriend and fight beside. She was in his debt for saving her life, so she though of a way to turn the tables. The stranger had asked for the strangest combination of dishes at the shady establishment she had been working at the time, a pizza and a strawberry sundae.
It didn't take long for her to put herself in the service of a few itaial households nearby, asking for payment in learning the proper way to prepare the very delecacies that she would taunt the white haired hunter with. Soon she had all she needed to open shop, and she was very successful and far overreached her original goal. She saw much more of her rescuer that she had ever hoped, and learned from him. She nearly had to close her restraunt with how busy she had become, hunting demons with him.
And that was why she was here tonight, the money from this one hunt would bring in enough money to keep the restraunt open for another year or more.
~Family~
Parents: Alan and Serena Loreto, deseaced
Sibling: none
Children: None
Sample Post:
She was preparing to close and lock the doors when something came barging through not the door in front of her, but the large paine of glass next to it. She slammed back against the wall, pistol already brandished and aimed for the center of mass. The man got up, brushing himself off shaking his fist and shouting at alleged people that had thrown him into the obstacle.
The moment she saw his face she dropped her gun arm back to her side and stormed back to what she was doing before so rudely interupted cursing angrily to herself. The man turned to greet her, actign dramatically as he always did.
"SHUT IT ZEKE!" She yelled at him before he could get even a 'long time no see' out, "I do NOT care who's fault it was, around here if you physically break it, the blame is on you." She marched back to the front of the store, shoving a broom into his hands and closing the drapes over the broken glass. This was becoming much too regular for her liking, this man was frequenting her glass windows more often that Reika could ever approve of.
"I'm leaving this mess up to you, i have work to do tonight," She slung a bag over her shoulder, weapons clanking together noisily inside. She slammed the door behind her leaving the man with his mess to meet someone slightly less messy.
The Warehouse was full of broken glass, they could hardly step without making noise. They made their way across the floor, the smaller lighter of the two moving ahead. Suddenly there was a flash of light and it began to rain. Reika looked around herself to see not the abandoned warehouse that suposedly was about to house a bunch of summoned demons, but a nearly victorian town, with people standing on the sidewalks staring at her wet in the street like something out of an alien movie.
