Ripley Hunter

[hunter]

Ripley Hunter


PB:David Morrissey

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~*Full Name:
Ripley Hunter
~*Alias:
Ripley or RIP
~*Age:
49
~*Race:
Hunter
~*Gender:
Male
*Appearance: (at least one paragraph)
Medium frame, healthy, with average muscle tone.
Light beige, normal skin. He has short dark brown hair, Light blue eyes with no slant. Average irises, average eye spacing, and average-sized eyes. Curved eyebrows, medium-height eyebrows. Average forehead with no features. Stubble for facial hair.

~*Personality: (at least one - two paragraphs)
Ripley Always takes the leadership role, whether through force of personality or desperate desire to be in control. Ripley likes bring clarity to the inner world of information, ideas and understanding. He listens, ask questions and absorb information, so that in his mind's eye they can achieve as clear a picture or understanding as is possible.

Ripley expands his knowledge and collection of experiences, and also looks to the future by envisaging clear goals and clear pathways to achievement of those goals.

The focus on clarity also brings greater attention to detail. He is completely dishonest and distrusting with all those he works with.

He will only work with someone if there is something to be gained from the experience. And he tends no to trust very many people so it's hard to get him to open up.

He tends to be anti-social and often appears as a loner or somebody not many people would want to talk with. His sense of humour is often vulgar and spontaneous with hints of dark humour added in.
Ripley is a A clean, cold-cut, efficient killer.

He does have a potentially softer side but nobody has seen it yet.. He hasn't been soft in a long while. He's able to keep his head clear in all situations as he's seen some of the worst hells so far so it takes a lot to put pressure on him.. If i can he'll just put a bullet in your brain and be done with you.

~*History: (two paragraphs minimum)
Ripley was born into a higher-upper class highly religious family. His mother Erika was a preacher and his father David was a government official. They never really spent time with their son so he learned a lot of things from his Grandpa Edward.. Ripley learned how to fish and how to make fires at the age of five. and for his sixth birthday his Grandpa gave him a bowie knife, that he kept secret from his parents.

Ripley found himself bonding more with his Granddad than he did with his parents so by the time he turned sixteen he moved away to live with his granddad who was like a father figure to him.

After awhile he became an atheist. refusing to believe in a higher power of sorts, he preferred to believe in a method that was if you can kill it, it exists. For Ripley's eighteenth birthday his Grandpa bought him something that he learned was his own rite of passage. he was given a Colt Anaconda revolver with his own holster belt. Ripley loved his gift and he cherished it never knowing the real meaning behind his Granddad's gift.

Ripley had grown up now and he'd started a family of his own he still spoke to his grandpa regularly and he and his wife would visit him bringing along their own child to meet the great man that had risen Ripley.. His grandpa was the most amazing person in his live apart from times when he'd scared Ripley as a child be leaving him in the woodlands to fight for himself against various animals and predators.. He'd still loved the old man even if some of his methods were unorthodox but he'd been raised like a true man and his Grandpa was his hero.

Ripley turned thirty and he was still enjoying his life and his family.. But things changed when his wife and son had been out one night and mauled by a pack of wild dogs.. Or so the police had informed him, his world had shattered and his grand-father was there to pick up the pieces. Ripley followed his old man back to the old house they had lived in and once he stepped into the attic he was shocked to learn that his grandfather had secretly been training him to be a hunter.. He'd always known his methods had been weird but he never expected to learn that vampires and werewolf's actually existed.. Over the next five years Ripley began putting his training into practise and reading all of the journals in the attic turning it into his own private place of learning.

Ripley emerged two years later with the knowledge on how to kill the beasts that stalked the night.. And he'd been training himself.. over these coming years he shut himself out from the world especially after his Grandfather had died.. He'd began his journey filled with hope but now he was just a cold hearted man who was going to kill things one bullet at a time.. ripping the dust covers off the house he'd settled into and continued making plans and various notes using the journals of the past. Ripley had spent five years learning how to hunt - And in the process he'd killed a few of the beasts in cold blood.. He had no remorse for them it.. His methods were true if it exists it can be killed by a bullet.. and he had plenty of them.
~*RP Sample:

Zane stood in the decayed building. He'd been away from his working place for many months now he was done with the mill... He needed to feel the air again, the way the blood warmed his skin he had missed all that and well now it was time for him to return to his original roots and he was coming back with a bang. Stepping out into the darkened street he looked at various light sources in the distance.. People had been wandering around or could it be something worse, it wasn't something he really contended with he had his shadow manipulation to deal with any unwanted pests. His boots echoed through the streets as he heard the noises around him..
What was he going to do..

Zane followed the path until it lead him into the outskirts - He wanted to breathe and smear blood across all of the paths he walked. He wanted to destroy the buildings before him but he wasn't looking for destruction.. He was looking for something far more challenging.. Stopping outside of the church he heard the softly melody of music inside.. a person.. Finally.. things were going to get so much more interesting now he could use a plaything.

Opening the bulky church doors they creaked open as he slammed them behind him. Surely the person was going to know they'd been caught, but they weren't going to know by what until he had his fun. Zane raised his right hand as he walked further into the church making the shadows mask his face slightly so the person would be able to see their tormentor partially. He stopped in-between the benches and looked forwards.
Zane slowly clapped his hands together in a sarcastic manner.

"Well, well this isn't something you notice everyday.. playing a piano in such a place like this..?
I'd question that you are either really stupid.. or that your one of those religious nuts that believe god still holds a place in this world... But me I'm betting it's the first one... So tell me what are you doing in a place like this...

I mean unless this is your way of calling the devil... well ask and he shall appear... like i did.. " Zane's voice echoed through the church as he smirked devilishly to himself. He slid his hand down towards his holster and withdrew his blade and jammed it into the wooden pew.

"Don't even think of trying to run for the door... That'd be a painful mistake last person that did run away from me i tore their legs of and beat them to death with them... So running is pretty much futile.. Unless you want to die quicker. " Zane boasted as he folded his arms and gave her a dead-lock stare.

Optional

*Likes:
Bullets
Cigars
His gun
*Dislikes:
Yo Momma
Lycans
Vampires
Hunters


*What you want to see happen to your character:
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