Post by Rick Morrison on Oct 6, 2013 17:16:48 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Rick Morrison
Other Names (Nicknames and such): Dick, Richie
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 207
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
City of Residence: He doesn't stay in one place too long, but he's originally from Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Mental Information
Personality: Rick is a man of few words. He can be sarcastic at times, and a bit of a prick. He's very pragmatic, usually picking a solution that solves the issue as efficiently as possible.
Mentality: Rick is really neither pessimistic, nor optimistic. He does what he does because it's his job, and someone has to do it.
Physical Information
Description: Rick's a tall, decently built fellow. He's not incredibly muscular, but he's not totally out of shape, either. He has medium length dark hair, a bit of a crooked nose, and green eyes.
Body Type: Mesomorph
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: He has a long, thin scar going from his right shoulder to his left hip.
Apparel: He wears black pants, a dark blue hoodie under a brown leather jacket. Grey sneakers with white socks.
History Information
History:
Born to a family that didn't care much for him, Rick was usually left to his own devices. His mother and father weren't abusive, or anything like that. His father wasn't a drunk, his mother wasn't a whore. They never struck him, or even really hated him. They just didn't care much. His parents didn't make much, and money was always tight. They were always more focused on making end's meet instead of paying attention to their kid. As a kid, he took interest in reading, and the macabre, watching lots of horror movies and slasher flicks. He never got along with the other kids very well, but he didn't resent them. He knew he was odd, and stood out, he understood why they didn't seem particularly eager to talk to him, or include him in whatever they were doing. It never bothered him much, he was perfectly content with his books and movies.
Rick began his career as a hunter as a disenfranchised eighteen year old when he was attacked by an Arachne that was hiding out in his school and picking off students one at a time. After three victims, a hunter broke into the school the night that Rick happened to have stayed long after school to finish a major project. The Arachne chased Rick and the hunter for two hours until they were cornered in the shop classroom. In the struggle, Rick was cut across his body, just barely shallow enough to not kill him, but easily deep enough leave the scar that crosses his chest. In order to save Rick's life, the hunter gave his own. With the Arachne distracted, Rick was able to take a circular saw and behead it.
After everything that had happened, Rick thought that it was only right to pick up the hunter's mantle once he was done with school. He spent his time either working in school, or researching the supernatural. He decided that if he was going to go through with this plan to become a hunter, he'd better do it right. He spent four months doing intense research and getting his hands on things like Holy Water and an EMF reader. Once he'd graduated, he left home, telling his parents that he'd found a job out in Boston, and that he was moving out that autumn. They couldn't have been happier to have him out of the house, and to have one less mouth to feed.
So Rick left the house, stole some books from his public library on supernatural creatures and apparitions, took out some fraudulent credit cards, got into his car, and left. He only packed a few day's worth of clothing, his laptop, the books he took, some knives from his dad's hunting cabinet and whatever else he could fit into his back seat and trunk. Since then, he's spent the past three years doing low level exorcism and the like. He moves from place to place, helping whoever he can, sleeping in either his car, or whatever cheap motel he can find that will take cash.
Stats:
Current Level: 0
Current Points: 0
Points until next level:
Strength: 9
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 8
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 8
Equipment: Basic Hunter's Kit, Stolen library books, a few knives.
Name: Rick Morrison
Other Names (Nicknames and such): Dick, Richie
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 207
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
City of Residence: He doesn't stay in one place too long, but he's originally from Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Mental Information
Personality: Rick is a man of few words. He can be sarcastic at times, and a bit of a prick. He's very pragmatic, usually picking a solution that solves the issue as efficiently as possible.
Mentality: Rick is really neither pessimistic, nor optimistic. He does what he does because it's his job, and someone has to do it.
Physical Information
Description: Rick's a tall, decently built fellow. He's not incredibly muscular, but he's not totally out of shape, either. He has medium length dark hair, a bit of a crooked nose, and green eyes.
Body Type: Mesomorph
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: He has a long, thin scar going from his right shoulder to his left hip.
Apparel: He wears black pants, a dark blue hoodie under a brown leather jacket. Grey sneakers with white socks.
History Information
History:
Born to a family that didn't care much for him, Rick was usually left to his own devices. His mother and father weren't abusive, or anything like that. His father wasn't a drunk, his mother wasn't a whore. They never struck him, or even really hated him. They just didn't care much. His parents didn't make much, and money was always tight. They were always more focused on making end's meet instead of paying attention to their kid. As a kid, he took interest in reading, and the macabre, watching lots of horror movies and slasher flicks. He never got along with the other kids very well, but he didn't resent them. He knew he was odd, and stood out, he understood why they didn't seem particularly eager to talk to him, or include him in whatever they were doing. It never bothered him much, he was perfectly content with his books and movies.
Rick began his career as a hunter as a disenfranchised eighteen year old when he was attacked by an Arachne that was hiding out in his school and picking off students one at a time. After three victims, a hunter broke into the school the night that Rick happened to have stayed long after school to finish a major project. The Arachne chased Rick and the hunter for two hours until they were cornered in the shop classroom. In the struggle, Rick was cut across his body, just barely shallow enough to not kill him, but easily deep enough leave the scar that crosses his chest. In order to save Rick's life, the hunter gave his own. With the Arachne distracted, Rick was able to take a circular saw and behead it.
After everything that had happened, Rick thought that it was only right to pick up the hunter's mantle once he was done with school. He spent his time either working in school, or researching the supernatural. He decided that if he was going to go through with this plan to become a hunter, he'd better do it right. He spent four months doing intense research and getting his hands on things like Holy Water and an EMF reader. Once he'd graduated, he left home, telling his parents that he'd found a job out in Boston, and that he was moving out that autumn. They couldn't have been happier to have him out of the house, and to have one less mouth to feed.
So Rick left the house, stole some books from his public library on supernatural creatures and apparitions, took out some fraudulent credit cards, got into his car, and left. He only packed a few day's worth of clothing, his laptop, the books he took, some knives from his dad's hunting cabinet and whatever else he could fit into his back seat and trunk. Since then, he's spent the past three years doing low level exorcism and the like. He moves from place to place, helping whoever he can, sleeping in either his car, or whatever cheap motel he can find that will take cash.
Stats:
Current Level: 0
Current Points: 0
Points until next level:
Strength: 9
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 8
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 8
Equipment: Basic Hunter's Kit, Stolen library books, a few knives.
