Name: Hunter "Crash" Gabon

Gender: Male

Age: 53

Apparent Age: 24

Place of Birth: Demaitre

Species: Vampire

Coven: Tarepha

Appearance: About 5' 10 with average weight. His hair is long and a dark brown, very close to black. His eyes are also a dark brown, but not as dark as his hair. He has the build of an acrobat, with strong legs and core, but thin arms. Right after feeding, he has a tan skin tone. He normally keeps a good shave. He has deep scars all over his right hand from dog bites.

Clothing: He did well to keep up with the times, and went with skin tight clothes and an open button up short sleeve. Also, he normally wears a black fedora with white pinstripes and an orange bandanna.

History: Hunter was an outspoken individual as a child. He liked to write and always dressed to the extremity of "individualism" as he said it. He normally hung out with the unpopular crowd rather than the "self-centered jocks and low moralled women of the popular crowd" as he had always called them. He had believed them to be better company (this belief had followed him for the rest of his life).

He always had a plan to get away with everything he did, and as the years went on he learned how to keep more air-tight stories. He had always been a little trouble maker, but he knew what he could get away with.

More towards the end of his high school years, he became a peacy kind of person. He always wanted to help out with the war in some way and he had been in almost every war protest in his area, and a few nation wide.

After he got out of high school, he went into the peace core. He went to the jungles of South America mostly. He loved to climb around the trees and see the wild creatures all around.

After about his 6th visit there, he was assigned to a village he found a bit peculiar. The entire encampment was of a nocturnal tribe, they all only came out only at night, and most of them went out with out any trace of leaving or coming. There was never any fear of any animal and their lore seemed much different from the rest.

It seemed that Hunter, out of the whole 8 that were there, was the most accepting of the rituals and practices of the tribe. He had done what he had to help out the tribe with more than the rest of the core troop.

After a few months in that in village, they were to be sent home. As the sun started to set, a helicopter had come in to them up. They all got on and flew off.

Then, for almost now reason at all, the helicopter started to lose altitude. No one panicked except for Hunter when he saw the pilot. When they started to lose a lot of height, Hunter grabbed a chute and jumped.

As soon as Hunter about reached the ground, the helicopter hit the trees, and it lost it's propellers to the branches and the rest of it fell on him. Hunter blacked out for a while.

After maybe a few minutes, Hunter awoke to find the only things keeping the whole helicopter from crushing him was branches and the sheet metal petruding from the frame into him.

Then, one of the village folk came by, looking like he was offering help. Hunter had no idea how he could help. Then, Hunter looked over in a large piece of broken mirror from the cockpit and saw no one else but his bleeding self. He looked over back to the villager and saw fangs in his mouth. Hunter couldn't believe he had seen what he had saw.

After a while of thinking over what could happen if he accepted, he realized he may die either way, so he agreed to the tribal's offer.

The vampire did all of the normal practices, and, in the course, Hunter passed out. He woke up to find himself alone. The vampire left him with nothing but a short series of drawings showing what he is, and what he is to do to survive.

For almost a week, Hunter lived in a jungle cave, and at two nocturnal occasions, he went out and preyed upon a nearby village. Through this he discovered and learned to embrace his animalistic side.

Then, one night, some of his old friends found him in the cave. They gave him a free trip home, and the name "Crash" for surviving the crash.

Since then he has been living in Demaitre, and found some new friends with a lot in common with him.

Jeez I might be a little rusty at this and I apologize in advance for not doing more profiles recently. But uhm, on to the profile.

First off I'll say you have a great start. Everything is well written, but I'm going to have to ask you for more regarding the history of your character. It's pretty easy to say that he had a normal life up until high school, but then what's normal? Normal for me might not be the same as normal for you, or for that matter anyone else. I tell my weird friends all the time, you have to love being weird because everyone's weird, some of us are a bit more average than others, but everyone has those things in their lives that define them as people.

It doesn't have to be anything fancy, but I just want some of those moment from your character. Was he a home town hero in sports? Was he troubled? Why did he join the peace core? And more than that, why is a guy that would give of himself to join the peace core suddenly becoming a Tarepha that is most definately the least likely peace core coven we have. What I'm trying to say is that you have some very interesting ideas, but they need to be fleshed out.


P.S. Marcus if you see this, can you make a decision on the whole vampire tribe thing...thanks a lot Boss Lady! :love: