Hunted

Name: Deacon Hazel

Age: 17

Appearance: Longish, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He has a quirky smile, and a friendly air about him. He stands at about six foot, and is athletically built with fair skin. He wears jeans and whatever t-shirt comes to hand that morning.

Personality: Friendly, but also fairly sarcastic and cynical in almost the original sense of the word. He values nothing in the world except for living a nice, natural, peaceful and quiet life. He hates social boundaries and expectations, and refuses to be bound by them. He's nice, but he's hard to get close to.

Race/power: He has photographic reflexes, and can mimic any movement he sees. His body is at near peak physical potential, and he can wield anything from a lead pipe to a katana with amazing ability. He usually carries a pair of bokken - wooden training swords.

Background: While not a government super soldier experiment, Deacon was a genetic experiment. However, it was at the hands of his father, who was attempting to win a Nobel Prize. Deacon's genetic makeup was tweaked to allow him to subconsciously anaylse any movement in the blink of an eye, and replicate it at any given time. From his first year at school he was a trouble maker, believing himself to be better than everyone else and getting into repeated fights. His father enrolled him in a number of martial arts classes - both as an outlet for Deacon and as a way of testing whether his project had worked out. He restricted Deacon's training in nearly all of them, though, not wanting to create a monster. However, Deacon managed to master kendo and acquired a pair of training swords before leaving home to pursue a more idealised life. However, with the killings in the city, he has found that he is having to move more carefully.

Other: Up for love, but as stated, hard to get close to.

Name: Kate Knowles

Age: 17

Appearance: http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3662/vanhelsingphotovanhelsigv0.jpg

Personality: A caring and nice girl. Will go into detail later

Race/power: will post later

Background: will post later

Other: up for love

I hope it's not too late to join.

Name: Naomi Marks

Age: 16

Appearance: Wavy dark brown hair with freckles and dark blue eyes. 5' 5".

Personality: Is basically the sterotypical happy teenager. Loves to hang out with her friends and is considered "popular." She gets paranoid when people bring up anything close to her powers and so she hates comic books.

Race/power: She is super. All of her senses were inhanced: strength, sight, hearing, smell, speed.

Background: Lives in a large apartment with her mom, dad, and little brother Sam. Her father is a doctor/scientist and secretly used Naomi for experiments unknown to her mother and brother. Naomi swore to secrecy, but now that she is older it seems like a foolish thing to keep secret from her mother.

Other: Has been known to use her powers during school which keeps her on top of everything social, increasing her popularity. Is up for love.

Hey Moo, here is my character.
Name: Hinata Noshi
Age: 16
Appearance: Hinata is half-Japanese, half-American. She has short black hair and has ice-blue eyes.
She is around 5.7ft tall and has a slender build.

Race/power: Hinata can cause physical and mental pain using her mind, so she can make someone
feel heart broken or just by thinking about it she can break a person’s leg. She can also
nullify Pain by absorbing and feeling it herself instead. Hinata is also immune to telepaths.

Personality: Hinata is really hard to motivate and prefers to be alone. She can’t really be bothered with
anythingthat is too strenuous. Her memories of what happened to her parents still haunt
her. She believes that she is a monster but she stopped caring a long time ago. She only
looks out for herself.

Background: When she was six years old, Hinata used her powers to kill her father. She still couldn't
control her power when her mother saw what Hinata had done. Through her sobbing and
gasping, her mother asked "What are you?! Get Away from me, you monster!"
Not understanding why her mother was calling her a monster, Hinata sat down and began
to cry. In a moment of outrage her mother then attacked her and
Hinata, screaming in pain and covered in blood, was pinned down with her mother’s
scarlet stained, broken and lifeless body.
As a result, Hinata was then sent to live with her aunt in America.

Other: Hinata likes to eat chocolate.

Margot~~

Margot stood tall infront of the large crowd, her small frame perched upon a tall brick wall infront of the square gray building.

"What do we want?!" She yelled into her megaphone.

"To stop testing!" The crowd echoed.

They repeated this more, the crowds cries growing stronger, waving their home made signs. Soon more people from the inside of the building filtered out, squinting their eyes at the sight.

"Margot!" A voice came from below, the crowd had now turned into thier own chant without the help of the megaphone.

"Margot!" The voice repeated.

"Yeah?" Margot looked down to find her older friend Mark under her.

"Take a break already!" He yelled, "I'll take over!"

"Fine.." She mumbled, she then lept down and nodded to Mark. He motioned to the bagel shop across the street.

"Get some for the crew," He smiled sweetly.

"Fine.." Margot sighed.

As she was darting through the crowd sh ran into someone.

Peyton weaved and dodged the many people in the cafe, balancing a tray of plates on one arm, her other hand preoccupied with holding three mugs. She almost felt her arms cave in under the weight as she dumped the dirty dishes into the kitchen of the small crowded shop. Today was a friday, and while she was working here, all the other pupils who finished school for the day got the pleasure of relaxing with a coffee. They were majorly short staffed at the moment, and Peyton struggled to keep up with the constant rush of customers.
"Peyton?" came the gruff voice of the cafe's chef, Pierre. "Could you take this sandwich to table four please?" he pushed a little white plate through the small window leading through to the kitchen. She took it, and lifted the drinks asked by the table four customers and squeezed it as best as she could onto one tray. She wiped the perspiration of her brow and scraped her messy fringe of dirty blonde her from her eyes, setting the sandwich in front of the customer.
"Here you are sir," she said almost automatically, turning to leave.
"Um, I asked for no mayonnaise in this." The man looked at her sternly from behind black framed glasses.
She groaned in her head, turning around and lifting the sandwich again. "I apologize for that sir..." she said quickly, leaving to change it again as someone began to shout from across the room.
"Hey! Waitress!" the voice shouted.
She sighed. "Just a moment please!" she called back over her shoulder, pushing the plate back through the window.
"Pierre, I'm sorry I must have got the order wrong. No mayonnaise," she said as his large hand appeared and took the plate away again.
"Waaaaaitresss!" came the same call again, making her head hurt. She tried to block out everything from her mind, focusing on that one voice... until the babble of the cafe was gone. She was inside the persons head, successfully reading the person's thoughts.
"Urgh, all I need is a drink of coke. So slow in this place," came the echo of the person's voice... and then suddenly it was gone.
"Peyton! Take this order to table four again!" The voice of Pierre broke her concentration and kicked her from the person's thoughts. She gave herself a little shake, lifted the sandwich and made a coke for the customer.
She dropped of the sandwich and then returned to the table of the person who had called to her.
"Here's your coke," she said with a forced smile, setting it down in front of them.

*anyone can jump in*

Jack

"don't worry I wasn't waiting or anything" I said sarcastically and I could see her forced smile straining. I realised I had been a bit of an asshole.

"sorry, I'm researching this case for the new york times and its stressful, so I'm a little on the edge, sorry" I said and her forced smile became obviously less forced.

"It's okay, what case are you doing?" She asked and I smiled I liked it when people showed interest in my work.

"oh that thing with the teenagers disappearing, it's very strange the attacks are selective and fast, I found only 6 eye witnesses for over twenty disaperences all in public places, very strange" I finished and she nodded, I grabbed the coke and opened it.

"would you give me a call if you see anything, well at least give it to your boss, thanks" I said before she could complain I gave her my card and six dollars for the drink before walking out.

I'm pulling out. Sorry.

*hey...is there anyone else who is with hunter??


Asuka

I stood behind the large crowd and saw a girl standing before a brick hall telling everyone to stop the

test experiments. I eyed on her for a moment before i quickly returned reading the newpaper article

about teenage dissapearances in NY.

I grinned to this before i eyed on ehr again. The hunter instructed me to watch out for her. I do not

know if she was a regular teen or with power but i did not care. I already got one yesterday morning

and though he denied of having powers, the test were positive. We got anotehr one. 12 out of the

twenty. That's a roll.

i eyed on her before she was being replaced by someone. My mobile phone rung and i asnwered.

"Hey, yes...i got her on my sights. I'm not sure though... yeah yeah, i'll find more on the way. The

test...yeas, they're positive. We got another one. See you later."

I closed my phone and stood up. That girl is no longe ron my sights but i do not worry. Teens are at

large number in NY so i don't need to worry if i may lose her. I can find one easily as a snap. But for

the moment i continue eating my lunch watching the frantic crowd.

Deacon

So far, Deacon's morning had been spent compiling a list of good reasons not to join the protest across the square from him. First among them was the fact that it didn't really interest him, aside from the fact that he was loosely related to the experiments they were protesting about.

The other reason was his hunger. Deacon was too buy having lunch to bother protesting. Aside from that, it was too much linked to values. And Deacon didn't like having values - they were prone to getting people killed.

He half-lifted his newspaper from the table and flipped through it. Two stood out to him: another kid his age had been killed, and apparently, his father was still looking for him. It was going on a year and a half since he'd run away, and that persistent fool still hadn't stopped looking to his favourite toy.

A few tables away from him sat a girl for whom he didn't hold the most remote amount of trust for. He had a feeling she was somehow connected to one of the articles he'd been reading. The way she was scrutinising the crowd told him she was looking for someone, and the hard look in her eyes affirmed that whoever she was searching for was not just a date.

Carefully, he reached beneath the tablecloth and propped his duffel bag up against the leg in the middle of the table. Then he unzipped it, feeling the leather bound grips of his wooden swords tap against his knees. Satisfied that he'd be able to defend himself at a moment's notice, Deacon went back to eating his lunch. Who she was didn't matter, if she tried anything with him, she'd find herself outmatched. Deacon Hazel had never lost a
fight in his life.

Gale~

I was walking home from school, it wasn't to far I guess. Just got kind of creepy, it was one of those places that you feel like your going to get shot. There were to many hobos to, always begging for money, then spending it on drugs and all that. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around but no one was there. . .

"Weird. . " I muttered as I started off again. I never really liked school. . .probably cause it was like a slap in the face. 'Hey your not human, you can never really enjoy any of this!'

I sighed this day kept getting better and better. I sniffed the air and found a scent that was some what different. . . out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the shadows. I walked a little father and saw it walk to, I started to sprint down the side walk past some fancy coffee place, and around a corner. I ducked behind the trash can and grew claws, fangs, and cat eyes. The shadow came around the corner, and I jumped on it tackling it to the ground, I hissed, I was losing control letting the animal side take control.

"Wait hang on a moment." the shadow spoke, it was a man he was very big. He must of been holding back since I knocked him over, so he wasn't trying to hurt me. . .yet.

"What." I hissed through clenched teeth trying not to let the animal side take over.

"Your Nightingale Hales. Right, your brother is writing is investigating those teens disappearance. . .correct?" he asked as if this was a every day thing.

"What's it to you?" I hissed again, this guy was obviously getting annoyed.

"Just tell me what you know, and then let me talk to your brother." he said getting annoyed.

"Why should I?" I hissed yet again.

"I told you this wasn't going to work." another voice spoke before I felt myself being lifted into the air, and thrown against the wall. Before I could slide down something grabbed me from around my neck, the hand was burning I wanted to scream but couldn't. Thoughts raced through my mind of. . .everything. My parents, my life,and Jack. Then everything started to get all fuzzy. . .

I felt myself sliding to the ground and heard voices. "What did you do that for?"

"Your plan wasn't working."

"Well neither is yours. . ." then nothing everything was gone. . .

*That was Alucard and Tristan if I didn't make it clear enough. If that's okay ridersofdamar*

Alucard~~

The girl slumped o the ground and I shot a glare at Triston, "What the hell were you thinking?"

He shrugged, "She looked like she was going to cut your throat, and she wasn't going to answer."

"We dont know that, and now she CANT answer."

Tristan shrugged, "And she smelled nice."

I looked at him again, "When was the last time you drank?"

"Five days ago."

I nodded, "Get something from the fridge when we get home."

I went over to the girl and picked her up gently. She weighed almost nothing, but that might have just been me. As we ran back to the house Triston went in front of me so he would not be forced to smell her.

Finally we came to the abandoned apartment we called 'home'. Triston opened the door and held it for me. I walked through and quickly went down the steps to the basement. Lights came on as we went in. The basement was big and very open. I tok her into one of the small rooms off to the side and laid her down on a bed.

I walked back out and Triston was drinking blood from a cup. I nodded to him, "If the girl wakes up come get me."

I jumped up the twenty feet to the trap door that led to the stairway. From there I went to the roof and sat on the edge, admiring the view of the city. It seemed odd to me that such a beutiful place could house so much evil.

Found a picture of Alucard:
http://highwindengineer03.deviantart.co ... 7-68434888

Thats generally what he looks like. less scars, but he is still covered. his hair is longer.

Gale~

I guess when you die you have dreams of your past. . .and dreams of your family. Then again maybe I wasn't dead. . .I let out a low moan of pain, I felt like my throat was broken. I opened my eyes to look around expecting to be in my room and this to be a very bad dream. But I wasn't I was in a empty room with only a bed and chair.

In the chair sat a man I think I recognized him. . . "Since your up I better get Alucard." he remarked and then was gone in a blink of an eye.

*Sorry it's short I have to go, I won't be able to post until tomorrow. . .I think*

Here is another hunter to keep us on our toes!

Name: Theo Greenwood

Age: 17

Appearance: Sandy blonde hair that flops over his forehead a little. Azure eyes, tall.

Race/power: Can create force fields. He can use this as a form of telekinesis; for example, if he envelops something in a force field and sends it upwards, it will do so. He is immune to physical attack due to the force fields and these shields can only be penetrated by a mental power.

Personality: Deep inside, he is heart broken for the deaths of his family. (see below) This makes him determined to seek revenge for his tragic loss. He soon forgot who he was and became cold and heartless.

Background: His parents were killed by vampires when he was sixteen. Ever since, he has had an undying hatred for all things mythical. The Hunter found him during one of his hunts, but found that the boy could be an asset to his team. He was trained in the ways of The Hunt and is a deadly force to be reckoned with. He feels no compassion for the other hunters and is merely with them to make himself feel better for the death of his family.

*I'll post in a minute with him and Peyton*