Post by Neil Serge on Apr 18, 2016 19:02:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Neil Henry Serge
Nickname/Alias: Serge, Sir, Sergeant Serge
Age/Date Of Birth: Thirty Five Years Old | 04 - 01 - 1981
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter/Ex-Staff Sergeant
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Patrick Heusinger
Abilities
Neil doesn't possess any kind of supernatural gifts, however he is very capable of handling himself with military training. He can easily disarm, knock someone unconscious, or kill someone with his hands, among other things. He has incredible accuracy with guns.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Peter Pan - The story of Peter Pan and Neverland means a lot to Neil because he read it to his son every night before bed.
❤ Peanut M&M's - He's not a fan of the regular ones, but loves them with peanuts.
❤ Peace And Quiet - He can be found often in the silence of a dark room, or sitting off somewhere in the wilderness, listening to only nature around him.
❤ Alcohol - For those nights that things get to be a little too much.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Other Hunters - He butts heads with other hunters regularly, and usually avoids any place where they flock to.
✗ Someone Mentioning His Family - Neil's approach to his family, is to try and forget even though he can't. If someone brings up his family he can get grouchy, and if they are brought up in a negative way or to get at Neil it'll cause him to snap more than anything.
✗ Video Games - They make his head hurt and nauseous.
✗ Himself - He finds himself pretty pathetic, and somewhat of a monster.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Losing The Last Bit He Has Of His Family - Neil only owns a photo of his family, a necklace of his wife's, a baby girl blanket, and a little batman action figure. All of their other possessions were destroyed in the house fire.
☬ Not Being Able To Avenge His Family - It's what drives him and keeps him going.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Avenge His Family
Personality: Neil is a loner. The man stays to himself most of the time, interacting with others as little as possible. When speaking with someone, he keeps it strictly business. Meaning whatever he came to talk to them about, is all he has interest in talking about at all. Mostly, this is due to the things he has been through but a lot of it has to do with the fact that he doesn't want anyone mixed up with him. He's gotten it in his head that anyone he gets close to ends up dead, and he can't handle anyone else dying. Besides that, he also has very poor outlooks on himself and he doesn't believe he deserves any good.
He's a very driven person, which was a great trait to have in the US army. He climbed the ranks steadily and was on his way to becoming an Army Sergeant First Class but his drives changed. When his family was killed, he became obsessed with avenging their death and finding the hunter responsible and killing them. Neil is very vengeful, and is also hard to get on his good side once on his bad side. He's not very forgiving, so when he does forgive someone it would be a pretty big deal.
Being a soldier, Neil is very smart and analytical. These skills come in handy big time when hunting. Unlike typical hunters, Neil doesn't only hunt the supernatural... He hunts the hunters who kill innocent supernatural beings. The ones who were killed just for what they are, when they haven't harmed anyone.
Neil can be pretty sarcastic, grouchy, and a little bit of a slob. However, there are times that Neil's old self shines through. The Neil who had his kids and wife, and was happy. This Neil is much more softer, and kind, but he's buried deep away under anger, revenge, and sorrow.
Traits
✧ Driven
✧ Analytical
✧ Sarcastic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Loner
✦ Distant
✦ Vengeful
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Parents: Peter Serge (Father/Deceased), Marcy Serge (Mother)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Jessica Serge (Wife/Deceased), Timmy (Timothy) Serge (Son/Deceased 5), Taylor Serge (Daughter/Deceased 2)
Important Others: N/A
History:
Neil was the only child born to Peter and Marcy Serge. He grew up pretty normally and have no idea what he wanted to be until in high school. He decided he wanted to enlist in the army, and that's exactly what he did when he turned eighteen. He worked his way up the ranks, becoming corporal, sergeant, and then staff sergeant. It was in 2005 that he started to talk to a girl he used to go to high school with on a website called Myspace. He was shocked that she remembered him after so many years and she admitted on having a crush on him. The two talked as much as they could and when he got back home, the two got together. This resulted in little Timmy being born in 2006. He was so happy, and he proposed to Jessica who of course said yes. It took a while for the two to actually get married but they were finally able to in 2008 and then in 2009 their second born, Taylor was born.
Life seemed to be going great for Neil. He was happy. However it was in 2011 that everything was flipped on it's head and his world was shattered. A hunter had came into his house and killed his wife and children, due to the fact that they were witches and has special abilities. Neil only knew so much about the witchcraft things in Jessica's life and didn't understand how real the supernatural world was until the hunter killed them. After shooting them, the man set the house up in flames. Neil dropped out of the army, and vanished from his life. No one knew what happened to him, where he went, or if he was even alive.
He started to hunt down the man, finding out about the supernatural and before he knew it he was hunting. Unlike typical hunters, Neil was hunting hunters who would kill supernatural beings just because they were supernatural. He wasn't going to let more people go through what his family did. All the while, the hunt for the hunter who killed his family was still out there and Neil wasn't giving up anytime soon.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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