Tamara Young | Civilian Jun 8, 2016 22:50:24 GMT -5
Post by Tamara Young on Jun 8, 2016 22:50:24 GMT -5
✧ Book smart
✧ Faces danger head on if someone she cares about is in danger
✧ Knows basic first aid
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Gives into self doubt easily
✦ No knowledge of basic defense
✦ Can seem like cold hearted at first
Other Family: Matthew Young (son, deceased just doesn't know it)
History: She once trained at an early age to become a doctor. But during her studies she met someone and they had a child,a son, that put a stop to the career goal. They married a few months before Matthew was born and she was happy, forgetting about being a doctor and chose a simpler career, a librarian. She enjoyed being around books and the peace and quiet without a hyperactive child running around. She still learned basic first aid more for her husband, Marcus and son, prepared for all the childhood cuts and scrapes.
During one night coming home from a family outing, their car was struck down by a vampire truck. Marcus was taken alive and killed by the fang gang. Police reported it was wild animals took the husband when he left to find help for his unconscious and wife. Matt was awake at the time and saw the fangs. He lied to himself over and over again not believing the truth. It wasn't until he saw hunters taking out a vampire when he was older he realised the truth. He became a rookie hunter, but it his mother got caught in the cross fire. After saving her, he told her the truth. Now she handles the book work while he handles the knife work. Only she had not heard from him in over a month.
Alias: Singing Doughnut
How did you find us?: Hellhound
Experience: Not a lot
Other Characters: No
RP Sample: "Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.
Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.
"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.
She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.
"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"
Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.
She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.
I (Tamara) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)