Richard Calhoun | Hunter

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✧ Military training
✧ Willing to help those in need
✧ A good guy once you get to know him

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Not good in a delicate situation: shoots first, ask questions later

✦ Post War Syndrome
✦He doesn't always mind his own business, and jumps into help Damsels in distress, getting him locked up a few times.

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Parents: Henry Calhoun (Deceased), Amy Calhoun (Deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Richard used to be part of the US Military where he worked as the Demolition Man special forces. He used to sneak behind enemy lines with his team, stopping tanks in their tracks. Sometimes on solo missions he could find his way past enemy lines like he was a ghost. Secretly he had help with that. He had a pet cat he had adopted in the streets of a Middle Eastern town that used to lead him down roads void of any human company. Near the end of the campaign, he told the truth and the medal he was going to win, was jokingly passed onto the cat. To most people he comes across as the strong silent type, but with his men, he was a practical joker.

During one mission, everything seemed to go right. They had to stop a row of tanks from coming into a city they had just captured. He set up a landmine on the road ahead of the line. Soon as the tank ran it over, the bomb set off, flipping the tank onto its side. But there was an ambush. Enemy soldiers attacked them at that point, setting off mortars, bombs falling all around. He lost his team that day and his poor cat.

He was rescued by his own reinforcements, but the damage has been done. During fitful sleeps in the hospital tent, all he could dream of were the bombs falling, the ground shaking, people dying all around. Some nights he still sits up awake in a cold sweat, feeling around for a furry friend that is no longer there. When he was declared fit for duty, he was sent back into the fight. During another mission where mortars were falling, he froze in place, unable to complete the mission. After that he was sent back home with honourable discharge.

Richard spent the first year of his return home just travelling. During one of his trips, he came across a couple being attacked in a dark alley. He shook his head at how predictable people were, going down a dark alley and surprised when they get jumped by thugs. Feeling safe from the gun he always carried under his jacket, he went to go save the couple until he saw the black eyes on the thug. He fired a warning shot at the, what he didn't know it was at the time, demon but he only laughed at the ex-solider. So he fired at the body until his gun ran out.

As police came, the demon smoked out of the body, leaving a shot up body behind. Richard was arrested for killing someone, dispute saving the couple. He was placed in prison for a few years, let off some what early for services done for his country. After that, he was hooked on finding that demon, researching the supernatural. After that night he came a hunter for five years but he was never able to find that demon.




Alias: Singingdoughnut
How did you find us?: Hellhound by YIM
Experience: Not much
Other Characters: Tamara Young, Tina Dukes
RP Sample: "Do I have to wear this ridiculous outfit?" Daisy wanted nothing more than to change out of the assistant outfit with all its glitter and frills. She felt like bullying herself for such an outfit she wouldn't be caught dead in. She just wanted to be back at the arcade, kicking Eugene's butt on Killer Instinct, or finish drawing a dragon in pastel she spent the last three months on. "Okay fine. But I better get a decent feed out of this." she muttered, stepping on stage to assist with the show.

Afterwards, in normal clothing, she was looking on the net for a new game for the DS. Anything but pokemon, that was overrated. "So did we get a good haul this time? We didn't have near enough last time for a ps4." Tina knew she didn't need it, but she wanted it. Sometimes she just wanted to be back with Eugene's place, working with him on his game. Road life was a real killer on concept time. She kicked back on the bed, knees drawn up with a sketch pad, drawing whatever comes to mind.

"So where's the next show?" she asked, drawing a picture of a clown being shot out of a cannon, with a brick wall to stop it from flying too far. She gave a smirk at that, shutting the book. She never expected that Daisy had real magic. She thought it was just good illusions, or that she was a super hero of some kind.



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