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Full Name: Annabelle Hope Evans
Nickname/Alias: Anna, Belle
Age/Date Of Birth: 24 years of age, born 1992
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Amber Heard
Special Inventory
An old dagger with her father's initials carved into the side.
A photo album of her family hidden underneath the seat in her truck
Some of her old medical equipment.
A custom made handgun from a family friend.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Stormy weather
❤ Old cars and antique watches
❤ Good food and cold beer
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Water (she's a terrible swimmer)
✗ Bugs
✗ Clothes you can't breathe in
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Water
☬ Losing her loved ones
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Avenge her family
Personality: Annabelle used to be oblivious to the supernatural dangers of the world, back then she used to be bubbly and trusting. When she finally discovered the truth of her family's history and gruesome murder she changed. She became a warrior, fearless of nearly anything with a stubborn recklessness that nearly cost her everything. She has a burning determination and set values, never take a human life, never become the things you hunt. Around people she knows, people she trusts she's less defensive and open to their worry. Otherwise it's nearly impossible to gain her trust. She's hidden beneath a facade of lies and bravery.
Traits
✧ Loyal
✧ Determined
✧ Brave
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Impatient
✦ Reckless
✦ Easily angered
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Parents: Elizabeth and David Evans (deceased)
Siblings: Lance (brother deceased)
Other Family: An uncle she rarely speaks to
Important Others: A hunter who helped her hone her skills, Eric Whittmore
History: Annabelle had a loving upbringing, parents who were present in love and care. She grew up with her brother who carried his father's heart and his mother's eyes. While her brother chose to become a mechanic she studied part time in nursing. It wasn't until after she got her degree that her father seemed unusually unsettled. One night she left for her parents' home worried when they didn't return any of her calls. What she found was enough to break her a thousand times.
Her mother and father all ripped apart, their bodies strewn to the side as garbage. Blood coated their living room, stained her hands as she held her mother's hand and ripped her heart in half. at first she was frozen in a moment of horror until her brother stomped down the stairs, his palms dripping crimson and his lips in a cruel smirk. She yelled out in fear as he gripped her roughly by her throat, taunting her with eyes that weren't his own. They were pitch black. She didn't have any strength to fight back against him, she didn't have to. A man she'd later know as Eric saved her, leaving her brother in a crumbled heap on the ground. Even though the monster inside him was gone, she was left utterly alone with his dead corpse.
Eric offered her a chance to leave with him and fill the hole inside her with hunting, to help other people like he helped her. he also gave her the option to return to her life hoping to forget what she'd seen. By then she knew, in a split second she agreed to go with him. After all no one could be the same after seeing something so wicked.
He taught her about monsters, demons and every evil thing that went bump in the night. In just two years he was proud to call her a fellow hunter. She might not have been born to the job but she was a natural, she belonged right where she was.
Alias: Hope
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 2 years experience on other proboards sites.
Other Characters: not applicable
RP Sample: Annabelle counted her steps walking through the dark factory, her fingers curled around the blade until her knuckles turned a pale white. Her mind was focused as she ducked inside a room quietly analyzing her surroundings, even though she was hunting something wicked she knew it was hunting her just as much. There was no denying that she had stumbled onto the case by accident but she was thankful she had. The monster might still be kicking but she got a frightened janitor out safe in time annoyed at his reluctance to trust her until they were ambushed leaving her with a bloody cut across her cheek.
She turned abruptly, the blade pointed high to look into the face of a mannequin. Annabelle kicked annoyed at the ground glaring at the expressionless face in front of her. Nevertheless as she turned back around she found herself face to face with a man nearly a head taller to her wild eyes, fangs and claws aimed at her throat.
"Hate to break it to you buddy but I aint going down without a fight" a smirk lifted on her lips, a glint played in her eyes and she slashed at it with precision and intent. There was no way in hell he'd slash her throat before she slashed his. And she did.
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