Post by Peter Larsen on Oct 30, 2016 9:43:42 GMT -5
Full Name: Peter Michael Larsen
Nickname/Alias: Pete
Age/Date Of Birth: Thirty Three Years Old | 03 - 23 - 1983
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Falk Neumann
Abilities
Regular ole joe.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Coffee - He prefers his coffee black.
❤ A Good Home Cooked Meal - He doesn't get them often, so if he does he treasures them.
❤ Fresh Prince of Bel-Air & Full House - Leave him alone with the chance to watch these and he'll binge watch them until he can't no more.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Beets - Ewwwww.
✗ People with Attitudes - He isn't about to deal with your bullshit, whether you're rude or just a depressed mess. Get a grip.
✗ Seeing People Sad - He'll do his best to awkwardly make you feel better... If that fails, well who knows what he'll do.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Dogs - After dealing with the Dogman of Michigan all kinds of dogs freak him out.
☬ Cockroaches - Help him God, if he sees one he's noping out of there on the night train to Fuckthatville.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Help People. Hunt Things. Stuff and things.
Personality: Peter is a run of the mill normal hunter. He's a nice guy and really doesn't carry all that much baggage around with him, so he's usually in a pretty good mood. He has a positive outlook on things, thinking hope is usually a great thing to have and if there's a will, there's a way. He's great at talking with others and making friends, and likes to have a lot of fun. Peter's pretty willingly to try almost anything and is a very outgoing guy.
However he can come across as loud or rowdy and in fact, pretty annoying to some people. He doesn't care though. He's a bit of a clumsy hunter, as he's known to drop weapons, trip and fall, and other stuff while on a hunt... But he'll do that in general sometimes too. He's kind of a messy guy, his motel rooms not being too clean and he's got some poor eating habits from what he eats to how he eats it... But eh when you're alone who cares, right?
Traits
✧ Positive
✧ Outgoing
✧ Charismatic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Bad Eating Manners
✦ Boisterous
✦ Clumsy
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Parents: Markus Larsen (Father) and Elizabeth Larsen (Mother)
Siblings: Billy Bob Larsen (Younger Brother), Kirsten Larsen (Younger Sister), David Larsen (Older Brother)
Other Family: Bunch of miscellaneous family.
Important Others: Ali
History:
Peter was the second born to Markus and Elizabeth Larsen in Wexford County, Michigan. His mother was a school principal while his father was a cars salesman. They weren't the richest family, but they were happy. At least for a while. While Peter was young his parents got a divorce and the kids were split between the two parents. David and Peter went with their dad, while Billy Bob and Kirsten stayed with their mom. Peter never really understood why they divorced, he supposed they just fell out of love but it really hurt the kid and he started acting up in school.
He wasn't getting into fights or anything like that, he was just being the class clown. Pranks here and there, being a witty brat to the teacher and didn't know how to shut his mouth. His dad had to be called multiple times to come pick him up from the school. However, like everything, that changed and he grew up. Peter graduated high school and he and a bunch of his friends went camping in nearby woods. They had always heard the tales of the Dogman of Michigan... And on that night, they all swapped horror stories around a campfire. When it was Peter's turn, he told the tale of the dogman.
"It wasn't too long ago when countless people saw what we all know now as the Dogman of Michigan.. Stories of a dog who could stand on it's hindlegs was reported all over our area.. It was this time of year, sometime in early June, right by the river... Where the first sighting was reported by lumberjacks. The lumberjacks saw a dog and decided to chase around, you know having good fun.. But it ran into a hollow log and one of the lumberjacks decided to poke a stick inside... It's said that the thing let out a blood curdling scream, unlike anything you could ever hear. It came out and stood on it's hindlegs and that's when they saw what it really was... They say there were only eleven lumberjacks but the story is that there were twelve, and one was eaten by the beast. The other lumberjacks all packed up and left and were never heard again... It's said that the Dogman still stalks these woods, searching for prey in the dead of night.. And tonight happens to be a full moon...."
Peter howled and a couple of the girls jumped and threw marshmallows at him, yelling at him. Peter just laughed along with the group until a howl was heard. They all stared at each other, in fear thanks to his story and as one of the guys tried to dismiss it a huge wolf creature came out of the darkness and tackled the boy to the ground, ripping into him with it's huge fangs, biting right into his chest. The group all screamed and ran, splitting up into the darkness while their friend was torn apart... Only two of eight kids survived that night... Peter and a girl named Ali, who was Peter's best friend Jason's girlfriend.
No one ever believed their stories and they were forced into psych evaluation and therapy. Peter became obsessed with what happened and he did as much research as he could about the Dogman of Michigan. A year after, around the anniversary of his friends death, Peter went back to those woods on a full moon... He took a gun with silver bullets with him because that's what he was always believed to be a way to kill a werewolf.
What he found that night changed the man forever. He came across a cabin that some family had been staying in, and they were all torn apart... A husband, wife, two daughters, an uncle, and a baby boy.. The monster had shredded them all apart and Peter didn't know it at the time, but it had eaten their hearts. Peter froze in terror and couldn't help but vomit at the scene before him. However a strange growling, almost laughter snapped him out of it and there the thing was... Standing on its hind legs and glaring with yellow glowing eyes... The image would never leave Peter's mind, and to this day he still has nightmares of it... The glaring yellowed eyed beast with its sharp fangs showing in like a grin as blood dripped from it's claws and mouth, flesh still being caught in between it's teeth. Peter wanted to scream. He wanted to cry.; He wanted to run. He wanted to hide. However, he didn't do anything of those things and as the thing suddenly moved to lunge at him he brought his gun out and shot it.... One bullet, one shot, the silver bullet went through the monster's skull and killed it.
After that night Peter decided to hunt these things and that just opened the door for more crap.. He learned there was much more out there than just the Dogman of Michigan and eventually he became a hunter and learned that the thing that night was in fact a creature known as a Fenrir. As time went on he became a very good hunter, besides his occasional screw ups or clumsiness. He met a kid named Aiden Watson and helped teach him a few things of how to be a hunter. The two became good friends and kept each other as contacts in case they'd ever need a help with a case.
Now Peter just travels the US, trying to take out any evil sons of bitches that want to take and ruin lives.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
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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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