Murdock Lawrence | Hunter

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✧ Borderline Fearless
✧ Idealistic
✧ Protective

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Wrathful
✦ Lonely
✦ Perfectionist

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Parents: Henry and Josephine Lawrence
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Emily Lawrence (Cousin, Deceased), Jeff Lawrence (Uncle, Mentor, Deceased), Josie Lawrence (Daughter, Deceased)
Important Others: Shelby Turner (Ex-Wife, Deceased)

History:

Murdock Lawrence was born to a world of loss, with his mother dying in childbirth - he was raised by a single hunter father who did his best to supply for his son alongside his uncle but that soon failed when Murdock's father was killed on a hunt, leaving Murdock in the care of his uncle and his older cousin, Emily. His new caretakers were hunters as well, and they instilled in Murdock's mind a general dislike for the supernatural throughout his entire life - he spent most of his life hunting with the two of them.

Murdock's first solo hunt was when he was sixteen years old, and he proved to be more than profiecient in how he handled it - it was a shapeshifter case, with the monster impersonating a girl about his age's mother. He ended up killing the shapeshifter and the girl, named Shelby, with no where else to go insisted to go with Murdock after befriended them.Eager to have someone he knew along for the ride, Murdock took her to his uncle and cousin who also began to train her to defend herself, even though Shelby would never actually go hunting with the three of them, she'd care for their injuries instead and give them a home to come back to when they wrapped up their hunts. Shelby and Murdock ended up dating for years and marrying when they were in their 20s.

They were married for a while until Murdock eventually got Shelby pregnant after years of trying in their 30s, and Shelby died in childbirth. He was saddened by it, but their daughter made it - Josie, named after his mother, was the light of his life for a long time as he and his remaining family raised her. It soon took a downhill turn, however, when both his uncle and cousin were lost on a rather large werewolf hunt. Now Murdock was forced to care for his baby girl all on his own, he started travelling the states with her to show her the sights, train her as a hunter, whatever he had to do to keep her happy and fed.

She stayed the light of his life until Murdock also lost her to a werewolf attack when a pack of the creatures tracked him back to their hotel room. Alone, the hunter slaughtered the entire pack over the course of a week - despite repeated confrontations with police. In the years following this, Murdock became something of an unstoppable force in hunting - the death of his entire family pushing him to ensure what happened to him never happened again, no matter what. Eventually, Murdock ended up in Zeppelin City where he's remained for about three years now, being rather accustomed to the area and its goings on with his only friend being his old Bloodhound, Roofus.


Alias: Revan
How did you find us?: Magic, probably
Experience: Fuck if I know
Other Characters: Revan, Daphne, Cecil, Jane, Scott, Zera, Robert, Amanda, Zee, Katie, Elias, Kenzie, Shale, Quinn, Amyl, Imogen, Max, Jodie, Roxanne, Daisy, Iblis, Belphegor, Aura, Sylvia, Nikki, Alex, Mila, Veronica, Roni, Reave, Dracula
RP Sample:

Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.

Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.

She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.



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