Gina Costa | Hunter

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✧ Good with a spear gun

✧ Strong swimmer

✧ Protective (especially of her food)



Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ Not good with crowds of people

✦ Bit of techno-phob

✦ Stubborn



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Parents: Arlo Stonecrop (father), Sierra Stonecrop (mother)

Siblings: Leaf Stonecrop (brother. Parents were hippies)

Other Family:

Important Others: Desmond Costa (husband, deceased)

History: Gina and her husband were out at a hotel celebrating their fifth anniversary. The couple had married when she was 21. They had met at a beach as he tried to learn to surf. She had taken pity on him and gave Desmond some lessons that day. Already he had noticed some improvements. After some shameless flirting he managed to get some extra lessons from her for the next few days, and her number. The next few days Gina gave him lessons and fell victim to his charm. Not long after they dated, growing closer. He learned to not touch her chips after nearly losing a hand to her fork. He was surprised she didn't say My Precious, like Gollum. He had learned she hated her first name, Genesis, given to her by her hippy parents.

They had started a business together. Fishing charters and tours. But now was their time off. Gina felt arms around her. Smiling she leaned back, folding her arms over his. As they had seem to enjoy their day, they didn't realise trouble was coming their way. A few days ago Desmond had gone to the store inland for supplies. There he had started talking to a woman about what he was going to do. She put her hand on his arm, making him change his feelings. He had returned to their room and seemed a bit off. Gina thought nothing of it at the time, but he had changed more so over the next few days. His hands slipped from hers and then straight to her throat. Choking, she struggled unable to believe this was happening. As she struggled he was forced to let go. She hurried to the fire place, and grabbed an iron poker. She used it to kill her husband in self defense when Desmond came back for more.

The siren had left town. A hunter that had been tracking the creature entered the room only being too late. He told Gina what had happened and to best get over it, to forget what happened and move on. He took some blood of the corpse and faked a police call saying it was self defence which was true. But hellbent on revenge, even though she didn't know what this siren looked like or fully aware what it was, Gina researched all she could. Shutting down the boat charter job, she sold the boat and used the money to buy hunter supplies and track down that siren and whatever else she could find. Which was not a lot since she had only been hunting two years.









Alias: Singingdoughnut/Tamara

How did you find us?: Hellhound

Experience: A year on and off here

Other Characters: Tarama Young, Richard Calhoun, Diego Marshell, John Smith, Raven Reuvean

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.







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