Scout Finch | Hunter

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✧honest (though brutally at times)
✧self-confident
✧headstrong
✧motivated

Negatives
✦abrasive/brash
✦stubborn
✦argumentative
✦promiscuous

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Parents: Adele and Benjamin Finch.
Siblings: Clay, twin brother, 22. Two younger sisters: Anais, 19, and Gemma, 16, and another brother, Finn, 14.
Other Family: Her maternal aunt, Yvette, and her surviving paternal grandparents, William and Rosaleen.
Important Others: Theo Robinson, deceased.
History: Scout is the eldest child of a large family from the south east London borough of Bexley. Her parents were never particularly well off, owing to the thankless nature of their occupation as hunters. Their part-time jobs (Adele worked the reception at the local Marriott hotel in Bexleyheath, and Benjamin was the janitor at their high school) didn't pay especially well. Thus, the seven-strong Finch family had to make do with a modest three bedroom semi near the shopping mall, and the eldest children got jobs to support their family as soon as they could. Scout shared a bedroom with her two sisters, and her brothers did the same.

Growing up, Adele and Benjamin impressed upon their children the importance of their heritage. The Finches were a well-established family of hunters dating back a few generations, and were keen to maintain the tradition. Though they let their children enjoy their childhood in blissful ignorance, as soon as they hit their teens they were taught the hunting basics after school in order to protect themselves. Scout and Clay spent a great amount of their adolescence deep in Bexley woods, working on their aim and instincts with one parent while the other cared for the younger children at home.

Despite her extra-curricular hunting classes, Scout was extremely popular in secondary school and commanded a great deal of respect from her fellow students. This may have been because she intimidated them, however; she wasn't exactly kind to those she deemed uncool, but her reputation meant she was untouchable. Girls wanted to be her, boys wanted to be with her- and she had half the school wrapped around her little finger. She was a prolific member of the athletics team, helped in part by her hunting excursions, and excelled at any sports she tried her hand in. Sometimes, she laments not pursuing this as a career- she would have loved to take part in the Olympic games. But hunting is her life, and she feels a certain duty towards her family name. Though she doesn't resent her circumstances of birth, she often thinks about what she could have been were she not born into a hunting family.

Once she left high school, at which she completed sixth form too (with pass grade A levels in physical education, psychology, and theatre studies), Scout was shocked to find that popularity and coolness didn't count for anything in the real world. Gone were the days when she could part the crowds that were congregated in the school corridors, or of talking back to teachers and dossing about with her friends in the inevitable detention she earned from it. It was a wake up call, that's for sure, but one which Scout needed. Though it took her a while to adjust, it certainly mellowed her out and allowed her to treat everyone with a little more fairness- even if she is still extremely judgmental, it's a marked improvement on her teenage years.

18 years old and with no interest in pursuing a degree, Scout instead got a part time job in Topshop so she could focus on bettering herself at hunting. Surprisingly, she adjusted well to the workplace environment- if only because she would bitch about customers with her like-minded colleagues as soon as they left the premises. The employee discount was a huge part of the appeal, too. Though she had a thriving social life, Scout was more than happy to accompany her parents on the occasional hunting trip, and easily lied to her friends about her whereabouts should they ask.

There has, of course, been tragedy in Scout's life. It's an occupational hazard. At 18, she fell in love with the son of the only other hunting family in the borough. His name was Theo Robinson, and he was a handsome boy who had been in the year above her at school. Scout had never thought she could feel this way about just one person; she'd always been a bit of a flirt, sometimes even a cheat, and nobody could ever tie her down for long. They did everything together, including hunting. Clay was jealous, at first, as he missed the trips he took with his twin, but he and Theo soon became close friends. A brother's approval is always a bonus, after all.

However, shortly after Scout and Theo had celebrated their one year anniversary, tragedy struck. Many youthful romances go awry, but none more so than the romances of two hunters. The two had driven to Brighton together for a weekend of sun and sea, but trouble always follows those who seek to eliminate it for a living. Only, in a cruel twist of fate, Theo's death was entirely free of supernatural cause. Instead, the pair had just left their bargain B&B for a trip to Boho Gelato and a stroll along the pier. It was a clear sunny day and typical Scout had left her sunglasses on the dresser in their room. Theo, ever the gentleman, ran back to fetch them. Scout waited at the end of the street overlooking the busy oceanfront, thinking about how perfect the weekend had been. It was then she heard a sickening thud and a screech of tires. She span on the balls of her feet towards the source of the noise, and just as she did a souped up Subaru Impreza raced past, narrowly missing her. Scout would have no doubt ran after the car screaming insults, if she hadn't seen a body lying motionless in the road. It was Theo, his head bleeding profusely, his limbs at odd angles. A pair of Raybans lay a few feet away, by the telephone pole that had broke Theo's skull. Hysterical, Scout cradled her lifeless boyfriend in her arms. Help soon arrived, but Theo had died on impact.

Three years have passed since Theo's death, and Scout's life is back to normal. It's been tough- she still thinks about him from time to time, and she still cries- but she's long since moved on. Now she's back on her bullshit, flirting with anyone that might have abs. She's held onto her Topshop job, too, somehow, though she still lives with her parents and all four siblings. They're a close-knit family, and Scout loves them dearly however annoying it is to live in such close quarters.





Alias: Bee
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 10 years, no proboards experience
Other Characters: Blaire, Bridgette, Luciana, Fletcher, Carmen, Nico
RP Sample: 'Do not puke in my car. Do not puke, in my car,' it was 3AM and Scout had begrudgingly agreed to pick her brother and his friend up from The Roxy on Rathbone Place. They'd been staying with some more studious friends in university halls in order to be closer to the legendary London nightlife for a week, and had decided to alternate their club nights so the other could play taxi. Luckily, even London's main roads were eerily quiet at this time of night. Otherwise, Scout would have refused point blank to negotiate her way through central London in her old Renault Clio. It was strange to see Oxford Street so deserted, bar the odd late night reveler, and it was something even the most experienced Londoners never got used to. The city was usually so alive.

'Calm your tits, Scout,' slurred Clay's wildly drunk friend. Though Clay punched his friend in the arm for his comment, Scout definitely heard him snicker at it too.

Scout turned around, growing steadily more impatient with her inebriated passengers. Her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were raised, and the way she glared at the two boys in the back was not unlike the way her mother looked when she was nettled, 'Shut up, and behave, or you're both fucking walking back to UCL and I don't care how far it is.'

The two boys looked at each other and broke into a fit of giggles. Scout sighed exasperatedly and rolled her eyes, then turned the key in the engine. She pulled off from the dumpsters she had parked behind, and began to navigate her way down the street. It was only a seven minute drive to UCL, maybe even less in the total lack of traffic, but a particularly furtive looking individual caught her eye as took a left onto Tottenham Court Road. Her passengers hadn't noticed; they were practically asleep in the back. But something about the way the woman glanced around before approaching a lone boy outside the Boots increased Scout's suspicions. She pulled up next to the Burger King switched off her car.

'Are we there yet...' Clay mumbled, his eyes half closed.

'No. Stay in the car, I won't be long,' Scout replied quietly, turning to fix her brother with a certain look.

Even in his drunken state, Clay recognised immediately that something hunting-related was occurring. They had that kind of relationship, as twins and hunting partners, where they could read each other's expressions. Scout pressed a finger to her lips, and Clay nodded to show he had understood. Exiting the car as quietly as she could, Scout then went to the boot, where she kept her emergency hunting gear hidden under a false bottom. If her hunch was right, and it was a vampire she was dealing with, she'd need the katana her father had bought her for her 18th birthday. With a glance around to check that there were no unassuming civilians- or worse, police officers- Scout unsheathed her sword and stealthily crept up to the corner of the junction. Though the culprit had vanished from outside the drugstore, she could hear a struggle down Hanway Street. Scout took a deep breath and readied her weapon, then leaped out.






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