Thea Rogers | Hunter (WIP) Aug 9, 2020 2:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2020 2:08:16 GMT -5
Negatives (At Least 3):
Parents: Matthew and Rhea Rogers (both deceased)
Siblings: Allison (Allie) Rogers, lives in California. Is a practicing white witch.
Other Family: She comes from a very powerful bloodline of witches, but she killed them all after they got her parents killed in an accident because Thea's mother refused to take over the Coven, wanting nothing to do with the supernatural.
Important Others: No one, she's a loner.
History: Thea Belle Rogers was born on March 2nd, 1987 in the city of New Orleans, Louisiana. She’s the first born daughter of Mathew and Rhea Rogers.
Her childhood and most of her teenage years were spent in the ‘Big Easy’ of Louisiana, having a normal upbringing without much presence of any family other than her parents and her little sister, Allison, who is four years younger than her. Things were easy for her while growing up: a somewhat wealthy family, an outgoing personality and friends that cared about her. That was until 2005, when both Mathew and Rhea died in an inexplicable car accident while coming back home from a mysterious meeting they had with family members Thea had never met or heard about before. The death of her parents and the lack of answers became too much to bear for the then 18 years old Thea who was in her senior year of high school, barely managing to graduate while taking care of Allie, having to work part-time to earn money.
She became very protective of her little sister, isolating herself from her old friends and dedicating all of her energy and time to make sure Allison was safe; this attitude became even more intense when she started receiving anonymous messages telling her that her parents had been killed and that she’d have to ‘take care of the family business’ they’d refused to be a part of. She got desperate, not able to find any answers to either the deaths nor this supposed family that she had to get in contact with, not until her mother’s older sister knocked at her door. Aunt Patrice waltzed into her life, telling her about their origins: both her and Allie were the descendants of an old and very powerful bloodline of witches that went back to Catherine Monovosin in France (who apparently was way more than what is historically known about her existence). This coven used to be in charge of protecting New Orleans and the ley lines from all supernatural forces, maintaining the Natural Balance of things. The story even went as far as her family arriving to New Orleans due to Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen herself, who’d called for their help back in 1850.
The story was so hard to process for a girl that had grown up believing that magic was nothing but practical tricks that she decided to pretend it was nothing but a legend, becoming a little wary of Aunt Patrice and her crazy stories but letting her live with her and her sister. Thea tried her best to move on with her life, taking care of Allie and working— even attempting to go to college in Los Angeles, California, now that Allison had Patrice to take care of her back at home. She started studying communications, her naturally curious spirit loving the nature of that career path—though she never got her degree. Soon after she left New Orleans things started to get messy; different signs started appearing all at once: all the time and everywhere she went, it was as if something was off, like the world was trying to tell her that leaving Allie behind with aunt Patrice hadn’t been a good idea. It got so bad that she decided to go back to New Orleans to check on her sister only to find out first handedly that magic was a very real, very dangerous thing: Patrice had been channeling a demon’s power and wanted to pass over her supposed knowledge to Allison, keep the power within the family.
Things got dangerous, her aunt trying to convince Thea to take over the Great coven of New Orleans as it had been her birthright that Rhea had refused to take. That was the big family secret, the very dark magic that ran with the family’s bloodline and Thea wasn’t about to become a part of it; it got messy, her attempts to put a stop to Patrice’s intentions of turning Allison into a witch ending with Thea accidentally killing her aunt, right after she confessed that it had been the coven who killed their parents because they refused to take part on their magic and kept both Thea and Allison away from it too. The information was overwhelming for the elder Rogers sister and she couldn’t stay in New Orleans for any longer; so after everything was said and done, she took Allie —who now wanted to become a witch, a white one but still— with her back to California, using what was left from their parents’ money to buy her a house in South Pasadena while she moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career as a cop. She still didn’t want to become part of the supernatural world, even less after finally finding out what had happened to her parents; but despite that, she decided that no one’s little sister, or aunt, or parent would ever die because of those monsters lurking in the dark… or at least something like that; she would stop those who tried to harm innocent people, even if they were not proper demons or monsters. That’s how she ended up working for the LAPD.
Because of all this, she never went back to college to get her communications degree, but Thea put her researching skills to good use when she was promoted to detective. Still not sure about whether all this supernatural world was really something she could force herself to be a part of, she decided to once again try to find information about her family’s coven, mainly because ever since she’d killed Patrice she couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what they’d done and how they were still out there. It got to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore: she had to get rid of that evil that were the witches of New Orleans. Thea quit her job and decided she'd use her knowledge as a cop, and a former journalism student to be able to track and hunt the witches.
The mission almost ended with her life but she survived and came out a completely different person. She realized it would be impossible for her to go back to a normal life, that the person she used to be was now lost forever and that the psychological scars she got would probably never heal. Kissing that person and life goodbye, Thea decided to embrace who she now was and became a hunter of all those supernatural creatures that lurked in the dark. She promised herself she'd save as many people as she was able to, so that nobody would have to go through what she and her sister went through when her parents were killed, if she could help it.
Alias: My name is Maria, but most people usually call me Thea, since I've been playing my OC for over six years lol
How did you find us?: Disboard!
Experience: I have been rping for years, which means I've tried forum rp, chat-based rp, discord, you name it. I guess the most similar thing I've seen to what you guys have here is RPHaven, but it's been a while; for the past year I just stuck to Discord.
Other Characters: None so far
RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part of the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.
So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand on its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple months now…
But alas! She walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward...
I Thea Rogers have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman