Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2020 14:09:10 GMT -5
Full Name: Zeke Harminson
Nickname/Alias: Z
Age/Date Of Birth: 38 June 4, 1982
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: David Henry
Abilities
He is a boxer both regular and MMA, able to shoot most any gun as he is a military brat, athletic, he also got into renaissance fairs ad reenactments of the Revolutionary and Civil War, so he knows how to use the muskets, javelins, archery, and fencing.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤
Theater
❤
Helping others
❤
His car
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗
Monsters
✗
Being outdone or shown up
✗
Chocolate, unless it's white
Fears (At Least 2):
☬
Being trapped anywhere, (under a vehicle, in a building, under a tree (trunk, limb), etc) and being unable to get out or escape.
☬
Claustrophobia
Goals (At Least 1):
★
Find and kill whatever killed his dad.
Personality: He's serious and strict to rules he has set for himself, keeping the regimented military standards he has always grown up with. Keeping to himself mostly, it isn't until you really get to know him, you find beneath that brooding attitude and personality, he is a nice guy with a dry humor. He takes his work seriously, never taking a break until he drops or is badly injured, even then he is always searching for anything small that won't use too much exertion to take care of the case he's on.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧
Perseverance
✧
Team player (can either take orders, or be a leader when need arrives.)
✧
Keeps promises
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦
workaholic
✦
Short tempered
✦
Sore Loser
Parents: David and Abigail Harminson
Siblings: The oldest in his family, he has two brothers, Jackson and Freddie, and three sisters, Janet, Harriet, and Rose
Other Family:
He has one uncle on his father's side, he keeps in touch with, Roy. Keeping tabs on him, and if in the area, staying with him after or during a hunt.
Important Others:
After his dad died he saw General Thor Hornsby as his father figure.
History: Zeke grew up a military brat moving from base to base as his father was commanded
. He didn't mind always switching schools as it meant he could meet knew people, or see different cultures, while not having to be too well known by anyone. He enjoyed the military life and as he grew up, learning how to use equipment, and do the drills with his dad and other military personnel; he was quite athletic, never quitting until he achieved his goals.
Quiet and shy in personality, for whatever reason he was drawn to theater and drama; his colors really showed when he could pretend to be someone else. This lead to him being in the reenactments of the Revolutionary and Civil War; later on, Renaissance fairs were added to his acting skills. These extra curricular activities taught him the skills of archery, musket shooting, jousting, fencing, knifing, and other skills that came during those times. They became a gateway for him to curb his short temper he had always had.
Close to his family and the soldiers and officers, on base, he had only a few friends his age on each base; as they would go to mini boot camps together, he saw the others more as competition than friends. He felt a need to prove himself always; even with his family and others saying how proud they are of him, it's more to prove to himself it's true.
He had been on a camping trip with his dad, celebrating his graduation from college, with a degree in computer tech, and psychoanalysis (psychology), and moving up in the ranks of officer cadet, getting ready to receive his first commission and assignment as a future officer, when something attacked his dad as they were taking firewood back to camp. It had knocked Zeke down as it passed, leaving him with a scar on his torso, of what seem to be claw marks. It was extremely dark, so it seemed to be only a blur of a shadow, growling as it tore his father to pieces. Zeke had passed out from shock after, waking up to sunlight pouring down on him. calling out to his dad, he turned to see the man with his chest wide open, missing his heart. Letting out a scream and cry of heartbreak and loss, he grabbed his phone, barely able to punch the numbers in and call for help. When the rangers and police came he was found huddled and crying by his fathers stiff body.
The young man left soon after the funeral, wanting answers as to what he saw, as nobody believed his story. after a year or two he met some people who called themselves hunters, talking about going after creatures like ghosts, vampires, demons, and werewolves. Going over he asked them about what they were talking about; at first they became reserved until he told his story, then they told him it was a werewolf that had killed his father. From there Zeke continued talking with them, asking if he could be trained to be one of them. They were skeptical at first, only agreeing when he said he would do exactly as they asked. Since that day, he has been hunting ever since, keeping his code while trying to find the werewolf who killed his father.
Keeping in touch with his family, including his father's brother, Roy, and the man he saw as a father figure, General Hornsby, if he was nearby he would visit one of them; he kept tabs on them always to make sure they were safe.
Alias: EMSeriff
How did you find us? Partner server with "The Family Business" server on Discord
Experience: I have been Rping for quite a few years now, I haven't ever used Proboard before.
Other Characters: No.
RP Sample: Zeke
entered the motel room stripping off his clothes and letting the water wash over him as he went over the hunt he just finished. A couple of ghouls who had been preying on young children and adolescents; catching them in the act of taking another one of the children after a long stakeout of the old cemetery. He had gotten wind of it after a couple days when the disappearances started happening; after the questioning he began his work in the motel room, laptop out as he gathered more information and constructed a timeline and hypothesis of what it could be. Once narrowed down, he made sure he was stalked up on what he would need for the hunt.
Now, as he reflected on it, the grime and dirt washing down the drain, he cursed himself for almost being too late. he'd been at this for a several years now, he shouldn't be making rookie mistakes. What rules didn't he follow this time? Perhaps it was remaining inconspicuous, under the radar, or not paying attention to the signs and surrounding background details, one should always be aware of. He had saved the teenager yes, he could have stopped it before it had happened; or so he thought. Still, the gratitude of the family when he returned their daughter was enough to make him smile, and tell them he had just been passing by when it happened.
Hopping out he looked at his messages to see one from his kid sister, Rose. Calling her back, he smiled as he packed up. "Hey, Rosie, how are ya? Yeah, yeah, I'm doing good, just living the dream. Business is good, how are you and the family? Good, good. Hey, I have a day or two off and I'm not too far from you, how about I come for a visit? That's fine, that's fine. I'll see you soon."
Hanging up he checked to see if anyone had pinged him about any other hunts, and looked at the news feed for anything. Finding one near his sister, he smiled knowing he could stay a little longer even if it was because of another hunt. If anyone knew what he really did they would probably commit him to a psych ward; it was the one rule he broke when it came to his family, still filling him with guilt. He felt it would put them in more danger if they found out, he wasn't about to let that happen to the ones he loved.
Loading everything into the car he headed out as the memory of his father dying right before his eyes returned. He was still searching for the werewolf that had killed his father; his hand absentmindedly going to his torso where his scars lay underneath his shirt. He wasn't sure how he had lucked out on that one; he should have been dead too. It had opened his eyes that they truly weren't alone in the world; now he hunted those who threatened their livelihood. Turning up the music, he smiled as he made his way down the long road to Rose's house.
I Zeke Harminson have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Let your voice be heard.