Post by Reagan Stark on Feb 19, 2021 3:10:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Reagan Lorraine Stark
Nickname/Alias: Ray, Ree
Age/Date Of Birth: 26 (January 2, 1995)
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Lucy Hale
Abilities
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Special Inventory
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Weapons (especially firearms)
❤ Lore in general, with a big interest for ancient civilizations
❤ Red wine (her favorite is carménère)
❤ Adrenaline, in any way it may come
❤ Tea
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Small, enclosed places
✗ Situations that are out of her control
✗ Big, aggressive dogs
✗ When things don’t go her way
✗ Being ignored
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being abandoned
☬ Planes
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To be a great hunter
★ To be able to drop her walls one day and not regret it
Personality: Reagan has a very emotionally intense personality, which makes a compassionate, sensible and empathic person but also means she develops strong emotional attachments to people, places, memories, and things. Although she is not an empath, Ray might identify with or absorb other's emotions to a point where she can be overwhelmed by what they see, feel and perceive. This kind of dependency comes from the fact that she's always felt abandoned from a young age, which makes her try to get close to things and people around her in order to "belong", wanting to keep the ones she cares about close to her and feeling devastated when that doesn't happen and she ends up reliving the abandonment that she carries inside of her as a permanent fear.
She is a very stubborn person and, in some ways, this is a huge contrast with how dependent she can be when it comes to other people, because in order to keep them around, at some point of her life she adapted to a point where her own 'self' would get lost among the other person's will; as she grew up, matured and found herself as a person, this fear of letting go of her own ideas, convictions, decisions and at times, identity pushed her to this firmness when it comes to them; in the same regard, Reagan started building walls around her to protect herself: she is a very sassy and ironic person, a tough girl who takes no bullshit from anyone. Deep down, she is still as caring and as sweet as she was years ago, but all of that is guarded and reserved for few people, so she can come off as not caring at all and even cold at first, and in order to get to know the softer, more vulnerable side, people need to get past this tough exterior.
Straightforward, dominant, very bold and resourceful; Reagan appears to be a very strong person, but in truth she is always hoping that someone will be able to take over and give her the same safety she tries to maintain herself. She gives as much and the same way that she wishes to receive, and that applies to everything—and when it comes to the few people she is comfortable enough to be herself with? Ray will proudly do anything she can to show that she loves and cares about them deeply.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Resilient
✧ Both street-smart and book-smart
✧ Caring
✧ Passionate
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Impulsive
✦ Emotionally intense
✦ Stubborn
✦ Sassy
Parents: Max Stark and Holly Whitmore-Stark
Siblings: Two brothers: Harrison and Linc, and two sisters: Madison and Kennedy.
Other Family: There are other family members, none close to her and most of them coming from long lines of hunters coming from both sides of the family.
Important Others: David (her ex boyfriend and father of her daughter), Erin (her daughter)
History: Reagan is one of the youngest among the Stark family. For this reason, she was left out of most of the hunts when she was growing up, only hearing about them from her sister Kennedy, who was one of the few who seemed to want to listen to her, which made her develop a deeper bond with her than the rest of her siblings. This is the reason why Kennedy’s disappearance hit her so hard when it happened and the fact that she was presumed dead? That cut deep within her and, in a way, it made her stronger, able to overcome what she thought would be the biggest pain she’d ever go through; having to move on from that event when she was only eight years old hardened her, it made her tougher and gave her a goal: she was going to be the best at what she does. To honor her sister, Reagan decided to become the best hunter she could be, investing most of her time in training and studying, even if it kept her from enjoying other things in life sometimes, like her social life—although it’s something she still enjoyed every time she could, using her charming personality and social skills to make friends wherever she went, not afraid to speak her mind, blunt and sassy as she is, it tended to make people like her, because of how genuine Reagan was around them.
Years went by, and by the time she turned fourteen her sister, Kennedy waltzed back into her life. She called them, apparently alive and well, and saying that what had happened all those years ago is that she’d run away with a girl named Jade. This changed things for Reagan: she felt betrayed, sad, angry but more than anything? Ray felt abandoned. The one person she’d always thought would be there for her had willingly left without even telling her; what was even more outrageous was the fact that her parents decided to just let Kennedy go her own way with this newfound family of hers—a decision Reagan would understand in time, for she knew you couldn’t force people to stay when they didn’t want to. So yes, she respected her sister’s wishes… up until when she turned eighteen. Because even if Reagan knew she wouldn’t be able to make her stay, she is as stubborn as they come and decided that she deserved answers. So right after her birthday came, she grabbed her bags and left to find her sister.
But even if she thought she knew everything she needed to, Reagan found herself struggling. It was one thing to see her parents and big siblings earning the money by scamming people while playing pool, cards, or other things; but doing it herself? Turns out the lack of experience was costing her, and it was costing her a lot. She managed to steal a 2015 blue Ford Focus, but that’s all the luck she got. Little by little, Reagan started getting more desperate, because it was getting hard for her to even get enough money for gas or food. And it got to a point where she started questioning her own morals, spending days parked outside of a house in a suburban neighborhood while thinking of whether she would be able to get away with robbing the family. It wouldn’t be that bad, would it? Just get in and out real quick, while they weren’t around, it wouldn’t be worse than scamming an old drunk man at a bar. And so she tried it; two weeks she spent observing them and their behavior, their schedules, all so that one night, when they were out for the weekend, she could try to get inside of the house.
That night, Reagan found herself feeling a lot more nervous than expected, not sure if she would be able to pull it off, not too happy about her decision; but she was in desperate need. And she went for it because of that. It was late at night when she silently made her way over to the privacy fence, dressed in black and staying out of sight as much as possible; and Ray thought she was prepared. So how could she miss it? How could she miss the huge black Bullmastiff that lived in there?
As soon as she got past the fence, she first heard and then saw the big dog charging at her and making her resolve disappear completely, because of how out of the blue it was; she had dealt with monsters, but this was unexpected, and her reaction to it? It was fear, because this time things had gotten out of her control. She ran back, trying to get over the fence again. But the nerves and the fear seemed to be rendering her useless despite all her training, which only increased how panicked she was feeling. And then, as fast as it had started, it was as if the dog had disappeared. It went quiet, and as Reagan turned around, reaching for her gun, she heard a male voice. At first, it made her want to just pull out the gun and shoot, with how scared she was—but the voice was soothing, and it was telling her that everything would be okay. Her eyes then landed on a man, and it was as if suddenly, she could breathe again; those blue eyes and that easy smile, they made her feel like she was home, in a way that Reagan couldn’t explain. As if they simply clicked, and everything else made sense from then on.
David, that’s who he said he was, and as he introduced himself, holding his hands up with a smile as if to assure her he wasn’t going to try to hurt her, Ray spared a glance towards the dog only to realize that he had thrown a slab of raw steak to keep its attention from them both. He helped her get over the fence and once they were out, gave her an explanation of how he had ended up in that yard with her. Turns out David had been observing her, just as much as she had been observing the family; he had planned to rob the house and realized he wasn’t the only one, being a lot more experienced than Reagan was. That night they didn’t sleep, much like one of those cheesy movies, they ended up talking until dawn came, exchanging stories and sitting inside of Reagan’s car to avoid the cold. The dark-haired man told her about his past, of how he had been kicked out of his house as a teenager and had gotten used to living on the streets, resorting to robbery as a result; and in turn, she told him about her story, keeping out the details of the supernatural to spare him the horror and also to keep him from thinking she was crazy.
And ever since that night, they became inseparable. David took Reagan under his wing, and she also decided she would teach him of other ways, different ways of surviving. They created a balance between who they were, becoming new, better people from it. He learned how to survive the way hunters do, which still involved stealing, in a way, by scamming people, playing with them; and Ray learned about David’s ways too. They would occasionally rob a house or two, and there was such complicity between the two of them, that it always, without an exception, went smoothly. They only stole what they needed, and had their fun. For once, Reagan felt like she had a home, a family that wouldn’t betray her the way she had been before.
Every day was a thrill, different and new to both of them and they got caught in that exciting world so much that little by little, nothing mattered other than them. They started forgetting about their moral compass as long as they could keep each other safe, as long as they kept that adrenaline that was like gasoline to their engine. And as it usually happens, one thing led to the other and Reagan ended up getting pregnant. And there was one problem with that: it was not part of the plan.
Once again, she felt like control was slipping away and that she had gotten herself into a situation she could not fix, no way out of it. It terrified her, having to tell him—which is why she simply decided to ignore it for as long as she could; but when she started to show, Ray was left with no other choice but to come clean, knowing that David would find out himself if she didn’t. The day she finally decided to tell him, it was as if he didn’t know how to react: there were awkward silences, a distance between the two that had never been there before and it made Reagan almost dizzy, scared that once again she would end up losing what she loved the most. David said he needed time to think, but that afternoon they had planned to jump into their Bonnie and Clyde personas, and once that happened? It was back to normal, all about the job. Or so she thought.
Somehow, and maybe it was because of how distracted they both had been, David and Reagan got separated during the heist and he got caught. Ray, however, never saw what happened to him and assumed that the man had decided he wanted to take off without her, after thinking it over, choosing not to be a part of their kid’s life, or hers. And it made her spiral because once again she was being abandoned, her heart broke into a million pieces as if it had never healed from what had happened with Kennedy. It felt like getting stabbed a hundred times, like an invisible force was crushing her bones and killing her from the inside. But if anything, Reagan was a resilient woman, and that deep and devastating sadness turned into anger; the same anger that she’d felt when her sister left. She once again hardened as a person, remembering who she was and what her goal was. She had been distracted for far too long and decided that going back to the hunting life would give her back who she used to be. And not only that: Reagan also decided that she would be hunting more than just the supernatural, she would also find Kennedy once and for all, if anything to tell her how she felt about her leaving like that, to let her know how she had hurt her so deeply that it was affecting her even to this day. She wouldn’t admit to it, but the young woman also needed to feel she was home again, now that David was gone, and despite the anger, Kennedy was the only one that came to her mind when she thought about it.
And life went on. She eventually gave birth to a healthy baby and decided to find a family that could give her everything she couldn’t; Reagan found a woman that desperately wanted a daughter, someone who would take care of her and be a great mother in ways that she could never be, because of who she was and how she lived. Part of her would never forgive herself because, in a way, she was doing the exact same thing that had hurt her so much: she was abandoning her own daughter. But the fact that she was doing it because she wanted to keep her safe? It served as consolation, there would be no way a baby would fit into her lifestyle; she could be many things, but a mother was not one of them.
She moved on, the scars from her past always present but not as painful as they had been before. And eventually? Reagan found Kennedy, and as time heals, it also healed their relationship. Maybe she would never trust so entirely, so deeply as she did back when she was a kid or when she met David, but Ray found herself in a place where she could feel genuine love for her sister again, she could try to forgive and even though he would never forget? All those wounds only made her stronger in the end, it helped her learn how to take care of herself, how to be able to move on from things, from people, from life itself, and adapt. Reagan was no conventional hunter because life had taught her to be resourceful, to take anything she could and work with it to get the job done.
Alias: Dean's Amulet (Thea)
How did you find us?: Discord
Experience: Over a dozen years
Other Characters: Becca, Odette, Amber, Cas, JT, Janet, Heather, Bridget
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 now 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.
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