Sarah Rogers | Hunter | End Of The Road

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Sarah Rogers | Hunter Apr 5, 2022 13:14:28 GMT -5

Post by Sarah Rogers on Apr 5, 2022 13:14:28 GMT -5

Full Name: Sarah Margaret Rogers

Nickname/Alias: Sar, Maggie (from her uncle), Maverick (from her ex-fiance)

Age/Date Of Birth: 37; Born July 10, 1984

Race: Human

Occupation: Hunter; former bartender

Species Group: Hunter

Play-By: Lea Seadoux

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Special Inventory

Special items that are bought from the store will go here.

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Likes:
💚 Classic rock and the 70s/80s - From Breakfast Club to StarWars,

Aerosmith to Fleetwood Mac, she's definitely nostalgic. She hasn't updated
her car's cassette deck and doesn't plan to, because she'll never get rid of
her classic tapes.
💚 Researching and reading - She doesn't mind doing the book work for a
case, and she's not ashamed that she'd read things like Lord of the Rings.
💚 Blueberry anything - Literally anything, its probably classifiable as an
addiction.
💚 Whiskey - Bourbon preferably. She's not picky really when it comes to
alcohol but whiskey is definitely a favorite.

💚 The simpler things - She may not be keen on jumping back to some civilian
apple pie life and small/kind gestures may throw her off a bit but
she appreciates them.

💚 Coffee. Lots of coffee.

Dislikes:

✗ Compartentalization/dishonesty - It probably makes her a serious hypocrite
for feeling such a way but she doesn't handle these very well. She may tend to
do it herself a lot but when someone else lies to her or hides things from her
She doesn't do well with it and its probably due to a need to have something
stable to depend on.

✗ Killing innocents - She hates killing someone seemingly innocent without

thinking of another option first, and she feels guilty if ever someone dies on
her watch.

✗ Being treated like a damsel/disrespect - She’s very much about handling
things herself and as a result doesn’t take help often nor easily. She also
doesn't take people disrespecting those whom she cares about nor herself
very quietly at all.

✗ Pineapple - Being allergic to it has certainly ruined her view of it.
✗ Waiting - She's patient when need be but eventually she gets antsy and
impatient.

✗ Damage to her car - She is protective of her car, with it being some of the
only things she has left of her family and her first ever car essentially, given
to her by her uncle. She'd rather rebuild it from scratch than get a new one
if she could help it and is not happy when it gets damaged.

Fears:

☬ Losing people she loves/cares about - As stated in the second bullet point
below, she internalizes things. She also subconsciously gets attached without
totally realizing it and so when she loses them, it hits her hard.

☬ Failing - Mistakes happen yes but Sarah has a tendency to internalize hers
and classify that as failures. Whether it be getting someone killed, not being
able to protect them or not finding a way out of someone….failures, they
tend to be her downfall.

☬ Flying/falling - Planes? Not her favorite. She'll deal but if she can get
away with driving somewhere rather than flying? She'll take that opportunity.

☬ Dolls - Absolutely not, in her opinion. They're 'creepy evil lil things that
might just try to kill you in your sleep like Annabelle' if you ask her and she
is borderline terrified of them on serious levels.

Goals:

★ To make her parents proud and save other people from the hidden side of
the world that ruined her family, rather than make the same mistakes again.

Personality
Sarah is much like her parents, in the sense that there are some things she just innately picked up from them; love for classic rock and music from the 70s, classic 80s movies, all that jazz. But in being raised by her uncle, she took a lot after him; loyal to a fault, headstrong, yet caring and compassionate deep down. Sarah can be a nerdy geek at times, sometimes awkward. But even with having empathy, she has a bit of a temper, and snark that can make her annoying at times. She’ll always have her friends and family’s back however, and never backs down till she’s knocked down. She’ll always get back up to fight.
Sometimes doubt can be her downfall though, if not her stubbornness, and this does conflict with the generally confident mindset and demeanor. If she seems bipolar, yeah that’s why. Her wheel of emotions isn’t the most balanced and its probably because of how she grew up. But she’ll still make an effort to put herself in check, when her brain does kick in.
Given she grew up with an ex-Marine as a parental figure, she learned to take orders and follow them, despite an internal need to defy them–blame her mother for that gene. But she also gained other traits, like a tendency to kick doors rather than knocking either when something is urgent, needing to get someone’s attention, or simply when hands are occupied at the given moment. In short, she’s not easy to forget even when her default instinct is to push people away and run from her feelings, often drowning her problems with alcohol instead of facing them. Long drives, night drives, fast drives, any driving really, is one sure way for her to relax. She’s bound to rack up speeding tickets if she’s not careful but the driver seat of her Plymouth Duster is where she’s most comfortable.

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Traits

Positives:

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[/span] ✧ Sass
✧ Strong-willed
✧ Loyal
✧ Protective
✧ Generally confident[/div][/font]

Negatives:

✦ Sometimes too stubborn
✦ Bit of a temper
✦ Avoidance tendency
✦ Slightly impatient sometimes
✦ Snarky
✦ Defiant

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Parents: Joseph and Addison Rogers (deceased)
Siblings: None living
Other Family: James Rogers (uncle)
Important Others: Mason Tombs (ex-fiance, deceased)

History:

Sarah Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York in the summer of 1984 to retired hunters Addison and Joseph. Her father, an ex-Marine, had been a mechanic and her mother had been a diner waitress. Apple-pie jobs in an apple-pie life that they’d attempted to have, to provide for their daughter. Sarah had always been close to her father, even if she only remembers bits of it. He always made blueberry pancakes or waffles on weekends, she remembered that. With her mother, music was a big thing, she could recall. Most of her music preference and knowledge probably came from her mother. In fact some of the tapes she kept in her car had actually belonged to her mom. Their life was, well, pretty much perfect, all things considered. Two parents with normal jobs, an uncle, one baby girl and by the time Sarah was 4 there was a second kid on the way...happy family, happy life, it was as plain as things could be for two hunters settling down.

But could hunters ever really get out of the hunting life? Was it really a surprise that when Sarah was 4, she was sent to stay with her uncle because of a hunt gone wrong? It shouldn’t have been. What was only meant to be a couple weeks and one last hunt turned out to change little Sarah’s entire life, when they were killed on the job. The crazy part was that it wasn’t even monsters that did them in, it was a group of hunters gone mad who essentially became Red Market traffickers, targeting other hunters. Her uncle, who had only been 15 at the time, was forced to look after her himself, at least in large part because his father had to work long hours to bring in the money to support both children.
Upon her death near the end of his junior year, it was all on James to raise her, which meant working more hours at the autoshop until he graduated and enrolled in the Naval Academy. He taught her near everything she knows, from cars to hunting, from the very basics of parenting (as best as he could anyway) to fighting. He even took her to her gymnastics classes and taught her a few languages, helping her excell in school. Good thing too considering her rebellious tendencies throughout highschool. One thing he may have left out was decent cooking but hey, who’s counting, he got her through to adulthood, despite him leaving her when he deployed as a Navy SEAL for about 4 years.

Whatever bond they had however, broke near the end of her final year of highschool when she found out he lied, or more accurately compartmentalized technically, about what happened to her parents. The fight that ensued didn’t end very well and resulted in her moving out, running away as soon as she graduated. But even then her luck wasn’t that great. The man she’d traded hunting for a job as a bartender to settle down with and even became engaged to, was killed by a shapeshifter whom she’d failed to finish the job on, just over a year prior to this incident. Adding salt to the wound, she’d also lost the baby with whom she was pregnant when the fight for hers and her fiance’s life took place, Sarah being the only survivor. And that, perhaps, was what convinced her to never have attachments, returning back to the hunting life and never looking back. She hasn’t spoken to her uncle in years now, and doesn’t plan to let her past mistakes repeat. Hunt down as many sons of bitches as she can and raise a little hell, that’s her company line now.

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Alias: Auri
How did you find us?: An ad through partnerships in a server on Discord called SPN: The Family Business.
Experience: I've been roleplaying for around 6 years, but only literately on Discord for about 3 years. No Proboards experience, this will be my first.
Other Characters: None yet

RP Sample:

There may be a certain irony that came with the song playing through the speakers, turned up enough to be heard over the wind coming through the open windows but Sarah was oblivious to it. The blonde sang each word right along with the music as KISS's 1984 hit Heaven's on Fire played from the cassette she'd picked for this particular drive. She wasn't in the mood for relying on her music app, nor did she want to station surf, and this? This was hitting the spot. It was definitely a pick-me-up that she could never say no to, and with the job she was going into? She was probably going to need whatever lucky feeling that tape deck could offer her. Not to say that she wasn't a good hunter, because she was, but the headline she'd followed was of victims being drained of all the blood on their body. Now, at first glance yes that sounded like an average job.
But she was in for it, she simply had yet to discover that fact. Regardless, Sarah parked her car outside the home of the first witness she'd tracked down, to get a firsthand story from them. Taking one last glance over the newspaper clipping she'd printed out and the address she'd written down, one glance up towards the house number was all that stood between her getting out of the car and nudging it's door closed after a moment.

"If I had half the money these fuckers must be rolling in..." She muttered to herself, snorting lightly as she shook her head before heading up the path to the front door. It was certainly a very nice house, at least nicer than she could ever afford, hell they even had a sprinkler system in the front yard. The epitomy of suburbia in her minds eye. But with her knuckles connecting with the door in a short knock that was just gentle enough to be distinguished from a cop knock, considering she was going with the journalist cover, the spunky blonde pushed down her judgement for the moment in favor of a friendly smile when the home owner opened the door. "Can I help you?" Came the man's response and Sarah, recognizing the slight tiredness of loss in his voice, let her gaze soften a bit.

"Apologies sir, I don't mean to trouble ya. I uh..I heard what happened, and I'm very sorry for your loss. My boss at the Daily is pushing for this story, though...of you wouldn't mind answering a question or two?" Play the sympathy card. Displace the image of being the asshole. It tended to work, not that she didn't care, because deep down she did; it was the reason she'd showed up to look into the case in the first place. But the strategy was there nonetheless, subtle as it was, and much to her favor, it was successful.

A few minutes later the woman was leaving again, a small wave and polite smile in place as she took her leave with a sympathetic goodbye before she was sliding back into her car letting the smile turn onto a slow exhale as she shut the car door. "Well then. Time to hit the books or peek at the morgue." Talking to herself as a way of thinking aloud, her key found the ignition bringing the engine to life and she leaned back in her seat with the decision made up in her mind. "Books it is, Google the shit out of this before somebody calls me an occultist....even if they technically wouldn't be wrong."
Snorting at the thought, she shook her head with a smirk and put the 1970 Duster into gear, pulling onto the road more with her motel room as her destination this time, humming along with her mixtapes yet again. And well….maybe a stop at the nearest burger joint wouldn’t hurt either, because who says coffee and something greasy isn’t the best brain food?

I Sarah have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman

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Last Edit: Apr 9, 2022 20:46:44 GMT -5 by Sarah Rogers

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