Emilia Derricks | Hunter Aug 28, 2022 18:39:45 GMT -5
Post by Emilia on Aug 28, 2022 18:39:45 GMT -5
Full Name: Emilia Anne Derricks
Nickname/Alias: Em, Emmy, Mia
Age/Date Of Birth: July 20, 1997
Occupation: Singer / Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Ana de Armas
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Music, especially country, indie pop and latin rock
❤ Dressing up
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ People making assumptions about her
✗ Racism and discrimination in general
✗ Sleeping alone
Fears (At Least 2):
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Make a living off of music
★ Become the best hunter she can be
★ Save as many people as she can
Personality: She likes singing, enjoying a good drink and reading. Em researches a lot, and even if she started doing it out of necessity–to learn as much as possible about the supernatural–, she now does it because she enjoys it; she will happily spend a day off drinking beer or wine, enjoying the cold winter with a blanket and one of the classics. She is a very social person but keeps everyone at arm's length when it comes to her personal life. She also likes languages a lot, speaking both English and Spanish fluently, communication is something that comes easily to her. Em is addicted to coffee (but all hunters are, nothing new there) and cigarettes.
Something she dislikes very much is people making assumptions about her, about who she is and where she comes from. She dislikes supernatural creatures very much, and thinks that hunters normalizing them is a dangerous thing that she’s seen happening way too often lately. Emilia won’t kill anything that moves if it’s not human, but she will not give second chances: you give her the smallest reason to attack, and she will.
She has a flirty attitude that people notice when meeting her way before realizing Emilia deeply cares about others, having a selfless, nurturing and devoted personality that she often tries to hide because of what she does and how she lives, but she lets it shine through music and her actions. When she first meets people, she uses her social skills to hide the fact that more usually than not, Emilia will be uncomfortable and guarded, which could even make her seem awkward although it doesn't happen too much, she's learned how to act to fit within a group of people, being charming and inviting.
Positives (At Least 3):
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Overly sensitive
Parents: Douglas and Andrea Derricks
Siblings: Two younger brothers: Max and Leon
Other Family: Her aunt, Petra Rossi
Important Others: No one in particular
"Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes."
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
Supernatural creatures are monsters, just that. Animals that you hunt and kill before they can bring more pain into this world.
Em was the first born daughter of Douglas and Andrea Derricks. She was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, which was her mother’s hometown. She lived there until the day she turned 5, which is when her parents decided to move to America, back to her father’s hometown. Both her little brothers, Max and Leon, were born in the US, and they lived a normal life until the summer of 2011. The whole family had decided to go camping to Little Molas Lake Campground, San Juan national forest in Colorado; two days after they got there, a pack of werewolves attacked and killed them all but Emilia. She had managed to hide and ended up with a very nasty scar on her back, and a trauma that wouldn't let her live a normal life ever again.
She hid inside of a cave and got found by the rangers almost two days after, bloody, dehydrated and terrified. When she told them what she’d seen, they tried to convince her about the fact that it had been wolves that attacked her family, but she knew that was not the truth, Em knew what she’d seen and would not let anyone tell her otherwise.
After the incident, though, she got sent to South America, to Argentina, where her mother’s sister, Petra, was living. She had to spend years there, finishing high school, re-learning Spanish and then going into college. She had always loved singing, and so the girl ended up enrolling into an academy for singers. But all these years, what had happened to her parents and brothers would not let her sleep at night so the moment she got offered a scholarship in America to continue studying she took the opportunity to go back. Only she never really made it to school there.
Instead, Emilia decided to become a hunter, a very dedicated woman who spends her days learning about how to kill every kind of creature she can learn of, keeping a journal to remind herself of every monster, every weakness, every single piece of information she can find. Very old school with her methods, Emy hasn't learned yet about the fact that “supernatural being” does not necessarily mean “bad”. And even if she’s now fully dedicated to her sort of hunting career, she still sings in bars while on the road, earning enough money by doing so, to be able to survive and keep her 2018 Quicksand Toyota Tacoma TRD in shape.
Alias: Thea / Dean's Amulet
How did you find us?: Discord
Experience: A lot
Other Characters: Thea Rogers, Christina Grant, Amber Maes, Astrid Bingley, Bridget Bishop, Brooke Rosenberg, Castiel, Heather Davies, Janet Grant, Jason Riggs, Jo Harvelle, JT Marx, Madelyn Bartlett, Odette Stewart, Reagan Stark, Rebecca Owens
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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