Noah Leonardo Reid | Hunter

Full Name: Noah Leonardo Reid
Nickname/Alias: Leo
Age/Date Of Birth: 30 October 12, 1992
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter/Artist
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Tom Payne




Excellent marksman, Skilled with various firearms and a bow & arrow.





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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Smoking
❤ Art
❤ Photography
❤ Cooking
❤ Collecting

Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Corporations
✗ Crowds
✗ Being hungover
✗ Showing his art to people
✗ His own brain

Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being locked up in a mental institution
☬ Dying alone
☬ Freezing to death

Goals (At Least 1):
★ Get the courage to open an art gallery

Personality: Miles and miles and miles
Travel the world and back so many times
With nothing on my back but a guitar and a smile
Chasing a dream only fools like me would follow

Nomad| Jeremy Renner

Noah is kind to a dangerous point. Growing up with a hunter for a father he was trained to see the bad in everything and everyone. He was told not to trust anyone because the world is a dangerous dark place. Only the toughest will survive. He is extremely tough but he still sees the rainbow in the rain, the flower in the weeds.

First one in last one out. He will take a bullet for a stranger. If he likes you then you will always have someone that has your back till the end of time. His protective side means he does lie a bit to keep people safe and comfortable. He knows basic first aid skills that he learned along the way. Nothing impressive but he can help bandage a minor cut and he knows CPR. That he learned from his mother while he was younger before she was killed. She always told him it was important to be able to help people.

He has a habit of collecting trinkets from things and people that he's killed. He doesn't call them trophies, more like reminders so he never forgets what he's done even if it was to help another person. Probably not the healthiest part of his personality.

Early in the morning, feet stuck underground
Gotta fix my cup of caffeine, then I'm turning things around, yeah
Climbing up the mountain, a piano on my back
Gotta cut it loose, throw away the noose and forget about the past

Compromising Me| William Beckett

Noah is tough and assertive but not to a domineering point but he's also not a submissive type. He is very beta, in the middle. Dominating when he needs to be. Submissive when absolutely necessary.

Another negative aspect of his personality is how easily he gets addicted to things. Cigarettes, alcohol, even a small stint with narcotics. Not the best chapter of his life but something he learned from nonetheless. He still has cravings sometimes and that's usually when he chain smokes like a campfire and drinks like a fish.

He dables in photography and is a rather impressive artist. His work is typically a little light surrounded by darkness, demons and monsters. He is very private with his artwork so if he shows you that means he likes you. He does sell his paintings and his photos to make money on the side but he always sells anonymously. He can also play several instruments and isn't above panhandling when desperate.

It's been twenty-eight days since I've seen the sunshine
'Cause I just can't seem to lift this cloud away
I swear all the tears I've cried could fill an ocean
I've been swimming in the sea of misery

I don’t wanna be sad| Simple Plan

Despite his general positive outlook on life Noah is suffering mentally. He is plagued deeply by depression when alone and he has started to display schizophrenic behavior. Though in the world of the supernatural who's to say those twisting shadows in the corner aren't really there. He refuses to see anyone about it for the fear of being actually diagnosed and medicated or worse committed. Dying alone and freezing to death used to be his biggest fears but his biggest fear is actually being locked away in a mental health facility for the rest of his life.

Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Kind hearted
✧ Creative
✧ Determined
✧ Loyal

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Self- Sacrificing
✦ Self- Sabotaging
✦ Addictive personality

Parents: Grant Reid (Hunter, Deceased), Tracy Reid (Civilian, Deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Noah Leonardo Reid was born October 12, 1992 in Corpus Christi Texas to Grant and Tracy Reid. His father was a hunter and his mother was an elementary school teacher. His father was gone all the time and when he turned 4 his parents got divorced and his mother gained custody of him. His mother was a kind and gentle soul and is responsible for his kind heart. Growing up Noah didn't know anything about the supernatural. He painted, got into photography, played the guitar and the piano. His life was normal despite his growing depression as he got older. At 15 his mother was killed in a street robbery gone wrong forcing his father back into his life. His world was flipped upside down as his father thrust him into the world of the supernatural at such a young age.

He started training him how to fight and his mood got worse. At the age of 23 he left his father to hunt on his own and try to make something of his life. Unfortunately after getting caught up with a bad group of people he spent some time in jail, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time but couldn't prove his innocence. After getting out he fell into some trouble with narcotics to try to numb his brain. During that time he continued to hunt but his heart wasn't in it. It felt like he was on autopilot. He dumped himself back into his art and photography and used that to pay the bills.

Noah got clean, well cleanish. He still has an addiction to smoking, alcohol and sugar. This boy almost always has something sugary in his mouth or hand. He loves lollipops, h e has a bit of an oral fixation. The young hunter pulled into town recently and after realizing he can't leave he has tried to accept it and settle in. He is thankfully able to sell his images and his art so he isn't totally poor. He has to be able to pay for his alcohol, cigarettes and lollipops somehow. While he is still a kind person and would give you the shirt off his back his brain is starting to falter a bit. He is starting to see things that aren't there and hear things that aren't actually being spoken. He isn't sure what to do. He's scared to tell anyone so he is suffering in silence. But he's trying to make the most out of everything. The best that he can.





Alias: Bella
How did you find us?: Thea
Experience: 19 years
Other Characters: Arabella Way
RP Sample: There were days that Bella would wake up in a shitty motel room in some state that she couldn’t remember and she would just pull the blankets over her head and wish she was back home in New York. This was one of those days. She was tracking rumors in the hunting world of some vampires making a mess in Texas; vampires were her least favorite thing besides ghosts. They were relatively easy to hunt but because of what happened to her mentor in the past with a hunt gone wrong she hated them. Bella sighed and looked up at the white ceiling in her motel room and she wished that she was back in her comfy bed in New York getting ready to go to the dance studio and spend several hours doing ballet because that was what she should be doing. She shouldn’t be getting ready to go lie to federal agents just to insert herself in a crime scene to see if it was vampires, then she shouldn’t be getting ready to go chop their heads off with a machete because that wasn’t the real world. Unfortunately that was her world now.

She sighed deeply and finished the rest of her redbull as she parked her old red jeep a couple blocks away from the crime scene. She hated dealing with the feds because it was damn near impossible to pretend to be one of them when they knew what an actual FBI agent was supposed to look and act like. It always made her nervous. She preferred hunts where she rarely had to pretend to be someone else, thankfully she was very good at acting and had a wonderful fake badge to go along with it. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and boots since it looked a little rainy outside and she had a nice long black pea coat that cinched at her thin waist. She was short and she got some looks as she walked up to the tape and flashed her badge to walk in.

This was clearly the work of at least one vampire and she hoped she was dealing with a singular one and not a nest, nests were always harder to get rid of when you were working by yourself. “I can guarantee you won’t find a single drop of blood belonging to the victim anywhere either. Or defensive wounds.” He wouldn’t have been able to fight back if he wanted to. “Hi sorry. My name is Arabella Way. I’m from the New York branch. Anything you can tell me about the victim?” She asked curiously. It might help if she could know a little about why the man was killed or if it was a random attack. She did however know that more bodies would start piling up and it was up to her to make sure that didn’t happen. No pressure or anything.