Post by Lyle York on Sept 13, 2013 9:52:04 GMT -5



Full Name:Lyle, York.
Nickname: He can only be nicknamed by a very special redhead. (Bunny-kins)
Alias: Jonah Wintergreen, John Wintergreen, and he has a broad number of names as fake law enforcer.
Age/Date Of Birth: 31, April 12th 1982
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter / Horror author
Species Group: Hunter.
Play-By: Jim Sturgess
Abilities
Lyle is very proficient in the usage of guns he is equally comfortable with a hand revolver, a P-90, or a two barrel riffle. He dabbles from small guns with just one round, single action revolvers, to fully automatic guns. Anything with a trigger he can pull. He is not a very good sniper so he often has to opt out from facing enemies at a great distance.
Likewise, Lyle has learned to handle knives and blades of all sizes. Lyle for reasons is very skilled in the usage of pipes and batons as weapons. He is a dexterous hand-to-hand combatant and is only as disadvantage against creatures that surpass human possible strength. He can fight in short spaces with a relative ease. Lyle knows at least three different chants for exorcisms.
Lyle possesses indomitable will this is not a super power and there are ways in which he can be broken; but, he is harder to get than your regular human being, which is one of the perks that he gets from being a seasoned hunter.
Special Inventory
Hallowed Event Perks

Likes:
❤ His car
❤ Burgers~
❤ Bar brawls
❤ His shotgun
❤ Strawberries
❤ Loud Rock music
❤ Patting people on the head
❤ Playing pranks on unsuspecting people particularly when they are asleep.
Dislikes:
✗ Peaches
✗ Loneliness
✗ Evil demons
✗ Chick Flicks
✗ Crying people
✗ Nagging or obnoxious people
Fears:
☬ Death in general.
☬ Seeing someone he cares about deeply scarred for life.
☬ To end up becoming a monster like getting a vampire bite or something.
Goals:
★ To get a girlfriend
★ To hunts all evil things out there.
★ To find more about the mysteries of the world

Personality:
Astonishingly Lyle rarely gets down or depressed for the nature of his job. Sure, it gets down bloody and messy at times. There will be innocent caught in the crossfire and the evil things out there don’t respect anything from a baby to a pregnant lady. Lyle knows this, and for one, he accepts he can try and help out but, there so much one hunter can do. He can’t protect them all. He assumes the good guys are ought to win in the end, even if it is by mere insistence. Lyle likes to think of himself as a dependable hunter.
He can be candid, blunt, rough or overbearing at times. And half of the time the way he expresses himself will either rub people the wrong way or make them think he is a bit cuckoo. He is quite curte actually. He may sound or even say harsh truths or insensible statements, but he often speak out of concern and care. And when he is not, he just being dumb and short-sighted. Usually Lyle is quite a relaxed guy and hardly ever losses his cool not even to some bloody darn evil acts.
Mostly because the hunter side in him always analyses how likely is he to take this menace down. Allowing his anger to take over would only hamper his ability to hunt. He has learned to focus such desires on killing whatever that has harmed others. While on the job he usually focuses on the problem at hand. However, when he does get angry he can do some pretty stupid stuff. Demons in particular are really not of his liking and he feels a strong need to neutralize them. He may even try by any mean possible.
This is because he hates most black eyed demons with all his guts, mostly because he had seen a lot of gory stuff coming from them. He also he heavily dislikes humans who turn evil in any form. Evil witches and psychos alike. If he finds something is the work of a human instead of a monster, he is even more likely to trail them down passionately, and go after them with just as much eagerness as with any monster. He has actually caught serial killers for the police; despite the fact his badge is a fake XD.
Lyle could be described as a social-loner. He likes to hunt on his own partially because he assumes; that either other people will get on his way or he'll get on the way of some other hunter, and someone is bound to get hurt. But, he also works well in team with others. If he is called for help he’ll come in a hurry. Likewise, if he runs into another hunter he is very likely to stop, stay and help out. He is quite skittish about involving civilians but, he is very open about what’s out there and will gladly teach them a thing or two.
Traits
✧ He can be very witty: Lyle trademarks is to think up plans. He likes to think of every contigency and fashions himself as a pretty clever individual.
✧He can act quite bold: Lyle doesn't see himself as a white knight, but he believes sometimes risking one self is the best way to serve the cause. Afterall he holds no illusions of the life span of a hunter.
✧Persistence: Lyle hardly ever back down from a hunt or a fight. And just as much as he applies this rule to his job as a hunter, he practices it in his everyday life.
Negatives:
✦Arrogant nature: Lyle can be pretty conceited about a great many deal of things. This more often than not, puts him in the bad side of many people. Though, most of his friends put up with this because they know that while he can talk the big talk at the end of the day
✦ Tactless: Lyle is prone to bring out touchy subjects in a rather casual conversation, and his curiosity may lead him to ask directly or publicly sort of private questions. Lyle can be very naïve about they way people can take his inquiries. So he often may blurt out a question that’ll get him punched in the nose.
✦ Man, not those tears: No Lyle is not afraid of his own tears, because he always got something in his eye. But, children tears, woman tears or just teary people in general are one of his mayor weaknesses. He will feel awkward (more so if he is the cause for them). Though, he likes happy tears.
✦ Awful marksman: While Lyle can handle any gun like best cowboy in the west, he rather sucks when he is handed a long ranged riffle and is asked to shoot something from a great distance. He feels more comfortable going for things within earshot or sight. Rather than be cooked in some tall building, floors away.
✦ Gullible: Lyle at times, can and is pretty naive. His helpful good hearted nature makes it easier for bad people to take advantage of his better intentions. However, he is not likely to be forced to act against his own morals not even if they present a reasonable scenario that would justify a little evil for a greater good.
✦ Impulsive: Lyle has been known in the past for rushing into things. When he does -that is not very often- his good judgment goes out of the window and he has to cope later with the consequences of his actions.
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Parents: Timothy Frederick York (Dad) and Heather york (Mother).
Siblings: Timothy Jr York (Older snippy brother), Dana York (Twin sister) & Bonnie York (Younger rather crazy sister).
Other Family: There are not any living relatives in his father side of the family. He has a grandmother (Giovita Andrea Simmons), two aunts, an uncle, 3 cousins, and a nephew from her mother’s side. Dana is married and has two sons. Tim has a daughter named Samantha.
Important Others: He has many acquiantances hunters among them: Zachary Morgan, Damon Jones and Amber Jones.
History: Lyle’s dad was a hunter and one of the most fortunate ones out there. Not only he had survived through hell, but he was also able to find true love. Tim had lost all of his family to creatures and had lived as a hunter all of his life watching his mates fall and die many times. It wasn’t until he tracked a witch to the locality of Ellendale that his life changed. There, he had the pleasure of meeting Heather. A cheerful positive blonde that; would turn his lonely world upside down. Soon he married and even dabbled in the possibility of quitting hunting forever.
However, the wise advice of a friend of his reminded him: “You can quit the life but, sometimes the life doesn’t quit on you.” He continued to hunt. He had a family to call his own again. But, enough about him this is not his story this is the story of one of his son. Lyle had been interested in creatures, the mysteries of the world and hunting ever since he knew what was out there which was at a pretty early age. His father feared the most losing his family. That is why he taught every single member of it, about monsters and ways to defend themselves from them.
Although, it was pretty clear to Lyle that he wasn’t expected to follow in daddy’s footsteps, from a pretty early age he wanted to. Mostly because Lyle was attracted to the idea of fighting the big evils out there; protecting his family and loved ones. He used to steal his grandfather hunter journal from his dad things and would read the thing for hours. As he grew up his father would leave for a job for an undetermined amount of time but, Lyle lived under the constant watch of his beloved yet stern, mother. In school Lyle kept average grades. He entered the tracking team and basketball in high school to keep a good shape for future hunts and learned karate too.
Lyle first real brush with the supernatural (aside from the aloof hunter friend coming to visit his dad), happened when he was 14 at a summer camp. There was a Wendigo on the loose. Luckily for him there was a hunter nearby and the Wendigo just ate that annoying cabin leader that would pick on him and his friends. After that, a hunter showed up and burned the thing to a crisp. Lyle came back safe and sound and made his first hunter journal entry on this experience. A few years later Lyle was already pestering his dad to allow him to help out, much to the chagrin of his father.
By the time Lyle was 16 his father was allowing him to help out. That is, by reading books and looking for information on monsters not by actually coming head to head to one. Lyle took the opportunity and would take to read all about folk tales, legends, myths and whatever he could get his hands on. He continued to study on creatures, train in the usage of guns, weapons, learning exorcisms and protecting wards under the ever dutiful eye of his father. Lyle was 18 when he took his first active case; tagging along his father. It was clearing a house from the ghost of a family that had been murdered a few months earlier.
The ghosts were scary to see but, unlike some other haunting these souls were just regular ghost and had not yet become a menace to anyone. Just to keep things safe they salted and burned the bones. Not long after that it became quite clear to Lyle that his dad was doing his out most to keep him from active danger, therefore restraining the types of cases he could have. He did not take this very well. Not even a year after that Lyle sneaked on his dad; he wanted to hunt alone without the permission or aid of his father and went to take a case of his own. The dangerous task was clearing a nest of vampires in New Milford.
He took the assignment along with another young hunter. Lyle was young, impetuous and rather thoughtless; he learned a lesson the hard way. He almost got himself pinned for the vampires’ deeds and ended up putting the person coming along with him in serious danger. (Which; unsurprisingly was also a rash, young and inexpert). In the end, Lyle understood why his dad thought he wasn’t ready and learned to trust the old man. Even if it meant accepting not everything can be learned by training and books. Some things require actual experience.
For the next three year Lyle more or less behaved (he would still get himself thrown in plenty of troubles though). Lyle learned enough about hunting to the point even his dad had to accept he was becoming good at it. Four years later Lyle was hunting on his own. He filled his own journal with adventures and things he learned from other hunters. Lyle would still consult books and websites but, by 25 he had reached the point where he was able to remember a few things. Added to that Lyle had gotten to know some other hunters, witches and psychics that’d help him every once in a while.
In his spare time Lyle writes, mostly about supernatural stuff his books are more or less bad fictionalized hunter guides. He writes them as horror books and they don’t sell that well: His pen name is John or Jonah Wintergreen. Most of his books are short rather poorly written books. He also managed to finish his higher education: he has a minor in Wellness from NDSU. He is on the road most of the time; sometimes he stops by and hangs in his hometown. But, he almost never does stick around too much. Lyle lives the errant life of a hunter and never has felt the need to change that.
He bought a black Ford Thunderbird ’75 from an old man on one of his cases he and his car have never parted way ever since. He sees his car as a second home (he’ll even ditch a stay in a motel for his car backseat) and he loves to drive to a job. He is very possessive of Darcy and no one but, Lyle drives his car. As a hunter he has seen and done many hard things, and he still believes hunting is the right thing to do. Lyle is particularly edgy around demons and he has learned not to be entirely trigger happy with everything supernatural.

Alias: Lyle :3
How did you find us?: The lad known as Dean around here.
Experience: Some.
Other Characters:
Jarvis
Ithuriel
Torcher
RP Sample: Lyle was on the grass lying down with his back and his eyed scanned the clouds in the sky, like he had not a care in the world. Just a few hours ago he had been in one of those highly dangerous moments in which one is risking the life, however now he was completely safe. He only cared about the sweet feeling the grass under his arms provided and a soft breeze that was hitting his face moving a few errant strands of hair around. Lyle knew for sure, that this soothing moment of serenity would pass and soon he would have to get on his way reaching for his contacts.
The binding marks on his wrist were quite noticeable and even tough his forehead had stopped bleeding a single thread of dried blood was prominently adorning it, the evident marks of bruising and broken skin in his lip signaled that he had been roughed up quite a bit. But, Lyle was far from worried about this. If he could walk, breathe and was not spitting his own blood; he deemed himself ok. 'It’s no biggie' he would say to himself and he would go on with his day. There were very few things that could disturb for sure Lyle’s impassible personality. One of them was a wonderful redheaded woman that sometimes would delight him with her company.
The other one was his younger sister’s displeasing personality. Those were Lyle two exceptions. It wasn’t much but, for him they were both major issues. Once again Lyle pushed his body slowly upwards and he flinched unexpectedly when a familiar wave of intense pain that he had entirely forgotten about flashed across his ribs. Lyle gently pressed on the spot with the palm of his hand, closing an eye and clenching his teeth in an attempt to appease the uncomfortable sensation. Right about now he wished he could call a friend witch or a hospital ER. He would even welcome an angel out of heaven if such a thing existed.
That would be perfect, only Lyle knew of no such things as in all his years on the job he had never seen one. If they existed unlike demons they kept away from mankind. Maybe they would not even understand what meant to be human. Lyle closed his eyed and whipered. “Damn, I could use the help of a fluffy angel right about now. Heh, if one could spare a minute I would be thankful” Lyle was more or less muttering to himself but, unbeknown to him his words had been heard. What happened when Lyle opened his eyes was completely unexpected and shocking to him.
Lyle (that was pretty weak) jumped a good distance and widened his eyes like there was not tomorrow when someone appeared out of thin air. The hell? What is going on? Instinctively he reached for his handgun, the one of which of course he had been relieved of by his previous captor. Lyle shook his head and directed a very scared look at this new individual that came closer to him. This action caused Lyle to step back frantically his heart racing a mile per hour almost beating out of his chest, his body tensed up and soon his sight became blurry. Damn, it was all that blood loss soon the image before his eyes became black and he fell onto the ground.
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