Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 2:41:47 GMT -5
Full Name: Hadley Marie Klassen
Nickname/Alias: Hads
Age/Date Of Birth: 23, November 7th 1992
Race: Human
Occupation: Bartender
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Teresa Palmer
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Running - Hadley is a huge runner. She runs all the time/
❤ Working out - Like running, she does this a lot. Though it's mostly to fight insomnia and stress.
❤ Victoria’s Secret perfume – Love Spell, Be Seduced, Pure Seduction. Yumm.
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All alcohol - The harder the better, though.
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Snow – Snowmen, snow angels, hot chocolate, marshmallows, fire places, winter, Christmas, peppermint bark.
❤ Sweat pants - Comfy, oh yeah.
❤ Peaches – Anything peach, actually. Lip balm, perfume, candles. It’s her favorite scent and taste.
❤ Driving fast – Out on old country roads, there’s nothing better than blaring your music and driving fast. Hadley get’s a sense of freedom from it.
❤ Fettuccini Alfredo pasta – Especially with breadsticks from Olive Garden.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Bees – They sting, and honey is goopy.
✗ Ants – They bite and they crawl all over your skin and eat people in Africa.
✗ Scream-o music – There’s nothing to it!
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Drunk people – They always want to hug or cry or buy more drinks, and then they throw up and cry some more. Even though she can get a little wild, Hadley never gets shitfaced in public. She’s a mature women like that.
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Messy houses – Pick your clothes up, vacuum, dust, it’s not that difficult.
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Water (lakes, oceans, swimming pools) – Water is just bad juju in general.
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Demons, vampires, werewolves, all supernatural crap – She’s a hunter, of course she doesn’t like demons.
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Kids - Mostly because she feels super awkward around them, like she's gonna hurt them.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Drowning. Obviously not in a bath tub or shower, but pools, lakes, rivers, oceans, those all freak her out. – When she was seven, Hadley slipped through the ice on the top of a pond. Even though she was only underwater for a few seconds, it was one of the most terrifying moments in her life.
☬ Having to get a limb amputated. – Come one, does that sound fun to you?
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Getting close to someone, and then having them die. – Like her parents.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Maybe be a dental hygienist someday – Hadley was studying that in college, but quit after her parents death. Someday she might pick it back up again, she does have a thing for clean teeth.
★ Have a happy, easy, non-hunting life – White picket fence, kids, a dog, an easy job, a nice house in the country, the perfect husband. No hunting or demons or any of that ever again.
Personality: Hadley prefers to be alone. Not that she's a hermit, but just that she finds that she doesn’t like getting close to people. There’s a deep, lingering fear that she’ll hurt someone again. She likes when people show interest in her and act nice, but hates when they try to baby her or are too nosy. Hadley takes directions well, but will not tolerate disrespectful people. Ask her nicely and she's likely to do anything for you. Mostly she is a woman that doesn't like to attract a lot of attention to herself and tends to steer away from drama and disarray. But get her angry, or betray her, and she turns into a fire breathing dragon. She’s got a fiery temper. If she has a problem with you she'll state it, not being one to put on a fake smile and pretend to be someone's friend if in reality she actually finds them to be ridiculous.
Hadley likes when others come to her for help, she likes fixing problems. She doesn't have a lot of close friends, tending to have a larger number of acquaintances. She's timid when it comes to meeting new people and befriending them, because she believes that people are hard to trust. Hadley can often seem stuck up or gruff, since she prefers to be away from people, though she believes herself to be no better than anyone else. There are two sides of her; the rough outer-shell and the soft interior. You will rarely see the kind, gentler side of her. She's bit old-fashioned in the way that she wants people to prove that she can trust them before she goes and tells them everything about her life and really opens up. Trust has to be earned, not just given.
Traits
✧ Loyal - She loves deeply, and though it takes a while for her to trust someone, when she does she's got their back almost no matter what.
✧ Quick thinking - She's quick on her feet and with directions, and picks up on things quickly.
✧ Empathetic - Despite something seeming super tough and gruff and ice cold on the outside, she really does get hate to see good people hurt or struggle.
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Angers easily – It’s not so much that Hadley gets furious all the time, she just gets frustrated with people when she’s confused or scared. Or if someone treats her like she’d an idiot, or scolds her like she’s a child. When it comes to most things in life, she can let little things slide. But if something comes up during a hunt and someone does something dumb, that makes her angry
✦ Stubborn – Usually, she’s pretty set in her ways. That doesn’t mean she’ll never budge on what she believes though, it just make take some persuading.
✦ Sometimes doesn’t know when to shut her mouth when she gets on a role about a topic. – Pretty easy to understand. Hadley will get going on a topic, and just keep going and going, this usually takes place when she’s drunk. Alcohol only adds fuel to the fire.
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Parents: James Klassen – deceased at 51
Stephanie Klassen – deceased - 48
Siblings: Cole Klassen – 28
Rachael Klassen – 19
Other Family: Soren Vega – Hunting Partner – alive – 27
Important Others: Who is important to your character that is not related to them?
History: Hadley was born in a little town Called Lincoln Field, Maryland. On the weekends, you could pack your family into the car and drive to the beach. The water was never blue, but the green-brown color was enough to get the kids excited. The population of Lincoln Field was around 1,000, if that. There were three churches, one small hospital clinic, two grocery stores, one liquor store, a Laundromat, and a feed store. Everybody knew everybody, and that was the way the townspeople liked it. You got married, popped out a few kids, and then became a farmer or a nurse or a secretary. The whole goal was to live happily ever after.
She was raised in a family full of love. Her mother stayed at home and did household things, while her father was a preacher at a nearby church. They were no where close to being wealthy, but they were happy. That was all that mattered. Her grandparents lived a mile away, her cousins lived in the next town over, and her parents loved her very much. Being the middle child in her family, Hadley happily took on the role of the rebellious daughter. Through out her life, she was always the daring, wild, adventure seeking child. In high school she'd sneak out to bon fires and be out all night, sneaking into her room through her window in the morning. Sometimes she'd smoke a cigarette or two behind the bleachers with a older boy from school, or go skinny dipping in the lake with her friends on summer evenings.
While she was wild, Hadley was never bad. Every Sunday morning she sung in the choir at church, or watched children in the nursery while their parents were in service. Each Wednesday night she attended a youth group, and made baskets full of food and clothes to send to Africa and other countries in need. After she graduated high school and turned 18, Hadley got into an argument with her father about her desire to get a tattoo. He said her body was a holy temple, and shouldn’t be polluted with ink. And she said, “It’s my body. I’ll do what I want.” So she went to the next town over and got a tattoo, and when she returned home that evening her father refused to talk to her. He ignored her for the next week or so, and Hadley finally decided to apologize. As she walked out to the barn her family owned, enjoying the warm evening, Hadley had no idea how much her life would change in those brief moments.
The first thing that caught her eye as she entered the barn was the weird symbols on the walls. They looked like they were drawn in blood, but Hadley wasn’t sure. She turned to leave, to run back to her house and do something, maybe grab a knife or gun or something, her father called out to her. He explained to her what demons were, about how what she saw on the walls were anti-possession symbols, and how he was a hunter. He made her promise to keep it a secret, and she agreed on one condition: he had to teach her to be a hunter as well. Even though he was against it, James Klassen, taught her everything he knew. Hadley was accepted into a community college a half an hour away, hired as a waitress in a little café, and trained to be a hunter on her days off.
At the age of 21, Hadley killed her parents. She came home after a busy month of not seeing her parents, and they came at her. In self defense she ended up stabbing her father in the side, and the demon inside of him fled away. He bled out before she could do anything. When she finally shoved her mom into a demon trap, and attempted to exorcise her, things went all wrong. Hadley exorcised her mom, but the damage was already done. Her mom’s body was just an empty, dead shell. Filled with an overwhelming guilt and fear, she ran away. Of course not right that second, but after she was cleared by the police for having nothing to do with the supposed “murder” of her parents. Her young sister went to live with their grandparents, and her brother decided to drop out of college and get a job to try and help pay bills.
And Hadley fled. Her excuse to her family was that she’d found a job in Maine, and she just didn’t want to be around this town anymore, so she was taking it. But that was a lie. There was no job in Maine, there was no job anywhere. Hadley took the money she’d been saving up and left Lincoln Field in a rush. She moved across the United States, continually hopping from town to town. In Utah, she found a job as a waitress in a little diner and a cheap room for rent in an elderly women’s home. For a few months, she shied away from anything supernatural. The second she caught a whiff of it, she’d leave. Then Hadley met Soren one evening at work, and then he came in the next night, and the next night. And mysterious, supernatural occurrences began happening and disappearing around town. So she used her deductive reasoning skills and wormed enough information out of him to conclude that he was a hunter. You could say that he’s her closest friend, and a hunting partner/teacher. If she doesn’t know something, he teaches her. If Soren needs help on a hunt, she helps him to the best of her abilities.
Hadley is just trying to survive now, drifting wherever hunting takes her.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: Old site!
Experience: Years
Other Characters: @allocer, @asmodeus, @valentine
RP Sample:
Some nights were impossible, and this was one of them. Remy was tired, and annoyed at nearly everyone that entered the club. It seemed like every little girl was up here trying to get the boys at the bar to give her a free drink and the men were no better. They swaggered up to the bar like they were the toughest boys on the block and started calling her ‘baby’ and ‘honey’, like they had a chance at getting it in with her. Not all of them were ugly, or entirely unattractive, but she preferred her men to be a little more composed. Remy was working a double shift because some asshole couldn’t be bothered to show up to his shift, and that just added to her anger. Who did that? A person that ditched work deserved to be fired, and Remy seriously hoped he did. She hated wishing bad things on other people, but wouldn’t be terribly upset if the guy got fired. This wasn’t some child’s play job, and despite the looks she received when she told people that she was a bartender, you had to know your shit. There were hundreds of varieties of drinks to have to memorize, and the more drinks you made the better you became at it. The more you knew the drink, the faster you could mix it up, and that led to a larger tip. No one wants to wait for their drinks.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
I (Hadley) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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