Post by Maris Splinter on Apr 29, 2015 21:51:35 GMT -5
Full Name: Maris Splinter
Nickname/Alias: Mar, "Scars", "Splint"
Age/Date Of Birth: 27
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Human/Hunter
Play-By: Danai Gurira
Abilities
-Congenital Pain Insensitivity. While not supernatural in origin, it is rare and affects her way of life none the less.
Not to be confused with Congenital Anhidrosis, CPI prevents the nerves in the body which react to pain. It does not, however, affect her ability to feel temperature - though she would not be able to, for another example, tell if something was burning her mouth after eating it - she will still be able to walk outside and tell how it felt that day. It makes her quite durable in a fight, if reckless and neglectant to her own health. She is able to shrug off even the strongest of blows even if they wound her, though she must check herself constantly for any damage she might not have noticed. Every time she wakes up, she must check her entire body to make sure she was not injured in any way in her sleep, and she must take routine concussion and movement checks if there is even a chance she hurt her head or broke any bones. She also has no sense of smell, caused by the condition. This condition has left Maris with her fair share of scars.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Helping people
❤ Her weapons, (Her scimitar, halberd and shield)
❤ Sparring
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Her weapons being dull or broken
✗ Having to sit through
✗ People worrying about her
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Maris has always had a long term fear of the dark. While she will power through it, it has always made her uncomfortable and she will be hesitant to go into very dark places without a bright light source.
☬ Ericka being attacked by other hunters
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Help who she can, whenever she can
Personality:
Maris is a quiet soul, one who prefers to let her actions speak for themselves. She's not normally one to boast about her accomplishments, but she isn't typically one to let them go unnoticed either - she will show her accomplishments in other ways, often with trophies placed somewhere or mentioning them on occasion in a more humble way. Maris is known for always undermining her role in anything positive, giving others all the credit and, on the flip side of this she will shoulder all the blame when something goes wrong.
She enjoys learning about history, especially the warfare side of it - the many ways that human beings have crafted to kill one another have always fascinated Maris, from Native American bows and arrows to the katanas of the samuri, she has a high respect for history and these fantastic weapons that have been crafted throughout it - finding a new weapon is almost like her super bowl, if that's a good enough comparison.
She has a habit of worrying too much, but keeping it bottled up and putting on a cool, collected front for the people she meets or works with. In a fight, one can see a clear, impressive focus on her face, and she never strikes without purpose or let's her anger overtake her unless something substantial happens.
Traits
✧ Loyal (sometimes to a fault)
✧ Humble
✧ Open minded
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Reckless
✦ Loner
✦ Bad liar
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Parents: Jonah Splinter, Helena Splinter
Siblings: Nope
Other Family: Newp
Important Others: Sean Harrison (Mentor, Alive), Erika West (Skinwalker, Best Friend, Crush)
History:
Her parents knew something was wrong with Maris not long after she was born, when the young child had only just learned to walk and rammed her head right into the corner of a table, enough to split the skin and simply stood and shrugged it off and kept trying to run about, not even letting out a cry of pain. Upon taking her to the doctors for a check-up and to make sure she was alright, the doctors concluded that Maris had developed a very rare genetic mutation - the inability to feel pain. It dramatically changed her life and the life of her parents. It was suggested to them to have all of her teeth pulled when she got to prevent her from chewing on her tongue, but her parents refused. While they knew it would be a good course of action, that would affect Maris’s life dramatically down the road and they decided that they wanted Maris to have as normal of a life as it was possible to give to her.
It wasn’t seen as amazing parenting by the rest of their neighborhood, but it was what they had at the time, Maris’s parents would always have her wear thing gloves or tape up her fingers and have her wear a mouthguard, all until she broke the habit of biting her cheeks and fingers.
Despite her parents wanting her to have a normal life and doing their best to make it so, Maris was never committed into a normal school. She was homeschooled for the majority of her life and didn’t have many friends. She didn’t have much to do and was often subject to times of depression from her lack of activity her father, noticing this in her teenage years, offered Maris something. He showed her something he hadn’t shown her before - a collection of old and interesting weapons. Everything from English claymores to old Winchester rifles, her father had a rather nice collection. Maris was instantly interested in these weapons, and studying them became her new hobby.
It wasn’t long after studying them that Maris would want to learn to use them, and while her mother protested, her father didn’t mind, and he even offered to show her what he knew about a few. She soon learned how to wield a scimitar with some skill, the basics of a round metal shield.
Around the age of seventeen, she had at least handled all of her fathers interesting collection once, but she always favored the scimitar, halberd and shield he kept in a special case for her. These weapons would soon prove to have a big role in her life when the Supernatural world reared it’s head into her life.
Late into the night, a pair of vampires broke into Maris’s house. Maris had been up late playing with her fathers Halberd when she heard the door open, knowing everyone was still asleep, she took the weapon and hid in the collection room. The Vampires moved through the house and found her parents room, and promptly attacked them. They didn’t stand a chance and Maris, in a fit of terrified rage, charged the two vampires. She impaled one on the halberd by it’s throat and with a jerk nearly cleaved it’s head off with the blade, but she was quickly thrown to the side and her weapon thrown away. The other vampire closed in, enraged, and that’s when a large blade swung down through the vampires neck and it’s head toppled to the floor. A man appeared in the doorway and helped Maris up, his name was Sean.
Sean was a hunter, and he’d been tracking the case of the two vampires for quite a bit, but had been too slow to catch the before they reached Maris’s family. It threw her world upside down. After everything died down, Maris found Sean and asked him questions, about the Supernatural world - he answered, if reluctantly. It took Maris some time, but eventually she convinced him to teach her how to fight back and, later, took her on as a full on apprentice in hunting.
Maris trained under Sean for six years, when she was twenty-three, the man retired from the hunting game after an incident that cost him one of his eyes. He stayed on as Maris’s go-to guy and his home was always open to her - he’d become such a father figure to her. She struck it out on her own then, still brandishing her father’s weaponry that she favored.
She spent a good year hunting until she and another hunter came across a Skinwalker case around the same time. This hunter, Jim, was a sadistic fuck full of rage towards anything not human, while Maris was much calmer. She had bad experiences with the Supernatural before, but she’d encountered some good too while working with Sean. The case led them to two Skinwalkers, one was the actual culprit and the other? Her name was Erika and she had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place depending on how you looked at it. Jim killed the culprit Skinwalker and then moved in on Erika. Maris, however, didn’t allow him to attack the young woman and instead impaled Jim through his back on her Halberd after a short battle.
She didn’t walk away from the battle with Jim unscatched, and she ended up with a few broken ribs and a heavy laceration to her thigh - to her luck, dear little Erika was a nurse. While Maris couldn’t feel a thing, she still knew she couldn't let the injuries sit and Erika treated her through the healing process and, afterwards, they had grown quite close as friends. Erika decided to come along with Maris on her travels.
Alias: Revan
How did you find us?: Old Site
Experience: Enough to lose count
Other Characters: Revan, Zera, Zee, Cecil, Jane, Max, Scott, Robert, Amanda, Katie, Elias, Shale, Amyl, Quinn, Kenzie, Jodie, Daphne
RP Sample:
Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.
Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.
She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.
Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.
I (Maris) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (BATMAN)
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