Character Name: Terrance Williams
Alias: N/A
Apparent Age: Twenties
Origin: Seattle
Height: 5'4(Yes, he's short. And no don't comment on it in his face)
Weight: 120 lbs
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Long black hair, slightly messy with a meduim build. Brown eyes. He's usually seen in a trench coat along with pants, that 's only for his "job" though. In short, he's pretty average-looking but something about him stands out anyway.
Known Relatives:
Hector The Devil Forge Master(Ancestor, deceased. From the Casltevania Curse of Darkness game)
Race: Human
Religion: Roman Catholic
Skills: Basic skills, domestic skills. Survival skills, can duel wield. Swordmenship and marksmenship. Large knowledge of the supernatural world.
Abilities: He's peak human
Alignment: Lawful Netural
Personality: Reckless and impulsive at times, he likes the rush of aderdaline so one could call him a daredevil(Or nuts) A quirky sense of humor.
Powers: ---
Restrictions: ---
Weapons and Precious Items:
Two semi-automactic pistols. The bullets are actually melded together from a holy cross. Whether or not this is actually cost effective(or effective at all) agaisnt creatures weak agaisnt holy things remains to be seen in action.
Two short slightly curved swords, their shaper then normal and very hard to break. Though, not unbreakbale. They both have a sheath, which ironically is unbreakbale since its made out of a much tougher matieral.
Phobias: Anything disturbingly cute, usually those bastards are the most dangerous.
Illnesses: Probably his almost comical at times bad luck.
Sexual Preferences: Straight
Occupation: Free Lance Monster Hunter/Agent of the church.
History: Want to know the difference between us and monsters? I'll tell you.
...I honestly don't know. Ok I Do but its something you have to figure out yourself, going by tradition and all that jazz.
Onto the next question. How did I, a mere normal human, manage to make a living in a profession pretty much designed for people with freakish powers and people with some kind of secrect family legacy of doing this sort of thing?
Don't know that either. I like to tell myself I just got lucky.
I have a lot of friends who have powers or aren't human, me thats not the case. I somehow make a living with working for the church and in my free time I own a little building where I conduct my "other" day job.(Thinking about becoming a shoes sales men instead)
Besides my inability to get laid, I also seem to lack steady, consistent paychecks. Anyway, I was minding my business when some strange things began happening(This Always happens when things are calm I swear) and sure enough, I got involved in it. Oh well, no one lives forever I guess. Let's just hope some uber thing doesn't strangle me with my vocal cords this time-and no don't ask.
Anyway by some strange twist of fate, I found myself dead and now back to the land of the living to 'fix' something.
I bet you're still wondering what's the difference between a person and a monster is huh? We'll if you stuck with me that long, I'll tell you.
It's one's heart it has nothing to do with race. It's that simple. I don't care if something has claws and glowing red eyes and the other looks like a sweet-innoncent-looking girl. The second one you could take home, only to find out they'd kill you in your sleep to see what color your blood is while the other though scary-looking is really nice. Humanity is really just a state of mind, not genetic.
Long story short, it's a lesson I learned a long time ago. Not everyone agrees with me, but its what I believe.
Status: Alive
