Post by zeke on Jun 9, 2009 9:57:42 GMT -7
†Zeke-Demetrius-Hunter†
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[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Zeke Demetrius Hunter
Nicknames: D, Demon
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Seven
Age they appear: Late-Twenties.
Race: Human
Orentation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: None.
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Early on in his childhood Zeke was an extremely self-connived, snobbish and down right selfish individual that’s only goal in life was to see how much of his family’s fortune he could blow. Before his life more or less ‘went to hell’ he was pretty much like every other boy his age and status…spoiled, outspoken and rude to basically everything that moved. While Zeke and his mother where very close it was as if there was always an invisible wall between him and his father. He could never gain the full attention of his father for more then five seconds giving off the impression that he was generally uninterested in the fact that he had a child.
This all changed the night his mother died. The boy into depression he looked to his father for compassion (something his not known for) and was immediately turned away. He spent the next few weeks locked away in his room still grieving from his mothers unexpected passing. Unknown at the time that his mother was killed by a renegade vampire and instead told it was a simple accident. Zeke and his father grew more and more distant from each other as the weeks went by before no contact was made.
Weeks later the young boy was devastated to find out that he couldn’t attend his mother’s funeral and instead was being sent half across the world to a place he never heard of for reasons best left unknown. Alaska, not exactly the warmest of places it was here he spent the next fifteen years of his life training both his mind and body for the war to come.
He entered the academy a boy and left a man filled with vengeance and discipline unheard of before. After learning the truth on his father and mother he forgave his father for all the wrong he caused. Slaying his mother Zeke finally found closure to his past and began to look towards the future.
Likes:
† Having a sense of security.
† Privacy
† Fine Literature
† Sophisticated Women
Hates:
† Vampires
† Werewolf’s
† Not Expecting the Unexpected, also known to normal people as Surprises
† Not being taken seriously.
† Not being the one in charge.
Talents:
† Proficient in several styles of martial arts most notably Ninjutsu.
† Expert marksman specializing in small arms.
† Almost super genius intellect.
† Accomplished swordsman.
† Charismatic and Manipulative leader.
Habits:
† Assumes the worst from people, particularly with werewolf’s and vampires.
† Over analyzes simple situations.
† Often gives overly critical or cryptic answers.
† Almost constantly sarcastic
† Sees the world in the eyes of a Pessimist (The glass is half empty).
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Tan
Hair Color: Chocolate Brown
Eye Color: Light Brown
Build: Above Average.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Sports two stud earring in each ear.
Choice of Clothing: His preference in clothing often reflects the current façade his wearing. As Zeke D. Hunter the irresponsible, ecological, superficial playboy who lives off his family’s inheritance rather then do anything constructive with his life prefers to expensive one of a kind suits sporting the hottest rolex that has yet to released.
As D however his choice in clothing is far more…’deadly’. Often at times one would see him wearing his signature piece, a black sleeveless combat suit with several ‘hidden’ properties. The most basic, being relatively resistant to all the elements it’s also give or take bulletproof. Having several areas for him to carries is large variety of weapons he also has twin gauntlets with retractable wrist blades.
The general idea of the suit was to recreate an Exoskeleton that is found on inserts while still giving the ability to move. This idea in term created the Exo-Suit. The suit monitors things such as heart rate and breathing then administers chemicals should they ever become irregular. The chemicals also produce a controlled ‘Adrenaline rush’ effect greatly increasing the strength, stamina, and resilience of the user. While even with the suit a user would be no match for a vampire or wolf one would at least be able to hold their own.
Wolf Appearance: N/A.
Other:
†History:†
History:
Zeke was born twenty-seven years ago in Los Angeles, California the city of angels to Elena and Vasquez Hunter deep within vampiric territory. Growing up Zeke was presented with the very best things money could buy, everything expect love. While his mother did indeed love him, and showed it was much as she could Zeke wasn’t contempt desiring recognition from his father who rather bluntly mentioned the only reason for his birth was because his wife wanted a child.
Despite the harsh things his father said to him growing up Zeke still wanted to be recognized as a capable heir to take over the family business when he was older. Spending his time locked away in the vast library owned by the Hunter’s Zeke spent hours on end reading everything he could that would possibly be useful in the future. His parents being the business men they where often traveled the world seeking new partnerships while severing others leaving their only child to ‘fend’ for himself despite having several hundred staff members to look after both him and the manor.
At the age of ten Zeke’s mother died from blood lost, within the city limits of London. Zeke was told it was an accident but he knew otherwise after this event his father who recently took a strange trip to Alaska returned home. Neither said a word to each other for several weeks Zeke only leaving his room the day of the funeral. Before he could leave however his father stopped him, with several men behind him stepped up and grabbed the boy dragging him outside they tossed him inside a separate limo and drove away. Staring at his father the entire time begging him to help for the first time it seemed as if his father actually cared about him simply saying, “It’s for the best” he turned his back and walked away.
Devastated after realizing he wasn’t attending the funeral he passed out. Awakening hours later Zeke was strangely cold. Looking around he stood before peering out was seemed to be a jail cell the young boy gasped, all the snow…Alaska? An academy, he found out later on a secret society that trained Humans to fight against their paranormal counterparts.
After saying there must have been some mix up and that he was the son of one of the richest men on earth he immediately asked to be let free in response he got a beating. And for the next fifteen years of his life Zeke trained, learning how to fight, how to kill his enemies. He trained in the most extreme of conditions; he trained both his body and mind for the war that is to come.
At the age of the age of twenty-five he left returning back to his home in California Zeke saw both old and new faces within his house. Apparently during his long time away his father remarried and fathered another child, this time a daughter ‘what he always wanted’ Zeke thought grimly. Also it seemed that he died last summer from an ‘unknown occurrence’ leaving all of his possessions to his eldest son Zeke. He was tempted to throw out his step mother and sister of his house if it weren’t the fact that the will clearly said he ha to take care of them.
Weeks later he received a letter that was seemingly from his father, it explained everything that his mother actually lived and became a vampire in London. How she was seemingly obsessed with finding her child causing Vasquez to reluctantly send Zeke to the one place she never knew about or could track him down, a place where he’d be safe. So his father really did care for him and died protecting him. His mother grew tired of searching so she decided to ask her ex-husband herself on her child’s whereabouts Vasquez refused and was killed by her lost of blood.
Zeke was stunned his father did all of this for him. Relocating himself to London his mother was the first vampire he ever killed in the name of justice. Deciding his role as a business man suited him he quickly regained full control over the company morphing it to something that could help the world, the search for a cure.
Deciding to stay in London he publicly announced that he was taking a ‘prolonged’ vacation in the dangerous city and was interested in partying. In more ways then one…
Mother/Father: Elena and Vasquez Hunter (Deceased). Elisabeth Hunter (Step-Mother)
Siblings: Alyssa Hunter (Step-Sister)
Offspring: N/A
Other: N/A
†RP example:†
~From a harry potter rp~
Amongst the many hoards of people roaming about Diagon Alley a seemingly out of place figure stood watching from the shadows, his body wrapped in the finest of silks. His face masked in darkness as two red orbs peered from underneath his hood. Licking his chapped lips in anticipation he stepped out of the shadows and into the light. No one took notice of relative newcomer as the Witches, wizards and even the occasional Squib brushed pass him on route to their destination.
After swallowing a disgusting sample of stale saliva that had collected within his mouth the robed man began walking. The man covered from head to toe in black robes as dark as the midnight sky was Marquis of the recently endangered Esperanza Clan, a clan of vampires. Stalking down the alleyway his eyes narrowed at a daily prophet bulletined on a nearby brick wall. Stopping he yanked the parchment off and scanned its contents flipping about it’s many magical pages. Moments later he relinquished grip ignoring it as it floated away in the wind, he resumed his walk.
It was of no surprise his family wasn’t in there, even if the massacre occurred only a few weeks ago did he really expect the Ministry or any wizard to care for that matter? Sad how the recent Quidditch game quickly stole the spotlight from the event that was in the paper not even a day ago. “I should know better then to expect anything less from a wizard.” The vampire prince as his father once referred to him as had come to this ‘lovely’ corner in London for school supplies. He’d sent his House elf to collect most of the simple items but was forced to come himself for the ones a house elf wouldn't be allowed to purchase without the presence of his or her master.
Looking up his eyes took notice of the sign in front of him Eeylops Owl Emporium, thinking to himself for several moments he decided it was best to indeed purchase an owl though he already owned a cat an owl would be useful for mail while Pudding his cat was pretty much there because she insisted. Several graceful slightly pale fingers poked out from the robe and clasped the doorknob turning it he stepped inside wincing at sharp entrance bell. Taking a few steps inside Marquis lowered his hood revealing his face.
Immediately the room fell silent, the owls no longer hooted but merely stared over at him, perhaps in fright at what he was. ‘I’ve always found it amusing to see how animals react toward me…’ A voice echoed from within the confines of Marquis Subconscious before taking notice of the two females inside the store along with him. Smiling devilishly towards himself as he inhaled deeply taking in their scent he could almost taste their blood on his lips. ‘How long as it been sense I’ve fed from a human?’ He mused, ‘Far too long…’ He concluded before shaking his head, ‘No I have no time for such things it shall have to…wait, for now ill resume my search for a blasted owl before I…loose myself to certain primal urges.’ After calming himself Marquis resumed his search for a winged companion trying his best to keep his distance from the two females for close proximity with a lustful vampire that’s currently plagued by the ‘thirst’ could prove…dangerous.
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