Post by William Murdoch on Dec 16, 2010 0:24:53 GMT -5
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Merzlak,
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Saint John
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Will is a moderately sized man with a thin build, looking a bit young for his age. He only really owns one pair of clothes and on select days may be found hanging around a laundromat wearing nothing but his boxers. He's harsh and very frank, often happening to have a negative opinion of others. He is not known to be a particularly kind person, but sometimes can't resist a pretty face. Sometimes. Most of the time he's more likely to tell the self-same pretty face to fuck off. He's usually pretty serious, but when he's hanging with Shape he tends to become rowdy and "totally badass". He collects stones as a sort of side hobby and keeps them in an old wooden box under the back seat of the Prius.
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Murdoch, William Ivanovna
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet thirty
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Male
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born a, Hunter
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
WILLIAM is, five foot, seven inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Chelyabinsk, Russia.
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Heterosexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Not yet.
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There is no Deus Envy.
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Custom Crossbow,
100 Silver Bolts,
100 Steel-tipped Wooden Bolts,
15 Custom Reloadable Net-Launcher Bolt Cartridges,
Custom Six-shot Revolver,
100 .22 Caliber Silver Bullets,
100 .22 Caliber Bullets,
Handmade Hunting Knife, made using the essence of a fire elemental, that can cause, when activated, the blade's edges to become super-heated. Credit for the idea goes to that damn Shifter.
Simple Black Switchblade Knife,
Custom Sword Umbrella.
100 Silver Bolts,
100 Steel-tipped Wooden Bolts,
15 Custom Reloadable Net-Launcher Bolt Cartridges,
Custom Six-shot Revolver,
100 .22 Caliber Silver Bullets,
100 .22 Caliber Bullets,
Handmade Hunting Knife, made using the essence of a fire elemental, that can cause, when activated, the blade's edges to become super-heated. Credit for the idea goes to that damn Shifter.
Simple Black Switchblade Knife,
Custom Sword Umbrella.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Black dress shoes, Black dress pants, White dress shirt, Black vest, Aviator sunglasses, Long black overcoat with straps for various weapons, Shoulder strapped gun holster with gun just above lower left back.
transportation[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Toyota Prius with the words “U.S.S. can’t catch me bitch!” stenciled on the side. That was my idea.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Modified Violin Case to carry my crossbow and bolts in when travelling,
Small leather-bound journal and expensive steel pen kept in the inside front left pocket of my overcoat,
one cubic inch Lapis Lazuli gem kept in his right-hand pocket,
collection of stones hidden under the back seat of the Prius in an old ornate box.
Small leather-bound journal and expensive steel pen kept in the inside front left pocket of my overcoat,
one cubic inch Lapis Lazuli gem kept in his right-hand pocket,
collection of stones hidden under the back seat of the Prius in an old ornate box.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
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How girls look when they're angry
,Blaring kick-ass music from the Prius
,Fucking shit up with Shape
,Seafood
,Giving away most of what he steals
,Swearing
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Loud people
,Country music
,People who think they're heroes or saints and that shit
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Automatonophobia
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Stone collecting
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Born in Chelyabinsk, Russia in 1980 to a very poor family, William (born Vladimir Ivanovna Murdoch) led an uneventful life up until college. He did well enough in school and got into a decent college, albeit small. He remained as an undecided major for a year before meeting Professor Ilya Petrovich, who was a lecturer who studied the supernatural. After attending one of his lectures, Vladimir became infatuated with the supernatural and met with the Professor privately, thus beginning a year-long intensive study beneath Professor Petrovich. During this time he dropped out of college and travelled with Petrovich on a lecturing tour around the world. Vladimir learned that the supernatural did indeed exist while under the supervision of Ilya, having met multiple demons and angels alike, who were good friends of Petrovich. This he can recall as being among the most glorious years that he had ever lived. But as with all things, it could only last so long.
Will can still recall that it had been September 24th, 2000, when it happened. He was 20. Petrovich had just completed a lecture in Montreal, Canada. The two of them were on their way back to the hotel that they had rented when a large creature came up from behind and dragged Petrovich into a nearby alley. He panicked, realizing that it was something supernatural, and couldn't think what to do. He decided to run into the alley after it. He ended up reaching the dead-end of the alley only to find a man standing about the mangled body that had once belonged to his beloved mentor. It was a Shifter. The monster gazed at Vladimir for a moment before blending into a bird and flying off into the air. I looked across the torn husk that was Ilya Petrovich and found that he had in his hand a Lapis Lazuli gemstone which Vladimir had known the man prized greatly. Taking it into his hand, Vladimir set off into the night with full intentions to slay all those who shared any form of relation with the supernatural. They were horrid monsters that believed themselves above all humans. Vladimir knew they had to be extinguished. With what money he had, he bought minor weaponry (knives and a poorly-kept pistol) and spent the next two months hunting down and finally killing the same Shifter that had taken his mentor's life that tragic night.
For the next six years he traveled the world, learning strategies and collecting equipment with the specific task of killing the supernatural. He occasionally did contracted huntings, such as for a village that was plagued by Vampyres etc. But for the most part he simply killed for the pure satisfaction of knowing that there was one less in the world. In all the time that he had been hunting during these years, he had never failed to kill his target. That is, until Mendelson. It was a dark night in Paris. Vladimir (now going by the name William) had been tracking a Shifter for almost a month. He was good, it seemed, hard to find. Will had finally tracked him to a specific neighborhood and was roaming through the alleys when he suddenly realized that his quarry was about to cross his path. "What divine precedence," thought Will, "that this damn beast should be so foolish as to cross so close to me." But he was nervous here. Shifters, he found, were among the most dangerous when it came to hunting. They were far too unpredictable. As soon as Will had passed him and thought he wouldn't notice, he pulled the crossbow (which he had grown fond of) from beneath his overcoat and fired a silver bolt at the monster. He missed. The creature was very fast to react, faster than just about any he had encountered. Will quickly pulled back another bolt and fired it. It was too dark to see and he had no idea if he had hit such a small target, but it was gone. There was no more sign of Mendelson. William cursed under his breath and stood gazing upward for a time, then left. He discovered only days after that he had hoped a train and was out of the country. Thus began the process of hunting him down.
Over the course of the next four years William would chase the creature around Europe multiple times, always seemingly just behind him. It was an arduous process and often left William tired and hungry. He began questioning his own convictions and eventually just gave up altogether. He decided that it was futile to continue this foolish chase and even thought about giving up hunting completely to become a lecturer. He continued traveling around Europe and eventually reached the beaches of Portugal. He had planned to catch a plane over to America to begin a career in lecturing. He was walking along the beach, minding his own business, and decided to rest for a moment. He turned his head to the side and realized there was someone sitting beside him. It was that damned Shifter. 'He had followed me all the way here after all this time.' William pulled the knife from his pocket and brought it to the creature's throat, which is when he realized that the creature had a clawed hand to William's chest. After a few moments of them staring at each other, William pulled the knife away with a sigh and said, "fuck it. I'd been doing this shit for six years before you showed up and screwed it all over." William laughed now. "In fact, you're the only one I haven't killed. Every time I've taken a hit, it'd be dead within a month. But you I took four years on and still didn't catch. To tell the truth, I guess I've got some kinda respect for you. Really, you're almost as smart as I am." The creature showed a smile, saying, "I will admit, there were some close calls... You're not half bad, Hunter." The creature leaned close and said, "you know, why don't we work together? Life is short, and I don't want to waste it on little things. You showed me that much. To do something big, I'm gonna need someone who I can trust. How about you help me and I help you. We'll be a team." William didn't know what to think. After all these years with the sole intent to gut this filthy beast and now to suddenly be offered companionship. William debated for a moment about what kind of life he'd live if he said no. It would be a life of lectures and tours. Little excitement in that. "Well?" asked the creature. William nodded, grasping the beast's outstretched hand. "What's the worst that could happen?"
Will can still recall that it had been September 24th, 2000, when it happened. He was 20. Petrovich had just completed a lecture in Montreal, Canada. The two of them were on their way back to the hotel that they had rented when a large creature came up from behind and dragged Petrovich into a nearby alley. He panicked, realizing that it was something supernatural, and couldn't think what to do. He decided to run into the alley after it. He ended up reaching the dead-end of the alley only to find a man standing about the mangled body that had once belonged to his beloved mentor. It was a Shifter. The monster gazed at Vladimir for a moment before blending into a bird and flying off into the air. I looked across the torn husk that was Ilya Petrovich and found that he had in his hand a Lapis Lazuli gemstone which Vladimir had known the man prized greatly. Taking it into his hand, Vladimir set off into the night with full intentions to slay all those who shared any form of relation with the supernatural. They were horrid monsters that believed themselves above all humans. Vladimir knew they had to be extinguished. With what money he had, he bought minor weaponry (knives and a poorly-kept pistol) and spent the next two months hunting down and finally killing the same Shifter that had taken his mentor's life that tragic night.
For the next six years he traveled the world, learning strategies and collecting equipment with the specific task of killing the supernatural. He occasionally did contracted huntings, such as for a village that was plagued by Vampyres etc. But for the most part he simply killed for the pure satisfaction of knowing that there was one less in the world. In all the time that he had been hunting during these years, he had never failed to kill his target. That is, until Mendelson. It was a dark night in Paris. Vladimir (now going by the name William) had been tracking a Shifter for almost a month. He was good, it seemed, hard to find. Will had finally tracked him to a specific neighborhood and was roaming through the alleys when he suddenly realized that his quarry was about to cross his path. "What divine precedence," thought Will, "that this damn beast should be so foolish as to cross so close to me." But he was nervous here. Shifters, he found, were among the most dangerous when it came to hunting. They were far too unpredictable. As soon as Will had passed him and thought he wouldn't notice, he pulled the crossbow (which he had grown fond of) from beneath his overcoat and fired a silver bolt at the monster. He missed. The creature was very fast to react, faster than just about any he had encountered. Will quickly pulled back another bolt and fired it. It was too dark to see and he had no idea if he had hit such a small target, but it was gone. There was no more sign of Mendelson. William cursed under his breath and stood gazing upward for a time, then left. He discovered only days after that he had hoped a train and was out of the country. Thus began the process of hunting him down.
Over the course of the next four years William would chase the creature around Europe multiple times, always seemingly just behind him. It was an arduous process and often left William tired and hungry. He began questioning his own convictions and eventually just gave up altogether. He decided that it was futile to continue this foolish chase and even thought about giving up hunting completely to become a lecturer. He continued traveling around Europe and eventually reached the beaches of Portugal. He had planned to catch a plane over to America to begin a career in lecturing. He was walking along the beach, minding his own business, and decided to rest for a moment. He turned his head to the side and realized there was someone sitting beside him. It was that damned Shifter. 'He had followed me all the way here after all this time.' William pulled the knife from his pocket and brought it to the creature's throat, which is when he realized that the creature had a clawed hand to William's chest. After a few moments of them staring at each other, William pulled the knife away with a sigh and said, "fuck it. I'd been doing this shit for six years before you showed up and screwed it all over." William laughed now. "In fact, you're the only one I haven't killed. Every time I've taken a hit, it'd be dead within a month. But you I took four years on and still didn't catch. To tell the truth, I guess I've got some kinda respect for you. Really, you're almost as smart as I am." The creature showed a smile, saying, "I will admit, there were some close calls... You're not half bad, Hunter." The creature leaned close and said, "you know, why don't we work together? Life is short, and I don't want to waste it on little things. You showed me that much. To do something big, I'm gonna need someone who I can trust. How about you help me and I help you. We'll be a team." William didn't know what to think. After all these years with the sole intent to gut this filthy beast and now to suddenly be offered companionship. William debated for a moment about what kind of life he'd live if he said no. It would be a life of lectures and tours. Little excitement in that. "Well?" asked the creature. William nodded, grasping the beast's outstretched hand. "What's the worst that could happen?"
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I work on a team with Mendelson Shape.
Story of the Flaming Knife:
It started shortly after Shape and I had become partners and were trying to figure out what the hell we could do first. So, he said that I should work on my equipment as well as getting a vehicle. This is, of course, how I came to acquire my customized weaponry. Beforehand I had just used second-hand equipment for the most part. After a few months I had gathered a majority of equipment when Shape suggested that I get some kind of kick-ass knife, like a light-saber knife. I, of course, told him that such was (as far as I know) impossible. However, I thought that I might be able to get something similar. My mentor Petrovich had on several occasions discussed Elementals with me. That is, how their powers manifest themselves. He said that they were directly linked to the lifeforce of the individual and upon death these powers discharged themselves from the body to return to the holy city. These powers could, though, be captured by way of a unique method that he referred to as "binding". However, it required a few things.
1. The death of an elemental.
2. A "manifestation" object to be imbued with the powers.
3. A "channeler" aka "binder" to transfer the powers. This person need only be supernatural in nature.
Of course, I looked at Shape and with a sly smile, said, "If you'll help me, I might get a fucking light-saber dagger." Shape readily agreed.
The process was arduous. First, I searched around and finally found the knife that I wanted. Second, we spent a month tracking down a fire elemental, which was made much easier due to Shape's abilities. Then in the dark of a rainy night we ambushed him. We had to work fast as the sky spat forth a torrent on our heads. I slew him with the knife and Shape went into action, making mad gestures into the air, grasping at the spirit as it drifted away. The only way to do this process is to bind the loose spirit to one's own soul, which is what Shape was willing to do. After only a minute Shape lie wheezing on the floor and my knife was glowing faintly, emitting puffs of steam where the rain touched it.
He soon after taught me a way to activate the powers locked within the knife, but I could not channel them beyond my blade.
This is the only item that Shape will be able to bind for his life, so let's hope it's a good one.
