Post by Parker Dorian on May 29, 2017 21:29:50 GMT -5
HUNTERS JOURNAL
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
ParkerFucking Dorian
Parker
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
June 5th |22
June 5th |22
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT RESIDENCE:
New York, NY | on the road
New York, NY | on the road
FACE CLAIM:Olivia Thirlby
SPECIES:Human
GENDER:Female
MARITAL STATUS:Single
OCCUPATION:Hunter
ALIAS:Hannah
TALENTS AND SPECIAL ABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Parker is a bit of a MacGyver: she can turn just about anything into a weapon, a lockpick, or a bong. She has a knack for thinking on her feet, and being a hunter in a crowded city (where gunshots are a little noticeable) has taught her to make use of items around her as needed. Who needs a plan when you can make a Molotov cocktail on the fly?
Though not an Ocean’s 11-level mastermind, Parker is great at small time cons. A little sleight of hand and an innocent smile is all it takes for her to swipe a keycard or a confidential file, and if that fails, she isn't above burglary. Conning people is also a form of survival for her; cheating some drunk asshole during poker pays for her food and gas, and shoplifting from megastores is her preferred method of finding new clothes. She's not going to be robbing bank vaults anytime soon, but she can convince a gas station attendant that no, she gave him a twenty, not a ten, and he owes her a lot more change.
Though not an Ocean’s 11-level mastermind, Parker is great at small time cons. A little sleight of hand and an innocent smile is all it takes for her to swipe a keycard or a confidential file, and if that fails, she isn't above burglary. Conning people is also a form of survival for her; cheating some drunk asshole during poker pays for her food and gas, and shoplifting from megastores is her preferred method of finding new clothes. She's not going to be robbing bank vaults anytime soon, but she can convince a gas station attendant that no, she gave him a twenty, not a ten, and he owes her a lot more change.
POWERS AND VULNERABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]As a regular old human, Parker doesn't have any special powers (unless you consider being annoying a special power). Vulnerabilities include guns, knives, and being punched in the face (which happens more than you'd think to a 5-foot-3 young woman).
REPUTATION
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]As a relative newcomer to the nationwide hunting scene, not many hunters outside of New York would recognize her name. Those that do know her probably recognize her as an annoyance at best, and a threat to personal safety at worst. “Not a team player” is the most common comment you'd hear about her, as well as “Parker Dorian? Fuck Parker Dorian”.
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Parker Dorian is uncomfortable talking about her honest thoughts or feelings, so if you asked her to describe herself, here are a few things she might share with you:
Her last three Google searches were “bars near me”, “get blood out of t-shirt”, and “movie with Harrison Ford and robots not Star Wars”.
Biggest fears include babies, being near babies, and having to touch a baby.
One time she fell off a roof and broke another person’s ankle.
What Parker is not going to tell you about herself is that her moral compass doesn't always point north, and that she has trouble putting the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few (the word “few” here meaning her, and the handful of people she cares about the most). She isn't great at forming real connections with other people, but when she does she is loyal to a fault… the fault being that she will do anything to protect them, even if it means making a deal with the devil, figuratively and probably literally if given the chance. You know the famed Trolley Dilemma, where you can pull a lever to save one person you love, but a bunch of kids will die? Parker has solved that dilemma. Sorry, kids.
At any given time her priorities are, in order of importance: her friends, herself, and then maybe everybody else in the world.
Which isn't to say that Parker doesn't like other people. Parker loves people! It's people that usually don't adore Parker, which she still can't always wrap her head around. Why wouldn't anyone like her? She's fucking delightful. Her only flaw is that she's not good with the concept of personal space, and that she isn't always super considerate of other people’s feelings, and will 100% eat food off of your plate without asking. Delightful.
Parker has real human emotions deep, deep, deep down, but she's rarely comfortable with sharing those. She tries to bury her feelings under a metric ton of bad jokes and sarcastic comments, and if that doesn't work she usually just punches a wall. Or a face, if anyone's standing too close. Sure, maybe keeping her emotions pent up until physical violence is the only answer isn't “healthy”, but neither is heavy drinking and frequent sexual encounters with strangers, and those things haven't killed her yet either.
Her last three Google searches were “bars near me”, “get blood out of t-shirt”, and “movie with Harrison Ford and robots not Star Wars”.
Biggest fears include babies, being near babies, and having to touch a baby.
One time she fell off a roof and broke another person’s ankle.
What Parker is not going to tell you about herself is that her moral compass doesn't always point north, and that she has trouble putting the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few (the word “few” here meaning her, and the handful of people she cares about the most). She isn't great at forming real connections with other people, but when she does she is loyal to a fault… the fault being that she will do anything to protect them, even if it means making a deal with the devil, figuratively and probably literally if given the chance. You know the famed Trolley Dilemma, where you can pull a lever to save one person you love, but a bunch of kids will die? Parker has solved that dilemma. Sorry, kids.
At any given time her priorities are, in order of importance: her friends, herself, and then maybe everybody else in the world.
Which isn't to say that Parker doesn't like other people. Parker loves people! It's people that usually don't adore Parker, which she still can't always wrap her head around. Why wouldn't anyone like her? She's fucking delightful. Her only flaw is that she's not good with the concept of personal space, and that she isn't always super considerate of other people’s feelings, and will 100% eat food off of your plate without asking. Delightful.
Parker has real human emotions deep, deep, deep down, but she's rarely comfortable with sharing those. She tries to bury her feelings under a metric ton of bad jokes and sarcastic comments, and if that doesn't work she usually just punches a wall. Or a face, if anyone's standing too close. Sure, maybe keeping her emotions pent up until physical violence is the only answer isn't “healthy”, but neither is heavy drinking and frequent sexual encounters with strangers, and those things haven't killed her yet either.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Parker Dorian went into the foster system at age five, and never got back out. She doesn’t know what happened to her parents, and has never tried too hard to find out; to the best of her knowledge she was willingly abandoned to the system, so what good would it do to chase down a family that never wanted her?
Parker seemed to be relatively well-adjusted as a kid growing up, at least on the surface. She was pretty easy going in both foster and group homes, she got okay-but-not-stellar grades in school, she wasn’t prone to violence or anxiety. But she was still a handful, a small girl with a lot of energy and a knack for self-sabotaging personal relationships that made it hard for her to fit into new homes. She bounced around between homes through grade school and middle school, never staying in one place long enough to settle down. As she hit her teenage years, and started getting ignored more and more as she aged out of typical adopt-ability, Parker started acting out more and more. She became a bit of a legend within the NYC group homes, and other kids would spread stories about her run-ins with the law: throwing illegal parties in abandoned buildings, scamming school principals into letting her skip class, and joyriding in stolen cop cars (most of these stories were true, if sometimes a little embellished.)
One too many trips to the precinct by the age of fifteen, and Parker’s caseworker decided that maybe a break from city living would help with her juvenile delinquency. Parker was packed up and sent upstate to long-time foster Alice, a tough old lady who thought that making kids chop firewood and learn to survive in the woods “builds character”. Parker, a city kid through and through, was not a fan of being stuck in the woods with this crazy lady, but Alice’s strict, no-nonsense attitude did keep her out of trouble for once. She was, to be honest, a little scared of the woman, who owned a strangely large collection of guns, and slept with a knife under her pillow every night. And she had weird books in Latin piled up around the house. And who seriously needs that many bags of rock salt in the kitchen?
Well, obviously, a hunter does. A few months into living in the woods and Parker had been introduced to lore about werewolves, vampires, and even demons, though she was still have-sure that all of this was just some huge practical joke or the ravings of a half-mad mountain woman. But hey, if she was allowed to take her frustrations out by shooting guns, and not get in trouble for it, she wasn’t about to complain. Plus, as weird and strict as Alice was, she didn’t treat Parker like a baby or a convict, and made sure she got three meals a day, so who cares if she was a little off her rocker?
Alice waited until Parker was seventeen, one year from leaving the foster system, until she introduced her to actual hunting. Together (with Parker doing 90% of the heavy lifting, and Alice mostly yelling directions from the truck) they took care of anything supernatural that came through upstate New York. They never went far enough to make it onto the social worker’s radar, and Parker guessed that she wasn’t the first foster Alice taught to hunt.
Parker left when she was eighteen, having officially aged out of the foster system, and moved back to NYC to try and make it as an at least semi-functioning adult human. She even stopped hunting, to Alice’s disappointment, and got a job bartending in one of the still-ungentrified areas of Brooklyn. Her apartment was awful, her bank account laughable, but for once in her life Parker was on her own and in charge of her own life, and she liked it. She liked it enough to almost, almost forget about hunting.
But less than a year later she was in an abandoned house in the South Bronx, taking out a vampire nest on her night off. Adult life wasn’t easy, especially for an ex-foster kid with few social skills and fewer life skills, and hunting was the one thing in her life that she could do, and do pretty damn well at that. So she started hunting again, mainly staying to the city limits… until talk of a pending Apocalypse made its way to her. Unable to resist checking things out, Parker traded the last six months of her lease for an old pickup truck, stocked it with as many weapons and she could get her hands out, and set out to find the only hunter-friendly spot she knew: a bar in Nebraska called the Roadhouse.
Parker seemed to be relatively well-adjusted as a kid growing up, at least on the surface. She was pretty easy going in both foster and group homes, she got okay-but-not-stellar grades in school, she wasn’t prone to violence or anxiety. But she was still a handful, a small girl with a lot of energy and a knack for self-sabotaging personal relationships that made it hard for her to fit into new homes. She bounced around between homes through grade school and middle school, never staying in one place long enough to settle down. As she hit her teenage years, and started getting ignored more and more as she aged out of typical adopt-ability, Parker started acting out more and more. She became a bit of a legend within the NYC group homes, and other kids would spread stories about her run-ins with the law: throwing illegal parties in abandoned buildings, scamming school principals into letting her skip class, and joyriding in stolen cop cars (most of these stories were true, if sometimes a little embellished.)
One too many trips to the precinct by the age of fifteen, and Parker’s caseworker decided that maybe a break from city living would help with her juvenile delinquency. Parker was packed up and sent upstate to long-time foster Alice, a tough old lady who thought that making kids chop firewood and learn to survive in the woods “builds character”. Parker, a city kid through and through, was not a fan of being stuck in the woods with this crazy lady, but Alice’s strict, no-nonsense attitude did keep her out of trouble for once. She was, to be honest, a little scared of the woman, who owned a strangely large collection of guns, and slept with a knife under her pillow every night. And she had weird books in Latin piled up around the house. And who seriously needs that many bags of rock salt in the kitchen?
Well, obviously, a hunter does. A few months into living in the woods and Parker had been introduced to lore about werewolves, vampires, and even demons, though she was still have-sure that all of this was just some huge practical joke or the ravings of a half-mad mountain woman. But hey, if she was allowed to take her frustrations out by shooting guns, and not get in trouble for it, she wasn’t about to complain. Plus, as weird and strict as Alice was, she didn’t treat Parker like a baby or a convict, and made sure she got three meals a day, so who cares if she was a little off her rocker?
Alice waited until Parker was seventeen, one year from leaving the foster system, until she introduced her to actual hunting. Together (with Parker doing 90% of the heavy lifting, and Alice mostly yelling directions from the truck) they took care of anything supernatural that came through upstate New York. They never went far enough to make it onto the social worker’s radar, and Parker guessed that she wasn’t the first foster Alice taught to hunt.
Parker left when she was eighteen, having officially aged out of the foster system, and moved back to NYC to try and make it as an at least semi-functioning adult human. She even stopped hunting, to Alice’s disappointment, and got a job bartending in one of the still-ungentrified areas of Brooklyn. Her apartment was awful, her bank account laughable, but for once in her life Parker was on her own and in charge of her own life, and she liked it. She liked it enough to almost, almost forget about hunting.
But less than a year later she was in an abandoned house in the South Bronx, taking out a vampire nest on her night off. Adult life wasn’t easy, especially for an ex-foster kid with few social skills and fewer life skills, and hunting was the one thing in her life that she could do, and do pretty damn well at that. So she started hunting again, mainly staying to the city limits… until talk of a pending Apocalypse made its way to her. Unable to resist checking things out, Parker traded the last six months of her lease for an old pickup truck, stocked it with as many weapons and she could get her hands out, and set out to find the only hunter-friendly spot she knew: a bar in Nebraska called the Roadhouse.
