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HUNTERS JOURNAL
THE BASICS
FULL NAME: Elijah Jeremiah Cain
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: June 1, 1984 | 25
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hell’s Kitchen: Manhattan, New York | Hell’s Kitchen: Manhattan, New York
FACE CLAIM: Enver Gjokaj
SPECIES: Creature: Nephilim
GENDER: Male
MARITAL STATUS: Incestuous relationship with his twin sister
OCCUPATION: Works in a slaughterhouse (in more ways than one! DUN DUN)
ALIAS: Meg
TALENTS AND SPECIAL ABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"] He can whistle with the best of them. Whether it’s a wolf whistle or jaunty tunes, he can play them all.
Has a talent for getting into trouble, and an equally impressive talent at getting out of trouble again.
Likes to juggle things, balls, oranges, knives.
Has a real knack for torture, but likes to watch his sister do it.
Spatial awareness and vector designs comes very easily to him.
Can hear angel radio. Understanding it on the other hand…
Total math whiz, numbers are his friend. He plays with numbers like pundits play with words.
Computer knowledge, software, operating systems.
Has a talent for getting into trouble, and an equally impressive talent at getting out of trouble again.
Likes to juggle things, balls, oranges, knives.
Has a real knack for torture, but likes to watch his sister do it.
Spatial awareness and vector designs comes very easily to him.
Can hear angel radio. Understanding it on the other hand…
Total math whiz, numbers are his friend. He plays with numbers like pundits play with words.
Computer knowledge, software, operating systems.
POWERS AND VULNERABILITIES
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"] Can hear angel radio, but it’s all greek (enochian) to him.
Hard to kill, angel swords will do it. Demon attacks would also be strong enough to take him out.
Has an extended lifespan if he doesn’t get killed first.
Very strong, stronger than three or four men combined.
Can see the true form of angels and demons.
Utterly dependant on his sister, he would be soul crushed if anything bad ever happened to her to take her away from him.
Hard to kill, angel swords will do it. Demon attacks would also be strong enough to take him out.
Has an extended lifespan if he doesn’t get killed first.
Very strong, stronger than three or four men combined.
Can see the true form of angels and demons.
Utterly dependant on his sister, he would be soul crushed if anything bad ever happened to her to take her away from him.
REPUTATION
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"] The police have a warrant on him for questioning in relation to his sister’s alleged attack on her boyfriend. Other than that, he’s flown pretty much below the radar.
Some in the black market would recognize him on sight, but he doesn’t advertise any identifying features he has nor does he give out his name.
Relatively speaking is an unknown.
Some in the black market would recognize him on sight, but he doesn’t advertise any identifying features he has nor does he give out his name.
Relatively speaking is an unknown.
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"] A bit of a mama’s boy, he was close to his mother growing up, always trying to do things for her to make her happy. Losing the love of her life before he and his sister were born had made her a sad woman, compelling Eli to do all he could to support his single mother of a hard life in Hell’s Kitchen. Some of the boyfriends she had brought home would show their true colours and slap her and the kids around, causing Eli to take matters into his own hands and attack them. Often, because he was smaller, he’d get his ass handed to him.
He’s very protective of his sister. That translates to brawls with anyone who looks at her sideways. He doesn’t really have a lot of self restraint. He’s blunt, both verbally and physically.
Much of his sanity and happiness is utterly dependant on the wellbeing of his sister. He loves her so much. She is the other half of his soul. At his core, he expresses a lot of his emotions through music, playing the violin or the piano. He doesn’t hold back, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
As he is extremely protective of his sister, anything to threaten her makes him extremely cranky. He has bad coping skills and tends to become cranky and violent under stress. Breaking things make him feel better, but when angel radio comes on, the things he breaks has to be people. He spoils for a fight worse past the point he can’t ignore angel radio any longer.
There’s more to him than anger and malcontent, of course. On good days, he’ll play the violin, or play music. He’ll dance with Eden or drink beer and eat pizza and laugh. He’ll greet people with a joy of life and be generally polite and kind person to others. Some days he’s actually sincere.
He’s very protective of his sister. That translates to brawls with anyone who looks at her sideways. He doesn’t really have a lot of self restraint. He’s blunt, both verbally and physically.
Much of his sanity and happiness is utterly dependant on the wellbeing of his sister. He loves her so much. She is the other half of his soul. At his core, he expresses a lot of his emotions through music, playing the violin or the piano. He doesn’t hold back, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
As he is extremely protective of his sister, anything to threaten her makes him extremely cranky. He has bad coping skills and tends to become cranky and violent under stress. Breaking things make him feel better, but when angel radio comes on, the things he breaks has to be people. He spoils for a fight worse past the point he can’t ignore angel radio any longer.
There’s more to him than anger and malcontent, of course. On good days, he’ll play the violin, or play music. He’ll dance with Eden or drink beer and eat pizza and laugh. He’ll greet people with a joy of life and be generally polite and kind person to others. Some days he’s actually sincere.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Before he and his sister were born, their mother and father were happily married. Then one day, tragedy struck and a sympathetic angel asked permission to enter their father to help save his wife. That angel was Sariel. So enamoured of humans was he, that upon saving their mother, he fell into bed with her. Unfortunately, Sariel had broken the laws of heaven and was forcibly ejected from their dying father after bedding their mother. Nine months later, the twins were born and their mother raised them, saddened and alone.
He was a bright child, sweetly shy at first, but quickly warmed up to any he met. He made fast friends with children at school, but no truer friend than his sister could ever be considered. He excelled in mathematics in school, enjoying formulas and algorithms much like a writer enjoyed writing adjectives and similes. He also played the piano in music class, and after school he was often found in a local run down music shop practicing the violin he couldn’t afford. He worked in the music shop, first as a cashier/janitor then when his skill with numbers was discovered by the owner, he was hired to account the books. He even did the owner’s taxes.
His mother, lonely and feeling unloved romantically, had a string of boyfriends, some nice, some not so nice. Once he hit fourteen he had a growth spurt, got big and mean enough to chase away abusive boyfriends of his mother’s.
Graduating from high school with honours in maths, he made his mother and sister very proud. He went to CUNY New York City College of Technology (NYCCT), and majored in computer systems technology, with plans on becoming a computer systems analyst for a major company or the government. He was all set to start work for the government when the strange voices started. At first, he tried to ignore them, will them away, but they grew overwhelming and painful. It was a language he didn’t know, but he half thought he could understand the meaning. He didn’t want to be crazy, tried to shove it all down deep inside. This effort only devolved into headaches and nightmares.
He couldn’t keep focused, couldn’t hold down the job he wanted. The numbers that used to dance in his head seemed to slow and become lethargic and meaningless. He thought he was going crazy. Then one night, his sister came to him, half out of her mind with the same affliction. She confessed to beating her boyfriend, that the voices went away when she did. They had an argument, she wanted to run, he wanted to go with her. He wanted to protect her from trouble.
They took to squatting abandoned flop houses, warehouse districts, in churches, their homes no longer safe to return. Churches became their sanctuary, abandoned or otherwise. There was just something about being in a church that dimmed the voices, calmed their trek through the waters of their brains. He got a job as a butcher in a warehouse, the blood and violence of cutting up cow carcasses helping to soothe his mind. Soon after, his sister was approached for the black market organ trade.
Staying in Hell’s Kitchen was their life, and with them in the black market trade, they could stay one step ahead of the cops. After all, the statute of limitations for civil assault would run out within 1 year.
He was a bright child, sweetly shy at first, but quickly warmed up to any he met. He made fast friends with children at school, but no truer friend than his sister could ever be considered. He excelled in mathematics in school, enjoying formulas and algorithms much like a writer enjoyed writing adjectives and similes. He also played the piano in music class, and after school he was often found in a local run down music shop practicing the violin he couldn’t afford. He worked in the music shop, first as a cashier/janitor then when his skill with numbers was discovered by the owner, he was hired to account the books. He even did the owner’s taxes.
His mother, lonely and feeling unloved romantically, had a string of boyfriends, some nice, some not so nice. Once he hit fourteen he had a growth spurt, got big and mean enough to chase away abusive boyfriends of his mother’s.
Graduating from high school with honours in maths, he made his mother and sister very proud. He went to CUNY New York City College of Technology (NYCCT), and majored in computer systems technology, with plans on becoming a computer systems analyst for a major company or the government. He was all set to start work for the government when the strange voices started. At first, he tried to ignore them, will them away, but they grew overwhelming and painful. It was a language he didn’t know, but he half thought he could understand the meaning. He didn’t want to be crazy, tried to shove it all down deep inside. This effort only devolved into headaches and nightmares.
He couldn’t keep focused, couldn’t hold down the job he wanted. The numbers that used to dance in his head seemed to slow and become lethargic and meaningless. He thought he was going crazy. Then one night, his sister came to him, half out of her mind with the same affliction. She confessed to beating her boyfriend, that the voices went away when she did. They had an argument, she wanted to run, he wanted to go with her. He wanted to protect her from trouble.
They took to squatting abandoned flop houses, warehouse districts, in churches, their homes no longer safe to return. Churches became their sanctuary, abandoned or otherwise. There was just something about being in a church that dimmed the voices, calmed their trek through the waters of their brains. He got a job as a butcher in a warehouse, the blood and violence of cutting up cow carcasses helping to soothe his mind. Soon after, his sister was approached for the black market organ trade.
Staying in Hell’s Kitchen was their life, and with them in the black market trade, they could stay one step ahead of the cops. After all, the statute of limitations for civil assault would run out within 1 year.
