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HUNTERS JOURNAL
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:ISHMAEL KOLVASKY
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
NOV 05 | 49
NOV 05 | 49
SEVILLE, SPAIN | CURRENT RESIDENCE:MACKINAC ISLAND | MICHIGAN
FACE CLAIM:JAVIER BARDEM
SPECIES:HUMAN
GENDER:MALE
MARITAL STATUS:WIDOWED
OCCUPATION:HUNTER
ALIAS:PLANESWALKER
TALENTS AND SPECIAL ABILITIES
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POWERS AND VULNERABILITIES
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REPUTATION
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PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Ishmael is a sly old dog with a mischievous glint in his eye, able to conquer up the most ludicrous of stories and still sound convincing. Such traits came into use fabulously as an ex-journalist, but as a hunter? Well it falls more along the lines of being a terrific liar, and that's all a man really needs to scrape by. Always keep the king in your hand is the motto he lives by.
He exudes passion in everything he does and shows enthusiasm over the most ridiculous of things. Most Russians, he feel, would've become stoic from the Russian winter but Ishmael is the farthest thing from stone. He wears his heart on sleeve and express his emotions openly and freely without shame, akin to something he would describe as "peace loving hippie."
He's a laid-back fellow, a geeky nerd who can go off on a tangent about either history of Rome or useless titbits of the early forms of theatre, films, graphic novels and books. He's happiest when he's running his theatre, and just elated when a new face comes into audition for a part.
He's modest, especially in his intellect. Or at least he likes to think himself as modest, he knows he can be a bit of know-it-all and his patience does get tested when others seem to lack the obvious. He wouldn't describe himself as gifted but he does have a certain arrogant pride about his ability to plan ahead. He would describe more along the lines of being the "rook" on the chessboard rather than the "knight".
When he recalls his time in Afghanistan and other war zones to others, he gets told that he is brave. Ishmael is polite enough to smile and nonchalantly agree while believing none of it. He isn’t brave. He isn’t a knight in shining armour or a hero, he is simply a selfish man and a part of him still loathes his cowardice and deep down, he feels inadequate. And it this rotten part of him that made him decide to abandon his family and leave the hunter life. Or to put it more accurately, he ran away from it all.
Despite his mistakes, he seems to have recognised these flaws in him and upon the death of his second wife and the sudden onset of single fatherhood decided to stay with them. His daughters after all, are normal. And upon his son going missing, decided to venture back into the hunting life because well, what else can he do? He will not allow another son’s death to be on his consciousness. Do not be mistaken, he hates the hunter life, he hates monsters, he hates having to fire a gun or knife something, he hates it all and it's only a matter of time before he throws a fit about it.
He’s thick-skinned, insults and criticism roll off him like a water on a duck’s back. He isn’t an easy one to get under his skin, but congratulations if you do. His saving grace is probably his wit, he isn’t afraid to mask disappointment and his failures with humour nor does he shy away from laughing at himself.
He is claustrophobic. He won’t step into an MRI let alone a cave so don’t even ask him to, he especially loathes narrow passageways. This irrational fear stems from his brother dropping him into a well in childhood, he spent the night there screaming for help only for the echoes to answer him. By the time he was found, he was cationic.
This hunter doesn't like anything to do with monsters. He was quite happy to live in wilful ignorance, ignoring flicking lights or the tell-tale signs of werewolves. He loathes them even more now that monstrous entities have turned his picket fence life upside down.
He exudes passion in everything he does and shows enthusiasm over the most ridiculous of things. Most Russians, he feel, would've become stoic from the Russian winter but Ishmael is the farthest thing from stone. He wears his heart on sleeve and express his emotions openly and freely without shame, akin to something he would describe as "peace loving hippie."
He's a laid-back fellow, a geeky nerd who can go off on a tangent about either history of Rome or useless titbits of the early forms of theatre, films, graphic novels and books. He's happiest when he's running his theatre, and just elated when a new face comes into audition for a part.
He's modest, especially in his intellect. Or at least he likes to think himself as modest, he knows he can be a bit of know-it-all and his patience does get tested when others seem to lack the obvious. He wouldn't describe himself as gifted but he does have a certain arrogant pride about his ability to plan ahead. He would describe more along the lines of being the "rook" on the chessboard rather than the "knight".
When he recalls his time in Afghanistan and other war zones to others, he gets told that he is brave. Ishmael is polite enough to smile and nonchalantly agree while believing none of it. He isn’t brave. He isn’t a knight in shining armour or a hero, he is simply a selfish man and a part of him still loathes his cowardice and deep down, he feels inadequate. And it this rotten part of him that made him decide to abandon his family and leave the hunter life. Or to put it more accurately, he ran away from it all.
Despite his mistakes, he seems to have recognised these flaws in him and upon the death of his second wife and the sudden onset of single fatherhood decided to stay with them. His daughters after all, are normal. And upon his son going missing, decided to venture back into the hunting life because well, what else can he do? He will not allow another son’s death to be on his consciousness. Do not be mistaken, he hates the hunter life, he hates monsters, he hates having to fire a gun or knife something, he hates it all and it's only a matter of time before he throws a fit about it.
He’s thick-skinned, insults and criticism roll off him like a water on a duck’s back. He isn’t an easy one to get under his skin, but congratulations if you do. His saving grace is probably his wit, he isn’t afraid to mask disappointment and his failures with humour nor does he shy away from laughing at himself.
He is claustrophobic. He won’t step into an MRI let alone a cave so don’t even ask him to, he especially loathes narrow passageways. This irrational fear stems from his brother dropping him into a well in childhood, he spent the night there screaming for help only for the echoes to answer him. By the time he was found, he was cationic.
This hunter doesn't like anything to do with monsters. He was quite happy to live in wilful ignorance, ignoring flicking lights or the tell-tale signs of werewolves. He loathes them even more now that monstrous entities have turned his picket fence life upside down.
HISTORY
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