Character Boards & Writings

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O P E N I N G

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The growling was the sound of a brewing storm. Silence that had soon followed seemed as delicate as a thin pane of glass. There was an energy building up teetering on the edge of chaos. “Keep him quiet, keep him close.” The whisper then was almost shattering within the suspense. He remembered the covers blocking the world from his eyes. It was then that the glass exploded and the chaos swarmed devouring them all.

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“It stopped again...”

“Just give it time.”

Darkness to light. It was an ever listing ship. Memories slammed, one after another, choking him with things he had closed off when he was a child.

Light.

Bindings bit into flesh threatening to shred muscle. His body arched upwards, as lungs expanded sharply and electricity rippled through him.

Dark.

The rhythmic beeping of the machine returned as pricks of sharp needles pushed through skin, the icy liquid cooling that heated frame that felt like a furnace but was a warming comfort to him. Grounding himself down, waiting as the muscles relaxed from the tense state, he returned to a dreamless sleep.

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S T O R Y   

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The short version

Scott had been born and had been raised in a quiet place tucked into the highlands. Hunters of “ The Company”, as they liked to title themselves, had destroyed that small pack and abducted a few of the children. Fast forward beyond the blood shed, tears and threat of revenge, they adopted these children to selected doctors, raising them as their own and manipulate them into a new life. Combat to etiquette - they were raised to be the perfect hunter. Over time they had positioned Scott into packs infiltrating for information and destroying them within; the hunters doing what they do best.

Some didn’t make the cut, and those were used for studies - messing with dna and trying to isolate certain attributes to be able to enhance their own soldiers, their “ Hunters”.

Those that did make the cut were managed and sold into the world; supernatural households and businesses or anyone that had the funds to afford it. Those creatures were used as extra muscle to do deeds they didn’t want to do, someone expendable and easily tossed away but had the skill to put up one hell of a fight.

Scott had been placed into a company to do such things. Payment afforded him all he needed and what his boss had requested. The underground mafia part of said company was the highlight of his energy. That’s where most of the blood flowed and all his tracking talents were used. Send the dog they’d say. And the hunt was on.

The Beast

It lingered under flesh, entwined into muscle and bone. There were things he inwardly craved, things he needed to calm it. It took years for him to keep himself grounded, gaining control of the push that his body and mind screamed for.

The beast was the size of a small bull when he shifted. A frame build for speed and power; A wide head with powerful jaws, lethal teeth rooted in bone. The hide was thick, deep grey, almost black. It was a killing machine and despite its size, stealthy and unstoppable to most.

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C O M B A T

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Coмвaт Ѕтyle

Fist to sword, he was trained with a variety of weapons. But it the fights that gave the most pleasure were hand to hand. He was a soloist and quick to anger if provoked, but easily calmed if/when it was done.

At the compound, those of his species were pitted against each other - even sometimes to the death. They were trained and shaped to how they wanted them, keeping their minds sated with false truths and comfort.

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...to be continued

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