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HUNTER SEO

Appearance

Hunter isn't terribly tall, average at best with dark hair and dark eyes. At first glance he looks soft and almost timidly awkward but once he is pulled out of his introverted shell he can be quite the opposite. For some reason or another his nails never grow. He doesn’t cut them, they just stay the same length, but there are times where out of seemingly no where the tips of his fingers ache. The same goes with his teeth. He’s always chalked that up to sinus issues or because he eats a lot of sugar (excuse you, his dental hygiene is impeccable). Even his skin will ache in some sort of phantom way.

Fashion

A mish-mash of fashionable and looking like he's homeless. (He likes to be comfortable, wearing hoodies and jeans most of the time. Sweatpants and t-shirts.) Sometimes he can be found fully clothed, other times he is very clearly lacking pants. He isn’t afraid to experiment with his style, though and is not at all shy about wearing something that may be out of the ordinary. He just doesn’t enjoy a lot of…color.

Demeanor & Attitude

Easily hyped up, but also calm and introspective, slightly clumsy and awkward. Laughs a lot and tries to play things off a lot of the times if he does end up embarrassed or insecure. *(His backstory explains why he sometimes can feel like two different people.)

Voice

Depends on the situation, or who he's with. He adapts to a lot of things.

Magic & Telepathy

Energy Medicine; ability to heal with one's empathetic, etheric, mental, astral or spiritual energy.
Psychic Surgery; ability to remove disease or disorder within or over the tissue by using energy like incisions that heal immediately afterwards for minor or over a few days for more major.
Telepathy; ability to recieve or send thoughts supernaturally.
...but he's learning as he goes.

Backstory

Hunter, first of all, has no real memory of his parents or even much of his childhood prior to being 7 years old. No faces, no voices, nothing. Almost as if none of it ever existed beyond the flashes of memory he has of people he assumes now were his parents.

When he was 7 years old his first memory was being held down in his bed while everyone around him were chanting strange words he’d never heard of. There was crying, screaming, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing.

His next memory was of his hands covered in blood.

The following memories were flashes of a life he isn’t even sure was his own. They could have been his imagination or something he’d seen on television.

The most vivid memory he had was being in a hospital. The paper gown to start, that luckily graduated into a plain cotton garb. He remembers the faces here. He rememembers his friends. They came and went. There was another boy, he was angry and hurt people. Until one day he didn’t hurt anyone else, and Hunter ended up in some sort of solitary confinement with padded walls and the only daily visits he had were from needled and nurses that looked terrified to even touch him.

He didn’t understand any of this. But he knew he was tired. He was cold. And everything was always numb.

Until he had therapy.

It was his only freedom and even then he was strapped up in a way that made him eventually realize that they had no idea that they weren’t saving themselves from him at all that way. He never used his hands. He could. It would be worse if he did. But he didn’t them. In reality, it was whatever was in the needles that kept him at bay.

He’d sit and listen. He’s answer questions. He learned what they wanted to hear and when to tell them.

For five years, he played the game. He waited, and waited, and stayed numb, and cold. Until he couldn’t do it anymore. Time was up. For him, for them, for everything.

All of his memories had been locked away, compartmentalized and his trauma kept the truth hidden just beneath the surface. Itchy and painful.

One by one…all of the secrets would find their way out…

And he wasn’t sure what that would mean. But he knew that he wasn’t what they thought his was, or what he was made to think he should be.

He was something else.

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OOC PERMISSIONS

• Same as IC.

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