Post by Victor Midas on Jul 9, 2010 0:50:39 GMT -8
Victor Midas
-BASIC INFORMATION-
Full Name:Victor Chase Midas
Preferred Name or Nickname:Vic
Original/Canon:Original
Age: 30
Date of Birth: October 26 1984
Main Character Classification - (List): Hunter
Character Type:Human
Power(s):None
Sexuality:Straight
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral):Good
Hometown:Spanaway Washington
Current Residence:Camp Chitaqua
-DETAILS-
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6’3’’
Body Type: Lean and muscled
Distinguishing Marks: Scar on his stomach from years ago hunting a Wendigo along with the little scars that come with being a hunter.
Tattoos and Piercings:None
Vehicle (if you wish): His Chrystler has been blown up, so now he drives a beat up red Ranger
Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Victor’s style hasn’t changed much from before the end. Black, dark red, dark colors in general dominate his wardrobe. He sticks to t-shirts now, and still has his long coat. He wears black and dark blue jeans. If his clothes get dirty he washes them out next chance he gets, no matter what it is that has dirtied his clothing.
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Likes (3 at least):
- Satisfaction of seeing survivors ya know, survive.
- People who find his company or help inviting
- People who listen to him
- Still like hamburgers despite a lack of it being as much a part of his diet as it once was.
Dislikes (3 at least):
- Monsters
- Stupid people who don’t listen
- Liars
- Lucifer
Strengths (3 at least):
- Survival techniques from living in “croat-zones” before coming to Chitaqua
- Figting style combining Eskrima, Jeet Kun Do and Kickboxing
- Loyalty to his friends and allies
- Accumulated knowledge of the supernatural
- Team work, he has learned to work well with others
Weaknesses (3 at least):
- Vic is quick to anger
- He is also only mortal so he is relativly easy to kill
- Getting close to someone, because they can be used against him
- Survivor’s, kids espcially, he hates leaving them behind because he wants to save everyone.
Dreams for the Future:Seeing Lucifer’s head on a pike, that pretty much sums it up. And the survival of the human race too.
Fears: Becoming one of the infected, or being tortured by Lucifer or another of his powerful demon lackies. Because really, that’s the next stage after just fearing monsters, now that the devil walks the earth he and his little “buddies” can start sticking him with God knows what.
Hero(es): John Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Biggest Secret(s): Monsters scare him, they all do, but works through his fear and uses it to fuel his rage which some might mistake for some form of courage, but its only faux courage.
Personality (write a decent paragraph): Victor’s leaned back personality has tensed up and his guard has been raised higher. He jokes less, gives cold stares more, but isn’t without his sense of humor. His emotional side has become a little more prevalent. It’s what makes him human. Before arriving at Chitaqua his self appointed job of searching for survivors and guarding over them until they make it to the nearest camp has brought him to be ever watchful of things such as Croats, demons, anything that doesn’t belong in a group of survivors. A skill he uses when out there in the cities and other infected areas well. When it comes to killing or leaving behind the infected but yet to have turned, he doesn’t let it show but he doesn’t enjoy it, he wishes he didn’t have to, but he does it for the better of the group. Kids have grown on him a lot, he finds their way of thinking something to admire, untainted by the things that no longer hide just in the dark. He has a semi pessimistic view of the world, but he always comes back at himself with philosophy or something to counter act that.
-CHARACTER HISTORY-
Father: Norman Jason Midas
Mother:Janet Marie Midas
Sibling(s):Jennifer Elizabeth Midas
Children:None
Other Family: (close family) None
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) He has lost track of his old contacts, last he saw Dick Ford he was burning his body after the old man had died on a hunt. Stella had moved to Italy. Levi Henderson’s wereabouts remain unknown. He has a certain…understanding with Alexis Lovett though, she did save his ass.
History:
THEN
Born in the mid 80s, Victor Midas grew up very normal. That is, until a faithful night in 1999 he was 13 and in his sleep, his entire family was murdered, but for unknown reasons it left him alive, he still doesn’t know what it is. But he will find it, and he will kill it. And he will enjoy the monsters slow painful death. After the murders Victor went into the foster care system, one would think he would forget the things of the past, repress the memories or something, and then he would live a normal life. Well he never forgot. He ran away from his foster home within the first night they set him in one. He ran, and just kept running, he eventually found the Roadhouse, ate a meal got some sleep and left it behind him. He never did make much of a connection past hi and eating and sleeping there. He hitchhiked and hiked, and he read, and read, and researched all he could. When he found a hunter, he managed to do some hunting himself by following strange deaths and had his butt saved by the very hunter he was following. The man trained him to do the dangerous job.
Over the 5 years he had been under the tutelage of Patrick Wilson, Victor during a Wendigo hunt in 2004, Victor was attacked from no where while alone, he was gashed across the stomach. This leaves a nice big clear scar to this day. Just as he was about to be killed, Patrick Wilson, the hunter he had been training under for years distracted the monster with buckshot, turning its attention to him. Victor followed the short chase to the end of a cliff where Wilson stood his ground and paid with his life for it. Just as Victor say the beast tear into Wilson’s throat, Victor raised his own gun and blew off the distracted creatures head with an incendiary round. That was the last time Victor Midas worked with a permanent partner. He would work with others on occasion, but never was with them for more then a hunt. But his list of contacts has grown thanks to that practice, people he can rely on for clues and other help when he can’t find something himself. In May, 2009 outside of Ilchester, Maryland while hunting a werewolf Victor saw a blinding tower of light shoot into the sky. The next day, the hunt successful, the beast dead, silver bullet through the head, which to make sure Vic cut it off and buried them in separate shallow graves. The day after, things started going just plain wrong.
2010 brought a new chapter in Victor’s story, he started getting leads on the thing that made him what he is today, or was then. Of course then things started to go wrong not long after when the horseman of Pestilence started spreading Croatoan virus. Victor Midas started watching out for the violence, but killing people who seem to have just lost their minds and started being violent isn’t looked upon well in modern society, so he’s wanted in Kentucky. Victor started being more inconspicuous when he hunted or was simply around people who weren’t hunters aware of what was going on.
Victor continued to hunt throughout 2011, being careful of where he went and what he killed. The less Croatoan blood he spilled, the less likely it was he would be infected. Not that he didn’t find other ways to kill them effectively. Molotov cocktails are amazing for that kinda thing.
By 2012, when the Mayans said the end would occur, War is defiantly rampant, Victor however has ceased to simply kill monsters, he has stepped up his efforts and tries to hinder the Horsemen or any other of Lucifer’s forces any way he can, only hunting when it really is called for. Famine being active again lets Victor know that the end is getting nearer and nearer. Pestilence starts spreading Croatoan again and Victor only prays that somehow things will get better. Some day, someone will take a stand, someday, some is going to have to say enough and do something about this mess, someone with some actual power that is. Lucifer then announces how close Death is to arriving on earth. This scares Midas, Death, something he has been playing roulette with since he became a hunter, is soon to arrive on earth.
While the rest of the world seemed to loose its freaking mind, Victor decided to start going into the dangerous areas of infection looking for survivors to bring to the outside. This is when he started caring about kids more then he used to, to swallow a frog to leave the infected children where they were. He let his less macho emotions show. He hears a bout a camp set up that is also a medical facility, lead by an elemental named Lachlan, he hears Vegas is taken by the black eyed shit-bags.
NOW
On the first of the year Victor was ambushed while alone, he fought off the thing at first, it disappeared. About a week later outside of Kansas City it struck him while he was sleeping, he tried to fight it off same as before, he did figure out it was a demon, how so? He smashed a glass bottle of holy water over its head and their face practically melted. However she found him, he really doesn’t give a damn, but a wolf of all things came to his rescue. Along with the rest of the rescue or scouting party. They brought him back to a survivor camp-Chitaqua. And he’s done what he could to pull his weight around the camp since, going on looking for supplies and survivors when he sees a chance. Alexis, the one who saved his but royally, and he have an understanding of each other, a kind of quiet respect. Before all of this went down he would have tried to kill her, but now? She’s another survivor, just like him.
-FINAL DETAILS-
Other Details You'd Like to Add: Vic has gotten to be a better shot, using a rifle to take out a quote at about 500 yards with a M-14, and sink the bullet in between the eyes without a scope. But he can’t really replicate the shot, but he still is pretty damn good.
Vic also carries a switchblade, a custom 44. Magnum (Pictured below), and a sawn off shotgun at all times. He also has two Winchester rifles, a model 70, Featherweight (7 pounds) and a Wmodel 70, Extreme Weather SS.
Alexis Lovett used with permission of the player
Face Claim:Leiv Schreiber
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RP Sample (required):
Victor woke from the same nightmare he had been having for a week, there’s this giant nasty clawed hand coming towards him, and he can’t outrun it, when it catches him, he begins to rot and fall apart.
He dresses and walks about the camp at about the same time every morning, 6 am would be his best guess. His stomach grumbles and then churns in hunger. He puts his hand to it and usually says something to the effect of.
“Food.” Today however, something else is muttered underneath his breath.
“How much longer?” This has been going on for four years? Five maybe? He’d been hunting a lot longer than that before this. But the apocalypse? This was another ball game entirely. He couldn’t just salt and burn his way out of it. Or unload lead. He has to think before he acts, look before he leaps, and he does just that. He haunts the camp this early, wandering around as an unofficial guard of sorts, making sure anything suspicious to him is taken care of. It’s a decently sized camp, nothing small, but it gives everyone at least some kind of room.
Moving over to the mess hall he doesn’t even want food right now, even though his body does. He sits at a bench; he has the urge to tap his fingers on the table, but thinks better of it. What’s going to happen to this place if it’s no longer needed? Say they kill Lucifer, they retake the entire country, sure they already had most of it already, but demons and Lucifer still haunted a lot of big locations, if they ever managed to drive them out, this place would probably end up like Troy or Atlantis. Forgotten as reality and made eventually into myth. People were starting to go about their daily ‘lives’ around the camp. If these really were lives they were going about, why in the sweet name of god did they look like this? Because man is a survivor, and he fights for his right to keep going, no matter what their surroundings are, no matter what their situation is, because mankind is a fighter.
I, Victor Midas, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.
