Post by Drew Carter on Aug 26, 2010 21:44:17 GMT -5
DREW*MICHAEL*CARTER
Name: Drew Michael Carter
Age: 27
Species: human
Group: Hunter
Occupation: Automotive Technician
Sexual OrientationHe likey the ladies
Face Claim: Adam Lavine
Eye Color: light brown
Hair Color: dark brown
Height:6'0"
Body Build: Fit, muscular
Distinguishing Marks: Drew has a few scars on his body, most of them being on his arms and legs from both supernatural creatures and the environment in which they hunt. He blew out his left knee at the age of 21 and has a scar on both sides of that kneecap from his surgery. He has four tattoos on each arm, the singular one on the right being the name of an ex-girlfriend that he had been going out with for some time, and the tattoo on his left extending throughout the entire length of it. The two tattoos on that arm are of a guitar and the longer one being an assortment of images combined into a 'sleeve' tattoo. The final tattoo is on his right shoulder blade which is that of a sun.
Clothing:
Drew prefers to wear jeans (usually black) a v-neck t-shirt (usually dark colors) and on the rare occasion a suit coat over the t-shirt. He doesn't like to wear tennis shoes, so he usually wears black boots, but if he dresses up (which is rare) he will wear dress shoes (black) with the suit he is wearing that evening. He is almost always seen with sunglasses on, no matter what time of day (or night) it is.
He doesn't like to wear jackets, so he usually is seen in hoodies that zip down in the front if he's cold. Nothing about him is flashy, he wears no jewelry of any sort, not even a watch, which keeps him blended in with every other human.
Likes:
1. Guns
2. Knives
3. Silver
4. Killing supernatural creatures
5. Twinkies
6. Mountain Dew
7. Women
8. His car (1970's Plymouth he basically rebuilt)
9. Beer
10. Caffeine Pills
Dislikes:
1. Vampires
2. Werewolves
3. Not having any money
4. Having a supernatural creature escape
5. Sheep-or anyone who works for vampires willingly
6. Fluffy alcoholic drinks
7. Coconut-allergic
8. Pine car air fresheners
9. Planes (flying phobia)
10. God/Church or religion in general
Goals:
1. Kill a lot of supernatural creatures
2. Make some quick cash (lots)
3. Open up his own car shop on the outskirts of Las Vegas
4. Be the best known supernatural hunter with his brother
Fears:
1. Dying
2. His brother dying
3. Becoming a vampire or were
Overall Personality:
Drew doesn't make relationships and has very limited ones outside of those not in his family. His lifestyle is dangerous (which is fine by him) and consumes most of his free time. He chooses to confide in only his brother as his brother understands his lifestyle being that they both hunt together. He trusts no one outside of his family because he knows they are not any supernatural creature and anyone else is just background noise to him.
Drew hunts to feel a thrill, as his job isn't exactly the one he wants to be doing and it can be rather repetitive from time to time. He has an addiction to Mountain Dew as well as caffeine pills to help him on his hunts and takes them whenever he needs to feel a little peppy. He drops the 'f-bomb' like it's nothing when he's hunting, showing off his excitement for the chase and thrill. The only time he is seen as peppy or excited is when he is hunting as he loves the thrill behind it all. He might be afraid of dying and might die one day because of his eccentric pursuit, but he's going to take them down with him.
When something goes wrong he usually blames it on himself, protecting his younger brother's feelings or emotions behind their screw ups. He is uncomfortable talking about anything personal. He is quick to change the conversation, avoid eye contact with people or blows people off completely by saying things like "Don't worry about it."
When he is annoyed, tired or moody he will start swinging, not thinking logically before he reacts with his emotions. This is the only way he knows how to 'talk' about his emotions and usually it's gotten his ass handed to him in a few bars or nightclubs. Every now and then (when he's drunk) Drew gets careless and waves around his piece to get people to back the hell off and away from him. He doesn't like people too close to his personal space, it gets him quickly agitated. The only thing he loves talking about with anyone is cars; the older the better.
Relatives: Braxton Carter-Younger Brother
Overall History: Drew is the eldest brother to the only one he has, Braxton. Drew never always disliked supernatural creatures, in fact when he was a young boy he was excited by the possibility and read just about every vampire or werewolf book there was out there. His passion was with cars and while he played with them as a kid, he loved learning about how to build them and he used to make tons of model cars and trucks growing up.
As Drew grew up and saw the damage hunting had done to their parents (physically as well as emotionally) his tune changed, realizing that if there were not these things out there that his family would be relatively normal. Even so, he never imagined hunting them down and killing them. That was until their parents died when Drew was 12 and Braxton was 10. This left the boys with being raised by their grandparents, both of which were hunters as well. Their grandparents taught them everything they needed to know about hunting, more so than their parents and Drew was more than happy to learn how to kill the SOB's that drained their parents dry.
His grades in middle school and high school were average, never wanting to stick out in any way during his school years. It isn't because he wasn't motivated or isn't smart, he just knew that you didn't need certain classes to hunt supernatural creatures and the classes he did need wasn't being taught in school, but by his grandparents.
He stayed with his grandparents until he was 19, attaining a certificate at the local Technical college for automotive work. Hey, a hunter has to make money, right? After graduation he planned on moving out and offered his brother the chance to move with him and do what they had been learning about for so long. Kicking some serious supernatural ass. Since then the duo have become known by the Hunter community as the 'Carter Boys,' attaining a small reputation for getting jobs done. A lot of jobs.
The two brother's spent some time in New York, but recently heard about the differentiating species in Las Vegas. They hadn't planned on staying in Las Vegas too long, just to check things out and head back to familiar territory, but Vegas is a hell of a lot more fun than New York ever was. From the beautiful women, clubs, booze and opportunities to score some quick cash, Drew instantly fell in love with the city. He doesn't know if Brax wants to go back to New York, but Drew certainly doesn't and he always makes sure to find a way to keep them in Las Vegas.
Drew is currently working on attaining an associates degree in automotive body work, taking a class or two here and there when he gets the time. Hunting is his first priority which has often caused him to be on the verge of bankruptcy a few times, but he always manages to find a way to bounce back and just scrape by. As of late he has heard rumors about a vampire nightclub within the city from other hunters, but no one has been successful at actually attaining the name or location of the club. Once Drew does that'll be the next job he and Braxton take on.
OOC Name:R
Age: er, lookie my profile.
Years RPing: A very long time; when dino's walked the earth
Example:
He liked the streets because it was all Reed knew since he had been fostered by the family he had been with before his new mom found him. Reed pulled his blue jean jacket around his tiny frame as he protected his latest action figure; a military G.I. Joe as he wandered the streets of New York.
Reed knew he would probably get in trouble when he was found by his mom or dad, but he didn't need a nanny to take care of him! He'd been taking care of himself for a long time, which was why he learned how to wrestle! So when the nanny told him he had to do homework instead of watching the television, he told her he didn't need to do homework because he was going to live forever, get his bat wings and teach everyone in his mom's clan how to wrestle...so homework was not important!
He stopped to bend down and tie his boot laces for the third time that evening before he groaned, pulled them off and tossed them over his head. He hated boots! They were heavy and uncomfortable, but his new mom was always putting him in boots, sandals or even those stupid black shiny shoes! Once his boots were off he stood up and started running down the block in white socks, dark stone washed jeans, a very long flannel shirt that was at least four sizes too big and his blue jean jacket. Reed wasn't sure where he was going, but he wasn't gonna be back at the garden any time soon!
Reed ran three or four blocks until he pushed past a group of teenagers, one girl and three boys, causing his toy to drop. Reed stopped his quick steps and looked up at them before he snatched his toy off the ground.
"Hey dude, watch where you're going. Ya almost knocked my girl down here!" Reed backed away from the group as one of the teenagers with shaved hair wrapped his arms around 'his girl' in a short bring pink mini-skirt, white tank top and his leather jacket. Reed looked at the group before he turned around, pressed the toy to his chest and ran down the block with no words spoken to the group. They erupted in laughter which could be heard from two blocks down, still he ran. He didn't have his bat wings yet and he didn't know how to mesmerize either!
Reed didn't know how far he had ran before he saw a cloud of smoke coming up ahead from a car. Reed stopped running to look at it, his eyes squinting as he saw a girl standing in front of her yellow car. He scratched at the back of his head, moving his dark brown mop on his head as he did so, trying to see past the cloud of smoke coming from the car. It was at his pause he heard the quickened steps from behind him, causing him to turn around quickly to see two of the three guys running after him.
"Hey kid! You can't be running into people and not say sorry!" Reed's eyes tripled in size as he stood there in fear before he looked around and took off running. He only made it a few steps before he tripped and tumbled on the cement, his knees and cheek grazing the ground as he let out a small Omph! The steps slowed as the two teenage boys snorted, laughed and pointed at him on the ground. Reed frowned and rubbed at his knees as they closed the distance between the he and they.
"It was'n accident!" Reed clutched the toy to his chest as he stood up to face the teenage boys the slowly made their way over to him. His eyes searched the streets frantically as he took a step backwards and hit a brick wall. I didn't mean ta!" Reed narrowed his eyes as he slipped his toy into his jean jacket coat, standing up tall as he puffed out his chest.
Reed knew he would probably get in trouble when he was found by his mom or dad, but he didn't need a nanny to take care of him! He'd been taking care of himself for a long time, which was why he learned how to wrestle! So when the nanny told him he had to do homework instead of watching the television, he told her he didn't need to do homework because he was going to live forever, get his bat wings and teach everyone in his mom's clan how to wrestle...so homework was not important!
He stopped to bend down and tie his boot laces for the third time that evening before he groaned, pulled them off and tossed them over his head. He hated boots! They were heavy and uncomfortable, but his new mom was always putting him in boots, sandals or even those stupid black shiny shoes! Once his boots were off he stood up and started running down the block in white socks, dark stone washed jeans, a very long flannel shirt that was at least four sizes too big and his blue jean jacket. Reed wasn't sure where he was going, but he wasn't gonna be back at the garden any time soon!
Reed ran three or four blocks until he pushed past a group of teenagers, one girl and three boys, causing his toy to drop. Reed stopped his quick steps and looked up at them before he snatched his toy off the ground.
"Hey dude, watch where you're going. Ya almost knocked my girl down here!" Reed backed away from the group as one of the teenagers with shaved hair wrapped his arms around 'his girl' in a short bring pink mini-skirt, white tank top and his leather jacket. Reed looked at the group before he turned around, pressed the toy to his chest and ran down the block with no words spoken to the group. They erupted in laughter which could be heard from two blocks down, still he ran. He didn't have his bat wings yet and he didn't know how to mesmerize either!
Reed didn't know how far he had ran before he saw a cloud of smoke coming up ahead from a car. Reed stopped running to look at it, his eyes squinting as he saw a girl standing in front of her yellow car. He scratched at the back of his head, moving his dark brown mop on his head as he did so, trying to see past the cloud of smoke coming from the car. It was at his pause he heard the quickened steps from behind him, causing him to turn around quickly to see two of the three guys running after him.
"Hey kid! You can't be running into people and not say sorry!" Reed's eyes tripled in size as he stood there in fear before he looked around and took off running. He only made it a few steps before he tripped and tumbled on the cement, his knees and cheek grazing the ground as he let out a small Omph! The steps slowed as the two teenage boys snorted, laughed and pointed at him on the ground. Reed frowned and rubbed at his knees as they closed the distance between the he and they.
"It was'n accident!" Reed clutched the toy to his chest as he stood up to face the teenage boys the slowly made their way over to him. His eyes searched the streets frantically as he took a step backwards and hit a brick wall. I didn't mean ta!" Reed narrowed his eyes as he slipped his toy into his jean jacket coat, standing up tall as he puffed out his chest.
