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IL: Shannon Hawthorne

Published: May 10, 2013

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_{//warning, long ass block of text coming up LOL//
asdhfsjka a supernatural rp group I just couldn't resist;;
so here's my crappy character who hopefully makes some sense OTL;
gahh I hope I get accepted;;

edit:
i-i-i-i got in!! //dies
if anyone wants to RP with me feel free to send me a note ; 7 ;
/forever lonely OTL;

Name: Shannon Hawthorne
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Partner: None
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 134 lbs
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Occupation: Freelance programmer/hacker, hunter
Inventory: Holy water, bags of salt, hunting knife, gun, lock pick set
Vehicle: Her fathers old 1999 Harley-Davidson Softail Custom Fxstc [link]
Personality:

Misanthropic | Tactless | Short-Tempered | Intelligent | Realist | Cynical

First impressions of Shannon are never pleasant ones. Her most notable trait is her absolute lack of tolerance and impossibly short temper. The slightest misbehavior can throw her into a swearing frenzy, in which she will proceed to curse like a sailor with a tongue as sharp and unforgiving as a chainsaw. Rarely ever are her words kind, and most of the time when she opens her mouth, it’s either to swear, tell you off, or criticize your smallest mistake. Frankly speaking, Shannon can easily be categorized as a “jerk”.

Thankfully, Shannon is a woman of few words. She prefers silent isolation over the uproar of crowds and cannot stand the company of fellow human beings. She is very distinctly a misanthrope, or basically a hater of the human race and carries an unbelievably cynical outlook on mankind. Her dislike of human contact and interaction has also made her a very discrete person, and in turn she tends to avoid the spotlight whenever possible. Coupled with her foul mouth, very few people can tolerate Shannon, making her list of companions short and rendering her almost impossible to work with.

Despite all her flaws, though, Shannon is actually quite intelligent and a dependable person (if not a little mad too). But there is always a method to her madness. Although she may look messy and disorientated and unintelligent with her hipster glasses (which are just for reading, mind you) and dyed red-amber hair, hiding behind the mess is an acute IQ of 149. She is swift to analyze situations even as they arise and will never plunge into the deep-end without thoroughly researching the waters. No matter how scattered her life may seem it follows few organized rules. She will never impulsively throw herself into an unknown situation, and she will never start a fight that she knows she cannot win. Her practicality is possibly her only positive trait. Always thorough and analytical, when Shannon does a job, she is sure to do it well and will undoubtedly see it through to the end.

That aside, she has a keen hunger for knowledge. The pursuit of knowledge, perhaps, is the only thing motivating her in life, and one of the few ways for her to cure her perpetual boredom. Sometimes the hunt for knowledge is more important to her than the hunt for the supernatural. Combined with her violent personality, Shannon is somewhat of an aggressive nerd, although you could hardly tell from appearances. She lives freely, going and doing as she pleases with little to no destination in mind.

Bio/ History:

Born as the result of a one-night-stand between hunter Nora Hawthorne and an oblivious army veteran Dan Hughes, Shannon’s life was doomed from the start to be an awkward one. Nora couldn’t hunt with a baby strapped to her back, so at one month old Shannon was deposited at her unsuspecting fathers doorstep, and he was dutiful enough to raise her. Being raised by a single army veteran (now an electrician) had its pluses and minuses. Having seen the horrors of war and all the terrors of the world (or so he thought), a borderline paranoid Dan was determined to protect his delicate little girl from the tragedies of reality.

At 4 years old 911 was on speed dial; at 5 years old Shannon went to preschool armed with pepper spray and mace; at 6 years old she was learning (unsuccessfully) to punch through wooden boards; and at 7 years old she was the weirdest kid on the block in her Chicago home. “Weird” was the only way to describe the kid whose dad acted like the entire world was out to get them. Needless to say because of this, she had few friends. Dan’s education may have taught Shannon to be safe, but it also taught her to trust no one, and she didn’t.

She soon found that computers were easier to understand than humans. Computers could never betray you, they did exactly what you told them to do, and you could control every single variable unlike in the uncertainly of reality. At an early age she was drawn to the ones and zeros, and soon lived a life defined only by the darkness of her room illuminated only by the bright screen of her computer. Dan, of course, was her friend. He faired well for a single father and words couldn’t express the bond that they had forged (maybe swear words could, though. Shannon had to have learned her language from someone, right?), but there were limits to the role he could play. At 10 years old, aunt Lauretta Hawthorne, older sister to Nora Hawthorne, swooped in to save the day and played the role of her absent mother. She tucked Shannon in at night and told her bedtime stories and accompanied Dan whenever he was called to the principal’s office because Shannon had gotten into another fight. She felt bad for Shannon, she had claimed as reason for her sudden intervention in her life, as she had been blatantly abandoned by her mother, but later it would be revealed that that was not the case.

At 11 years old, Shannon returned from school to find a thoroughly destroyed apartment room and the dead body of her father. Standing over him was a woman soaked red with his blood and eyes as black as night, and no amount of emergency drills, karate chops, or pepper spray were going to save Shannon from the demon who had slain him. It was aunt Laurette who saved her, actually, with a carefully camouflaged vase of holy water, a few salt rounds here and there, and of course an exorcism. In the end, Dan’s precautions had only shielded Shannon from the natural world, but not the supernatural world that she really had to hide from.

As it would turn out, the Hawthorne’s were a lineage of hunters, and aunt Lauretta’s appearance in Shannon’s life was a heartfelt protective gesture from her estranged mother as a result of a demons threat against the family. Nora had been slain and then Dan as well, but aunt Lauretta would not allow Shannon to be taken too. Instead, she grasped Shannon by the hand and pulled her into the world of the supernatural, into the world where all those bedtime stories she whispered to her at night were real.

Shannon moved from location to location, state to state, job to job with aunt Lauretta in her new hunting career. Dan’s emergency drills, karate, and pepper spray were replaced with aunt Lauretta’s exorcisms, silver bullets, and holy water. Shannon channeled her affinity for computers toward the job and became an accomplished hacker, her skills polished by her genius level IQ but idiot level communication skills. She thoroughly utilized her intelligence on the job and was aunt Lauretta’s studious niece, always doing the research for the next job and swallowing up as much knowledge as possible.

At 18 years old, Shannon watched aunt Lauretta die at the hands of a vampire as a result of misinformation on Shannon’s part. She had failed to adequately research the job, and it had cost Lauretta her life. This mistake Shannon would never live down, and was from then on determined to never provide misinformation again. In the aftermath of aunt Lauretta’s death, Shannon dropped out of high school just shy of graduation and opted for a GED instead. She abstained from attending college, but made up for it by utilizing her 149 IQ. Shannon now hunts on a semi-regular basis, supporting herself as a freelance programmer and on occasion, providing information to fellow hunters.

Likes:

Computers – Her computer is (sadly so) her best friend and most prized possession. She can spend days isolated inside a dark hotel room seated unmoving in front of her laptop, either completing a new program or researching her next job. She is never without her computer or computer-related equipment.

Learning new things – She may not look it, but Shannon is always out to acquire new information. Whether it’s new insight on a supernatural species or new myths and lore, she is sure to eat it up the moment she gets her hands on it. She also keeps an ear out for rumors regarding current events in the hunter community, even snippets about specific hunters.

Jewelry – A small pleasure she takes in her life is the accumulation of little trinkets and jewelry. Nothing too expensive or extravagant, but she enjoys the look of the small things. Between jobs some are lost and others broken, so she tends picks up new trinkets in the next town as a sort of souvenir.

Lollipops – Coffee makes her jittery, so as a replacement, Shannon almost always has a lollipop in her mouth to pump sugar and energy into her body. It helps her stay awake while pulling all-nighters and the sweetness makes her feel a little more alive and a little less dead.

Reading – If she’s not hunting or on the computer, then she’s reading. It doesn’t matter what book, as long as there are words on paper she’ll read it. Fiction, nonfiction, and biographies are all fair game. She’s even known to pick up encyclopedias and plow right through them as if they were ordinary books.

Dislikes:

People – Shannon indiscriminately doesn’t like people. She doesn’t enjoy the company of others, conversing with others, physically touching others, or essentially anything that has to do with other people. She only ever engages with other human beings when it is completely necessary, such as for work or on a job, in which she can be (moderately) civil.

Being wrong – There is nothing that irks Shannon more than being wrong or if there is something that she doesn’t know. If she doesn’t know everything about something, than it’s not good enough, and she will strive to discover whatever it is that she missed. She can be eccentrically obsessive over knowledge and information, and will work to make sure that everything she knows is correct and perfect.

Children – Seeing that her patience is nonexistent, children automatically don’t sit well with Shannon. Just the sight of children can make her physically cringe and wait for them to pass, just so she doesn’t have to endure their screams and babbling. She would never swear at a child, but god help her there are times when she wished she could.

Sleeping – Sleeping, according to Shannon, is a waste of time. So much could be done during the hours that you sleep, so Shannon tries to keep her sleep time to a minimum. She wants to use her time as productively as possible, and sleeping certainly isn’t productive. Because of this she often sleeps at strange hours and for only short periods of time.

Being bored – There is nothing less productive than being bored, and Shannon simply cannot tolerate being bored. She has to be occupied, everyday, all the time. If she’s not hunting then she’s on the computer, and if she’s not on the computer than she’s reading, and if she’s not doing any of that then she’s not being productive and will desperately seek activity to cure her boredom.

Other:

Her anti-possession necklace was previously owned by her aunt Lauretta, and on the same chain is her father’s old military dog tags.

She has a small star tattoo on the right side of her neck.

Due to her sleeping habits (or lack thereof), Shannon has developed possibly permanent bags under her eyes.

Despite having never gone to college, Shannon is a skilled programmer and knows her way around a computer well.

Shannon is more skilled at knife fighting than she is with handling guns.

Compared to the time she spends studying the supernatural world, she doesn’t actually hunt that much.

Extra Current Earnings: --
Rp Snippet:

Your car has broken down on the side of the road. It's a clear five miles before you find help in either direction, and it's started to rain.

Inexplicable shaking and choked coughs signaled to Shannon that her old motorcycle wasn’t going to make it much longer. Having been baking under the hot summer sun for hours now, it was no wonder that the old girl was going to give out on her. But that didn’t mean Shannon had to like it. With an irritated sigh, she pulled off the pavement and cruised into the gravel strip on the roadside. Idle now, she gave the handles an experimental twist, trying to coax the bike back to life, but to no avail. The engine only gave a weak rusty cough. She sighed again, this time through gritted teeth as her nonexistent patience began to ware thin. She flopped off the bike and practically threw her helmet off her head, casting it onto the ground like a discarded tissue. It rolled off the road and into the endless field of dry crispy grass—she made no effort to stop it.

“Shit”, she swore under her breath. It was five miles till the next town in either direction and the blazing sun sure wasn’t going to make it an easy hike. The lonely black highway stretched out for what seemed like a thousand miles ahead of her, mocking her by showing off its awesome length that she sure as hell wasn’t going to walk (and drag her bike with her no less). Standing on the roadside, one hand running through her red hair and the other planted firmly on her hip, she ran the situation a thousand times through her mind, but not even her 149 IQ brain was going to magically whisk her five miles to the next town. So she sat down instead.

With a flop, she dropped down upon the rocks and pebbles with her back leaned up against her out-of-commission motorcycle. Sweat beaded on her forehead but she smeared it away with her gloved hand. She’d just have to wait, then, for someone else to pass by. It wasn’t a busy highway, but not a desolate one either. Probability was on her side and chances were, someone would pass by before she even got close to the next town if she ventured on foot. It was more efficient to conserve her energy and wait, she concluded, even if it meant interaction with another person. From her bag she retrieved a book, some unknown unacknowledged book which she had picked up at a gas station a few miles before, and peered through her hipster glasses at the pages. She wondered how many pages it would take for someone to come along and offer her a ride. A wet spot appeared on the page. And then another, and yet another followed it.

The thin low-quality paper was soon dotted with moisture that faded and bled the black text. She looked up. Droplets of rain stained her glasses and blurred her vision. But despite that she looked back down at the soggy pages of her book as rain began to crash down upon her. The warm shower soaked easily through the weak pages that began to sag in her hands, but she turned each page with care that only a book would ever experience by her touch hands. Her eyes skimmed across the now barely legible words, rain drops resembling tears sliding off her glasses.}

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PairFan

Aug 30, 2021

I love this style! <3