Blane Walterssen

[blane]

Blane Walterssen;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Rebecca
Age: 20
Years of Rping: 6 +
Contact: PM

ID Tag;;

Alias: N/A
Name: Blane Walterssen
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: Fifteen
Species: Human
Job: Hot Topic and part time Hunter
Religious Affiliation: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Code Cracking
2. Flexibility
3. Vast weapons knowledge

Summary:
From a young age Blane was taught all sorts of things from his mother. Several of the things he was taught was advanced code cracking skills. Most people think it is the hackers that are the bad guys but in truth it's really the crackers, hackers are the good guys. Blane can crack anything from a bank safe to a computer network code. As for being flexible, Blane was a student of the ballet for years even though he hated it for years. As he grew older he realized how useful being so flexible could be. That and that class helped him have a perfect slim body. Along with all those other skills Blane has another one which he is move proud of. He has a vast knowledge of all weaponry and is able to piece together any weapon in under a minute.


Weakness:
1. Love of a mother
2. Hate of a father
3. The Law

Summary:
From as early as Blane can remember he never had a mother / son relationship with her mother. She was always sort of distant from him, never even bothering to give him a hug on his first day of school or words of encouragement. His mother really didn't seem to care one way or another what he did and as much fun as it seemed like, it really wasn't. It was quite lonely, especially since his mother never really had any boyfriends. All Blane would like is the approval of his mother. The one thing he hates most in his life would be his absent father. The guy was never around for Blane or his mother and made them resort to stealing, even though Blane really liked it. If he ever saw the guy, he'd kill him! Just under his father would be his hate for the law, the officers who try and catch him of his wrong doings. He'd always been in trouble since middle school stealing things like school supplies and sun glasses with his friends and has a sealed juvinile record.

Appearance;;

Looks: Seventeen
Hair: Natural white, dyed black
Eyes: Gray
Height: Six Feet
Marks: Dragon on back. A skull through a blade that reads ‘Death before Dishonor’ on his left arm.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Light
Body Type: Small
Clothing Style: Punk
Footwear: Male Boots

Summary:
Blane is quite tall for his age and knows it relates to his grandparents on his mother's side. He couldn't care less about his father's side of the family or his father himself. Matter of fact he'd never even seen his father before. Aside from being quite tall he also inherited a rare hair disease making his hair a natural white, something which his mother detests. Ever since Blane was old enough to remember his first childhood memory he could remember his mother dying his hair black, something that Blane continued to do as soon as he was old enough. His eye color is a dark gray color a bit unnatural but nothing unheard of.

Blane prefers to dress as a punk in all black clothes with matching male boots. It somehow just makes him all the more mysterious. The dark clothes go good with his light pale skin tone. And if that wasn't enough to his punk appearance he also got two large punkish tattoes. On his back is a rather large green dragon and on his right arm a large skull with a dagger piercing it which claims 'Death before Dishonor.' Blane would rather die then displease or dishonor his mother.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Stealing
2. Hunting
3. Approval of his mother

Dislikes:
1. Father
2. Vampires and Werewolfs
3. The Law

Flaws:
1. Clingy
2. Quick to use violence
3. No sense of right and wrong

Summary:
Ever since Blane could remember his mother never really cared about him, he never had her approval. There was just always something wrong with him from how he acted, the way he did their family work, and the way he dressed and looked. He would do anything to please her and loves her fully. He is the sort of person that never needs to be introduced to a gun. Blane has no sense of right and wrong other than his own purpose. His own purpose would be killing vampires and werewolfs, or killing anyone to make his mother happy.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Grandfather - Alive
Grandmother - Alive
Mother - Alive
Father - Unknown
School Attended: New York # 203
Grade Level: 10th Grade
Blane Walterssen was born to Daria Walterssen on February 7th. As for his father, Blane had never met the guy, not once. As a child he sometimes dreamed of meeting his father, hoping he would show up on his birthday and be surprised. However his father never showed up and he'd heard nothing but bad things about him. Some cold reference or remark to him day after day for fifteen years.

Blane's childhood was rough, real rough. He never had a father to protect him from the bullies in school and his mother was never really there for him. She was always too hard on him even though he probably deserved it. He knew he deserved it. He could remember his mother dropping him off at school some days drunk, some days sober, but most of the days he had to walk because his mother was still asleep. To gather school supplies he had to borrow them from the other children or even steal them... It wasn't really fair because he knew his mother had money, lots of it.

He supposed that she just wanted to teach him the value of a dollar and the hard work that came with earning it. But as soon as he was old enough he was beat into submissiveness, the sort that only his mother could cause. And when he was nine she began to teach him her techniques for stealing when she became low on money. Stealing was something he valued most because whenever he was learning it he was with his mother, at least the first few times till she thought he'd be good enough on his own. And then from there from the little things he went onto the harder things.

Everything he learned during childhood came into place when he was 'working'. Everything from ballet lessons to working on his mother's gun collection, fixing and reloading the guns until they shone and would work without a second of hesitation, even modifying them past the legal quotas.

After Blane quickly got into the art of thieving he soon mastered another art, a more self satisfying art when his mother noticed his talents. It was first quite scary to see a person die but then he realized a forbidden truth. Vampires and werewolfs existed. Soon after more of his mother's training Blane is now a fully qualified vampire hunter. There is not a day that goes by without killing an evil creature.... And so Blane set's off into the world of evil and good with no one at his side. A side goal is to find his father and kill him in cold blood, after all he's gained about a thousand places of where to stash bodies....

Code Word:
poof the magic fairy baby

Mad Skills;;

"Meep," she uttered from her lips. Of course her car wasn't an option right now. The only thing Sitsi wished for in this moment was that she lived on. She had this strange feeling that she was going to die. Try not to panic, try not to panic. She thought to herself in her mind. She had two choices, maybe three. She could scream for help, she could play the stupid girl, or she could talk reasonably with her 'kidnapper'.

"Where are you taking me and why?" she let out in a raspy voice. Despite better judgment she opened her eyes as she found herself hanging on the girls back. Even if she were to let go she would still be held on, this girl... robot? No, that was stupid. "This isn't scare tactics..." she said softly to herself. Now what? Die because she knew something... Only Sitsi could ruin a perfectly 'nice' small town with such a gruesome thing as say ... her murder.