Really, now? *takes a good look at you* You don't look it. *chuckles*
*jokingly* What, since someone worried about you, or since you've been hurt? If it's the first, I'm just doing my job, babe. Gotta protect the pretty innocent ladies somehow.
What? Like a hunter? My clan's been hunting since the crusades, I've been hunting since I was twelve, hunting demons, vamps and other baddies since eighteen, when deer and bears started to get dull.
Since someone's worried about me. *Smiles at him.* And I'm far from innocent. And kid, I may have tits, but Ladies usually are stuck up snobs that need rescuing. I'm so not that type of girl.
Like you've been hunting longer than me, but I guess you have. *grins* I was taught how to wield a sword by the time I was twelve. Started going out on missions by the age thirteen, with groups, and then started going on them by myself when I turned fifteen. My love for guns came later, because the Order hates the damn things, so I had to go and get it made outside the city. Then, of course, I got this over a year ago. *brings up demonic right arm* Damn thing is nuts, I tell you.
Oh, so you're not one of those 'damsels in distress' type, huh? I like that, you've got spunk. Nice to know not every girl is in need of rescuing.
You could beat your cousins when you were fourteen? Wow, that's impressive. I've never had a family, been an orphan for as long as I can recall. I don't even remember my parent's names or faces. I was taken in by the Order of the Sword and raised by them, so that's why I'm a hunter. The love of hunting runs in my veins. *has a childish glee in his eyes*
*smirks* Oh, I'm pretty sure I get what you're saying. I've been a little too close to female demons too often, so I'm wary. Unfortunately, most guys like to follow their balls rather than their head. I've done it too. Though not as much, since I have someone I really care for. She keeps me in line, so I always remember her. Heh.
*tilts head slightly, thinking, allowing the blue claw to hold his chin for a moment or so* Demonic infestation? I'm not sure, really. Got it while I was protecting someone in a demonic-infested wood close to home. Some demon stabbed my arm and it changed to this. I can do some interesting things with it. It's like an extension of my right arm, in a sense. I can hold enemies like a shield, snatch them while they're pretty far from me, throw them hard into the ground, I can use it to travel, and sometimes it absorbs things to become stronger. Depends on what kind of fighting I'm doing. *shrugs* It's safe, so you don't have to worry about me backstabbing you or something.
I'm an only child, I just, grew up with my extended family. My parents sacrificed themselves to buy time until he woke. The elders think that's why I have the skill to feel demons and vampires like my twin cousins. They're disappointed because I went willingly to Drac to try to stop the fighting. Apparently I'm not the first Belmont to do so either.
Interesting, kind of like the whip my cousins have. They have the ancient weapons, Drac gave me my blades, iron and silver blend. *Grins* I also have a bow, easy to explain away when I'm on a job. Most people complain about guns in secured locations, but don't take my weapons as serious. And demons that laugh at my sticky notes of doom usually are the first ones dead.
Belmont? Is that your name? Got a nice ring to it.
I guess we're kinda similar, then. Grew up without our parents.
Blades and arrows, huh? Interesting. Never took a liking to arrows. They seemed a bit too simple for my liking. Plus, I had a tendency to break them whenever I tried doing archery.
Angelia actually *Smiles* Belmont always makes me feel like I should be a bodyguard for a queen or somethin'.
Archery's fun, though lately I break strings like crazy. Though I can still bring down a buck at two hundred yards with a clean shot. Have to keep my skill up somehow, so every now and then, I'll hunt normal game to sell in smaller villages. Beats gambling for money all the time to keep my baby full of gas. *She beams brightly loving her car.*
Angelia, huh? Well then, it's nice to meet you, Miss Angelia Belmont. *jokingly bows* The name's Nero, by the way. *waves demonic hand, smirking* Actually, I thought I saw a queen walk by earlier today, you sure you're not skipping out on your duties? *grins like a kid*
Your... baby? *blinks for a second, a bit confused* I take it that it's not a guy. At least, I hope not. Unless you like torturing men for some reason. *scratches head*
((Sorry workin on IT for the housemate's son. Idiot fried his comp))
Nice to meet you Nero. Queen as in royalty, or as in drag? *Grins a little. One of her best friends made a kick ass drag queen and she loved teasing him about it.*
Nope, it's a 1979 Toyota landcruiser. The baby's not made for the street, and the only time I got it stuck, took a semi to pull it out.
Oh I'm wounded you thought I didn't know it. *Mock hurt*
It's a car, an awesome car. *Grins* And yeah, full metal construction stops most normal bullets too. Claws... Well I didn't buy it for a good paint job.
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*jokingly* What, since someone worried about you, or since you've been hurt? If it's the first, I'm just doing my job, babe. Gotta protect the pretty innocent ladies somehow.
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Since someone's worried about me. *Smiles at him.* And I'm far from innocent. And kid, I may have tits, but Ladies usually are stuck up snobs that need rescuing. I'm so not that type of girl.
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Oh, so you're not one of those 'damsels in distress' type, huh? I like that, you've got spunk. Nice to know not every girl is in need of rescuing.
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Personally I hate guns too, I love getting up close and personal, you'd be amazed at how many let me in close because I'm a woman. *Purrs a little*
Whoah... Okay what is that? *Looks at the arm closely* I haven't seen anything like it before.
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*smirks* Oh, I'm pretty sure I get what you're saying. I've been a little too close to female demons too often, so I'm wary. Unfortunately, most guys like to follow their balls rather than their head. I've done it too. Though not as much, since I have someone I really care for. She keeps me in line, so I always remember her. Heh.
*tilts head slightly, thinking, allowing the blue claw to hold his chin for a moment or so* Demonic infestation? I'm not sure, really. Got it while I was protecting someone in a demonic-infested wood close to home. Some demon stabbed my arm and it changed to this. I can do some interesting things with it. It's like an extension of my right arm, in a sense. I can hold enemies like a shield, snatch them while they're pretty far from me, throw them hard into the ground, I can use it to travel, and sometimes it absorbs things to become stronger. Depends on what kind of fighting I'm doing. *shrugs* It's safe, so you don't have to worry about me backstabbing you or something.
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Interesting, kind of like the whip my cousins have. They have the ancient weapons, Drac gave me my blades, iron and silver blend. *Grins* I also have a bow, easy to explain away when I'm on a job. Most people complain about guns in secured locations, but don't take my weapons as serious. And demons that laugh at my sticky notes of doom usually are the first ones dead.
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I guess we're kinda similar, then. Grew up without our parents.
Blades and arrows, huh? Interesting. Never took a liking to arrows. They seemed a bit too simple for my liking. Plus, I had a tendency to break them whenever I tried doing archery.
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Archery's fun, though lately I break strings like crazy. Though I can still bring down a buck at two hundred yards with a clean shot. Have to keep my skill up somehow, so every now and then, I'll hunt normal game to sell in smaller villages. Beats gambling for money all the time to keep my baby full of gas. *She beams brightly loving her car.*
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Your... baby? *blinks for a second, a bit confused* I take it that it's not a guy. At least, I hope not. Unless you like torturing men for some reason. *scratches head*
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Nice to meet you Nero. Queen as in royalty, or as in drag? *Grins a little. One of her best friends made a kick ass drag queen and she loved teasing him about it.*
Nope, it's a 1979 Toyota landcruiser. The baby's not made for the street, and the only time I got it stuck, took a semi to pull it out.
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Oh, okay... *obviously has no idea what that is* Sounds like it's got a lot of pack to the punch. Though somehow, I don't think you'd mind that.
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It's a car, an awesome car. *Grins* And yeah, full metal construction stops most normal bullets too. Claws... Well I didn't buy it for a good paint job.