Genetrix Usir (FIN)

[Genetrix Usir]

:: GENETRIX HALCYON USIR ::

Basics!

:: AGE: 20
:: BIRTHDAY: May 31st, 1992
:: GENDER: Female
:: SEXUALITY: Bisexual
:: FACE CLAIM: Karen Gillan
:: MEMBER GROUP: Hunter
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Spanish, Russian, Italian


Personality!

:: LIKES: Guns, training, music, doodling, order, strawberries, coffee, swimming, travelling
:: DISLIKES: Monsters, sweets, dumb people, Protettores, liars, winter, being exhausted
:: HABITS: Biting her lip, pacing when anxious, laughing at the wrong times
:: STRENGTHS: Trustworthy, curious, moral, protective, well-trained
:: WEAKNESSES: Children, animals, her explosive temper, stubborn, unwavering disgust with monsters, overthinker

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Genetrix is a very inquisitive person, often sticking her nose where it doesn't belong and getting herself in trouble. Despite this, she's well liked by most for her caring nature and easy smile. She makes friends with ease, and finds it easy to maintain the relationships. But, for whatever reason, she has found it hard to keep a romantic relationship lasting past the intimate stage, where she just clams up and leaves without a single word.

She's as stubborn as a mule, making it hard to get it any other way then her own way. She has her set ways of doing things, and most just decide to go with it rather then deal with what happens later when the jobs been done. Seeing how hard as she trains, people have learned to trust her instincts, often following close after her and keeping themselves alive through following her lead.

Genetrix has no tolerance for monsters, and will kill any single one in cold blood if she gets the chance. She believes them to not be any better then dangerous beasts that need to be put down not always so humanely. This side of her tends to scare other people, so she keeps it under-wraps when not around fellow hunters.


History!

:: MOTHER: Eyre Usir, 41, Alive
:: FATHER: Turold Usir, 29 when killed
:: SIBLINGS: None
:: SPOUSE: None
:: CHILDREN: None
:: PETS: Walter, 2 y/o ferret
            Aaron, 1 y/o ferret
            Pad, 1 y/o ferret

:: HISTORY: Unlike some of her Hunter brethren, she wasn't born into that violent family. Genetrix was raised like any normal child in the United States of America from the time she was born, until she was nine, when her father was reportedly killed by wild animals in the forest near to her home in Washington State. As a child, she didn't really understand, but accepted it. While they mourned, she watched as her mother Eyre seemed to lose her mind, always mumbling about things of fantasy, vampires and werewolves.

After her father was killed, her life spun into something of a horror story. Life became hard, the house falling into shambles as Eyre slowly lost her mind. She abused her daughter, forgetting to feed her while always shouting at her and slapping her. She didn't understand why her mother would be doing this to her, but just retreated into a depressed shell, where she stayed until she was fourteen.

When her mother was taken away by the state to be put into an insane asylum, and she was entrusted to the foster system, she was allowed to go through the belongings of her family before leaving to find some stranger family that she would live with. All the while dreading the work, she started in her father's study, a room that hadn't been touched since he had passed away years before. What she found first, dead center in the middle of his desk, was a small black notebook addressed to Genetrix herself, from her father years before.

She took it from the room, and left, forgetting about it almost immediately, the stress of going to her first foster home crowding it out of her mind. But when she was sixteen, she was being forced to move to another home, and she found it once again, in the deep pocket of the old jacket she had been wearing that day. She quickly tucked it into her new jacket, always keeping her fingertips on it, in fear of once again forgetting it.

Finally finding a moment to herself, Genetrix tucked herself into the small bathtub at her new foster home, and set about to reading it; and what was written inside of it would change her world for forever. It told her of the world that her father had tried so hard to keep her from when she was born, and only failed when he was killed by the monsters that he had once tried to protect. In writing, her father begged her to not begrudge the monsters that undoubtedly had put an end to his life. He apologized that she ever had to read it, and ended it with final plea.

As much as he pleaded her in writing to keep from hating the monsters that had killed her father, she quickly fell into a fit of rage, the first strong emotion she had felt in years. She gathered her unpacked things, and left in the middle of the night, off in search of someone that would believe her, and would help her hunt. She already knew that she would spend her life hunting and killing these things, if she had the choice.

Genetrix was homeless, with only the notebook to keep her company, as she traveled and searched the U.S, wanting to find someone that would believe her mad ramblings. It wasn't until she was eighteen that she glimpsed the dark world of the Hunter Society. One dark winter night she was settling down to sleep on a park bench in Georgia, when she barely saw two dark-clad men stalking through the trees. Their silver daggers glinted in the moonlight, and something told her to follow them, which she did slowly, not wanting to catch the attention.

She watched them kill a huge beast, a werewolf, with ease, and before she could stop herself, she rushed the clearing, begging them to take her with them to teach her how to hunt like they could. Upon inspecting her clothing, they quickly grabbed her and took her, not to heed her pleading, but rather to make sure that the witness wasn't going to speak a word, even if no one listened to her. They took her to one of their superiors, and before even a word could be spoken between them, she mentioned her father's name, Turold Usir.

The superior looked at her in surprise, and asked her what she knew of Turold. She explained her lineage, to which the man looked surprised. He explained that his own name was Kayden Usir, Turold's older brother who had been the first to find out the darker under world that most humans were so blind to. But, unlike Genetrix's father, found them hideous, and felt the need to purge the world of such horrendous creatures. Without much delay, he quickly took his niece under his wing, and began to train her. She quickly learned, and by the time she was 20, she had graduated training, and was beginning to hunt real monsters.

Now, as she moved from her uncle's reach to Saipan, she begins to hunt alongside the bigger names of the league, and as she learns more and more about what she's fighting, she becomes more adamant about how they should be purged from the world. Genetrix is beginning to join hunts regularly, and is stalking the nights to protect the dumb humans from their dark fates, if they were to run into monsters.


Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Ginger
:: YOUR AGE: 20
:: CONTACT: PM me~
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Oh so long... almost five years? I've been on staff in a few places, including SP
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: Raven Tyler

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Raven's breath came from her mouth in large plumes of visible air as she trekked across the stiff snow that had fallen through the night. She glared at the rising sun, hoping for a warmer day as she pulled her black coat tighter around her, hoping to lock the warmth around her. She stuffed her hands deep into her pockets while looking around at the people that had begun to awake.

They went about their daily chores, seemingly happy with the boring task of shoveling snow. A memory of helping her father clear their driveway wrenched through her, squeezing her heart painfully before she was able to force the poisonous memory away. Her breath came out in short bursts while she quickly scurried off the sidewalk to compose herself.

She went around the large tree that was growing between two vaguely familiar houses, and pushed through some well trimmed bushes. Raven stumbled, and caught herself painfully on her hands in the freezing cold snow. She cursed and rolled over onto her back as she rubbed her hands together, trying to get some kind of warmth through the cold skin. With a sigh, she pulled at her scarf, evening it out as she watched the snow-filled clouds slowly pass by.

There was a quiet screech of metal behind her, making her jump to her feet and feel at her waist, before she forgot that she had left her things at home. She frowned at herself, not only for forgetting her protection, but also because it had only been the wind pulling at the old child's big toy that made up the neighborhood park.

She heaved a sigh before she came up to it, running her fingers delicately over the rusting slides and swings. Raven had the brief thought of playing on the swings for awhile, but she knew that it would only be procrastination for what needed to be done today. Tears began to burn at her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, and pulled her phone from her pocket, shooting a text to her twin brother to let him know about her plans for the day.

After a quick glance at the clock on it's screen, she frowned at how early it was, since it felt like it was so much later then it was. She sighed, and left the small, old park behind as she trekked back up the hill, towards a fence that looked so familiar. The shiny red paint of the wood reflected brightly from the ice that covered the sidewalk thickly, causing another memory to wrench through her body painfully. She grabbed onto the fence, not caring for splinters, before she was able to stand up straight, and make her way around to the front of her house.

Someone called out her name, and with a start, she turned to see an old neighbor, someone that frankly, Raven was surprised to see still alive and moving around. She forced a smile across her lips as she waved back to the old, old lady. When the lady tried to get her to come across the road, she just shook her head firmly before turning to the door of the house. The door that hadn't been opened ever since Ryan and herself had left, not wanting to be in the home of her parents when they weren't there.

She heaved a painful sigh as she slid her old key into the lock. It easily twisted in the deadbolt, and the door unlocked before me. It slowly swung inwards as she tried to fight up some courage to step across the threshold.

Credits!

TEMPLATE MADE BY .:margie:. WHO SPENT A LOT OF HER TIME AND HARD WORK MAKING IT. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR SHE WILL SEND AN ARMY OF HUNGRY WEREWOLVES TO EAT YOU UP!

[Soji]

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