Skipper Dall (Completed)

Name:Skipper Dall
Age: 26
Group: Hunter

Appearance: Skipper is not a very bulky person, she is only 5'5". She has a straight body shape and is of average weight. She has olive skin and freckles across her nose and under her eyes. She has light blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that is usually pulled back in a neat pony or french braid that reaches to her mid back. Her everyday outfit is light blue skinny jeans, black and white high tops, white tank-top, a brown sweater and she wears dog tags that use to be her brothers. She also wears a slightly more fancier outfit for formal events. Skipper's anti-possession tattoo on her hip, and she has Enochian writing on the top of her right foot that hides her from angels.


Personality: Skipper is a mostly happy person, she does have very strong emotions though. When she is sad she will be bummed out for an exaggerated amount of time. She is jumpy and random (Only if she is comfortable around the person/thing). She has some small humor but she can also be serious, determined, and stubborn. She tries to control her outside emotions to suit the surroundings.


History: Skippers father, Mr.Dallr was a hunter, of course she never knew this until a muff up happened. When skipper was 15 she was baby-sitting her younger cousin while their parents were out on a camping trip. Her father was actually hunting a wendigo, using his own wife as bait! The hunt was unsuccessful everyone died except Mr.Dall. He took custody of the cousin and watched over Skipper as well, 6 months after the incident Mr.Dall committed suicide. Skipper and her cousin were put in an orphanage, her cousin was adopted leaving Skipper alone, the worst thing to her. when Skipper turned 18 she had figured out that a 'bear' didn't destroy her life, but a supernatural being. She made promise to herself to help others and to save them from falling into a situation like hers.


  Skipper was now 26  she was working a gig in a small town. Demon, she suspected. She had all the traps set in a beat down barn just on the edge of town, Skipper wasn't just going to kill the demon but interrogate it. She wanted to figure out why it was killing the way it did, a stab to the eye. She managed to trap the demon, or Clover, as the creature called itself. It was the most annoying thing ever, a girl about Skippers age but much taller was the psychopathic eye-stabber. After much arguments about killing and screaming Clover said the words that made a partnership stick, 'An enemy of my enemy is my friend.' . The two have been hunting together since then. 

Strengths: Logical, Quick-Moving, Flirtatious 
Weaknesses: Impatient, Little muscles, Stubborn 
Likes: Reading, Summer, Hunting(Mystery solving), and general happiness 
Dislikes: Being alone, an out of control situation, mind games/illusions, sad movies 

-- OUT OF CHARACTER --

Name/Alias: Just call me Daffy
How you found us: The power of google, and fate
How long you have been rping for: First time on a forum, but I use to RP on instagram for about a year.
Other characters here: n/a
Anything else: nope

RP Sample: It was near midnight when Skipper finished painting devils traps in every place manageable, the run down barn seemed to be where the creature was living. "Done" Skipper said to herself, herself. The words rang in her head. Skipper hated to be alone. "I need to get me a partner sometime." She chuckled to herself. Skipper had been waiting for an hour behind a musty pile of hay, she heard a clank of the barn door slide open. She waited, wanting to just scream the well-memorized exorcism.  Skipper stayed put, not wanting to fight. What if her trap had failed? The silence indicated it didn't.

Skipper half walked half jogged to the trap, her gun loaded with devil trap bullets. Sure enough there was a demon leisurely strolling in the circle. It was a girl, hear black hair was smooth and away from her pretty face. Her clothes seemed odd to Skipper, they were edgy and had a punk theme to it. 

Skipper pointed the gun. "Got you! You psychopath!  Demons are the worst!" She spat, it was hard to keep her excitement down, hunting gave her a rush of energy. 

The demon only said one thing, her voice taunting "An enemy of my enemy is my friend."