The Rolands, The Pro Ex Hunters Jan 7, 2016 0:24:24 GMT -5
Post by Ian Roland on Jan 7, 2016 0:24:24 GMT -5
|Name:||Ian Roland||Philip "Lip" Roland||Nikol Roland|
|Weapons:||Short sword laced with|
Brass knuckles with a
dagger sticking out of
A whip that surges with
|Abilities:||As a Tracker, Ian is|
able to look at a place
and be able to record
everything about it
and make a map of it
as well as track targets
down with something
as small as a picture
of that person or monster
|Lip has incredible|
strength, stamina, speed
and agility. He is a formally
trained hunter who is a
force to be reckoned with.
|Similarly to her brother, Lip,|
Nikole has stamina, speed, and
agility, but the main difference
between the two is that Nikol
lacks strength, but makes up
for that with intelligence which
|Family Biography:||Ian was a Hunter, he hunted the creatures|
that were thought to of been from the myths and the legends,
but little did they all know, Ian wasn't just a Hunter,
Ian was a Tracker. He was able to find leads,
traces of anything, energies, auras, anything.
He would just need a glimpse of it,
and once he had a track, he would
find it. It wasn't always a good thing though,
somethings that he found, weren't what
he was looking for, but the thing was, Ian was
learning. He had two siblings, Nikol and Lip, They
got lost though, well, that's what Ian tells himself at least.
They were on their way to Promise Island and they
got separated, Lip in his Subaru, Nikol in her Jeep,
and Ian on his bike. He was traveling on his own now,
they split up when the Island suddenly disappeared
from all traces. They were just about there, and
suddenly, all traces of the place vanished. He wasn't
sure what else to do, none of them
were, their team had to split up.
He had heard stories about the others in his team,
none that ended well, all that ended with death.
He never heard anything of his siblings though
and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. His life was
a strange one, he grew up different and it was
almost as if his family were a family of spies.
Everyone had thought that his parents worked for
the government, CIA, FBI, something like that,
something secretive. They were wrong though, they
were Hunters, famous hunters, they were the Rolands,
and once word got out that the Rolands had a Tracker
in their family, well, things didn't end well.
The first attack came when Ian was young, very young.
|***The first time that he could remember,|
he was 4. He lived in a mansion that could only
be dreamed about for a normal person, but his
parents only worked for the best. His house had
become an impenetrable fortress....or so his
parents thought. He was playing in his room
with his older brother, Lip, when they heard the noise.
A loud bang, both boys looked at each other, Lip,
being older, always wanted to protect his younger
siblings, he was 6, and knew of what his parents
did for a living. His training had already begun. Lip
quickly grabbed his younger brother and carried him
into the closet, flung the shirts on hangers to either
side and pulled open the secret door. He leaned down,
putting his younger brother into the hiding spot, and
called for the other sibling, a sister, Nikol. Nikol was
the oldest, 8. She had already been on her way, when
she heard Lip calling. The banging never eased through
all of this, and Lip and Nikol knew they were on their
own. Their training was about to truly come into play.
|Nikol found the hidden spot in the hallway outside of |
her brothers room, and opened it, Lip came running
out, grabbing his knife. It fit perfectly around his hand
like brass knuckles, even had the ribs in it to make it
easier to fight hand to hand with, and a 9 inch serrated
blade, making it easier to kill with. Nikol pulled out her
go to, a whip. Instantly, it coiled around her arm and the
handle tucked itself into her sleeve, nuzzling against her
like it missed her touch. The two, not sure if they were
ready for what was awaiting them, moved into place,
and opened the doors just wide enough for them to
get out, and locked the house back up,
keeping their younger brother safe.
The two of them attacked, monster and monster, quickly
tiring, taking minimal injuries. The two learned to
be completely in sync with the others movements
and attacks. They were the ultimate duo.
The cleared the waves of creatures attacking
their home and hit the beacon to warn their parents,
who were doing the same thing they were, killing evil
beings that hunted them. The Hunters.
But, now he was alone. He was trying to find someone,
anyone to become apart of who he was trying
to be now, he was trying to change,
he wasn't a hunter anymore, he was just... a Tracker. ***
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