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[herondale.]

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S h a d o w h u n t e r
&
M u n d a n e

{~ i'll write up a plot when one comes to mind. ~}

r u n e s
{ just incase we forget. }

We pretty much know the basics of the plot. I'll get some sort of story/intro up when my brain decides to be creative. c;

[herondale.]

N E P H I L L I M

Name
Jared Lukas Bellefleur
Nickname
"Just Jared."
Age
Seventeen.
Date of Birth
15th July.
Orientation
Straight.
Hometown
London, England.
Nationality
British. "But consider me your average American with a dodgey accent."


Height
Five foot eleven.
Weight
Around 175 lbs. "All muscle, my friend."
Eye colour
Blue-green.
Hair colour
Dark brown.


Relationship Status
Single. "And not searching."
Crush
"Guess."
Personality
Most of the time, Jared can come across as sarcastic and, sometimes, remotely cold. He isn't any expert at expressing his feelings in any other way other than a snide comment. He can be quite big-headed and over-confident which has been known to get one many a nerve and, as he likes to recall, numerous fights that have ended both good and bad.

But despite his very head-strong demeanour, he's very trustworthy. Especially in a battle. You can be sure that he would not let you down for a second and he would always have your back no matter what the situation. If there's one thing he's good at - other than being a charming guy - he's good at slaying Demons. Ever since a young child he's had strong disdain for the creatures.
History
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Other
I'll edit it later. ^^

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
and I feel so rough"

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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody
that I used to know"
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M u n d a n e●●●›

Name:
Kyra Rose Denault
Gender:
Female
Age:
Seventeen
Birthdate:
September 23rd
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Edmonton, Alberta
Nationality:
Kyra is Canadian and doesn't like to say so. She hates being asked rude questions about her home country and will actually stand in defense of her beloved Canada. Though she does love her new house and its surroundings she will sometimes be caught staring at her photo albums with a mug of hot chocolate, homesick.

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Eye Colour:
An icy blue.
Hair Colour:
A dark chestnut.
Height:
Around 5'9 or 5'8
Weight:
Between 150-160 pounds.

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Personality:
When speaking to people who have met Kyra they might mention it takes a long while to earn her trust. That is true and she will make it quite obvious while talking to her, especially at night or if you are a man. At first Kyra tries to avoid any topics that may steer away from the topic that you were currently on. For she does not like to speak a lot with complete strangers or people she does not trust yet. Not fond of small talk Kyra would rather not talk at all then speak few words. To sum that all up she loves to talk and listen to people she trusts, she could really spend hours listening to others speak. She will try to find interest in conversations and usually does even if she isn't fond of the topic.

Though Kyra may not seem like the nicest girl at first impressions she is a rather warm, kind and humble mundane who would do anything for those she has grown to love. She is very protective in what she believes in and tries to hold in some of the anger that can sometimes get the best of her. The past mistakes that she had made haunts Kyra and if they're that bad can send her into a moody state. When the past or her family is mention that too can change Kyra's mood. Those are subjects she prefers to stay off of and avoid all together. Very conscious of others feelings Kyra would hate to make others feel unhappy.

Due to an incident on the streets and her father Kyra is rather uncomfortable around men. She has a hard time trying not to jump at their every move and change streets when walking. It's just a natural thing her brain has forced her whole body and mind into doing. Around men Kyra is shy and quiet, something that she has grown into as well. Still, she always tries her best to act natural around them.

Kyra will always feel at home with hot chocolate, ice tea or a few good books, for these all put her at ease. She loves to sit around and read, especially outdoors. Though she doesn't exactly look like it Kyra is very sporty and loves to play soccer or volleyball. Sometimes to vent Kyra will draw, though not very good she will still do it. She hates taking out her anger physically and prefers to draw it out. Bugs scare Kyra, especially spiders, and she really hates to be around them. Along with water. When Kyra was young her family visited her cousins in California. One of her cousins attempted to drown her and she refuses to go near any large bodies of water since then. Even pools.
History:
Kyra's history and life never have exactly been considered good. At home she was born in Edmonton and had to move a few kilometers away because of finance issues, since they weren't the most wealthiest family. At the age of five her seven year old brother was playing with her at the playground and was run over by a speeding vehicle. This nearly drove her mother to insanity and her father took up drinking. As the years carried on her parents fought more. Usually over bills and drinking, occaisionally what to do with her. Eventually the divorce came when she was twelve.

By then her mother was disgusted by her. The woman she had grown to hate moved to the United States and Kyra hadn't seen her since. This left her with her father who, by then, was an alcoholic. At least three times a week he would beat her over stupid reasons, just because he felt like it. Due to this Kyra lived at her friend's house for three years until she was fifteen. By then her friend, Landon, was moving, his family warmly welcomed her to join them. Her father told her he didn't care where she went and she joined them. Soon she was settled in with her own room in an actual maintained house.

Sometimes at night Kyra would walk home late from work, at a local restaurant, having to walk on silent streets. She never gave much thought about it until she was attacked and raped. From then on she was extremely uncomfortable around men and hated to be alone with them.
Relationship:
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Crush:
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Other:

{I hope I didn't overdo it, I got so into it! Anyway, who starts when your done your form? c:}

[herondale.]

{ So sorry, but my brain just isn't functioning. I would write more for Jared's personality and history but I just can't think of anything decent to write. :C Gah, damn you for having an epic form!XD But could you when you get the chance? I'm a little distracted this evening... }

[valiant.]

{Sure, I don't mind. c:}

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

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Kyra's eyes darted around in a skittish manner, her steps hesitant even though she was with Landon. The older boy looked down at her, eyebrows knotted together, his concern evident. She ignored him though and kept walking, her pace quick which made Landon have to jog at times. Normally she would be teasing him but it was dark out at the moment and this always caused some paranoia to rise up in her. Landon gave her a sympathetic pat on the arm and she couldn't help but scoff. He wasn't helping her in any way. She had insisted he took her to the library, or at least walk her there. Then she could return home on her own. Soon the library came into view on the quiet streets and she looked up to Landon, smiling resurringly.

"I can go from here, thanks buddy." Kyra said up to him, voice laced with nervousness. Landon nodded, chuckling lowly as he usually did. Fairing another goodbye he turned and headed home while Kyra walked towards the large doors of the library. Tucking a stand of dark hair out of her intent eyes she walked inside, the warmth of the building wrapping around her. There were few others inside and she headed to her favorite section, Action and Adventure. She had read a lot of books in these shelves and ran her fingers along the musty spines, breathing in deeply. The smell of libraries always comforted her. Dwindling on a few books she wanted to read she just grabbed them all, setting them on a shelf while she fished in the back pocket of her skinny jeans. Drawing out her library card she continued to the front counter. Sharing a brief greeting with the woman who gave her the books after swiping each one under the scanner.

Soon Kyra had reentered the outdoors, the books hugged to her chest tightly. Then she began to walk, still shooting quick glances in all directions. The sidewalk rolled by, it's cracked frames causing her to trip every once in a while. She was rather clumsy at times and she guess this was one. By now Kyra could see the lovely local park appear ahead, a small playground in the center of the wide area where people took their children and dogs. But it was dark, so she quickened her pace as she passed. A growl emitted before her not long after and she looked up, a large dog that looked to be a cross between a Mastiff and Rottweiler stood only a few feet away. It's extremely pointed fangs were bared and she froze. It was huge and didn't look friendly at all.

[herondale.]

S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

"For crying out loud, you take your time," Jared moaned as he leant against the wall of an abandoned shop, a foot pressed against it, with his arms folded over his chest. Chester liked to take his time and, as Jared was mere seconds from closing his eyes, the strange white haired sixteen year old popped out from the alley.
"I couldn't very well leave Isafriel behind, now, could I?" he commented with a cheesey, smug grin, sliding the seraph blade into is pocket and extinguishing pretty much all the light they had.
"Sometimes I wonder if there truly is a brain inside that mutantly large head of yours," Jared commented as he then reached into his pocket to produce a witchlight. Luckily this area of the town was full of abandoned werehouses and factories. Nothing of major concern other than the Demons.
But that was the reason they were there in the first place.
Jared had pretty much instructed Chester on how to kill a Spider Demon...
It had been messy.
"C'mon," Jared said abruptly, interrupting their silence. "We best be heading off."
Chester's silvery-blue eyes narrowed. "Can't we stay out at least a little longer?"
Jared scowled; why must he always be left with this thing whilst the others went off to do actually worthwhile missions?! You're a good role model for him, Jay... well, in a sense was what they'd all told him. And with a roll of his eyes, he'd numbly agreed to ferry the idiotic teen around. He may only be a year younger than Jared but he acted much like a toddler.
"Chester-" Jared began, warning in his tone.
The younger boy simply grinned. "Indeed, that is my name."
Jared groaned once more as he ran his free hand down his face. The witchlight made the the silver-haired boy look even younger which didn't help Jared's sour mood. "By the Angel, why am I always left with you?!" he growled irritably.
Chester laughed. "You love it rea-"
"Look out!" Jared yelled and, as he moved forwards to brush the boy aside, a huge black shape darted past. He frowned in response and he noted that Chester had fallen over. Much to Jareds enjoyment, that is.
"Urgh, get up, idiot!" he ordered sharply and Chester abruptly rose to his feet and began to brush himself off when Jared darted after the black shape.
"Jared!" Chester yelled from behind but Jared didn't slow; the kid was bound to follow him anyways judging by the distant footsteps. But Jared also noted in which direction the black mass had headed. Back toward civilization. It may be late, with the sky a mid-blue, but the town was constantly teeming with people. Not good he thought to himself as he carefully manouvered the witchlight into his pocket and broke free of the darkness and into the brightly lit streets. He blinked a few times but his gaze soon tried to relocate the strange blur he'd seen.
For a few brief moments, not even his keen eyes could lock onto anything suspiscious in the crowd and he was only rewarded with a few curious looks before a grin spread across his face. "There you are," he hissed and darted through the crowd just as Chester caught up with him, cursing under his breath when Jared continued to run.
The Demon was fast but Jared was faster and he soon managed to catch up with it, charging down another alley, when he practically flew into the brick wall. It was a dead-end. He pressed his hands against the wall and muttered under his breath about this being just his luck.
But then, a strange thing happened; Chester was useful.
"Jared! Jared, it headed for the library!" he yelled, panting heavily as he reached him. Jared hadn't bothered to Mark the boy. But he'd managed to Mark himself which the others would be greatly irritated by when he returned well whilst Chester looked a mess. Works for me he thought as he glanced at the boy and nodded as he then back-tracked a little, stepping backwards several yards, before he sprinted forwards and jumped, managing to grasp hold of the roof of the building before climbing up.
Now he didn't care if Chester followed or not, keeping himself low as he skittered across the roof. As far as Jared was concerned this kill would be his and his alone.

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

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The dog's growl became deeper as Kyra tried to take a step backwards. Well the wouldn't work. She remained still, her eyes still glued to the dog's massive teeth. They could easily crush bone, or maybe it was just the fear of the situation, making them look much larger. Either way, she didn't want to test out the theory in her head. She wanted a quiet evening tonight, not to get her bones crushed between a dogs jaw. Kyra could feel her fingers automatically tighten on the books, hearing them slide on top of one another due to the pressure she was applying.

If only somebody was around, Kyra had managed to avert her eyes from the creature and scan out the surroundings. Nope, nobody near. Maybe she could run, the dog's body was huge but it's legs were short for its body. That could be a downfall, for the animal at least. Shifting backwards again the dog crouched, in an attack position. Kyra's heart lurched, the dog was so unearthly and so was its growl, low but almost too scratched up. There was no way she coud run now, but still, she'd go for it. She did.

Only God knew why she was still holding onto the books as she started to run, long, limber legs powering her full-speed towards the library. She felt herself get lighter. She could make it! The click of toenails was nearing behind her and she willed herself to run faster, just passing the park again when she felt pain shoot up the back of her leg, right by her Archilles tendon. Trying to tear her ankle out of the dog's jaws the grip tightened and the animal pulled her back again. Warm fluid ran down the sides of her foot along with emense pain starting to rise in waves. She really hadn't felt this sort of pain in her life.

To Kyra's terror the dog set itself on her and started to the bite at her, catching her skin occaisionally. Pain started to rocket through every part of her body, either from the biting or weight of the creature. The dog started to hiss now, Kyra was almost convinced this wasnt a dog. She was silent with mute-horror and had just realized it. Batting at the dog with one of her books, blood smeared on the cover she finally managed to shout, "Help! Help!"

Looking back up at the animal she saw something on it shimmer. Smacking it across the face again she narrowed her icy eyes and peered at it. A scream left her throat as she did. Something seemed to slide off of the dog, much like a sheet of ice, a huge monster now on top of her. Growling in her face she smelt something rancid and putrid, the creature biting her am and making her release the book, allowing it to pin her. It's body shimmered with a dark red and when it opened it's mouth she saw three horrifying rows of teeth, stained with her blood, and two green tongues.

Screaming again Kyra tried to kick it off but it remained on top of her, sinking it's teeth it her shoulder, hissing as if laughing. Straining under it Kyra felt tears sting her eyes. The pain of it biting her shoulder was unbearable. She was so helpless, she had nothing to fight back with. Her bloodied library books tossed away easily by this monster. She felt so raw, covered in her own blood and blanketed in her own pain. Still she tried to knee it away, trying to ignore the extreme pain of the creature's teeth in her shoulder. Growling deeply by her ear the creature pulled away, leaving the imprint of its teeth in her flesh.

[herondale.]

S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

Jared tried to keep his speed brisk, the runes he'd applied before his departure assisting him, but when he heard the yell for help he doubled his efforts. Had he not been armed with stealth and a balance rune, he would've toppled over numerous times on the slippery and wet roof top. He knew he get his ear bitten off later when Chester snitched about him leaving him alone again. This would be the sixth time Jared had ran off without him. He simply saw the boy as a hindrence and that his training could be done inside the Institute, not out on the streets were they could get hurt and, even though he didn't care too much, the mundanes could all get hurt.

Somehow.

Reaching the edge of the roof, Jared decided that slowing down wasn't an option and he aimlessly leapt forwards. He sailed through the air as gracefully as a bird, his arms stretched out at his sides to stop himself from stumbling when he landed. He managed to forward roll when he landed and although this was a minor... okay, major case of him showing off, he smiled to himself nonetheless. The streets back here weren't as busy as in the centre of the town so his stunt when unnoticed. Much to his annoyance.

But then his mind clicked back to the current problem at hand and, on hearing the extremely loud screaming, Jared continued to sprint down the street toward the library. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't going to last long. He unsheathed a seraph blade, flipping it in his hand so that the blade pointed towards the ground. When he rounded the final corner, he could see the strange mutt and the girl that it was attacking and a hiss left Jared's mouth as he neared. These damn things... As he neared, he whispered its name under his breath, aimed the blade in his hand before he swung forwards and let it glide through the air. He purposely aimed for it to skim the Demon's shoulder so that its attention was away from the girl. As he ground to a halt, he unsheathed a second blade. These Demon's never seemed to learn their lesson.

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

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Kyra's chest was rising and falling quickly, not as quickly as her mind was trying to grasp an idea of getting out of this situation. Still, she kept pulling blanks and was about to give up entirely when she heard the sound of somebody running, feet slapping at the pavement. Letting out a sigh of relief Kyra was hurdelled back into reality once again when she smelt the demon's exhale in her face, teeth snapping not far from her face. It was taunting her, she knew. Kneeing it again it hissed and lashed it's long tail downwards, it was much like a lizards, except traced with the red, like the entire body of the demon.

Pain raced up her legs as the demon lashed it's muscular tail along her shins. The tail was extremely hard, almost like some type of mace or whip. Straining under it Kyra watched the demon howl in pain as she heard the air by its back whisk through the air, making a loud slicing noise. Gold liquid slid down the demon's skin and it lept off of her, allowing her to sit up. At that her raw and sore body seared with pain and she was tempted just to lie there, basking in her own pain. Pushing herself back on her palms, away from the monster she saw a boy, holding two blades in his hands, they were glowing blue and she stared up at him, half in awe and half in horror.

The demon was on all fours and it bared its red teeth at the boy, crouching. Kyra's pupils widened until you almost couldn't see her icy blue corneas, her chest was still rapidly decreasing and increasing. Pain was racing through all limbs but the adrenaline of the situation was still racing through her veins. Looking at the ground quickly she saw her scarlet blood in various placed on the sidewalk. It was just like those awful memories of her father. Kyra shook that out of her head, her eyes had started to brim with tears at the thought- maybe the pain as well. She was starting to get light-headed but she kept her eyes glued to the demon and boy, anticipating both of their next moves.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

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S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234

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Jared let a smirk quirk his features as he watched the Demon roll away from the girl, the seraph blade having done what he had intended. It had embedded itself in the wall behind, practically calling for him to retrieve. Jared steadied himself for now and managed to cast a glance at the mundane as she got to her feet just to see what injuries she had sustained. He internally winced and his eyes narrowed.
She was in quite the state.
It was clear she'd tried to defend herself and, being the stupid mundane she was, she didn't think to call for help earlier when she could have lessened the chances of extreme blood loss. Jared knew that he would have to be quick about this. Generally he didn't care for the mundanes, they were faceless people that he 'had to' protect. To be honest, he found they were either in the way or in the centre of the problem; foolish, headless idiots that didn't have a clue what they were dealing with.
But Jared decided to help her nonetheless.
He glanced back at the Demon and a low groan of irritation left his clenched jaws. "I haven't got all night," he hissed irritably, egging the Demon on. His body was eager to lunge forwards, his muscles taut and ready to fire. Like an arrow waiting to be released from a bow. But he knew better than to do that. He'd probably end up in a similar state to the mundane girl and he didn't like embarressment. He could heal himself with a Rune of course but, for the mundane, things were more complicated.
As if this perhaps pushed the Demon on, it then started forwards as Jared had hoped. It was fast, its mass nearly on him in seconds, but he was faster. His arm arced upwards in a curve, slicing its under belly without a second thought. Its golden-coloured blood splattered the pavement and, as the Demon near enough toppled over, Jared used his second seraph blade to jab it into his lower jaw, practically slicing through its mouth. Its growling ceased finally and Jared removed the seraph blades vigorously and let the Demon fall the floor, watching as it began to receed into itself until there was no evidence of it existing before him.
Then his gaze moved to the girl. She was his main concern now. He sheathed his seraph blades after removing the blood on the fence railings beside him and moved towards the girl. "I need to look at your wounds," he said in a rather sharp tone.
He didn't have time for this.