AMHERST, Malaki

[Malaki Amherst]

[app] Malaki Isaac Amherst [/app]

[app]Full Name:[/app] Malaki Isaac Amherst
[app]Preferred Nickname/Alias:[/app] Ki, Vampire-Boy, Jackal
[app]Gender:[/app] Male
[app]Age:[/app] 26
[app]Sexual Orientation:[/app] Bi-sexual
[app]Member Group:[/app] Hunter
[app]Canon or Original:[/app] Originsl

He looks like a vampire. Absolutely no two ways about it, and the fact that as a rebellious joke he had his canines permanently capped with vampire fangs doesn't help his case. Nor do the darkened rings caused by sleepless nights around his dark grey eyes. Where at least his sister has the ability to tan, Malaki burns like a delicate pastry in the sun and because of that, he prefers not to make the attempt, instead giving giving himself over to the fact that he will always be deathly pale. His dark hair is normally kept shoulder length unless he feels the need for a change, in which case he chops it off and spikes the bangs up, something he feels looks pretty damn rock star.

Because damnit, he always thought he should have been a rock star instead of a hunter and most people giving him a once over think something of the same. Standing at six feet tall and one hundred eighty pounds of muscle, he has a presence, the fact that he always wears biker leather and has this permanent shit-eaters smirk on his face makes other people weary around him. Always wearing leather or not, he has a way of losing his shirt at a moments provocation, not that he feels he has anything to hide, scars that litter his deathly pale skin or not. The only other thing adoring his flesh are two tattoos, an ouroboros on his arm and an anti-possession tattoo on his chest.

[app]Face Claim:[/app] Stuart Townsend

[app]Likes:[/app]

• Solving puzzles
  
• Alcohol
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Bondage
  
• Control
  
• Sex
  
• His job
  
• Smart women
  
• Pain
  
• Music
  
• Leather
  
• Guns
  
• Money
  
• Working out
  
• Playing the violin

[app]Dislikes:[/app]

• Idealists
  
• Lawyers
  
• Rules
  
• People that ask to many questions
  
• Cops
  
• Weaklings
  
• Pleather
  
• Idiots
  
• Religion
  
• Wimps
  
• Prudes
  
• Monsters

[app]Strengths:[/app]

• Calculating
  
• Strong
  
• Smart
  
• Detached
  
• Spry
  
• knowledgeable

[app]Weaknesses:[/app]

• Cold
  
• Creepy looking
  
• Risk taker
  
• His sister
  
• His car
  
• Women
  
• Liquor
  
• Finer things

[app]Fears:[/app]

• Wishes better for his sister
  
• Gets extremely lonely sometimes
  
• Wonders what 'normal life' is like

[app]Secrets:[/app]

• Wishes better for his sister
  
• Gets extremely lonely sometimes
  
• Wonders what 'normal life' is like

[app]Habits and Quirks:[/app]

• Sings to himself a lot
  
• Hits on almost anything that moves
  
• Comes off sexually ambiguous
  
• Growls when he's annoyed

[app]Overall Personality:[/app]

Sadistic. In all honesty, Malaki takes more then just a certain measure of joy in watching monsters and other nasty creatures writhe about in pain and hell he's even a bit of a masochist himself really, though he'd never be submissive to the things that he likes to put other people through. He enjoys being hurt to a point but just as long as he's the one in control of it because pain is good as far as he's concerned, it lets a person know they're still alive. This affinity for pain has lead him to become something of a real bondage addict, though that isn't something he makes known.

Gentleman. As dark and rather cruel as the man is, Malaki is still a gentleman. It's actually quite a good cover really, most people wouldn't deem him to be the cruel boy that he really is because he almost never fails to come off as polite, on the surface he is the perfect gentleman. His parents were after all very old fashioned when it came to such things and as such the man is very much the type to compliment a woman, inquire on how her day went, open doors and pull out chairs. He doesn't curse much when in the company of the fairer sex and the man is will always greet a person he knows

Selfish. The man refuses to do just about anything for anyone unless he is gaining something from it, and it better be something damn good depending on the favor that he's being asked to fulfill. The only exception to the rule is work, and when it comes to work it's namely because of how his parents raised him and because he wants to be 'the good guy' as far as his sister is concerned. It's this selfishness that causes him to take on some of the riskier jobs for either the money or just the minutes of fame that come from it.

Control Freak. He loves to be the puppet master in whatever he decides to do, Malaki is always in control of himself and in most cases the situation at hand and the rest of the players in his little games even if they don't know they're playing. The man believes that nothing good came come from being an overly emotional ninny and as such he always keeps his thoughts, emotions, and desires in check, which causes him to come off as more then just a tad cold and detached which is just the way he likes it. Because of this he rarely losses his temper, instead preferring to get even later on.[

[app]Family:[/app]

• Mother: Bridgette O'Reilly
  
• Father: Joseph Amherst
  
• Siblings: Twin sister, Eve

[app]Overall History:[/app]

His parents were hunters, each one decedent from two long lines of 'exterminators' they had actually met on a job in Massachusetts. They had fallen in love, married and constantly fought about how they would raise their children should they ever have any, eventually though tradition won out they couldn't turn a blind eye to the things that went bump in the night. Born on Halloween night to the pair of hunters in New Orleans, Malaki was the elder sibling by fifteen minutes, and immediately the children were the apples of their parents eyes.

Growing up had definitely been an adventure in this family, when you were old enough to walk then you were old enough to start learning to defend yourself. Their elementary years were spent 'home schooled' her mother taught her cursive by having her copy old hunting journals by hand, tools to help learn multiplication tables? Salt filled shotgun rounds. And don't even ask what phys ed was like, laps upon laps were run around whatever town park they were in and hours spent at the shooting range. If the parents were away on a job though, then Malaki and his sister were left with a special sort of babysitter, an old bayou voodoo priestess named Mama Atabi who had been an old friend of the family. She would bring them with her on runs through the bayou, were Malaki learned the old art of playing the violin from the dwellers there. Middle School was interesting, they had actually been put into public school at their mothers insistence. Bridgette believed that they needed to learn some type of socialization, but it was rocky for Malaki and his sister.

Fighting was an almost constant thing for the twins either with each other or the other kids in their class, namely because they were always being thought of as freaks and if they weren't relocated because of a hunt by their parents then they were kicked out of school for the ruckus they would cause. Even though his father would tan his hide every time he got sent home from school for getting into a fight, Ki would pick them with whoever messed with his sister. Still though their mother would persist with trying to get the kids to be at least 'semi normal' while their father taught them anything and everything he could. High-school was much the same way, aside from the new experience of being taken on actual hunting jobs and being allowed to participate.

Malaki and his sister were being left alone more often now, eventually though one night her parents didn't come back. They had run afoul of the demon Malphas, the so called 'president of hell' and voice of Lucifer, he would relay whatever the devil said to the other demons and when he came across the Amherst's he proved to be too strong for them. Eve and Malaki dropped out of school not too long after that, took up what their parents had started and have been doing that since then. When the world started to end they parted ways to get more ground covered, hearing through the grapevine what the Winchesters roles were in all of this.

When things finally calmed down Malaki and his sister continued on their paths, meeting on occasion but covering whatever ground they could even though the world in the dark had quieted. Lately though he's noticed a strange turn in the creatures she hunts, they're acting out of their nature and something seems very wrong, Malaki is determined to find out, he wants to get it done and see his sister again, worried that in her quest for knowledge she'll do something stupid.

[app]Member Title:[/app] Motherfucker of the Year

[app]Roleplaying Sample:[/app]

A curse of utter annoyance could be heard over the loud chords of Cradle of Filth's Byronic Man as Malaki leaned up in his seat, hearing the old leather creek under his ass. His face was basically smashed against the windshield in an attempt to see through the pouring rain, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips. Growling and cursing some more he cranked up the defrost, cigarette bobbing around with each and every annoyed grunt that left him. He had crossed into Ark.....was that it? Yeah Ark, Nebraska a little over five minutes ago, a minute later and the heavens opened up and dumped a bucket of water over them.

This was ridiculous, the windshield wipers didn't seem to be doing a damn thing for him right now, the reason that his face was all but plastered to the windshield, dark grey eyes squinting in a sad attempt to see anything past the rain. The way it was raining he was thinking maybe he'd have to build himself a freakin' ark. He shook his head, what a bad pun that was, Ki almost felt ashamed of himself for having thought it. When the hell had the sky opened up like this anyway? It wasn't right....or maybe he was just being paranoid, watching the world nearly end once before had a way of doing that to someone.

He was creeping along the old road in his beloved car in a pace that probably could have been outrun by a bicyclist, not willing to take chances with his baby in this rain. He was sure she would definitely be needing a wash and a wax job after this anyway, didn't want to run her into a ditch on top of that. But his stomach growled at him, he could even hear it over Dani Filth's shrieks and the metallic sounds of the rain pelting the roof, reminding him he was hungry on top of the fact that he needed to find a place to wait out this bastard of a storm. Granted at the pace he was going, the rain would probably stop before he did, either way Ki wasn't the type to give up on anything, even something as trivial as this.

Off to the side, not much further up the road he thought he could see the blurred image of a small building and grinned wide, looked like what could be a diner to him. Kill two birds with one stone? Hell yes. Could get something to eat and wait for the storm to pass, a blt and a cup of coffee sounded like heaven to him right now. Really, Ki was an easy enough man to please, or so he would like to think. Pulling into the parking lot Malaki slipped out of the car quickly, flicking the still unlit cigarette away, no point keeping it now, by the time he had shut the car door it had been drenched through. The mad dash to the diner door hadn't helped in the slightest and catching his reflection on some chrome paneling Ki frowned, of he definitely looked like a drowned rat by now.

Worst part, the rain was more frigid then a pissed off nun. Stepping into the little restaurant his mouth was all but watering at the idea of food and he shook his head to try and get some droplets out of his hair, flesh breaking into goosebumps upon being tossed into the air conditioned atmosphere. An uncharacteristic smile was plastered onto his face, honestly happy to have found the little place when he looked up and saw what was happening. In the entire goddamn state he had to stumble into the one that was being held up....and with Bon freakin' Jovi as the background.

This would be his luck, having finally taken a few days off since even hunters needed a vacation, he would end up dealing with the monsters of humanity instead. There were times where Ki would admit to hating his life, this was one of them. He had to give it to the waitress though, staring down the barrel of a gun and not even a flinch, sexy, still though his tired bones were screaming for him to turn, walk out, get in his car and go about his business. The rest of him, especially that goddamn conscious of his were screaming that this was his business, he was born to help people, sure it wasn't a hunt but at the end of the day the result was the same, keep people safe, make the bad things go away.

Malaki's shoulders slumped, mentally cursing his damn chivalry before straightening up, and slipped a pair of iron wrought knuckle duster that were normally reserved for demons and ghosts on in case someone decided to make it physical he pulled his gun out and quickly snuck up behind the man. Pressing the barrel of his gun against the back of the man's head he cocked it loudly in warning. Would he actually kill the man? Of course not, wasn't his style, would he shoot the man directly in the ass if he didn't step off the waitress, most definitely. Malaki didn't have patience for much, especially not idiot people who endangered others over something as trivial as money, and to threaten a lady? Well, it really made his trigger finger itch.

"Dis can go one of two way couillon," He was so annoyed he had resorted to using Cajun curses, "Either put de gun down, gather your neanderthal friends an' leave quiet, or I give you another 'ole to be fucked in when ya get sent to jail," His voice was cold as steel, he might not have meant to kill the man, but he wanted to make sure the douche understood that he did intend to shoot him if given the reason. He was cold, wet, and hungry and his eyes probably gave away just how tired he really was, all of this made for one very edgy and deeply annoyed man. But being the man that he was, as he waited for a reaction he studied the waitress, pretty thing she was.

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[app]Player Name:[/app] Devi B.
[app]Player Age:[/app] 21 8)
[app]Years Roleplaying:[/app] 7 maybe 8
[app]Where You Found Us:[/app] I am the almighty creator
[app]Other Characters:[/app] Eve, John, Vinny, Sariel, Belial
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode:[/app] Mystery Spot
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character:[/app] Castiel

[Devi B.]