Ren Mercer

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Ren Emily Mercer

Full Name: Ren Emily Mercer
Preferred Name or Nickname: Ren, The Littlest Hunter, Sunshine Girl, Pizza Fairy
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 21
Date of Birth: August 23, 1988
Main Character Classification - (List): Human
Character Type: Hunter
Power(s): n/a
Sexuality: Strait
Side: Good
Hometown: Shreveport, LA
Current Residence: On the Road




Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Auburn
Height: 5’5”
Body Type: Lean and wiry
Distinguishing Marks:
Tattoos and Piercings: Anti-possision tattoo on her front right chest above the breast

Vehicle (if you wish): Shelby, a 1985 Jeep Scrambler

Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Focus is on comfort and movability. Jeans and t-shirts mainly but she has a comfortable leather duster for colder climates. She wears a glove on her right hand with an arm guard to keep the bowstring from rubbing up against the inside of her arm. She wears her arrow quiver on her back and wears a gun on her right hip, hanging against her right thigh. On the belt is a looped leash. Around her neck is a small gold medal with the Archangel Michael. She wears hiking boots exclusively on the job. On her off days you can find her in daisy duke shorts and t-shirts, tennis shoes as well. For sleeping she normally chooses PJs of various cuteness with pink bunny slippers.








Likes (3 at least): Pizza, strawberries, beer, motorcycles, books, comics, movies, the woods, hiking, dogs, cooking.
Dislikes (3 at least): Pain in others, vampires, feeling not good enough, feeling hunted, not being able to please others.
Strengths (3 at least): Dog training abilities, shot with a bow, endurance, and a strong sense of morality, excellent cook.
Weaknesses (3 at least):Clumbsy, Soft hearted, Easily trusing
Fears:Loosing the ones she loves, not being able to save someone
Biggest Secret(s): Once when a vampire bit her she enjoyed the sensation.

Personality (write a decent paragraph): The little hunter wears a mask of joy and happiness, wanting to see everyong around her smile and happy. She does that because she firmly believes that if she makes those around her happy and she smiles long enough she’ll start to feel the happy she is trying to spread. She also has a heart the size of Texas, ready to give someone the shirt off her back at a moments notice. All these are traits a hunter should probably not posses, which is why she is not that great at it. Under the mask she is a terribly lonely soul searching for a place to belong in a big world that seems to only serve to pull the rug out from under her as she starts to get an even footing. She persists though, fueled by the idea that she’s got a purpose to serve and that her life has a meaning beyond what she can see as a simple human. Most of the time she can be found either cooking or with her nose in a book, those written by either Jim Butcher or Carver Edlund.



Family and Friends: Father:Robert Mercer, Deceased Mother: Nancy Mercer, Undead Partner/Teacher: Simon Birch Her dog: Hunter

Enemies and Rivals: n/a

History:
Ren had the perfect childhood, or at least ideal enough that she thinks back on it fondly. Her father worked as a Veterinarian and her mother worked in the house. She would sometimes accompany her father to the clinic on her time off school and learned basic animal first aid. In her teenage years she volunteered with the local animal shelters and taught basic dog obedience.

Living in Louisiana her family naturally hunted (animals, not baddies). Her father in particular loved deer hunting and took his daughter out many weekends. She was good with a rifle but better with a bow and arrow.

When she turned seventeen her parents got her a 1985 Jeep Scramble which she named Shelby and her beagle named Hunter. In two years’ time she and Hunter had trained and passed the tests to become a search and rescue team. By that time she had graduated high school and was taking a year off from college.

Then came that fateful night…

Ren had gotten home late from a club but when she saw the front door off its hinges she knew something was wrong. She went back to Shelby and pulled out the bat she kept in the car, slowly making her way into the house to find her father dead, missing most of his blood. Her mother was nowhere to be seen but Hunter was in the backyard unhurt.

It was then that she decided that there were things in this world she could not allow to be anymore. After her father’s funeral and the arrangements with his life insurance were cleared up she decided that it was time to start on the offence.

Had it not been for Simon Birch, her first hunt would have been her last.

She went into her first haunting without any real training (the story is part of the RP below). Thanks to whatever deity was looking down on her Simon happened upon her and kept her from being killed by a ghost. He told her to hit the road and that this wasn’t the life for her. She realized what she needed was a teacher and followed Simon everywhere he went till he agreed to teach her how to hunt.
She followed Simon’s lead but was always insisting on her own new ideas, which he managed to get her to hold off on till she got all the basics down. After about a year he finally allowed her to bring Hunter into the fray, her confidence in the dog finally rubbing off on him.

They hunted vampires, demons, and other nasty creatures, making sure to take a sample of their blood with them. Then Ren set to work. She set up an obstacle course to walk Hunter through, with the samples of blood on objects and samples of human blood on others. She taught Hunter when he scented non-human blood he was to sit down as a warning to her. She would follow up with a command of “Stoj” (most of her commands were in Polish) which Hunter would then stand up and continue on with his master. This training along with the search and rescue Hunter already knew would be valuable to Ren as a hunter.

Over the next few months Hunter’s skills became invaluable. With Simon and Ren working as a team they were able to identify and neutralize threats with little to no loss of life. On the off time Ren found work with Hunter in search and rescue, traveling at a moment’s notice when a call came in. That’s how the problem started.

Ren was returning to Simon’s place after helping to locate a lost child in the woods. Ren and Hunter were exhausted, having driven across Texas to get home. When Hunter sat down at the door Ren didn’t think anything of it, but had she been less tired she would have seen the sign. When she opened the door and went inside something in the darkness grabbed her. Hunter stayed sitting, not having gotten the command to stand up again, and watched as his master disappeared into the dark. His hackles rose across his back and a warning growl emanated from his mouth. He heard Ren cry out, first in panic, and then with surprise at something he couldn’t see. He was almost ready to spring up to save his person when he heard a weak “Stoj”. Hunter raced into the dark, his eyes and nose working in concert to find Ren. When he did he saw the creature had her and without regard to his own safety he promptly bit the vampire on the calf. He released Ren and she spun around with holy water ready (okay a holy water pistol but it really does work) as it made its retreat. When she was able to turn the lights on she found Simon dead on the floor. She grabbed Simon’s cellphone and beat feet out of the house, making it to a local dive hotel before falling asleep for several days.

Little did she know that on that phone was a number for one Bobby Singer, which was probably the most important thing that Simon could have passed on to her. She met up with the older hunter and with him came a strong few contacts, fighting alongside an angel of all things. She also along the way met and fell for a homeless man who suffered from an affliction called stigmata. Ren had seemed to find happiness for a time but like everything in her life that too was fleeting, her love left her and she found herself in a crappy NYC apartment trying to figure out what she should do.



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RP Sample (required):
She had researched a haunting at a place called Old Ellerbe Road. The story is that there was a school on this road called George Washington Carver School that was primarily colored. One day, during a pep rally, the janitor locked the children in the gym and set the school on fire. At night you can hear the cries of the children as they burn to death. Legend says the reason for the janitor’s behavior is that the school was built on a Civil War battlefield and the ghosts of the dead drove him to it. Knowing the legend well she decided this would be a good place to start so she gathered up holy water and a cross and headed out with her faithful dog at her side.
The first obstacle to overcome for the daring duo was the police presence in the area. At night, when the paranormal activity was the highest, police would frequent the area and if you were caught on the property you would be arrested for trespassing. She also knew, via kids she went to school with, that the owner would sometimes patrol the area and had no problem with shooting anyone he found. The third problem, and one she didn’t quite believe, was the cows in the area would attack anyone who came into the school. She laughed when she thought of that problem, possessed cows, only in Louisiana.
So she parked Shelby a few miles down the road, off the beaten trail and hiked in with Hunter beside her. When they got close enough to the school she gave Hunter the command “Biegaj” which prompted him to take point and start to scent. She wasn’t sure what was out here but she sure didn’t want to walk into it headfirst. Little did she know she was already in over her head.
She made her way past the overgrowth to the school itself. Really it was the ruins of a school but she wasn’t going to argue semantics at this point. As she walked into a small clearing she heard something nearby breathing, exhaling in a huff. She turned toward the sound and saw, somewhat clear in the darkness, a cow staring back at her. She froze a moment, waiting to see what it would do. When it started to kick it’s back leg out behind itself she started to run, right into the school. The cow followed up to the area of the school that went from grass to concrete, then stopped. For a moment she saw its eyes flash pure black but decided she was seeing things. No such thing as a demon cow.
She now turned to the walls around her, still not turning on the flashlight she had brought with her for fear the owner might shoot her or the cops might arrest her for trespassing, not necessarily in that order. There was graffiti all over the walls from kids visiting the sight over and over again through the years. In some areas the roof was still on the ruins but all the windows were broken out, the sound of breaking glass could be heard as she walked across some of the rooms. She finally came to the largest room in the school, which she hoped was the gym. She let Hunter scent the area while she pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and made the sign of the cross before reading. “Peace be with this place and all what dwells here. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” She then turned to the door leading into the room when from nowhere a figure appeared in front of her (she might have lost some bladder control but she’ll never admit to it). It grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off her feet. She dropped the paper to the ground, reaching up for the incorporeal hand to try to get the spirit off of her. She didn’t realize that she was being pushed back into a wall till she impacted with it, it forcing what little breath she had in her lungs out. Hunter ran at the spirit, trying to bite and intimidate it to letting his person go but to no avail. The spirit ignored the dog, focused on its prey as slowly fire started to crawl up one leg. That’s when Ren recognized the spirit, a man wearing overalls, a janitor. This was the spirit of the janitor of the school who killed all the kids here and now he was going to kill her too. That’s when salvation in the shape of a tall man stepped into the picture. He raised a sawed off shotgun to the spirits head and pulled the trigger. It disappeared in a blast of ash and fire as the smell of sulfur filled the area. Ren dropped to her knees, coughing to get her breath. Before she could say anything the man reloaded his shot gun and barked off the command to her of “Follow me amateur”. Normally Ren would be offended at his tone but she found she was in no position to protest. She stood up and followed the stranger, Hunter falling in place beside his person.
The stranger led her through the school to a grassy place in the center of it and then pulled out an army shovel tossing it to Ren. “You dig, I’ll keep that bastard off you.” She caught the shovel and looked back at him confused “You want me to what?” The stranger sighed in annoyance “Boy you are new to this. Under the ground there is the body of the janitor, we have to dig it up and light it on fire to get rid of the spirit.” She looked at him like he was crazy for a moment then began digging. Hunter even joined in, happily doing something that normally would get him scolded.
After a half hours work and two more shots of sulfur the stranger drenched the skeleton with lighter fluid and lit it on fire. The stranger turned to leave and Ren whispered the command “Wachaj” to Hunter so he would get the stranger’s scent and then followed behind him. “I’m Ren, who are you and where did you learn that?”
((This is based on a local legend and more info can be found at www.hauntla.com/ellerberoadschool.html , the cow thing was something that a local told me about and I found amusing))

I, Ren Mercer, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




Your name/alias: Ghilledue
RP Experience: 20+ Table Top, now almost two years on boards
How do you prefer to be contacted: AIM/YIM Foxykitsune

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