Lyle York

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Full Name: Lyle, York
Preferred Name or Nickname: None at the moment (I don't particually mind if the character get nicknamed amidst RP)
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 12/apr/82
Main Character Classification: Human
Character Type: Hunter
Powers: Skillful enough to get by hunting: Able to handle guns, knives, pipes, hand-to-hand combat, enclose combat and the ever necessary exorcism.
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Good
Hometown: North dakota
Current Residence: On the job




Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height:6' 0½"
Body Type: Lean and mean
Distinguishing Marks: Some scars there and such, nothing really unusual for a hunter.
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle: Ford Thunderbird '75

Personal Style: His choice in attire is very influenced by comfort, so he has Sporty/Casual kind of look. He wears clothing that wouldn't catch an eye, because if anything fails a forgettable look is on his side.




Likes: Strawberries, bar brawls, rock, burgers
Dislikes: Peaches, being single, chick flicks
Strenghts: Wit, boldness, persistence.
Weaknesses: Merely human, crying people and can't shoot long distance range to save his life.
Fears: To die, to see someone die or to become a monster.
Biggest Secret: ♥Doctor Sexy, M.D

Personality: He is surprisingly positive for a hunter the type of guy who assumes the good guys are ought to win. He does have a tender heart, a quality he hides. He can be candid, blunt, rough or overbearing at times. When his temper heats up he tends to have poor judgement (varying from mildly poor to extremely poor).

While on the job he usually focuses on the problem at hand. He hunts on his own partially because he assumes; that either other people will get on his way or he'll get on the way of some other hunter, and someone is bound to get hurt. He is quite skittish about involving civilians.




Family and Friends: Frederick York (Dad), Heather york (Mother), Timothy York (older brother), Bonnie york (younger sister)
Enemy and rivals: Not at the moment
History:

Lyle had trained to be a hunter ever since he could remember: he was born into the job. That is, because his father was a hunter and one of the damn lucky ones, very few ones manage to juggle between the job and ...the other job. With the exception of those pesky little things that hunters need to know, he had a normal childhood.

Lyle grew up in a pretty stable home, even if his father traveled a lot he and his siblings were under the constant watch of a mother. Even if his father taught all the childern the family bussiness, Lyle was by far the most interested. That is why by the time he was 17 he had honed the knack of hunting, his father had kept him away from the action until then, so he wouldn't wind up dead for inexperience.

He was ready, this was for real his father drove him in the back of the truck, and he wrapped himself on his first mission; waste a nest of vamps in Connecticut. Even with all his training the task made him feel scared, inept and anxious. He managed somehow to be of assistance even if jump the from behind and behead them wasn't his part. Precisely since his first experience was so hard, dangerous, and overall new. He felt all; the thrill of tracking, the buzz of setting them up, the adrenaline rush of the chase and finally the warm sensation that comes after the job like a voice inside your head softly whispering "one less down. That a boy".

From that point foward hunting became part of his life. For the next years, Lyle spend most of his time hunting with his dad. Who often had him act as backup, research and planing and tended to keep him away from the action. Nevertheless Lyle trained everyday, was eagerly learning from experience and keeping a sharp watch.

In a few years he managed to turn the tables around, because slowly but surely he gained more knowledge, after all he was getting stronger and keener than the old man. When he turned 25 he was already hunting on his own most of the time. He also made a living from writting sort stories -which opposed as the legend goes are pretty much based on true stories, that is hunter stories -.

Lyle has never kept a serious relationship at the moment, but he'd been around and has no problem finding willful partners. He just hasn't been in love yet.




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RP Sample (required):

He stood there, against the wall; for the most part waiting apprehensively for the attack to come. But it didn’t; this was the kind of situation that made him uneasy, he rubbed his forehead irritated. Perhaps, his clever plan to lure the shapeshifter out to trap had gone to waste. “The bait didn’t work” He thought.

“Damn!”

He ducked slowly behind a counter, if that the way it was he’ll had to check where the monster had gone, crawled behind it until he was at the exit of the hall. He grabbed his silver blade from its scabbard, moving slowly until he was tightly gripping the hilt against his chest. Only then, he proceeded to move down the gallery surreptitiously, as he was moving, it occurred to him that his trap may have been a little “too eagerly set”.

Then, he heard it, something was outside:

“Well, better late than never” – he muttered to himself.

He reached outside moving carefully, this was the worst position ever, he was exposed since the courtyard offered minimum cover. He felt stupid. However, he knew this was his chance, failure meant more deaths, so he risked it against his guts. There it was; the cocktail waitress from the bar, facing her back he jumped to attack her or rather he would have, instead he felt an arm that started choking him, from behind.

The struggle didn't last too long, Lyle slowly stopped moving, until none at all. The waitress, placed him gently on the ground while smirking. Turned towards her 'twin' and tripped soundly; someone got a hold on her ankle. Lyle was pretty much alive; mostly because he had one ace under his sleeve, one of the things he had trained for was holding his air (You never know when it comes in handy).

“Good riddance, bitch!”

He held his knife and pierced her heart.

“One down, one to go” – he shouted while standing up, with a fierce face.

This time the struggle wasn’t short in the least bit, both of them were truly going at each other.


I, Lyle York, 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: Whimsy
RP Experience: Like a year, some years ago (It doesn't sounds good)
How do you prefer to be contacted: PM is okay.

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Well there, I thinks is done. Let me know It if it needs anything else like more character back story. And I hope this time I managed to convey the personality a little bit better.

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