Wil Marsh

[Wil Marsh]

Wil Marsh

27. HUNTER COME AS YOU ARE, AS YOU WERE, AS I WANT YOU TO BE. BASICS Character full name: William Gregory Marsh, IV Nick name or alias: Will, Wil Height: 6' 0" Body type: Athletic, muscular Age: 27 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight PERSONALITY: Wil is a bit of a goof. He smiles easily, loves to laugh, and enjoys making other people laugh. He's a social guy who makes friends easily. Wil always has someone to call if he wants to hang out. He doesn't enjoy being alone. When he's stuck alone at home, he'll go out and find something to do (even if it's 2 in the morning). Otherwise he gets anxious and uneasy. Wil is a tinkerer and a Mr. Fix-It. He often busies himself taking things apart and putting them back together. He restores cars and sells them. He builds things: tables, chairs, book shelves, desks. Wil always has some project he's working on to keep his hands and mind busy. He's an outdoorsy kind of guy. He enjoys hiking and camping once in a while. He's fascinated with "roughing it" in the woods with nothing but a lighter and a pocket knife. Neither parent knows quite where that came from. Despite the fact that both his parents were/are hunters, Wil has always felt a need to be "normal." He likes to have a job and friends and a life, which is difficult to do when one is constantly chasing monsters all over the country. He's got one foot in the hunting life and one foot out, which is a difficult balance to maintain. Keeping two lives separated from one another isn't always possible. Although he's a charmer, Wil isn't one to date around. He respects women and enjoys their company. He always has a smile and a compliment for a lady. However, having a hidden life full of hunting and monsters doesn't lend itself to dating. That's not to say he hasn't tried. When Wil is upset, he gets withdrawn and anti-social, which doesn't go unnoticed considering his fondness of social gatherings. He doesn't like being poked at and prodded when he's sad or angry, preferring to sort it out on his own. HISTORY: Wil was the first born child of Jo and Greg Marsh. In the early years of his life (and later his sister Jade's), Jo and Greg were moving around a lot. At first, he didn't really know this was weird, or that there was anything supernatural involved. His parents moved around, so he did, too. It seemed normal to him. When he got old enough to overhear conversations and snoop around, his parents started explaining the supernatural to him. From a young age, Wil was taught about the supernatural world and how to stay safe against it. Jade wasn't too far behind. Wil was always protective of his sister, especially once he knew what was out there and what his parents did as far as hunting went. When their younger sibling was born, their lives took a drastic turn. Greg and Jo settled down in Whitefish, Montana, rebuilt The Roadhouse, and for the first time Wil had a stationary, stable home base. It was a difficult adjustment for him. Being used to traveling, staying in one place too long made him uneasy. He couldn't reinvent himself in every new town. He had to make friends and get comfortable in his own skin. He was a bit troublesome in his teens, taking off to go on walkabouts, partying with the wrong crowds, acting out. The Men of Letters base beneath The Roadhouse fascinated Jade, but Wil was more into active outdoor activities. However, the presence of Kennedy Stark and Charlie Bradbury throughout Wil's life affected him. He got used to being outnumbered by women, for one thing, and adopted the hobby of taking things apart to see how they worked and figuring out how to put them back together. Getting involved in hands-on projects, like building things and fixing things, gave Wil an outlet for his anxiety as well as a hobby to keep him out of trouble. Not only did Wil grow up in a hunting household, he grew up around hunters that hung around The Roadhouse. Hands-on hunting wasn't his thing, but he gathered a lot of information about hunting and various creatures. He was a bit of a lax student in school. He was smart, but things like studying and homework tended to fall by the wayside in favor of research into hunting. When he became a lacrosse player, it helped ground him in school a bit more and he became a better student. Wil found he enjoyed his "normal" life full of dances and dates. After he graduated from high school, Wil began a string of odd jobs, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. Wil had very little interest in following the hunting lifestyle, though he was well trained in how to defend against it. He had all the tools and knowledge to become a good hunter, but he didn't have the drive his sister would develop to become a full-fledged hunter. He'd heard enough horror stories and seen enough injuries to know it was dangerous and that once you were in there was no getting out clean. Although his parents seemed relieved at his decision to remain distant from active hunting, Wil always had a feeling he was disappointing them by not carrying on the family legacy. This wasn't something he ever voiced aloud, but something that gnawed at the back of his mind. When Jade went to college their parents seemed so proud that he wondered, again, if he'd picked the wrong path and disappointed them. Should he have gone to college? The fear of making the wrong decision and disappointing his parents prodded Wil to accompany his father on a hunt. He felt he needed to get his hands dirty and experience hunting before he wrote it off entirely. Although Greg was protective of his son and Jo was less than thrilled, they knew it would be better to have him go along on a hunt supervised and prepared than to have him take off on his own. So, when Greg got a hunt that seemed tame and simple, he brought his son along. Wil was surprised when hunting was a lot like doing homework: a lot of research, a lot of all-nighters with too much coffee. When it came time to actually shed some blood, Wil was shaky and had rookie written all over him, but he was young and strong, more than capable once his nerves got out of the way. He and Greg shared a beer afterwards and Jo was glad they came home in one piece. Wil decided hunting was something he could do. He wasn't incompetent. However, it wasn't something he could see himself dedicating his life to. Wil began looking for a career. He went through a slew of jobs, some just jobs to pay the bills, others potential careers that didn't work out. He worked at a lumber mill for a while until it closed down. Then he did roofing for a while. He eventually found his niche in carpentry. He'd frequently aid his family and other hunters in research. Very occasionally, he'd accompany someone on a hunt. When Jade decided to become a hunter, Wil became more protective of her. He also became more involved in hunting than he ever thought he would. But, if someone didn't hunt with her she'd just hunt alone. It was better to help her out, despite catching hell from his parents later. Currently, Wil works when someone's in need of a roofer or a carpenter. Not steady, but he enjoys it. He builds things on his own on the side and has plenty of time for hunting between jobs. He researches often and hunts with his sister, straddling the line between a normal life and the hunting life. One can only do that for so long… EXTRA INFORMATION: Fun facts: Wil is good at math. He's not afraid of heights and he has good balance. He's not super into technology. He loves animals and would love to have a pet if he didn't travel so much. WRITING SAMPLE: Please select one of the following prompts and use it to write an RP sample of at least 200 words as the character you are applying for. Please delete the prompts not used: Driving home from work, Wil was tired. He yawned behind the wheel. It wasn't even that late. A little past 10. But, he'd been working since 6 a.m., climbing up and down a ladder, sitting on a roof under the hot sun. One of the other guys had been a no-show, which had made more work for him. It meant more money, so he kept telling himself he didn't mind. His back and muscles were protesting now. Pulling into the driveway of his fixer-upper of a house, Wil cracked his neck from side to side. Everything was stiff and aching. Scrubbing a hand across his face revealed he had a sunburn. Wil cut the engine and headed toward his house. He slid the key into the lock of his front door, knitting his brows when he realized the door was unlocked. Crap, did I leave my door unlocked? No. He'd locked the door. He distinctly remembered locking the door. Wil stood frozen for a moment, wracked with indecision. He didn't have a weapon. What could he use? He had some tools back in his truck, but if there was anyone in the house they surely knew he was there. How much time would he have to run to his truck? He could get in and take off, call the cops on his cell. Of course, there was always the possibility he really hadn't locked the door at 5-something a.m. when he left. A sound inside made him stand a bit straighter. Yup. There was definitely someone in there. He muttered an obscenity. His hand was on the cell phone in his pocket, ready to call 9-1-1 and book it back to his truck. The idea that there could have been something rather than someone in the house made him pause. There were monsters out there, things cops wouldn't know what to do with. If something like that was lurking behind his front door he'd be sending a few innocent people into a horrifically dangerous situation. "Damn it," he muttered. Wil headed back to his truck, adrenaline pumping, waking him up. Opening the tailgate, Wil grabbed the first tool he laid hands on that could've been a plausible weapon: a roofing hatchet. Small enough not to attract the attention of nosy neighbors, effective enough to bash in a skull if need be. Rejuvenated by fear, Wil walked up to his door with purpose. He stopped at the front door, hesitating only a moment before whipping open the door fast enough to alarm anyone on the other side. A chorus of voices rang out. "Holy crap." "Jesus!" "Uh… surprise?" The living room light flickered on. Wil blinked, eyes adjusting as he looked around at all the familiar faces staring back at him. He stood in the doorway, hatchet raised. He lowered it, relieved but embarrassed. "I told you Marshes don't like surprises," his father said. "Everybody likes surprises on their birthday." Wil's eyes widened in surprise. Was it today? Holy crap, it was his birthday. He'd woken up so early, worked so hard all day, it had completely slipped his mind. "Birthday… Right." He closed the door behind him, exhausted but relieved. Noel. EST. Chace Crawford Rules codeword: Approved by The Observer.

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