Name: Talia Dawson
Personality: Talia is a consummate professional, but she's also a little crazy. One minute she's focused intently on mapping out a strategy for handling the situation, and revealing the keen strategic workings of her mind, and the next she's reacting to a kink in the plan by going in balls-to-the-wall, utterly fearless, as if she had swapped pragmatism for idealism(or straight up recklessness). Her first choice, if she has one, always revolves around solid tactics and teamwork, but she knows that rarely do things work out how one had hoped, and in that situation anyone hoping to save their ass, and the asses of their partners, better know how to abandon the plan and work on instinct. When she's not working, she plays with the same intensity that she brings to her work, knowing that the life of a hunter, even the best, isn't a long one. She loves to drink, play pool, smoke weed, crack jokes, eat and fuck. She's determined to cram as much living into every waking hour as humanly possible, and doesn't much give a damn about conventional morals or societal expectations.
Appearance: Others are often surprised by Talia's appearance upon first meeting her. She stands only 5'5" barefoot, and looks like she weighs maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. On top of that, she refuses to sacrifice femininity for the sake of her work. Luckily, her brand of femininity is far from high-maintenance, so even when she takes the time to put on make-up and dress fashionably, she doesn't take long to do it or forget that at any given moment she might need to chase down a monster or crawl around in a drainage pipe. Her thick, golden-brown hair is cut in a carefree style that doesn't require much in the way of fussing, and her daily beauty routine involves a ten minute shower, five minute face and a duffle of easy-to-wear separates that all work together and look damn good. Her shoes generally add a couple of inches to her height, though they're all either boots or wedges, and the heels only come out when she has to go undercover.
Main skills: Sharpshooter, tactician, medical skills.
Combat preference: Guns and Crossbows | Judo
Background: Talia was raised on a horse ranch in Montana, and up until about three years ago, she lived the life of a typical girl from a small town in horse country. She was a good student, a cheerleader, popular in high school and determined to become a large animal surgeon. After graduating high school, she moved away from home to attend college for her veterinary degree, but only a few months into her surgical internship, she was called home by a tragedy on the ranch. Her father, younger brother and all the horses had been killed by what the local cops called a 'psycho Satan-worshiping murder cult'. They likened the travesty to the work of Charles Manson and his 'family', positing that it must have taken the group at least a full week to wreak the havoc that they had perpetrated. In the end, the police had no idea how to handle the devastation of a family and over twenty horses slaughtered right under their noses.
Talia took time off to deal with the fact that she had lost everything in her life in such a short amount of time. Or at least, that's what she said. She knew the local cops, and even the state police, had no idea what the hell they were dealing with, and would rather fob it off on 'random psychos', than try to handle a case that was utterly beyond them. So, Talia began to do some investigating on her own, looking into the details of the deaths in a way that broke her heart and helped her learn to harden herself to the pain. There was a lot to the case that didn't make sense, at least not any sort of logical sense that she could fathom from her previous knowledge and experience of the world. The bodies were torn apart, human and horse parts scattered like breadcrumbs all over the ranch and the surrounding area. But, despite all that, the only missing parts, in every instance, were the hearts. The coroner had also noted that he believed wild animals had been at the body parts, as they had claw marks and bite marks, which he attributed to dogs, wolves or some sort of big cat. This made even less sense to Talia, since she knew that scavengers would often have carried the parts away, and definitely wouldn't have left all the organs and flesh, except the hearts, behind. She managed to sneak into the coroner's office and examine the remains of her father and brother and, despite the hollow well in her stomach and the whirlwind of emotion that threatened to overcome her, determined herself that the claw and bite marks didn't match any animal she recognized. Same went for the hair that had been recovered by the police.
From there, it didn't take long for her to begin delving into the more fantastical explanations for her family's deaths, which eventually led her to a book, discovered in a used bookstore in Billings. Everything she'd discovered made it impossible for her to dismiss the book, as she might once have, as pure fiction. In fact, it was where she confirmed the conclusion she had reached through her research, that her family and their horses had been killed by werewolves, though she wasn't sure how many. She suspected it was more than two and less than five, but she had no way of confirming her suspicions. The book was what truly set her on the path of the hunter, though she started out the gate with a lead, since she had been shooting guns, and crossbows, since she was a child, and competed in several sharpshooting and crossbow contests in junior high and high school. In her effort to find the monsters that murdered her family, she has worked a few jobs, finding a natural taste and skill for the work.
Equipment: Barnett Ghost 410 Crossbow, Remington 870 Shotgun (Sawed-Off), Smith and Wesson Model 629 | Burner cell, fake IDs, emergency surgical kit | Black 1968 Ford Truck
Face Claim: Barbara Palvin
On/Off: Biblio's O&Os