LMAO I like this guy already. Just don't expect me to rescue his sorry butt when he gets himself into trouble. Can someone say liability? Seriously though, I like this guy Argent.Name
: Himiko O'NeillAge:
: Despite the sleeve of tattoos on her right arm, Himiko is quite easy to talk to and always has a friendly shoulder for her few friends she's kept in contact with or has made since becoming a hunter herself. While her home life was pretty mundane until the Okami showed up, this Japanese beauty has more than her share of thorns from having studied and majored in mechanical engineering, which means if it has more than a dozen moving parts, she can take it apart with almost surgical precision before putting it back together, better than before she got her nimble fingers on it. Anything from V8 engines to electric batteries for a Hybrid, she's your girl. If you need someone to play the part of capable aristocrat with more than two brain cells to rub together, she's also who you go to for those jobs that require a more delicate hand in the upper class circles of the world. Beyond that and having taken some classes in mixed martial arts, Himiko still likes to party on occasion. While she doesn't smile quite like she used to, she still appreciates life, and while she prefers the company of a car's guts laid out before her, she also has a fondness for intelligent men and women both, with a preference for the fairer sex first and foremost. As a cautionary side note though, don't make the mistake of trying to cheat Himiko out of a deal, or you will regret it. Honor is important to her, and she'll not take kindly to oath breakers or those that try to cheat her or her allies.Appearance
: Long raven black hair falls over both shoulders in lustrous waves that frames her face. Gray eyes set in a face smooth as porcelain and slightly pale despite spending most of her time outside, working on this project or that. When she's not covered in engine grease and wearing short sleeve shirts and beat up blue jeans, Himiko, when she's not in her workshop, is almost unrecognizable when she cleans up, because she cleans up pretty well. When the need arises, she becomes downright ethereal in her appearance, becoming a beautiful vision of elegance and grace despite her fit, muscular frame, which, if anything, only enhances her overall beauty rather than taking away from it. While in the upper circles of society, she disposes with her work clothes and goes with loose dresses that shows off her curves, but also allows her to keep at least two silver knives underneath in hidden sheaths about her person.Main skills
: Auto repair/mechanical engineering, business and upper society connections/good money sense, and gunsmithing.Combat preference
: She prefers to get in close with her hands. One of the smarter things her mother did was enroll Himiko in a number of MMA defense classes growing up, which likely saved her life when the Okami dropped by for dinner and a show. As such, Himiko prefers silver knuckle dusters and knives over guns and bullets. Give her time in a workshop though and she can make almost any weapon or do any repairs you could ever want, just be sure to pay the agreed upon price. If you're looking for something with a little more bang for your buck, be sure to bring your own materials for your bullet and gun modding needs, otherwise she'll show you the door. Background
: Himiko and her family descended from Hiroshima, Japan, long before the city buster that was dropped. Her grandmother got lucky and had decided to elope with an rich businessman from America before the war started, so when the city went up, she and her new family were settled down in New York. They didn't stay in the big city for long, just long enough to decide to settle down in the ass end of Illinois, and by then, Himiko's mother had been born. Himiko herself would come around after a long night of drinking and a couple of bad decisions. Thankfully, it was one of the few times her mother was ever so stupid, and life carried on for the next twenty years. Until the Okami came knocking on their door. Up until that point, the most supernatural thing Himiko ever saw was the power of drugs, sex, and rock and roll had on her fellow seniors, and while she did pretty good in school, managing to hold a pretty steady 3.5 GPA throughout most of her school career, she was a little more relaxed than her normally uptight mother, unless she was celebrating a few specific holidays where booze was practically a prerequisite.
But being the only daughter of a lonely Japanese housewife with more money than sense tends to lend itself to trouble, and Himiko made the mistake of inviting home this rather alluring woman that had a thing for lonely, desperate women, like her mother for example. A few drinks later, and what she thought would be a night of drunken, celebratory sex for passing her mid terms turns into a nightmare as the Okami made her mother into that month's mystery meat, before proceeding to chase Himiko down as a side dish. Luck saved her ass over any particular skill with the knife she managed to stab it to death with, or at least until her date turned ravenous monster stopped moving. Unfortunately the Okami would get away after regenerating from Himiko's botched attempt to kill her, only to be put down by Bobby Singer at a later date. Not that it mattered, the damage had been done, which left Himiko with the family fortune, such as it was, and a lot of questions with no answers, at least ones that weren't insane on the surface.
Then she found the Winchester Gospel in a used bookstore she frequently visited more for the company than the selection, and suddenly, the world that had gone insane started to make sense again. Having learned the hard way that there were things that went bump in the night, Himiko has cut most of her old ties to her former life of relative comfort and luxury in favor of a hunter's lonely, desolate road. Well, except for a good friend of hers that also knows the whole story, but that's another tale entirely thank you very much.Equipment
: A Provest Marathon RV
is her home away from home, and it serves as a means for her to live in relative comfort while on the road. Beyond that and enough tools to comfortably set up shop anywhere she stops for the night, Himiko tends to troll the scrapyards for anything she can put to use, so it's not at all uncommon to find a box or two full of junk scattered about her mobile home, on top of a number of knives, knuckle dusters, and melee weapons, homemade and otherwise.Face Claim
: Isabella LeongTheme Song
: Styx - RenegadeOn:
. Oral (giving/receiving), vaginal/anal (giving/receiving), toys, erotic/oil massages (giving/receiving), intelligent/capable partners, strip shows, mutual masturbation, teasing, light to medium bondage, blindfolds, prefers gentle and sweet lovemaking/domination, but has on occasion gone in for rough, quick, and messy. Prefers women, but won't say no to the right guy. See player preferences for the restOff:
. Mutilation, torture, blood, death, toilet play, animals, incest. See player preferences for the rest