Gary Sue
The One who Vibes
Oliver wasn't quite happy about the sudden change from solo to a party of two, and he had caused a bit of a ruckus trying to get the reason as to why. No matter what he said though, the administration of the head monster hunting organization in town didn't seem to change their mind whatsoever. And there wasn't any solid response he'd manage to beat out of them either. "I can't improve at the same rate with someone else on my party.", "I don't need somebody else, I can do the job on my own too." , "I can't cooperate with just anyone because you asked me to if I don't know why." - nothing. If anything, all he'd managed to do was get a job request, which meant his teammate was going to be there soon enough. He let out an exasperated sigh and tapped his foot on the floor impatiently, with his arms crossed.
His outfit was the same he usually wore, and he'd made sure to fit the two sheaths snuggly on the side of his hip. The one with the actual steel sword he used for combat, and a smaller one to hold the hilt of the magical sword his uncle had given him a few years back. "The request's nothing out of the ordinary either, so why is grouping up even necessary? If my teammate is half as insistent as I've been on doing things their own way, we won't get anywhere at all, even with this small fry...", his complaining didn't stop even as he waited, looking about the entrance to keep himself occupied until his new partner arrived. His worst fear was being assigned someone that didn't know their way around the job more than anything else, because he knew he couldn't teach them anywhere near as well as his uncle had taught him.
Practically throughout the ten or so minute wait his eyes were scanning the requests for the newer recruits, which mostly consisted of taking down numbers of smaller monsters rather than the larger, more dangerous ones. Just when he'd finished reading through all of them, he heard the door open and looked over his shoulder, only to be left with his eyes wide open. "... She looks like...", Oliver blinked a few times and turned to fully face her with a small smile on his face, and he asked with a hopeful voice. "Lily? Is that you? You're... your arm.", he found himself stuttering like an idiot, taken by surprise too much to articulate a proper sentence. If only he knew his partner earlier, this whole situation would have been avoided, but maybe this was for the better.
His outfit was the same he usually wore, and he'd made sure to fit the two sheaths snuggly on the side of his hip. The one with the actual steel sword he used for combat, and a smaller one to hold the hilt of the magical sword his uncle had given him a few years back. "The request's nothing out of the ordinary either, so why is grouping up even necessary? If my teammate is half as insistent as I've been on doing things their own way, we won't get anywhere at all, even with this small fry...", his complaining didn't stop even as he waited, looking about the entrance to keep himself occupied until his new partner arrived. His worst fear was being assigned someone that didn't know their way around the job more than anything else, because he knew he couldn't teach them anywhere near as well as his uncle had taught him.
Practically throughout the ten or so minute wait his eyes were scanning the requests for the newer recruits, which mostly consisted of taking down numbers of smaller monsters rather than the larger, more dangerous ones. Just when he'd finished reading through all of them, he heard the door open and looked over his shoulder, only to be left with his eyes wide open. "... She looks like...", Oliver blinked a few times and turned to fully face her with a small smile on his face, and he asked with a hopeful voice. "Lily? Is that you? You're... your arm.", he found himself stuttering like an idiot, taken by surprise too much to articulate a proper sentence. If only he knew his partner earlier, this whole situation would have been avoided, but maybe this was for the better.
Name: Oliver Windsor
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Green
Height: 178cm/5'8"
Personality: Oliver has always been a workaholic as far as monster hunting is concerned. He never enjoyed taking long breaks without going out on a request or training to work on his own abilities, and even at the top of his game, he feels there's still much room for improvement. That being said, he's hyperfocused on training and hasn't paid his social life too much attention. He's lost contact with many because of this, and has been working solo due to being rough around the edges after all this time.
Backstory: Ever since a kid, Oliver had always fantasized about becoming a monster hunter, just like his uncle. With his father and mother trying to look for a safer future, he got proper education and even met a lot of people in the process. His mind was unchanged though, and he eventually went on to train under his uncle, taking any classes and trips necessary to polish his skills until he was ready to take it on as a real job. Although his uncle has retired, he's left one of his personal treasures to Oliver, a magical sword hilt that his own mentor had passed on to him. Ever since, he's been putting all his best efforts into getting better, and now he stands at the top, although he still doesn't feel 'accomplished' with his results.
Magic: The one thing Ollie was never good at was magic. He could never cast any spells, despite having an ample supply of energy. Thankfully, the magical sword passed on to him by his uncle fed on energy in order to form a green, glowing blade, which cut through everything. Rather than damaging them though, it simply wore them out and caused exhaustion, making it the ideal weapon for hunting.
Weapons: Alongside his magical sword, Ollie always carries a normal, steel blade around, and a small hunting knife in case he needs to forage or carve anything on the field.
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Green
Height: 178cm/5'8"
Personality: Oliver has always been a workaholic as far as monster hunting is concerned. He never enjoyed taking long breaks without going out on a request or training to work on his own abilities, and even at the top of his game, he feels there's still much room for improvement. That being said, he's hyperfocused on training and hasn't paid his social life too much attention. He's lost contact with many because of this, and has been working solo due to being rough around the edges after all this time.
Backstory: Ever since a kid, Oliver had always fantasized about becoming a monster hunter, just like his uncle. With his father and mother trying to look for a safer future, he got proper education and even met a lot of people in the process. His mind was unchanged though, and he eventually went on to train under his uncle, taking any classes and trips necessary to polish his skills until he was ready to take it on as a real job. Although his uncle has retired, he's left one of his personal treasures to Oliver, a magical sword hilt that his own mentor had passed on to him. Ever since, he's been putting all his best efforts into getting better, and now he stands at the top, although he still doesn't feel 'accomplished' with his results.
Magic: The one thing Ollie was never good at was magic. He could never cast any spells, despite having an ample supply of energy. Thankfully, the magical sword passed on to him by his uncle fed on energy in order to form a green, glowing blade, which cut through everything. Rather than damaging them though, it simply wore them out and caused exhaustion, making it the ideal weapon for hunting.
Weapons: Alongside his magical sword, Ollie always carries a normal, steel blade around, and a small hunting knife in case he needs to forage or carve anything on the field.
Name: Lillian Kabal
Age: 24
Race: Arabian/Indian
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'5
Personality: Lillian has had a reputation of being an outspoken, adventurous woman from even her childhood, tending to find herself in trouble only to just as easily find her way out of it. Lilly's priority is survival, and ensuring the survival of the human race as a whole. Lillian is a kind and gentle sort, quick to address the needs of others before her own.
Backstory: Raised by her father in a small hunting post in the woodlands, Lillian never got the opportunity to leave her father's side until coming of age, quickly following in her father's footsteps to become a hunter so she could feed that adventurous soul of hers.
Magic: While she never learned to use magic, her mother had taught her some alchemy for healing when she was a girl, before her mother's death.
Weapons: Using throwing knives for smaller beasts is preferred for her, however for larger beasts she has duel daggers which she could use as she moved quickly around the monster she fights. Being more agile, she was never quite strong enough for larger weapons.
Age: 24
Race: Arabian/Indian
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'5
Personality: Lillian has had a reputation of being an outspoken, adventurous woman from even her childhood, tending to find herself in trouble only to just as easily find her way out of it. Lilly's priority is survival, and ensuring the survival of the human race as a whole. Lillian is a kind and gentle sort, quick to address the needs of others before her own.
Backstory: Raised by her father in a small hunting post in the woodlands, Lillian never got the opportunity to leave her father's side until coming of age, quickly following in her father's footsteps to become a hunter so she could feed that adventurous soul of hers.
Magic: While she never learned to use magic, her mother had taught her some alchemy for healing when she was a girl, before her mother's death.
Weapons: Using throwing knives for smaller beasts is preferred for her, however for larger beasts she has duel daggers which she could use as she moved quickly around the monster she fights. Being more agile, she was never quite strong enough for larger weapons.