Post by KNOXVILLE EMERSON RADLEY on Apr 27, 2013 21:38:43 GMT -6
KNOXVILLE E M E R S O N RADLEY
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We don't have a choice to stay
We'd rather die than do it your way
With our backs to the wall, the darkness would fall
We never quite thought we could loose it all
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]: A major town in Tennessee, Brave/Powerful
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: 38
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Ethnicity[/color]: English, German, 1/16th Cherokee
Species[/color]: Hunter
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Blond. It has gotten darker over the years though, most notable at the roots.
Height & Weight[/color]: 6’2, and weighs at about just 201 pounds.
Body Type[/color]: Stocky and athletic
Distinguishing Features[/color]: THIS chest and arm tattoo, A few claw marks running over his left shoulder blade and color bone, healed up scar on his side, and the usual little scars here and there over his body
Face Claim[/color]: Nikolaj Coster-Waldu
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Supernatural stuff and things, Fruity drinks, Meth, Where he came from, Jailbait, Fishing, Motocross, Long lines, Pop music, Boys dating his daughter, U.S. Navy, Water, Little sedans
Strength[/color]: Sniping, Hunting (in all shapes and forms), Loyal (never leaves a person stranded), Cooking steaks
Weaknesses[/color]: Can’t strategize to save his life, Patience outside of hunting, His daughter and friends, Pretty girls
Fears[/color]: Something getting his daughter/her becoming a hunter, Drowning or any water related situation (other than drinking, showering, and brushing his teeth), Some crazy girl burning all of his alcohol stash
Secrets[/color]: His daughter is technically his niece, he hides almost anything from her. So most of his secrets only apply to her, not everyone else.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Likes to chew on tooth picks or small animal bones (it’s usually a nervous habit so he doesn’t grind his teeth), Props his feet up wherever he sits, drums his fingers to annoy people, Usually threatens with some form of violence
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Knox is a pretty stereotypical guy who fully hasn’t understand that he’s close to registering into ‘old man’ territory. Growing up in the Ozarks makes him a little trashy though, so he tends to find his entertainment in the usual booze and woman. Knox is usually on the more vocal side when it comes to speaking his mind, and he can be as loud as he wants and doesn’t tend to care if it will get him in trouble. Like a bull in the pen, he’s almost always looking for some sort of fight with someone who dares to look at him the wrong way. He can also be rather suspicious of things outside of his comfort zone (eg. Fine dining Japanese sushi verse fried frog legs caught himself in a swamp). And just half of the people in the world, alcohol is his best friend. Despite all of this though, deep down he can have a heart of gold. He’s incredibly loyal and he’ll go down in flames, guts, and glory for those than he calls a friend. Knox also has the protective drive of that of a mother defending its young, especially when it comes to his daughter.
As for appearance, Knox tends to fit up the doorway but mostly from width instead of height. He uses it to his advantage to make smaller people nervous. His blond hair, he usually just lets it grow out a little. Not insanely long since it’s still kept trimmish, but long enough to tuck behind his ears. Along with that, Knox also tends to have a scruffy beard most of the time, but he does shave it on occasion for a cleaner cut look (plus his daughter makes fun of him for it). His usual faire is old T shirts with graphics or solid colors like black or white, jeans (usually ripped), and hunting boots. His tattoo is usually never exposed, but the small piece on his arm is usually poking out near the bottom, and like any hunter, he has his fair shares of scars that he doesn’t bother covering up.
There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: Where ever the job takes him (daughter is located in a stable family life)
Mothers Name[/color]: April Radley
Fathers Name[/color]: Thumper Radley (deceased)
Siblings[/color]: Ashleigh (deceased)
Children[/color]: One daughter (niece)
Pets[/color]: Chocolate Doberman Pinscher (stays with daughter)
Overall History[/color]: Knox was born in a fairly rural area of Missouri that’s usually identified as the Ozarks. They make up of little houses and trailers scattered throughout forestry lands in the shade of the mountainous region that spreads into four other states. Born second, after his sister, the Radley children grew up a life with a needy mother and an absentee father. Thumper Radley was usually out cooking in Meth labs or pissing off some of the higher ups (drug bosses) in the area, which either way, is a dangerous game to play. With their father gone all the time, their mother turned into a needy woman starving for attention, smothering her children with her hysterics and being kind to them in one instant, and freaking out on them in the next. This lead to the children becoming more independent and eventually, go looking out for their own troubles just to escape their mother, but in the end, they always ended up coming back, or at least Knox did.
It taught him how to survive, as well as the people around him. His uncle in particular was where he learned how hunt animals out in the wild, skin, and cook. With his friends though, he picked up the nasty habit of drinking a little too often. As for his sister, she turned down the dangerous pathway of drugs and sex and never looked back. She got into trouble a lot with some of the local guys. Later down the road, their father died from a meth mishap. The lab exploded while Thumper had been cooking, or so that was according to all of his dad’s friends but Knox wasn’t sure if he entirely believed them. So he went around, poking his nose into business that was not meant to be his and asking people things that shouldn’t have been asked. So the people in question retaliated. Knox got his ass handed to him that night, and he took it as a sign of being weak, but not only that, but also that he needed to get out of there for good. So come the age of eighteen, he went over to the high school where he heard there was an U.S. Army Recruiter and never looked back.
The army only furthered his skills as a shooter, soon becoming a sharpershooter and getting trained as a sniper. There he also made friends, real friends. Not just some people to go drunk or stumble around in the woods with. Some might say that the Army actually cleaned up Knox, if only but a little. He still retained many of his good old qualities that the Orzaks left him with. With the army, he had seen people die, he had also helped people, and heard the bullets whistle past his years. Knox ended up doing four years with them before he got a strange call from his sister, right when his best friend also got medically discharged. While he didn’t entirely want to go home, he knew he had to go back and check in on his sister. So he did, and ended up crossing paths with something that had not been expected. Knox saw his sister the night he got back, with a swollen belly from a pregnancy. She didn’t know the father, and that’s what he thought this had been all about, but he had been wrong in the end.
People had been dying more than usual in the Ozarks as of late, and not from meth explosions or the usual run of the mill murders because from those, people usually just ended up missing. No, the people were found but their hearts were missing. And as his sister tried to explain this, the full moon rose up high in the sky and exposed her for what she was: a werewolf. What happened in the next few minutes, to this day, Knox still can’t recall other than he took her life in that moment. It happened fast and brutal, but not only that, he cut open her womb and took her baby, his niece, in an attempt to save her. And save her he did, and April Radley went missing, just like another person who pissed off the lords of the Ozarks. Tied down to weight and thrown into one of the swampish rivers, never to be heard from again. His niece survived though, taken to a hospital and everything without much question for city folk never liked to ask about the Ozarks or the people from it. He claimed her as his own child though, deciding that she would never find out the faith of her mother and he figured, whoever the real father was, would never come looking.
That next day, he had to send in his registration to the Army, stating that he found out that he had a daughter and the mother had passed, that his daughter needed him now. Instead though, he turned to his best friend from the Army, and his wife, and asked them to be her godparents and to look after her for he knew, what he was about to do would never be a stable life for a little girl. He soon turned his attention to werewolves, and what came after them. The world was never the same after that incident. It felt like opening Pandora’s Box and everything had come out, and he knew it just wasn’t in his little rural area now, but all over the United States. He took to learning the hunting trade by poking around and got picked up as an apprentice for a little while until he knew his way around the trade and craft. He drops by his daughter every month now for a week at a time, getting to know her and watch her grow up. Despite his absence, their relationship remains well but maybe it’s because she doesn’t know that he’s out there risking his life in ways more than she could ever imagine.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
His eye only focused on the target ahead, a ridiculous 500 yards out. It was the grand prize of this shooting gallery and almost nothing but ex snipers seemed to come here. Everybody was always looking for that perfect shot, and there were only a few who made the hall of fame up in the main office. Knox was looking to take the shot, but even now, he new that there was no way he was going to make it. Sure, he'd hit the target, but in the center, close to impossible. If it had been a deer or something, he wouldn't even take the shot. It'd be too risky, could wound the animal and it might be lost into the forest. Although, something supernatural...he might take it. Things like that usually tend to deserve a painful death.
Although, Knox was allowing his mind to escape him right now, which was the last thing that he really needed to do. There were other people shooting around him, but he barely noticed. He had come far to ignoring the sounds of guns and flying bullets. Half the time, he felt like he didn't need ear plugs. Shifting his weight around, Knox allowed himself to relax a little more, "Sink into the ground," he muttered to himself as he rolled his shoulder in just the slightest way. His fingers tapped a little, avoiding to the trigger until he was ready. Clear his thoughts, clear his mind. Closing one eye, Knox allowed the other one do the searching, focusing. And then he pulled the trigger in a swift motion.
The gun recoiled, the sound muffled by his earplugs. Out at the target, there was now a new hole damaging the white paper, but he was still a ways off from the center of the target, just like the rest of his shots. Figures. There was probably something he was missing to the equation. Perhaps it was the conditions, or maybe it was his gun, but there was something. Knox wasn't used to missing the target like this, but at 500 yards, he couldn't beat himself up over it. There was a wall of fame for a reason in the office. Clicking the safety on, he pulled his hand away from the trigger and removed the rounds before clearing the barrel, "Another day, Knox. Another day." But he only had a few days left, or so he assumed with the hunt before it was over, and it'd be back on the road...or maybe back to his daughter for it had nearly been a month.
With those thoughts in his mind though, he got up and grabbed his rifle before heading over to the overhead and welcomed shade. Pulling the earplugs off, they hung around his neck as he laid everything he needed on the table. For someone with limited education, he could be OCD like that. All of the sudden though, Knox couldn't help but to get one of those feelings. Glancing up, he looked around. He saw nothing but the regulars before he looked to the office and the glass door and the windows. Someone was there, someone new, for he did not recognize them. And at a range like this, that was saying something.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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