Krystal Abigail Clarke

[Brighteye]

Krystal Abigail Clarke



* We're All Just A Little Insane. .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Brighteye/Brighty, AND I AM 16.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT two or three years now
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE no others currenty. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ---adminedit---

[/color],[/b] Krystal Abigail Clarke
- - - - nicknames, Krys
- - - - gender, Female
- - - - age, 29
- - - - race, Human; Hunter
- - - - sexuality, Straight
- - - - occupation, Hunter
- - - - wealth class, Middle Class – She does odd jobs, because the Hunters only get so much.
- - - - other, None for me.
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- - - - hair, Her hair goes to her mid-back and is blonde.
- - - - built, Petite, slightly muscular
- - - - weight, 127
- - - - height, 5’2
- - - - fashion sense, Krystal has always chosen comfort over style. She’d rather walk around in faded jeans and an old t-shirt than some tight, uncomfortable pants with a too-small, skin showing shirt any day. Just because she’s a female doesn’t mean she wants to be eye candy for some lecher on the street, no thank you.
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[li] Being Random
[/li][li] Children
[/li][li] Clowns
[/li][li] Comedy Movies
[/li][li] Dancing
[/li][li] Doodling
[/li][li] Gymnastics
[/li][li] Helping Others
[/li][li] Jokes
[/li][li] Music
[/li][li] Rainy Days
[/li][li] Romance Novels
[/li][li] Scary Movies
[/li][li] Snow
[/li][li] Stars
[/li][li] Talking

- - - - loathes,
[/li][li] Balloons
[/li][li] Being Alone
[/li][li] Being Told "No"
[/li][li] Church
[/li][li] Classical Music
[/li][li] The Cold
[/li][li] Condescending People
[/li][li] Crying
[/li][li] Extremely Serious People
[/li][li] Patience
[/li][li] Rap Music
[/li][li] School
[/li][li] Sitting Still
[/li][li] Trying To Be Someone She Isn't
[/li][li] Waking Up

- - - - strengths,
[/li][li] Bluntness
[/li][li] English
[/li][li] Fast (For A Human)
[/li][li] Friendly
[/li][li] Lying
[/li][li] Perseverance
[/li][li] Quick Thinking
[/li][li] Rationality
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Tai Chi
[/li][li] Understanding Facts

- - - - weaknesses,
[/li][li] Bright Lights
[/li][li] Gullible
[/li][li] Heights
[/li][li] Hemaphobic
[/li][li] Loud Noises
[/li][li] Low Self Confidence
[/li][li] Math
[/li][li] Misses The Obvious
[/li][li] Needles
[/li][li] Small Attention Span

- - - - dreams,
[/li][li] To Protect Others From Danger
[/li][li] World Peace
[/li][li] To Die After Living A Full Life

- - - - fears,
[/li][li] Death
[/li][li] Flying
[/li][li] Heights
[/li][li] Hurting Others
[/li][li] Needles

- - - - overall personality, Krystal can almost always be found with some sort of smile gracing her face. She likes laughing and joking, and loves hanging out with her friends. She is very peppy and hyper-like. Krystal is child-like, finding the simple things in life to be pleasurable as well as the more complicated and elaborate. She is very loyal and courageous, and would never betray her friends. Krystal is the type of person who tries to carry the problems of others on her own shoulders, to try to ease their burden a little.

Her sunny disposition makes her seem a little childish, but she is anything but. Sure, she’d love to be a child again, and loves to play and have fun, but she is entitled to her status as an adult, and a sorcerer at that. Krystal can be very serious when she must be, though she still has some of her wit and cheer even then. Just because its work doesn’t mean she has to change who she is. She can be happy on the strangest days or for the strangest reasons. For instance, her comrades prefer not to work in the rain, but she loves going out just so she can splash in the puddles. She's been given more than one odd look for having a look of pure elation as she - and anyone within a few feet of her - becomes thoroughly soaked in her splashing fun.

Krystal can be seen in many places you'd find many different, strange people. Some people might be daunted at the thought of so many people at once, but not Krys. She loves meeting new people, and doesn't mind lending a helping hand to someone who doesn't know her. She's a good person, all around, and loves doing good deeds. However, that's only if she's meeting you for the first time for no reason. If she's arresting you, then that's a whole 'nother ball game there. She can be more rough and impolite, the degree leveling out to the severity of the crime. Krystal wouldn't be as hard on a petty shoplifter as she would be a cold blooded murderer.

Krystal has never been seen as one to get angry mad - just the opposite. She's always happy, kind, or just overall pleasant to be around. However, everyone has those points where they just can't not get upset. When she's angry, she throws a short temper tantrum - full of yelling and name calling - before being oddly silent and untalkative. She broods and won't speak to anyone who pissed her off, unless it was absolutely necessary. Then, if it were their fault, and they have apologized - she almost instantly becomes her happy self around them, though she does have a few minutes of "transitioning". If it was totally her fault, or a misunderstanding, she'll be a little nervous and shy, but she will man up and apologize for her idiocity. When she's upset, it's almost the same, except there's no yelling or name calling. It's just uncharacteristic silence. She doesn't stand for a few things, some of those being sexism or racism, as well as child abuse or harassment of any kind. She's quite partial to children.

Though she is a hunter, it doesn’t mean she shares every one of their views. She believes in the good in others, and while she will do anything to protect the good of herself and others, she knows that these beings, “monsters” as some call them, were human once too. Some were unwillingly changed, she was sure – it wasn’t their fault that they had to live as they did, was it? It’s like telling a person they’re going to go to hell because they enjoy eating meat products. The animals have no say in their deaths; what if they don’t want to be eaten? These immortal beings were in the same predicament. And, while she has these views, she does believe that not every one of these beings were evil, she knew that not all of them were good. She won’t hesitate to shoot to kill, because if she were to die, there would be one less person standing between the evil half of the beings and the humans.
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f a ther: Teddy Dexter Clarke -- Deceased -- Suicide
m o ther: Sapphire Makayla Clarke -- Alive -- Schizophrenic
s i b lings: April Sarah Clarke -- Deceased -- Vampire Attack
- - - - pets,
I have a cat named Midnight. She has dark, leafy green eyes. Her pelt is black, except for a few spots. The tip of her tail, the front left paw, and her muzzle are all snow white. While at home I can be found carrying her with her looped over my neck. She travels with me on all of our trips, and stays wherever the hunters get lodgings at.
- - - - overall history,
I was one of those kids that you never really noticed until you became my friend. Then, I was always there, someone you could count on to have your back, even when everyone else let you down. That ones one of the taken for granted parts of my life. I always thought I'd have friends that'd love me for being me, a family that'd help me up when I fell, and a baby sister who'd never do any wrongs. What I'd give to go back to those days, to have such an imagination and hope for the future again. But alas, time moves onward, and so must I. The history, though it isn't as tragic as others, isn't bright and happy either. Then again, what hunter actually has a "happy" past?

My parents names are Teddy Dexter Clarke and Sapphire Makayla Clarke. They met over the internet, actually. They were trying a new internet dating site and got together. Of course, love can't be "I went out on one date and then we got married". For them, it wasn't either. They were young, fresh out of school, ready to begin living for the first time. Both had dated many people, only to be let down in the end of it all. They had begun to lose hope, but time and patience brought them together after all of their hardships.

Sapphire was a girl who'd always had the best in life. Her father, my grandfather, may he rest in peace, had made quite a bit of money off of the stock market, and so they had always had money to use. My grandmother was very strict with my mother, probably making up for how her father was gone all the time. They didn't approve of my father, but she married him anyway. That was how much she loved him, she defied her parents, the ones who brought her to life, gave her all she wanted and more, for him. They didn't quite disown her, but they did stop contact for an amount of time, it was six or seven years before they decided that they couldn't ignore her forever.

My father, on the other hand, was a wild child. He was the one who went to parties, drank, smoked, and picked on the nerdy kids for not being cool. He skipped school, passed through classes with seventies, and got into fights with anyone who challenged him. He usually won all these fights, because the one thing he actually took serious was his martial arts, Tai Chi. It was from him that I learned everything I know today. Anyway, back to him. His parents were glad when he decided to move out and try out life for the first time, they hoped it'd be a wake up call to bring him to reality. Instead, he married a rich girl who technically could have given him everything he could have ever needed. He learned how to be a family man, to work to get what he wanted and what he needed. Teddy got a job as a banker and slowly - slowly - made his way up the ranks. He began to supply the family funds instead of his wife.

There's a small town where I was born, called North Jamesborough. That is where our tale begins. It was a cloudy day in May, one that my family never forgot. They brought a little girl into this world. None thought to think that my birthday was an omen, after all, I was born on Friday the 13th. I wasn't their first child, no, I was their second daughter, who was born three years previous. As a baby I was loud, inquisitive, and moody when it came to everything else. There wasn't much to my baby life, not really. My first word was "bottle" and my first steps took place a little more than a year after I was born.

As a toddler, I was getting into everything. There's a cup on the table? Not anymore. I'd be underfoot in the kitchen, watching mommy cook dinner. We had a dog back then, a German Sheppard, who died when I was nine. I’d follow him all over the house, and at one point I tried to share his bed and food. My mother put an end to that quickly, though not without a laugh. I got into mischief everywhere. There was many spilt glasses, colored on walls, lipstick smeared mirrors, and papers thrown around when I was unleashed on the family. My mother and father patiently tried to teach me that this was wrong, and eventually I learned better.

Elementary school feels like a whole different world now, and I wish that I'd have it back. My sister was in first grade when I was brought into Pre-K. My favorite parts of my class then was Show-N-Tell, Recess, and the Alphabet. I've always been a person for words, ever since I was a little kid. I liked listening to what other people had that I didn't, and I didn't think of it then. Recess was like anyone else's recess. Tag, jumprope, hide-n-seek, followed by a couple bumped heads and scraped hands and knees. Everything was as it should be. My parents loved me, and my sister was there when I wanted to cry over something stupid, like my favorite crayon breaking. The rest of my grades I passed easily. I always liked english, and therefore I read anything I could get ahold of. I passed every english and science quiz given to me, but occasionally I'd fail a history or math question. They weren't my subjects, and I didn't try to pretend they were. During this time period, my father was always with me, giving me lessons in the art of Tai-Chi. I loved it, and I never used it on anyone at school, though I could have. Elementary was a happy time for me, when my friends were every single one of my classmates and everyone liked you no matter what you did. When it came time to have to move on, I was not too thrilled.

Middle school is when it all changed. I aced my english and science classes, along with P.E. and french. Math and history were still poor classes for me, and as they added more complexities into them, it got harder and harder. Still, somehow I managed to pass with B's in them. It was in seventh grade that was the major turning point, where the men were seperated from boys as some would say. My sister was attending high school, a freshman, and I was in seventh grade. She went out with some friends to see a movie. The theatre was a block away, and it was only just after dusk. After, she said she'd walk since they'd met up with friends and the car was full. They agreed readily, the rest of them piling into a single car. No one saw her again, alive at least. My parents had been on edge after ten, when she'd promised she'd come home. Ten turned to eleven, eleven to midnight. My mother called the police and my father went to the theatre armed with a photograph of her. The ticket sellers told him they last saw her walking away from the theatre. So, he drove slowly down the path she would have taken, but he didn't see her.

It was two days later we found out what happened to her. She'd been murdered in an alleyway, her throat ripped out. My mother cried for days - I'd never seen anyone cry so much before. My father became slightly more distant, a little bit more on edge than before. He was in his study most of the time, unless he was giving me Tai-Chi lessons. It wasn't until I was a sophomore in highschool that he'd pulled me aside. By that time, my mother was relatively normal again, but she'd jump at any sudden sounds. She'd been given medications by doctors, having been unstable after her daughters untimely death.

My father had said he wanted to talk to me about April, but he didn't want my mother around. I didn't blame him, not after how she'd reacted to her death. We talked long into the night about how good she was, how she didn't deserve it, and how much we missed her. The next day was worse. I had to go to school, my heart seemingly liften of its burden of my sisters' death, for the time being anyway. During my fifth period, I got a phone call from my father.
"I'm coming to get you, honey. Your mother isn't well and I won't be able to get you later." He had told me. I didn't ask why then, instead, I waited until he had come to get me and take me home.
"What's wrong with Mom?” I had asked, and he looked at me a moment, before turning his eyes back to the road. I repeated the question at least two more times before he responded.
“I caught her today with illegal drugs. She’s addicted to something, and she hasn’t taken the medications her doctor gave her for about a year. On top of her being addicted, she’s got a case of schizophrenia.” I remember asking about the schizophrenia, not understanding what he’d meant. “It’s like having a voice in her mind, dear. She believes April is still alive, and it’s making her unwell.” I didn’t ask after that. Dad had taken away her drugs, burned them. She’d flown into a fit of rage, which ended up in her throwing something big and made of glass into the wall. “She’s going to have to go away for awhile.” He told me. I had nodded, biting my lip.

When we got home, it wasn’t too pretty. She’d thrown things around, convinced that Dad had merely hidden the drugs, not burned them. He had already called a sanitarium, she’d have to go to a drub rehab center as well, and we both knew it. It was maybe thirty minutes of me talking to her, trying to calm her down, before the “men in white coats”, as is said, arrived. They took her, crying and screaming, down the hall gently. I walked behind her, still talking, babbling about anything. My father had been silent, she had given him death glares. It was horrible. I visited her every weekend until I was sent to college.

In college, I majored in criminalology and minored in foriegn languages. It was while I was there that my father could snap. He never got over my mother’s condition, though he’d tried for me. I got a letter written by him, and I still have it.
Dear Krystal,
If you’re reading this, know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I never told you everything, I’m sorry that I’m going to leave you and your mother alone. I can’t keep the pain from my life, the guilt from affecting me in ways you may never know, I hope you’ll never know the feeling.
It went on to talk about when April died. He’d made phone calls, did research. It was something his father had believed as well, he’d told me, and that such things had happened in our family’s past before, at least on his side. He told me he truely believed that something not of this world killed her, a vampire had killed her. I didn’t beleive it at first, I had to re-read it to make sure that was what it had said. For awhile, I refused to believe the two most important parts of the message. It was a suicide note, and I didn’t want to believe my father was capable of such a thing, not with my mother as she was. It would devastate her as well as myself. Then, you had the vampire bit. I didn’t believe it for a minute, even though he sounded extremely serious when he said it. I attended my fathers’ funeral with my mother. She was distraught over the whole thing, and it was a chore to keep her from doing anything rash. Then, all was as normal as it could be. My mother was moved to a sanitarium that was closer to my college so I could visit every weekend like I had before the ordeal.

The letter still ate at me, the vampire bit at least. I did research for unsolved cases that were like my sisters’. There were hundreds whose deaths included either throats ripped out, or some other single area being torn bloody. It was too strange. I didn’t believe it, I couldn’t believe it. It was too farfetched, and not even I was that insane. The final crisis in my school life was what made me believe. I had to from that. I’d gone to the club that night with my friends. I was designated driver that night so I only had some soda. I made sure everyone got to their apartments or dorm room safely before I got to go home. I was forced to park far away from my dorm, as the parking lot was full. I locked the car and walked towards the door. Scary how you remember everything in detail when you want to forget. There was a woman in the parking lot, and she looked no older than I, so I assumed she was a student like me. I ignored her, however, and continued walking by. I didn’t think she’d seen me. It was a few minutes until I could see the base of the stairwell that led to my apartment. It was then that I realized someone was walking behind me, because I had stopped and they had continued. I whirled to see the girl, and I smiled tentatively as she gave me a wide grin. As I was opening my mouth to greet her, she lunged at me. My training went out the window then, and I tried to duck to the side towards the stairs, a scream ripping from my throat.

The girl snarled then, showing of razor sharp canines, and lunged. I kicked out with one leg, and though it didn’t feel like a brick wall, it felt like something slightly softer than such. She was quite hard, and my kick, though slowing her slightly, didn’t really affect her. Another screech came from my mouth. I could see death coming, and I had a faint thought of how this was going to devastate my mother. Even though I knew I was going to die there, I still tried to get away. There was a space between the rail and the ground of the stairwell, and I slid under it, landing neatly on the ground. The girl was behind me in a moment, but my screaming had done it’s job. I saw a light or two flicker on, and I know she did too. She grabbed my arm, but I wasn’t about to be carried away to be killed in the nearest alleyway. Fighters spirit, to the end, I had too much to live for. I hooked an arm around the rail and held against her pull, calling out a faint “Help!” She pulled my arm out of its socket then, and I blacked out for a time. I don’t really know how I survived that night with my mortality intact. I woke up the next morning in the hospital. I’d been brought there because of my arm, and they’d let me stay because of how out of it I was.

I never stopped believing then. How could I be so unlucky as that? I invested in a knife, which I carried with me only when I went out at night and mace. These stayed with me for all my years in college, but she never did come back. I don’t know why, but I’m glad she didn’t. I didn’t want to die so soon in life. After I graduated college four years later with a masters degree in criminology and a Bachelors degree in languages, I left to work in a large city, which was close to the college I’d attended, and close to home. Mom was moved with me, and she told me she didn’t mind, though I think she secretly did. I felt guilty about her moving with me like that. I began to work for the police work, and as more and more unsolved cases like my sisters occured, I couldn’t handle it. I did research like my father had, and I eventually found the Hunters. It had taken awhile to find them, and I wasn’t going to drop it. I “signed up” in a way, as I had contacted one of the members, who it was I cannot remember anymore. They didn’t want me at first, but after six months of perseverance, I was grudgingly allowed to join. I’ve been here for four years, and I don’t regret a day of it.

I was squeamish for my first few jobs, but as time went on, I became less prone to feeling sick. It wasn’t messy when fighting vampires, as I was glad to say. At least, not on their part. We got cut up quite a few times, and don’t get me started on werewolves! I hate blood, it’s one of my biggest phobias that I’ve slowly begun to overcome, and fighting werewolves includes quite a bit of blood. They bleed, we bleed, and eventually all that blood is going to be seen. It’s quite a horrible job, one of the most dangerous in the world too. I do so that one day I might maybe one day kill my sisters’ murderer, make up for my fathers’ suicide and my mothers’ conditions, and so that I’ll never be in the position I was in at college.

Now, I move with the hunters, and am currently in Ashshire. It’s been years since I joined, and I’ve long since been accepted in the ranks, even if I do have a slightly odd view on the situation. I suppose it’s just another way that makes me unique. Well, I, live with my cat, Midnight, a almost completely black cat with green eyes. She has a white muzzle, white forepaw, and the tip of her tail was while. She keeps me company when I’m not out killing “monsters” or doing something else around the town to make sure I have enough money.

- - - - roleplay sample,

It wasn’t everyday that she got an off-day from her job. Well, it wasn’t really a “job”, more like a covert operation to protect the human race. It involved danger (thats fun), fire arms, and lots of death. She was killing those that brought death in their wake, because they were nothing more than the monsters that everyone took them to be. Not bad for a girl of twenty nine, huh? Everyday was another risk that she was willing to take, except for today. Today was her day, a day to relax and get away from all the vampires and werewolves. Yes, you heard her right, vampires and werewolves. They were the bringers of death that she helped stop, though before she was in college she’d never believed.

A woman with messy blonde hair sat up in bed, stretching. A cat curled up against her cried out in protest softly, but she ignored it. The woman went through all the stages of getting ready to go to work, minus the gun. She lifted the cat gently and set her against her neck, where the cat could view everything she could see comfortably, and it left her arms free. This was the normal waking routine of Krystal Clarke. She was a person who knew her way around a gun and could kill you with her barehands if she wished, who had a soft side for cats and couldn’t understand math. What a picture for a protector of innocents, huh? She fixed herself a bowl of Cinnamon Life cereal as her birds began to greet the day.

“Good morning!” “Good morning!” “I love you!” “Good morning!” The two chorused. They usually had something to say about the morning, but today they seemed to be in the same cheerful mood as she. She picked up the bowl as she ate, so she could walk to the cages. She opened them, and the birds scurried out, not caring if there was a cat nearby. The two birds and the cats had a truce, since they could do considerable damage before the cat would be able to get the killing blow in. Krystal was glad for that, because she’d have hated to get rid of the cat, who was the newest addition to her family.

Once she was finished with her cereal she rinsed the bowl and left it in the sink to wash later and drifted over to the phone. Dialing a number she’d long since memorized, she tapped her foot as it rang.
“Hello?” A voice on the other end spoke. Krystal replied, bouncing slightly as she did so.
“Yes, hello! I’d like to come visit my mother, Sapphire Clarke, if it’s alright.” She told the man. The woman hadn’t visited her mother all week, and she liked to be kept updated with her mothers’ condition.
“I’m sure she’d like you to visit, Krystal.” The man told me. The girl smiled to herself as she thought about it.
“Alright. Would you tell her that I’ll be over to visit in about twenty minutes?” She asked. He assured her that he would and the woman hung up.
“Alright, Midnight, I have to go. You be good and leave the birdies alone, alright?” Krystal told her, lifting her gently from her shoulder to set her on the ground.
“Goodbye, April, Sammy.” She called over her shoulder.
“Buh Bye!” Sammy hollered back.
“I love you!” April replied, repeating the same thing she’d said earlier. The woman grabbed her purse and walked out the door, locking it behind her. With that, she went to her car and began to drive off to visit her dearest mother.

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