Hill Morgan

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Name: Hillary Angelina Morgan
Nick Names or Alias: Hill or Mor
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual Preferances: Bi-Sexual
Employment: Yes
Job Title & Description:

Hill works at a butcher's shop in Chinatown. She does most of the cutting and packaging.

Derangement(s):

Hill is intensely paranoid. She believes that every flickering shadow is a monster out to eat her, every slight hesitation a sign of evil. But hey, just because you're paranoid doesn't make you wrong. Also, though Hill has turned her psychosis to a more helpful goal, she is a violent psychopath.

Misc.:

Hill likes to kill things. It started with small animals, but then only got worse. Now she turns that urge to end life on the dark side of the world. Though Hill is deathly afraid of heights, she likes to go rock climbing. It's a paradox that's gotten her into more than her fair share of trouble. Also, whenever Hill lies, her left eye flicks to the left, independent of her right eye.

Ghoul?: Default
Hunter?: Default
Mage?: Default
Powers:

N/A

Endowments:

Hill works alone, and doesn't have the resources to obtain an endowment.

Foci:

N/A

Appearance:

Hill is a black woman of average height, and slim weight. Though her corded muscles add a bit to her weight, she has almost no fat and therefor is relatively light. Her brown eyes are expressive, and her mouth often shows her scorn for most people. She has a multitude of scars along her back and arms, as well as a burn on her left hip in the shape of a claw.

Fashion Sense/Style:

Hill has very little fashion sense, and tends to dress in jeans and a t-shirt on most occasions. When hunting, she dons black skintight dancing pants and a black spaghetti strap shirt, to better blend in with the night. She only owns one pair of heels, and they are rarely worn.

Personality:

Hill is the type to let the pain and trials of the past and present wash through her, and by those flames become tempered and hard. She believes in the adage 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger', and indeed for her it has. Her psychosis only emerges in her thoughts, now, as voices whispering all the different ways she could kill someone as she looks over them. Because of her night-time activities, however, she is able to resist these voices as she was not in her youth. Though she finds it increasingly hard to trust anyone, if she does come to trust you she will defend you with everything she has and defer to you in everything. Despite her natural independence, Hill is more of a follower than a leader.

Physical-Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 8
Leadership: 2
Melee: 6
Unarmed: 4
Ranged: 8
History:

Hill was born to a slightly oddball family in suburban New York. Her father was a plumber and the boss of his own company, which had two other plumbers in it, while her mother was a grade-school Spanish teacher. She was born to one older brother, Nathaniel, who was six years her senior. Hill was her father's baby, and when his heart condition forced him to hand control of the business over to an associate when Hill was seven, he took great advantage of the opportunity to spend more time with his child.

As Hill grew, she began to torment and kill small creatures in their small backyard. Though at the time she didn't really know the consequences of her actions, she knew that her parents would not approve and so she hid the evidence. By the time Hill was twelve, she had a full-blown psychotic disorder. Her father, however, was in denial about the whole thing, and refused to see the evidence Hill's mother brought to him. He could not believe that his little girl was some sort of killer, even if the victims were just animals. And so, Hill's psychosis went untreated.

Soon, dogs and cats and other pets began to disappear from the neighbor's yards and houses, and Hill did her laundry nearly three times as often as most. Still, there were inexplicable brownish red stains on many of her clothes, and the neighbors began to shun Hill's family. When Hill was fourteen, she began to have thoughts about killing her family. Just the occasional whisper of 'right now, the knife, in her back!'.

Nathaniel often returned to his childhood home to visit his family while he was in college. Every year, the ideas in Hill's head grew stronger, and she found it harder to resist killing one of her family members. Then, when Hill was sixteen, Nathaniel returned for one of his visits. He was different, that Hill could see. There was something in his bearing, an increase in confidence, and it made her suspicious.

Before long, she had come to the conclusion that Nathaniel planned to murder them all in their sleep. Why else would he return with such an attitude change? In truth, it was because he was engaged, but Hill did not know that. So she resolved to kill him before he could do her. She took a long knife from the kitchen, and crept up the stairs to his room. She stabbed Nathaniel over thirty times in his chest and stomach, and then sat in a corner of the room, clutching the knife to her chest and crying.

Her parents found her the next morning, and eventually Hill wound up in an all women's prison, on a charge of manslaughter. A psychologist in the employ of the state determined that her mental state at the time of the murder was unstable, and she wasn't responsible for her own actions. As such, Hill was able to get away with only seven years in prison.

It was in prison that Hill was introduced to Bi-sexuality, as it was an all-womens prison. At first it was against her will, but as time went on she began to enjoy the experiences. But then things began to go so very wrong.

Every month or so, one of the inmates would be found in their cell, dead, with no visible reason for the death. The cameras would show nothing, and no locks would have been tampered with. There were whispers that the prison was haunted, that spirits were to punish those within for their sins. Not a single inmate had ever survived long enough to make it out.

It wasn't long before Hill began to realize what was happening. Something was feeding on the inmates. It was taking advantage of the fact that it's prey was trapped, unable to even run. After about two years, Hill awoke to see her cellmate dead, with no marks. It was then that she knew she was next. She had so little time, only a month, to prepare. She sharpened a stake from an old broom handle she had scavenged, and stored some garlic salt she had stole from the stores.

She also fashioned an old lunch tray into the shape of a cross, though her faith in the Almighty was lacking, and she wasn't sure how good it would work. Then the day came. Hill lay awake in her cot, her breathing regular, her weapons clutched in her hands and hidden underneath her body.

Soon, she felt a presence in the room. The presence glided over to Hill, and as Hill felt the thing reach out for her, she flung both the cross and the garlic salt at the creature. Though the creature flinched, the things had no effect on it. It touched Hill's cheek in an almost loving way, and Hill could not help but feel revulsed. Just as Hill began to feel as if all hope was lost: for how could she fight against such a powerful creature, the thing sank it's fangs into Hill's neck.

The pain galvanized Hill into action, and she struck out with the stake, piercing through the creature's heart. Strangely enough, the creature did not explode into ash or rot away as Hill had expected, but instead almost seemed to fall asleep. Hill blacked out from the stress, and knew no more.

When she awoke, she was in a straight-jacket, with her therapist in the other corner of the plain concrete room. After a few weeks, it became obvious that Hill's psychosis had disappeared, much to the surprise of everyone. Well, that wasn't quite the truth. The truth was Hill had found things much more detestable than human beings to turn her desire for killing upon, and then and there dedicated herself to eradicating them.

She realized that she could not hope to contend with the creatures that went bump in the night in close combat. She was lucky she had been able to catch the whatever it was by surprise in her cell. Nor could she easily conceal a weapon such as a crossbow or a gun. Well, possibly a pistol but she feared that such a puny thing would not do enough damage to a creature to kill it.

So, she decided that throwing weapons were the only way to go. As such she looked up on the internet, asked around, and learned much about throwing knives and shuriken. Then she made wooden models of the things, and weighted them with pieces of her cot so they were balanced as would a real weapon. Her days were spent practicing, in the yard, in her cell, in the lunchroom. Wherever. She got to the point where she could hit a square inch target from 30 yards away, an impressive feat. In the last year, she even learned to throw thinner stakes with credible accuracy.

Thus, when Hill was finally released from prison with a clean psychological bill of health, she spent most of her inheritance on procuring the weapons she had spent so much time training with. For her parents had both died while Hill was in prison, leaving her with no real connections to the outside world.

So, Hill sold her parent's house and most of their belongings, and bought a cheap, one bedroom one bathroom apartment near chinatown. She knew she couldn't survive off of her inheritance forever, and so set about getting a job that would have a good cover for bloodstains and wounds. Finally she settled on a butcher.

So now Hill stalks the night, armed to the teeth and then some, looking for inhuman monsters upon which she can unleash her urge to kill without repercussions. For little does Hill know of the truth of the way things work.. In the shadows..

[Kiala]

cracks knuckles and rolls shoulder--"LETS DO IT"

Alright, ineresting character for starters. I have only a cople concerns.

What sort of creature was it?, kindred/vampires feed with fangs. How is it this thing was using its hands to do so?

second, a stake doesnt actualy turn a vamp to dust, it sends them into what is known as Torpor, wich is a long sleep., wich can only be lifted if the steak is removed

besides that an interesting read, good job

[hill]

Modified!

[Iota]