Halo Lazarus Eventide

[Halo Lazarus Eventide]

Tell us about yourself:

I'm a weird one. Possibly an alien....

How did you find us?: The spaceship sent me............
Name: Halo Lazarus Eventide
Age: 29
Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
Group species: Human, Demon Hunter
Gender: Male
Allignment: Good
Appearance:

Halo has piercing green eyes, and coal black hair. At times he's been known to bleach his hair as well. Usually worn spiked or mussed, he doesn't much care for taking the time to actually do anything with his hair. Why bother, he's too busy hunting vamps and demons.
Generally dressed in a suedo-punk style, it ranges from jeans or slacks and a button up shirt with a tie, to a t-shirt.
Tattooed, likes to wear black eyeliner and polish his fingernails black as well.

Height/Weight: 6 foot, 210 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Unique/Exotic Features:

Halo has tattoos all over, many running down his arms. His eyes care quite catching.

Image:

Model:

Billie Joe Armstrong

Personal belongings/weaponry:

Halo and his sister have a nice stash of weaponry. A gun cabinet filled with everything from handguns to automatic rifles. Chests filled with swords, axes, stakes, maces, flails, and other various weapons.

Personality:

Halo is a no nonsense kinda guy when it comes to business, which generally entails the maiming and killing of nasty creatures. He is, however, generally light hearted, and loves to joke around. Many find his sense of humor a bit off the wall, but his twin sister always seems to get him. He's a tough one, hates to lose a fight, and often throws himself into the battle headlong.
He can be careless and carefree, has a thing for drinking, smoking, and rock music.
He has a wicked sharp wit and quick intelligence, often intuiting the situation far better than what's seen clearly. But he's also got a hair trigger and quite the temper, as well as a big mouth that often gets him into trouble. He's not really good with authority figures.
Likes to call Vita, Solita at times, as it means loner. It's an inside joke between the twins.

Likes:

Fighting demons, vampires, etc.
Rock music, punk music....music in general
black....eyeliner, nailpolish, clothes....black in general
Vita, his sister
Pizza
Beer
Cigarette
Hot chicks
Brandon
Sometimes Riley
weapons

Dislikes:

Evil shit
country music
rap music
posers
fakes
wanna-bes
whiners
anyone trying to come between him and his sister

Strengths:

Battle skills
Weapons knowledge and training
His sister, Vita
His brain *he's a smart one*
His loud mouth.

Weaknesses:

Girls, girls, girls. Especially the wild ones.
His sister, Vita.
His temper
Beer
Though he may be strong, he's still human and suffers the same weaknesses as any human. Emotional, and physical.
His loud mouth.

Special Abilities:

Halo is damn good at what he does, and he's been doing it a long time. He has some military training from a brief stint in the army, until his loud mouth got him 86'd. He's fast, agile, and an ace fighter. Due to his training, and the fact his twin sister is a Slayer, he's stronger than your average guy, but nothing near Slayer status himself.

History:

Halo and Vita were born to a couple of hippie parents, Damien and Elisa Eventide. Elisa was overjoyed to be having twins, and spent hours with her husband pooring over names. They thought they were the luckiest couple alive to be having twins, one boy and one girl.
During Elisa's final trimester, they noticed some problems with the twins, and had to perform an emergency c-section. Because of the delivery method, Halo and Vita never could argue about who was older, ie. who came out first. Elisa wouldn't tell them anyhow.
Halo and Vita were inseperable, one or the other often throwing a tantrum when they were separated for any length of time during their childhood. They constantly played together, and even shared a room until puberty and the need for privacy hit. Many of their childhood games consisted of hunting monsters or other evil things. Vita never was the princess in need of rescue. Instead, she fought side by side with Halo against their imaginary foes.
Later, they'd both find out that those foes weren't always imaginary. When the twins turned 18, Vita changed somehow. Even Halo felt it, as he enlisted in the army. He met Riley in Basic Training, and the two became fast friends, keeping in touch long after Halo was booted for insubordination. Vita wrote constantly, and Halo answered every letter the same day he got it. She'd become a Slayer, one of the Chosen to battle evil forces. Halo was thrilled for her, but wondered where it left him. He didn't have any super powers, but he still wanted to be with his sister, fighting the good fight.
Taking what he learned in the military, Halo struck out on his own, eventually coming across Brandon Croft. Once more, the two hit it off. Brandon also had a sister, though not a twin. His sister, Angelina was a Watcher, the ones who looked after Slayers. Finding they had even more in common than they'd first thought, the two sparred together often.
Eventually, life called Halo back home, as Riley moved on with the Initiative and Brandon took up being a Watcher like his sister. Halo returned home as his mother was stuck ill. She'd had a stroke at 46, and was close to death. Damien wasn't taking it so well, and seemed to waste away with her. Of all the pretend battles from their childhood, watching their parent's die was the hardest for both Halo and Vita. There was nothing they could do but be there as their mother faded away, and their father wasted away along side her. It was as if they couldn't live without each other.
3 weeks after Halo returned home, Elisa died, Damien following of natural causes 2 days later. Halo is convinced their father died of a broken heart, and made a pact with his sister that they'd die together, just as they came into this world together.
Halo and Vita trained together, and soon his skills matched her own, though it took him some time to work up to that level. Now the two have relocated to Sunnydale, California, where supernatural activity seems to be a constant thing.

Sample RP:

Halo

"Solita!!!!!' I yelled her pet name from the living room. She was dinking around in the kitchen, probably making a sandwich while I played video games. Hey, when they name a video game after you, you're obligated to play it, right? "I'm getting my ass kicked in here." She was supposed to be my back up. She dug Halo too. At least she'd quit giving me shit about having the same name as a fucking video game. I thought it was kinda cool. "Aw, fuck!" I threw the controller after getting shot from behind. "Nevermind. We're both dead."

Pulling my feet off the coffee table, I got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. Maybe I could talk Vita into making me a sandwich too. "Hey, do we have any turk....uh....Vita?" She wasn't in teh kitchen and there was a half made sandwich on the counter. But the knife was missing. "Ok...." Pressing myself up against the wall and inching along until I could see the back door. It was open and I could barely hear what sounded like a scuffle outside. "Damn it! VITA!" I yanked open one of the drawers behind me, thinking it was one we stashed a few weapons in, but ended up getting hand towels. I pulled one free without looking, then swore. "Oh fuck, right. Like this is gonna work." Dropping the towel, I yanked open the drawer above it and pulled out a small, compact axe. "Alright!" I grinned, running for the door.

Vita was facing off with some big, ugly, and kinda flabby demon, that only had one horn. It looked like someone had ripped off his other one long ago. "Hey, it's a lopsided demon! Cool." Vita ducked a swing, and struck low with the kitchen knife, opening a gash along the demon's....uh, I'll say thigh. I angled around to attack from the other direction, but got whacked across the cheek as the demon spun. "Hey! Not the face!" I swung the axe, chopping the hand that struck me clean off the wrist. Vita spun, kicking it hard in the gut, sending it my direction. I held the axe behind me at an angle and as the demon fell toward me, brought it down and around, severing it's head. The body landed with a fleshy thump, and the head wobbled a bit on the grass. Green ooze spilled from the stump of his neck and wrist, some of it splashed onto my black shirt and red tie. "Shit. This kinda crap never gets out." I loosened the tie and walked up to Vita. "Any idea what kind of demon that was, and why he attacked?" I usually killed them, not bothering so much with what species and shit they were unless a beheading didn't work. Good note for the other demon hunters out there, chopping the heads of things generally does the trick.

[• Ginger Fitzgerald]

Approved!