Erin Vadas (Hunter)

= Specifications = First Name: Erin.

Surname: Vadas.

Gender: Female.

Species: Faunus (Fauna) (Feline).

Name meaning: Translated from Irish, Erin means ‘Green Water’ whereas if Vadas is translated from Hungarian means ‘Wild Animal’.

Personality: At first, Erin lacks the component of trust with anyone and has to learn to warm to them. She can be joyous and happy around the right people and she can in-fact Love. Erin will be quiet around some people, showing calm and quiet yet earned gestures. She gives off the air of someone that shouldn’t be bothered, which is usually for the better in her presence. Without something to hide her face, such as a mask she will appear shy and nervous around people. This shyness however, will fade if you’re right with her. If you can bond with her, basically. When attacked, she won’t so much as hesitate to attack right back at you unless you’re a friend of hers. Then she can be more forgiving.

Species: Fauna/Warlock.

Sexual orientation: Lesbian.

Semblance: Electricity-based abilities nick-named ‘Bladedancer’.

Music tastes: Anything really.

Getting to know her: If one is to become friends with Erin, they have to respect her. She bases relationships off mutual respect for either parties. Trust is a big part of this.

Skills: Shooting, hunting, spying, aviation skills, evasion tactics and vague magic use.

Specialised weapons: Sniper rifles, burst rifles, handcannons, handguns, light machine guns, hand-to-hand combat and blades such as knives but can also add abilities to metal blades for ranged attacks.

Reference picture: http://i.imgur.com/WFplOl5.jpg

= Backstory = Erin Vadas grew up on Algolis, living in the region of Iker with her family until the age of twelve to which she wanted to move out and become independent at such a young age. After sending the early days of her life with her family consisting of her mother, her father and two brothers on a small ranch. Her brothers and she always had a well relationship, living happily among one another and playing out the back of the ranch with the animals on a regular basis with her brothers, hanging with the sheep and petting them for their soft woolly coat.

Her brothers went by the names of Andrew Vadas and Josh Bishop, her father being called Geralt Vadas and her father’s wife carries the name of Harper Vadas. Andrew was two years older than her and Josh was only a year younger than her. The reason why Josh’s surname is Bishop rather than Vadas is because Harper had re-married after being widowed. Erin never learned who the Bishop was but Josh wanted to carry his surname as a form of honour, to honour his name of course. As a hobby, the family would go out to the local shooting range as a sense of stress relief, letting themselves kick back and shoot at some targets. This also came in useful for later life when thieves tried to steal their livestock, them having to scare them away with close gunfire and land bullets close to the thieves on a regular basis.

In her spare time when she was twelve and left the house to go on adventures of her own, the house seemed to fall apart without her. Almost as if a lucky charm had left and there was little left behind. Her older brother now fourteen had also left the house and her younger brother had departed from the living realm after a car accident involving both her parents. Her parents had survived but she has not even been told this news, no alerts on her phone and no letter to where she was living. She was living in the same region of Iker until the age of fourteen where she left her job and life behind, wanting to live off the land as a Hunter. Someone that would complete bounties for someone with a problem that needed resolving for both money, and respect. She’d hunt simple things, pesky rats at bars and restaurants to wolves around the local villages that would cause issues from time to time.

Her weapon she favoured for all jobs really, was a weapon gifted to her, but for the life of her she can’t remember. She was young, a bright white light appearing from within one of her dreams, a great light and the next morning, a black Mateba revolver with a wooden grip with the magwell holding a cylinder at a maximum capacity of twelve little 7mm caliber rounds. Sure the rounds weren’t the largest in the world, but at the right place and the right angle it could be a lethal adversary in a fight. She no longer owns this weapon, having had to leave it behind from when her house had been lit ablaze by a group known as the White Fang. I suppose she couldn’t have expected anything else from setting up shop in a town attacked by them in the past. Now she lives alone and on the road, having not talked to any of her family in over five years.