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OOC Info:
Name/Alias: Sanguine Gender: Male Contact Information: Pm preffered. Other Characters: Morikin Viktor
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When he goes vampire-slaying, the headmaster always wears his best dress and make-up. He likes to feel pretty while hunting for monsters in the sewers.
IC Description:
Name: Hermon Ziegford Alias/Nickname: Hermy. Age: 16 Gender: M ale Race and Level: Hunter
Status: Single/student/in-training.
Appearance:
White-blond hair flows carelessly over Hermon's face every morning when he wakes up. Deciding it is time to leave his usually uncomfortable choice of bed, Hermon catches his stunning blue eyes in the mirror. This won't drop his constant frown that he will continue to wear even through the bright happy days. Using his slick fingers, Hermon would reach for the handle of his dresser and pull it open. Inside rest several different dark-colored band shirts that Hermon had collected and many bold-black shirts with memes on them. Shoving a pair of thin strong arms into the pile of shirts, he whiped out a black shirt with "Forever Alone" in bold under the collar and a big picture of bulbasaur beneath with the exaggerated face drawn and tailored to the meme. With the rub of his refined chin, Hermon figured he would wear that shirt today as he did not plan to even leave the house.
After dashing through the rest of his wordrobe, jeans, boxers, socks, black sneakers, Hermon decided to take another shower as the one he fell asleep in last night did not make him feel clean. Tossing the headphones and ipod onto the bed, Hermon felt the cool breeze of his room as he flung his shirt from last night into a basket of to-be-washed clothing along with his boxers and shorts. He wrapped a towel around his waist and scooted his awkwardly thin-ish long-ish feet into the bathroom. Before he turned the shower water on, He unstrapped his wrist-watch and threw it through the door to his bed next to his ipod. As the shower water flicked into full-strength and began to steam the room, Hermon grasped his family-pendent. It hung lightly around his neck by a thin bronze chain.
Personality:
Hermon is not your classic goody-two-shoes. But in the end, he still tries to do the right thing. It is practically the only way he can still feel close to his mother, the woman he had been dying to forget. When he walks across the street and finds a wallet, of course his initial intentions are to check how much money is in it. Being the apprentice of a hunter who doesn't really hunt as often was never exactly a lucrative business to begin with. Unless Hermon found around a thousand dollars or so, and absolutely no I.D., he would seek out the man or woman who had lost their money and return it to them. Upon walking away from a good deed, he sometimes feels a dedicated warmth, like a hug. He never truly associates this feeling of correctness with the hugs his mother used to give him, even though he had once thought over the possibility of her being a ghost. If they existed, someone would be hunting them, right?... right?
Superstitions and paranormal activity, Hermon looks up at the sun-lit sky every morning he can be bothered to get out of bed early enough for him to have such free time for such an activity. The scent of fresh air peering through a car-window, or through a hotel door, had given him the small reminiscence of the tall man who he used to know. The memories of his time back before his father had disappeared. It was only short after he accepted the thought that he'd never see them again that he had assumed them to be dead. The out-doors was a place his father would take him, a new world compared to the dull classes he took with all the normal little boys and girls. This new world of fresh air and nature was now muddied by the sweat of his training and the terrifying nightmares of his long-lost parents.
Tears would swell up in Hermon's eyes, back then there was nothing he could do but cry. He couldn't run after them, he had no clue of where they could be. He could simply hope for them to return on their own accord, even Vermiz had presumed them to be dead. Hermon sees nothing wrong with letting the salty tears of hate and sorrow and lonesome grace his upset features. To let his liquid sadness pour from his eyes so dry and weary from searching, and run down the pale cheeks that yearned for the touch of their hands. The times he cried now, was taken out of the time he got away from Vermiz after training. He would feel awful to let Vermiz see his tears again. The giving up look Vermiz would share with Hermon like his sympathy had become a burden to heavy to bear. Vermiz's very real emotions and equally as sorrow-filled drone-like gaze had faded over time, and this was one of Hermon's personal goals. To try and forget those memories, to hide his tears under the shroud and simple tender alone-time.
Hermon is a pessimist when it comes to meeting new people. He has everyone pegged with either a label of stupidity or a label of being stuck-up. To him, he had already met and experienced so much with just a handful of people in his life at any given time. So why does he need more people to worry about? This dense outer-shell of ignorance on his end can be torn through by someone devoted to befriending the out-cast called Hermon. "The loner boy." He'll be shy, he'll be abrupt and rude, he'll even walk away. Anything to get out of the situation of having just another person to let-down or lose. Again, it isn't completely impossible for someone new in his life to become a friend of his. But he would still be just as likely to keep up his loner-like qualities in public. He has no true interest in making a group of friends. But a friend or two on the side would be an okay pace for Hermon. He will have to learn to open up to these new people, this new school.
Hermon has had the misfortune of dodging any confrontation between himself and vampires while he was young. He had felt that they were to be beasts to be slaughtered, throughout his childhood he was convinced that they were the beasts that had taken away his parents. It never actually came from Vermiz's lips, Hermon searched desperately for a reason to hate someone. A reason to blame, so he wouldn't have to blame himself. Now that he is older, and has faced the world with bold new eyes, he has seen vampires as an ambient presence that did not deserve the hatred he had been brewing since he had lost his parents. Even though his first meeting with a Vampire had not been the blood-bath he had dreamed about, Hermon was still rather satisfied with the experience. He'd still try his best to avoid these unpredictable beings, but he had begun to not judge them as a whole. It is still unlikely for him to ever befriend a vampire, even if he had made all this progress out of the aggressive and dark prejudice surrounding them.
Other Information: Hermon keeps a small kitten he found on his way to cross academy, in his dorm room. The kitten is very small for it's age and how much it eats. The fur it carries is a very dark black and it's eyes are still partially closed for some reason. Soon it will grow a little more past this stage of infancy, with it's eyes wide open and a playful energetic personality it will persue.
Hermon can play electric guitar, sort of. Nothing to spectacular.
IC Background:
Biography: Born in Germany, Hermon and his parents lived happily together in a large house in the middle of a fine city that is swarmed with warm helpful neighbors. His parents have been long-term friends with Vermiz Yakamoto since they all attended the same high-school and Hermon's father is his cousin. His parents did not want Vermiz to talk about the hunter organization in hopes that he would not have to do as they did, the dangerous job of Vampire hunting. Together they would march out of the house, hand-in-hand, on a mission to slay another beast when the organization called for it. Leaving poor young Hermon to crawl around on the floor with his tiny pale hands with Vermiz to watch over him for the week or weekend.
Around Hermon's sixth birthday, his parents did not return. They have left for another mission two weeks ago, his father sent Vermiz a text message saying it would take a little longer. With confidence in Hermon's father, Vermiz decided not to call back for another week. A month was coming by with a young Hermon's watering eyes finally cracking that dense shell that kept Vermiz from bonding with others so quickly. Feeling Hermon's pain, Vermiz attempted to call Hermon's father and mother with no success. Another month passed and Hermon hardly wished to get out of bed. Vermiz frantic to find Hermon's parents, continued to find no evidence of where they had gone to.
A few years have escaped the developing Hermon, still grieving over how much he missed his parents. Vermiz could not handle the upset Hermon's whining. Child or not, it was time Vermiz disciplined the young boy the only way he knew how, training. And while Hermon trained, they visited the organization to discover which case Hermon's parents were sent on. The trail of the vampire Hermon's parents were ordered to slay had gone cold in the same distant city that they were supposed to encounter it in. Vermiz could not take that information and calm the guilt he felt boiling in his gut. There was no way Hermon's parents would leave their child alone in a world they knew to be so cruel.
The search continued, the training continued. No signs in the city they traveled to. The vampire they were sent to hunt did appear to have been slain in his bed, but there was no way of telling if it was the same vampire Hermon's parents were supposed to kill. No way of telling if Hermon's parents did the slaying. With all trails going cold, and all hope leaving the two hunters, Vermiz decided to take Hermon far away from Germany to see the world. A beautiful blue globe they were to see, in hopes of perhaps even finding Hermon's parents or to forget they existed at all. Vermiz would marry a young woman he met in England, they wished to not have kids as Vermiz was having hard enough time raising Hermon. In England Vermiz trained and raised Hermon up to his sixteenth birthday.
While in England, Hermon made no attempt to meet new people. He was of course sent to be schooled at a normal public school, just like he had been back in Germany. It was the middle-school scene were Hermon would see adults and children alike in their everyday lives, completely clueless. It tore him up inside when he was told that they knew nothing of the hunter's sacrifices that allowed his school teachers and classmates to continue on their ignorant bliss. Vermiz would await outside on the deck of their small home every day for Hermon to come home from school for about two years of their new life in England.
Finding comfort in the small dark corners of each room, sitting in the furthest back seat, Hermon attempted to avoid his teachers as well as the loud and annoying children he was technically the same age of. When direct contact was required, he didn't squirm out of it. He would take a direct approach to the project or lab they were working on and attempt to complete as much of it himself without help in order to hasten the process and finish the supposed bonding time before he grew too uncomfortable or before they felt okay with confronting with him normally.
It was in his freshman year of public-high-school, that Hermon confronted a bully for the first time. The bully's name was Sammy Kartwright. A medium-height and tubby delinquent. The big bully had set his sights on another freshman kid who had transferred to the school because his house burned down and they had moved into the area. This kid was without friends the first few days he was there, and had attempted to reach out to Hermon. Hermon had given the boy the usual treatment. A shrug, a nod, and then walking away or leaving the conversation to his best ability.
The new kid understood that Hermon felt more comfortable without talking, as he even noticed that Hermon never raised his hand to answer the teacher. And even their mean history teacher caught onto this and decided to pick Hermon out of the group at least four times a class for several different questions. Hermon never skipped a beat with this teacher and studied hard to make sure he didn't look stupid before the class. The new kid said he was sorry about how the history teacher had picked on Hermon and asked if he could sit next to Hermon. Hermon said no and asked the boy to find a different seat. The boy had said he didn't mean to offend Hermon, and walked away slowly.
This left a small hole in Hermon's seemingly faze-less emotions. He didn't feel bad for the boy particularly, he had crushed several other attempts at friendship making before. It was because of how short he was, how timid he had been. The boy was brave enough to encounter Hermon the loner. It was the resolve this new kid had to make new friends even though he had lost his home that was the crushing blow against Hermon's wall of separation. And the very next day, the New kid literally bumped into Sammy by mistake in the halls. The new kid had a pile of new books in his arms and was rushing to secure them safely in his locker, Sammy was to big and to stupid to move out of the way. So he let the new kid run right into him.
Sammy capitalized on the new kids mistake with a shove against the lockers, a fist to the face, and a muddy boot right onto one of the new books his parents worked so hard at the minimum waged jobs to afford. It was not the first blow that Hermon had chosen to jump into and stop. Nor the second. Each hit Sammy had drawn back and unleashed on the new kid had shaken Hermon's heart like nothing else could. But then, before he drew near to interfere, he reminded himself that Vermiz expected Hermon to ignore bullies, and to never get into a physical altercation at school
It was when the tubby bully's fist and crushed the new kid's nose and blood was drawn that Hermon snapped. He didn't shout, he didn't think. He just ran into Sammy with his shoulder ramming right into the bully's rib-cage. The force sent the bully to the ground. Sammy was on his way to his feet when a kick to the side sent the large boy to the ground again. "Run away." Hermon muttered. The bully grumbled some sort of insult and continued trying to get back up. Hermon repeated the process and warned the bully again. The final kick the bully's chest and another command for Sammy to run away, and the bully finally leaped to his feat and fled in the opposite direction with tears and bruises.
Vermiz was not mad at Hermon, but disappointed. He reminded Hermon that he had warned against that kind of behavior and that he was going to need to take him elsewhere. The new kid didn't exactly leave Hermon alone about the whole savior act, like Hermon was hoping he would. But when the new kid said that he was grateful that there are people like Hermon who are brave enough to do what is right, even though in order to do so, they had to risk their own safety. Hermon and took the small boy by the shoulders and smiled, saying something cool about how he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, Vermiz had taken Hermon back onto the road, saying something about some school being run by some hunter guy(Headmaster Cross).
The exact details of where they were going was not explained to Hermon initially, Cross Academy was going to be a surprise to Hermon. Vermiz told his darling wife that he would return before the end of summer, and that Hermon would most likely be staying in the Academy if they would accept him at all. And with their bags all packed, the car full of gas, and their focus clear, Hermon and Vermiz were back onto the road, just like they were before.
-Hermon's confrontation with a vampire-
You see, Hermon's seen vampires before. But he was either far too young to identify them, or they were just well hidden. This is his first time directly confronting a vampire. Though, he has identified a few people as vampires before, Vermiz instructed against talking to them. It was always Vermiz's goal to keep Hermon from public displays of brutality because it calls far too much attention. And while their in England, they don't really have any means of warding off any attention that public brutality would cause. Vermiz has seen enough young vampire hunters who were raised like animals to kill animals. He wanted Hermon to be more mindful about confronting a Vampire, so only brought up the topic during their training to restate the obvious. "You're only allowed to kill a vampire who has broken the rules. This includes physically attacking a human, revealing it's identity as a vampire to many humans, or starting conflict with you. Vampires who have been created by a Pureblood will eventually fall to a level E without being stabilized by their sire. These are the Vampires you will face the most, understand?" Vermiz would then continue to guide Hermon through a series of exercise.
The vampire Hermon is to meet was once a very important Level B in his family. England housed the Fairbont vampire family for the longest of times. Logan Fairbont, the aristocrat vampire of who Hermon is going to meet, has ran away from his family and the woman he was destined to interlope with because he has always had a dream of exploring the world, and falling in love with a woman other than Alicia Thompson, his fiance. Now that he is on the run, he has been tracked by numerous men hired by Alicia to find her beloved fiance and bring him back. Logan Fairbont dies several months after their meeting, he killed himself before a group of hired thugs could bring him back to England.
It was a week into their trip, and Hermon was left alone in a fairly decent hotel somewhere off a high-way that lead further onto their pre-planed trip. Vermiz was running low on money and had heard word of a fairly odd-job helping a construction crew. It was an under-the-table sort of job and he didn't describe to Hermon just what he'd be doing for the crew. But Hermon shrugged and told him he wouldn't ask, because food was more important than knowing about something so tedious. Vermiz thanked Hermon for his calm way of approaching his secrecy, leaving the hotel room swiftly and leaving Hermon to his own devices for entertainment.
It was almost a few hours into his boring afternoon alone in the hotel room when Hermon had decided to venture out into the hotel building and see the other people. Getting off of the couch and finding another way to stimulate his senses other than listening to music and eating chocolate. It was when he had reached the elevator when the door at the end of the hall had opened and a medium-height man with dark hair and brooding facial features had stepped out. Hermon's initial thought was to ignore the man he saw, for he had no interest in bothering a human's normal day. But it was when the scent of blood on the man's breath had become apparent, that Hermon took another glance.
'Vermiz said that I probably wouldn't see any Vampires on our trip... Should I trust my instinct?' Hermon thought to himself, stepping aside to let the suspect in before the Elevator had closed and they were alone in suffocating silence. He wanted to talk, for a first time, he wanted to ask about someone else. It was a shame that his outward interest was inspired by a sense of fear. He had wondered if he left the man alone, would he turn out to actually be a vampire, and if this suspect of his would happen to hurt someone if Hermon did not stop him here.
Without missing a beat, Hermon had pulled out a pocket knife and shoved the man against the elevator wall. The way the man had calmly allow Hermon to push against the wall was a surprise. Any normal person would resist, even a vampire, as far as Hermon knew. "I already said I was sorry. Tell her I couldn't do it anymore. How much is she paying you anyway?" The tired expression on the man's face, and the glow in his eyes had led Hermon to complete an analysis of his suspect. This man was indeed a Vampire, but of what quality he had no clue. But the way he seemed so exhausted, so calm, and yet guilty... The Vampire showed a sort of remorse that Hermon did not expect.
"You can't confuse me, vampire. Just what kind of game are you playing?" Hermon had held the knife threateningly near the Vampire's face. He did not notice that his face did in fact display his confusion. The man's frown had rose to a mildly set grin. The remorse had been replaced by a doubt.
"You were not hired to track me down? To beat me senseless, or try to, and return me to that horrid woman?" The vampire asked with a rather delicate English accent. Hermon was beginning to feel a sickening or repulsive depth grow in his stomach. Not only was this vampire's seemingly touching sense of fleeing towards freedom starting to reach Hermon, but his accent had reminded Hermon of Vermiz's wife. Hermon had let go of the depressing vampire and stepped away. His knife returned to his pocket, and he almost tripped over his own feet. It was hard to concentrate on his foot steps and composure when his long-held conception of the monster in the night had turned out to be nothing more than a childish fantasy. The man had attempted to talk further with Hermon about the situation before the Elevator had reached it's destination, but Hermon replied with short answers. The man left the Elevator, but Hermon pushed the button to head back up to his room and wait for Vermiz. They were going to have a conversation that would go on and off for the rest of the trip.
Hermon's weapon had been in the hotel room, he didn't grab it because it was supposed to be a casual trip around the hotel. He didn't expect to find himself in a hostile situation like he had. But reflecting back on it, it was his fault. Though the blood on the vampire's breath did in-fact point towards some sort of hostility towards a human, Hermon did not actually have any evidence that this was the case. Vermiz did tell Hermon he did the right thing, and that while Vampires are not always going to be ravenous blood sucking fends on the outside, that a good majority of them have what it takes to become such.
Hermon is not looking forward to meeting anymore Vampires, but he will have to groan silently and just deal with it one day at a time. Should there be an immediate reason for him to unsheathe his Hunter Weapon, he'll be indecisive. At first anyway. He'll be thinking long and hard about what Vermiz has instructed to him over their trip about Vampires. As it stands now, Hermon will kill to save a life and will not take a life for anything less. Family and Other Important People: Vermiz Yakamoto: A Japanese/German man with soft brown hair and bold round shoulders. Standing tall at 6'9'', Vermiz towers over many other men. His smooth words and creative intelligence makes him not only a very fun and exciting hunter, but a strong father figure for Hermon. Close to Hermon's father through middle school and onward as they were blood-related cousins. Meeting Hermon's mom in high-school and encouraging her to pursue a relationship with Hermon's father. Perhaps even being the very reason Hermon is still alive today.
You can say his greatest downfall is his most absurd hobby. Women. Vermiz is considered to be a bit of a pervert when compared to other hardened/seasoned hunters of his age. But when you've been through the training that Vermiz had with his own mentor, and then had to drop the "Cool guy act" in front of your cousin's child to raise him like your own son, sometimes being easy-going is the only therapy you need.
For a time now, hunting has been put on hold for Vermiz. He does plan to return to the dangerous world of the organization. But, Hermon comes first now. If he fails Hermon as a mentor and father-figure, he will see himself as a failure before the eyes of his long-lost cousin of whom he is convinced is dead.
Mr. Ziegford
As a young man in his days, Hermon's father was not very much of a responsible young man. He was even arrested several times for reckless driving and public intoxication. It was his beloved girlfriend, and soon to be Mrs. Ziegford, that had helped him gather all the pieces of the sturdy young man he had once been back in high school. That was before his own father died in combat and his world was shattered. Mr. Ziegford was always the tall, dark and handsome boy in his class. Standing at the same height of his cousin, Vermiz, they were both quite the chick magnets. Even when Mr. Ziegford started to drink, he failed to push away his girlfriend, the person he was worried that his reckless behavior had disappointed the most.
Hectic young-adulthood aside, Vermiz, Mr. Ziegford, and Mrs. Ziegford had settled into Hermon's birth-town just a few years after they were all on the same page about vampire hunting. Beginning to be contacted by the Organization, the man and woman who would later give birth to Hermon and disappear, had actually discovered something rather peculiar. It wasn't any crazed Level E's that they were starting to hunt down and kill, but the Vampire's lives they were taking had been ones of solitude. The vampires they were instructed to kill by what they thought was the organization had been hiding from something, someone. They were far from the ravenous beasts of Level - E. Yet, they were not quite as strong or self-dignified like Level-B's. The fleeing Vampires they were chasing down were common-leveled Vampires who had stumbled across a terrifying secret of cover-ups and lies.
But cover-ups orchestrated by whom? Just who were the victims of these lies? Hermon may never know. After his parents were used to tie up the "loose-ends", they themselves had become "loose-ends". Whatever the vampires had discovered and ran from, had professionally slain Hermon's parents and got rid of the evidence. Leaving Mr. and Mrs. Ziegford as nothing more than ghosts from the past. Items of Note(re-done completely): "Fang-Seeker" - A short-sword crafted by the metal alloys that are dangerous for vampires. This Vampire hunting weapon appears to be nothing more than a simple short sword sheathed in a rather decorative blue sheath that is tied to the wielder's waist. It is it's non-unique visual qualities that may lead a simple-minded level-E into a false-sense of immunity against it's damage. This blade will inflict the same damage as any other Hunter-weapons that are in blade form.
Character Goals: Meet Headmaster Cross, "Cute girls", mature at a healthier rate(Too serious and boring too often), and probably dodge any form of direct communication with the Night Class. Following Vermiz's strict instruction, to follow the Headmaster's Strict instruction, to leave them be. Confused by such a command, Hermon had found it hard to understand just why Vampires and humans needed to co-exist at all. But, reluctantly, Hermon promised to stay away from them and to most of all, be prepared not to use the "Fang-Seeker".
Powers, Abilities and Notable Skills: Hunter-born strength, endurance, healing, senses ETC. Pretty much all he has. RP Sample:
Walking alone through the rain on his way back from the Varity store, Hermon Ziegford's eyes twitched of irritation. He had to carry pizza, chips, and drinks back to the apartment that Vermiz has rented a room in for them to stay. It was sort of lame that Hermon could not travel alone on his way to meet with the Headmaster and visit Cross Academy. The school he could likely be attending to within a week or so. Anxiety melted into and flowed out of Hermon's body quicker than it had appeared. He was a little nervous about talking to the supposedly "Hot looking chicks", as Vermiz inappropriately commented earlier that morning. Meeting other guys would be fun as well, but Hermon hardly got along with Vermiz's wife, how was he expected to meet new girls and communicate with them normally?
His now soaked abs and shoulders soar from all the exorcise Vermiz demanded, could assist him in fighting vampires but would they help him get past that awkward barrier that women tend to build? Not very likely. Would he be able to show off his electric guitar skills and impress the ladies? Less likely. Perhaps his awesome top-secret career of Vampire hunting would attract the "Hot looking chicks" Vermiz appeared to be looking forward to seeing? Not even a chance. Hermon knew Vermiz had better intentions for dragging Hermon several countries over to attend this random school. This could not possibly be just to get Hermon "Laid" as Vermiz so casually put it, also earlier this morning. This school had nocturnal students, and from what Hermon knew about the Headmaster, this had to be a school that enrolled both humans and vampires.
For what reason would such an odd experiment take place? Maybe if some Vampires could get along and not follow their natural-born instincts to kill and drink anything that moves and breathes, they could be treated less like animals themselves from the organization. But as of late, a Vampire just needs the right kind of motivation. A little dry throat, an attractive looking person of the opposite sex or species, even so much as boredom would reduce what appeared to be confident kind 'Humans' into ravenous beasts right before Hermon's eyes. Trusting these... Things, was at the bottom of Hermon's list should that be Vermiz's true goal for making Hermon talk to the Headmaster and look into attending Cross Academy.
With all the inward thinking, Hermon almost walked right by the door to the apartment. The pizza and chips well protected from their packages, and the drinks well-sealed all made their way through the pouring rain that continued to grow onto Hermon's nerves. Reaching into his pocket as he balanced the food in one hand and sat the bag of drinks on the ground, he forgot that he did not take a pair of keys to the apartment with him. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Hermon also found that the vehicle that Vermiz rented to drive to Cross Academy was still in the parking lot. Hermon's blond eye-brows cringe in the middle with anger. "VERMIZ! You have ten seconds to open this door before I kick it down!"
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