Chris Parker

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I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!

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AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]

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Let’s just say I don’t respond well to authority.

NAME Christopher James Parker (aka; Chris)
AGE Seventeen
DOB March 30th, 1994
SPECIES Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE Good
OCCUPATION Hunter/Student


HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Dark Brown
EYES Hazel-green
PERSONAL STYLE If there's one thing that Chris wears all the time, it's his leather jacket. It was a birthday gift from his Uncle John when he turned fourteen. He doesn't have many clothes and the clothes he does have aren't exactly in good shape. He has a dark grey sweatshirt that he's usually seen wearing underneath his jacket. His two pairs of jeans are both black and the only shoes he has is a pair of beat up black converse. The only jewelry he wears is the pentagram pendant on his mother's old silver chain since it's the only thing he has that belonged to her.

PLAY BY Josh Hutcherson

WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
- Hunting
- Heavy Metal
- Older Women
- Beer
- Pizza
- His car
DISLIKES
- Anything Supernatural
- His Father
- Being Surrounded by People
- Commitment
- School
- Reading/Books
STRENGTHS
- Hand to Hand Combat
- Demonology
- Stealing/ Grand Theft Auto
WEAKNESSES
- Short-Temperedness
- Latin
- Short Attention Span
- Has Trouble Letting Others Take Control
- Working with Other People
SPECIAL SKILLS
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
- Obstinate
- Unruly
- Recluse
- Cynical
- Audacious
- Strong-Minded
- Conceited
- Honorable
- Witty
- Short

WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Denver, Colorado
PARENTS
- Kathleen Douglass; mother, deceased
- David Parker; father, alive
SIBLINGS None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None
OFFSPRING None
HISTORY Christopher James Parker was born on March 30th, 1994, in Denver, Colorado. He was the only child to grace the Parker ‘family’. His mother’s name was Kathleen Douglass, half-sister to the notorious hunter John Winchester. Kathleen was a flourishing medical student practicing to become a doctor. She worked as an RN at the local clinic, where she met Chris’ father David. David Parker was already thirty six years old at the time, four years her senior. He was a bartender by day and a hunter by night, something that Kathleen didn’t become aware of until they were married two short years later. Chris arrived merely a year later, conceived accidentally on their anniversary.

Unfortunately, Kathleen died whilst she was giving birth to him, due to a massive heart attack. After the death of his wife, David turned to alcohol for comfort and in turn, he grew to hate his son. He trained him to become a hunter, drilling it into the boy’s head that showing emotion doesn’t get you anywhere, and the only person you can ever depend on is yourself. David would set up vigorous training routines, making sure that Chris was up and ready by four o’clock every single morning. If Chris messed up or did anything wrong, David would either beat him for it or put him into ‘Isolation’, which meant the closet in the hallway, Because of how badly his father treated him, Chris tried harder and harder to prove to himself that he could become the best hunter that he was capable of becoming. Between the late night jogs and strength training, to free time spent at the library for research, Chris devoted all of his to building himself up mentally, physically, and emotionally. Although nothing could prepare him for his first hunt.

When he was just twelve years old, David took him into the middle of the woods late at night, and left him there with nothing but a can of gasoline and a lighter. It was there that Chris encountered his first supernatural creature; a Wendigo. He’d barely made it out alive. Actually, if it wasn’t for his uncle, Chris was sure that he’d be dead. It was John Winchester, his mother’s estranged elder brother, that saved him from the creature; not himself and certainly not David. John Winchester was the one who had protected him that night, and John Winchester was the one he owed his very life to. That night, John and David got into a big blowout fight that resulted into John leaving, David drinking, and Chris getting kicked out in order to ‘learn how to fend for himself’. So, Chris packed his things and started hitchhiking, intent on looking for his uncle. It wasn’t until he came across a man named Bobby Singer that he was informed of John’s death. Chris has been on the road ever since, fighting and killing anything he can get his hands on.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Gabby
RP EXPERIENCE 2-3 years give or take a few
OTHER CHARACTERS None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

CHRIS SHOOK HIS HEAD AS HE LOOKED INTO THE GRUDGY MOTEL MIRROR. IT COULD’VE BEEN THE DIRT THAT WAS SMEARED AGAINST THE SURFACE OF THE GLASS, OR THE FACT THAT HIS GREEN EYES WERE STILL GLAZED OVER WITH SLEEP, BUT GOD DID HE LOOK LIKE SHIT THIS MORNING. THE DARK BAGS OCCUPYING THE BOTTOM HALF OF HIS EYELIDS MADE IT OBVIOUS THAT HE HADN’T BEEN GETTING MORE THAN THREE HOURS OF SLEEP LATELY, AND WITH THE WAY HIS CHEEKBONES WERE PROMINENTLY STICKING OUT, YOU WOULD THINK THAT HE HADN’T EATEN RIGHT IN WEEKS EITHER. WITH A SMALL SIGH OF FRUSTRATION, CHRIS PRIED HIS GAZE AWAY FROM THE MIRROR AND FINISHED UP WITH THE TASK OF GETTING HIMSELF DRESSED. IT WAS ONLY WHEN HE WAS DONNING A PAIR OF JEANS AND A YELLOW T-SHIRT THAT HE RETURNED IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR TO BRUSH HIS TEETH, THANKFUL THAT AT LEAST HIS HAIR LOOKED THE SAME AS IT DID LAST NIGHT. ONCE HE WAS DONE FLOSSING, CHRIS SQUEEZED SOME STYLING GEL INTO HIS HANDS, RUNNING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HIS THICK DARK BROWN HAIR UNTIL HIS BANGS WERE SPIKED UP JUST HOW HE LIKED THEM. ‘PERFECT’ HE THOUGHT, WIPING DOWN THE SINK AND RETRIEVING HIS TOWEL FROM THE FLOOR BEFORE FINALLY MAKING HIS WAY OUT OF THE TINY BATHROOM.
HE TIPTOED QUIETLY PASSED THE MOTEL BED, BARELY ABLE TO MAKE OUT THE LONG TRESSES OF BLONDE HAIR SPRAWLED ACROSS HIS PILLOW IN THE DIM, EARLY MORNING LIGHT. BITING HIS BOTTOM LIP, CHRIS TRIED TO RECALL HER NAME AS HE SLOWLY INCHED HIS WAY ACROSS THE ROOM, MINDING THE PULL-OUT COUCH AND CHEAP COFFEE TABLE THAT HE COULD REMEMBER SEEING THE PREVIOUS NIGHT. MONICA? MELISSA? BLINDLY SEARCHING FOR HIS DUFFEL, HE HELD HIS BREATH, TRYING TO REMAIN AS QUIET AS POSSIBLE. ONCE THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS FOUND THE FAMILIAR TOUCH OF CANVAS, CHRIS HEAVED THE BLACK DUFFELBAG OVER HIS SHOULDER, SOUNDLESSLY GRABBED HIS KEYS FROM THE END TABLE, AND MADE HIS WAY OUT OF THE ROOM. HE LET OUT A SIGH OF RELIEF NEARLY AS SOON AS HE REACHED HIS FOREST GREEN 2004 JEEP WRANGLER.
IT WASN’T UNTIL CHRIS WAS PEELING OUT OF THE MOTEL’S PARKING LOT THAT HE IT ALL CAME BACK TO HIM. MONICA WILKINSON, EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE, AND FAR MORE EXPERIENCED THAN SHE LOOKS. HE ALSO RECALLED THE SMALL TIDBIT OF INFORMATION THAT HER BROTHER’S SOCIAL SECURITY CARD NUMBER WAS 325469238. CHRIS GRINNED WOLFISHLY AS HE SPARED A GLANCE AT THE WHITE SCRAP OF PAPER FOLDED NEATLY ON HIS PASSENGER SEAT. IT WAS AMAZING WHAT YOU COULD FIND IN A GIRL’S WALLET THESE DAYS…

IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?

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