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Character: Acheron "Ash" Parthenopaeus/Apostolos
Series: The Dark Hunters series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Character Age: Approx. eleven thousand years old, looks 21
Canon: Once upon a time, the Greek God Apollo decided to create his own race, called Apollites, intending for them to be superior to humanity. But when a handful of the Apollites killed his mistress and his son, Apollo cursed them--they can't come out in the sun, they need to drink blood in order to survive, and they will all die on their 27th birthdays. Taking pity on them, another goddess told them that they can survive beyond that birthday: kill humans and take their souls. hey are now known as either Daimons or vampires, and are hunted down by the immortal Dark Hunters, warriors who have sold their souls to Artemis for an act of vengeance against those who caused them to die, and are thereafter bound to protect mankind.
Acheron, better known as Ash, is the mentor and unofficial leader of the Dark Hunters. He is known for his eccentricity and idiosyncrasies, his sarcastic tongue and an intimidating aura. Underneath the many layers of attitude, Ash is a decent and sensitive guy, but he tries not to let that become well-known. He has a lot of secrets, starting with the small but crucial fact that he is not actually a Dark Hunter himself. He's one of the last of the gods of Atlantis, and is said to be the Final Fate, with the powers of ultimate destruction and cursed to end the universe. Fortunately for the universe, Ash has no interest in making innocent people suffer, and isn't terribly keen on ending it.
Besides, if the universe ends right now, he can't play the next Resident Evil game.
Sample Post:
Has anyone ever told you guys that you have a serious undead problem? I haven't seen this many walking, talking former corpses since... yesterday, actually, but at least they were better conversationalists than your guys here. Debatably, in some cases, but "screw you, Ash" still beats the moaning and groaning I'm getting every time I try to make a witty quip. Seriously, they weren't that bad. Like this one: "You guys need to learn to clean up after yourselves when you go out to eat--or didn't anyone ever tell you that a mind is a terrible thing to waste?" I thought it was pretty funny. You know, some people just don't have any sense of humour. ...Look, the point is, it looks like you could use some serious pest control around here. That's where I come in. Zombies aren't my usual gig, but I'm pretty sure I can make an exception for the Braaaaain-less Brigade over here.
First things first. These shotguns you have here? Sorry, but we're not talking about "Night of the Living Dead" here. Unless your boys are different from just about every single non-human creature feature I've ever met, they aren't going to do a damned thing except piss them off. Well, that and give you a head start in running the hell away. That may be the best choice for some of you, especially if your only powers involve sparkling in the sunlight or something else that's equally useless. Personally, I prefer a more hands-on approach to fighting, anyhow. This should work particularly well when their hands happen to be off to the side and about five feet away, like that guy over there. What can I say, I'm a big fan of irony (of the non-Alanis Morisette variety only, if you please). Fending off most things is all about going with what you've got, and it's twice as handy for you if they're handless.
Normally, I'd say that beheading will take care of just about anything, but somehow, I'm not entirely convinced that crossing the line between figuratively and literally losing their heads would mean all that much to a determined zombie. You're probably going to want to go with the "total dismemberment" route. Yeah, I know that it means a little more work, but I think it's worth it when their pieces mean peace for everyone else. Now, I've never actually tried chainsaws myself, but if you want to go the "Army of Darkness" route for your dismembering needs, who's to say it won't work out?
Well, we could sit around talking about survival strategies all day, but in the end, that's not really gonna help much of anything. So instead, why don't we just get straight to work? With any luck, this will all be dealt with in enough time for me to get some serious downtime with my XBox 360. Hey, you didn't think that your boys were the only hordes of the undead I'm after tonight, now did you?
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