Whiskey Morgan Kings

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[WHISKEY] [morgan] [KINGS]


She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain, She's my little whiskey Girl, My Ragged-on-the-edges girl ,Ah, but I like 'em rough

Full name: Whiskey Morgan Kings
Alias: Morgan Reid
Race: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Affiliation: Grey Area
Play by: Mila Kunis
Fandom: Supernatural



Personality: Extreme is the best way to describe Whiskey, she doesn’t do things half assed. Sex, hunting, drinking, everything to an extreme that most people wouldn’t go to, seeming totally happy with who she is and what she does. An unapologetic flirt when it comes to men and women, she generally prefers men but isn’t above hitting on a girl or two (or three, or four….). She’s also a smart ass, just spend five minuets with her and you’ll see she tosses around insults like most people toss around casual conversation. Best way to impress her is to be able to throw back as good as she dishes out, don’t take her shit. She will also move from random topic to random topic, her mouth in constant motion, just try to keep up with her, I dare you.

Behind closed doors and with those she trusts you’ll see a different side to her, not all bravado and balls but the caring sweet and kind girl that’s under all the bluster. She can be gentle and loving, someone who understands pain and loss. She’s also scared and lonely, sometimes just seeking out a warm body to hold her at night, but the next morning leaving before attachment happens.


Appearance: Sorry but the girl is simply stunning, which isn’t always a good thing in her line of work, it makes her memorable. Big hazel eyes, dark long hair, beautiful full lips, a perfectly curved body, nice…ahem…endowments, it’s like she was made to be a supermodel but that is so far from her calling in life. Of course over the years she’s gotten quite a few scars on that body but you know what they say, chicks dig scars, and this one doesn’t seem to mind them, in fact she brags about each to other hunters.

You get a sense about her that she knows how good looking she is. When hunting she rarely uses it (you know that odd case where sex appeal comes in handy does surface) but for the most part she pulls her hair back and tosses on her bad ass aviators before going to work. She knows that it may be the last thing she wants for someone to actually recognize her outside of hunting, which they will and have.

Whiskey has two distinct styles, the first is her hunting gear. For that she wears leather pants, a leather lace up vest covered by a Kevlar lined leather coat (on the left upper chest of the coat there is a sticker that says "Hello my name is" and she's written in "Fuck you"), and combat boots. She keeps her hair back in a pony tail and at her back are twin ninjitō that she wields with deadly accuracy. She wears a leather belt with hooks on it from which hangs various items Smith and Wesson model 686 revolver and clips, and a clip of salt rounds. In her boot she carries a dagger for a back up weapon along with her lucky butterfly knife in her back pocket.
Scars: see appearance
Tattoos or piercings: none
Distinguishing features: big doe eyes

Strengths:
COMBAT SKILLS, she was raised in a hunters family and trained since she was six to be one along with having just natural skill at it
NATURAL APITUDE WITH SWORDS, her father had a natural affinity with swords and it got passed down to her, she has just an instinct of how to move with them
SENSE OF HUMOR, she uses wit and snark in a fight to distract her opponents, AKA the Spiderman way of fighting.
PAIN RESISTANCE, a natural ability to put up with pain that some others might find too much, she can keep going with a bullet in her at times.
INTELLIGENCE, though she doesn’t show it, thinking that intelligence may intimidate some people, she has a sharp mind when it comes to working through problems and remembering experiences in previous hunts and in research to help her. She also uses it to come up with better insults (yea, she’s like 5 sometimes).
Weaknesses:
RECKLESSNESS, she acts before thinking at times
HER BROTHER, if he’s in trouble she’ll do anything to get him out of it
MENTALLY UNSTABLE, after the death of her parents she’s taken a downward spiral, some days are good for her but then there are some where she crawls into a bottle and doesn’t come up.
NO ROOTS, after the loss of her family she cut all ties with the life she had before, now if she gets into trouble she has no one she can turn to.
REGRETS, every time she fails to save someone, every time something gets away from her, she kicks herself for not being good enough.
Likes: Sex, Violence, Booze, Music, Fast Cars, The Road, Pancakes, Adrenalin Rushes, Bars, Clothing
Dislikes: Being Controlled, Lectures, Vampires, Self-Doubt, Guilt, Going Hungry, Being Alone, Feeling Used, Being Afraid, Loosing
Notable Artillery: Father’s dual ninjitō and Kevlar jacket.
Family: Wade Kings, Father, deceased/ Abigail Kings, Mother, deceased/ Jonathan Kings, Brother, 18



History: Then:
First born of Wade and Abigail Kings, Whiskey was an opps baby. Her parents and their wacky sense of humor named her after the two types of alcohol that were responsible for her conception, Whiskey and Captain Morgan’s, hence Whiskey Morgan. She had a fairly normal childhood, if by fairly normal you meant she was trained from a young age to follow in her parents footsteps as a hunter along with school. Thing is she took to hunting like a fish takes to water, it came natural to her, and she loved how proud it made her father when she excelled at it, so always the daddy’s girl she trained harder and harder. She was a good fighter at 10, lethal at 12, and one of the strongest hunters the Kings had ever seen by 15. Her parents ran a training camp for hunters out of a warehouse in Chicago so she got plenty of opportunity to not only train in a variety of different fighting forms but she also had other young hunters to go out on missions with. She also had the addition of a little brother when she was 3 who also took to hunting who she would help train.
Then came the day that her world changed, when she was 16 her father called her on her cell phone and told her to get home, get her brother and run with him. Being the good little solider she was she didn’t stop to ask what was going on or why, going home and gathering up her brother, tossing him into her dad’s car with some clothing and weapons, she hit the road with him. Since then it’s only been the two of them alone in the big world searching for their parents. No one out there seems to know what happened to Abigail and Wade Kings and all the leads she’s come up with have led nowhere. So brother and sister keep moving from town to town, getting by on cons and credit card fraud to make it through in the world. Whiskey has been keeping her parent’s legacy alive by hunting evil and saving lives but what she really hopes is that with every hunt she’ll find a clue to where her family has gone to.
Now:
Two years have passed and so much has changed for the young hunter. Word from a trusted contact came saying her parents bodied had been found and given a hunter’s funeral. She pushed her brother out of hunting and towards college and now has hit the road alone trying to piece together some sort of living out of the life she’s got left.

Role Play Sample: (any from anywhere)
------New Orleans, LA-----

Vampires in New Orleans, if it wasn’t something she was walking into alone she might have found humor in the situation. Okay she still found humor in the situation but that was because Whiskey Kings not only had a morbid sense of humor but she also harbored a death wish. It wasn’t something she shared with anyone and really only her little brother had even an inkling of a clue it was there, which is why for dangerous hunts such as these she left him safely tucked away in the next town over with the instructions that if she didn’t come back in a week to take the money she left him, get a bus back to Chicago, and find the few friends they still had there. The most important thing was under no circumstances was he to follow her or come looking for her, he was to assume she was not coming back and he had to carry on the job of finding their parents. It was selfish and stupid of her to leave him alone in the world but she was so tired of the constant strain of taking care of them, she hadn’t looked up from her own life long enough lately to see the world around her or even take a breath in so long that she couldn’t even tell you why she kept going anymore. So when she heard about vampires who owned a strip club in one of the party cities she decided that not only did that sound like a hunt that she’d love to sink her teeth into (pun totally intended) but that she probably could earn a good chunk of money working for them till she got up enough spunk to take the lot of them down.

It wasn’t hard for her to get a job at Big Daddy’s (really, could they not come up with a more imaginative name, I mean weren’t they blood sucking fiends from beyond the grave? Girls, Girls, Girls would have been more imaginative.). She was a ravishing beauty who had a natural talent for seduction and shaking her hips, so it seemed that perhaps with her daddy issues she might have missed her calling in life. Well that was neither here nor there. She gathered up a costume she was sure would delight even the most picky of clientele, pulling from her love of comic book movies the image of Jessica Alba from Sin City, she dressed up in that sexy cowgirl outfit complete with chaps and six shooters. The thing is with her six shooters they had real bullets in them just in case.

So she began her undercover work as a stripper with the name of Deja on a rather busy weekend, finding that indeed it would only take one or two nights and she and Freddy would be set for a good few months with food and hotel rooms. Heck before she saved lives she might fit in one extra night so she could make up for his birthday and Christmas combined and buy him an X-box (did I mention she had strange priorities for a hunter?).

By her third night there she had pretty much figured out half the girls were vamps along with the bartender and owner. So the odds were about ten to one, not impossible mind you but really challenging (okay had she been honest with herself she’d have said she had never been up against odds like that before and honestly was pretty sure she could take three or four in a strait up fight, but ten, no she’d probably be pushing daisies by this time tomorrow). So that night she came to work with a duffle bag containing her sword, a few vials of dead man’s blood, and a sawed off, tucking it all away in her locker. She wanted to get one last dance in before the violence started, hoping that she could get it all to wait till the club was close to closing and people had mostly gone, it would cut down on collateral damages. As her chosen song began to play she tucked her hair under her cowboy hat and took the stage, her hips moving in time with the beat, swaying seductively, having the effect of silencing the crowd almost immediately with her magnetism and the beat of the song she had chosen for the night. She didn’t look up, knowing the effect of mystery that the shadows made from the lights would have, masking her face thanks to the brim of the hat, as her hips moved in their circular motion.

[The Master]

The Master Approves!



Well finally, someone of the fairer sex! Not that I was complaining, nice looking bunch we have here.... *ahem* Welcome and watch out for space rhinos!

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Also. This is a special case. Before you can apply for anymore characters, you MUST get a thread up or post in one for BOTH Whiskey and Jack. How and when you do that, its up to you. But I can NOT let you have a third until the rules are followed for the first two.