Welcome HUNTER CLARINGTON to the Dalton Sanctuary as a DOMINANT RESIDENT. Please send in your blog within the next 48 hours or we will have to reopen your role. You may begin dash activity immediately, no need to wait for anything else once your blog is made.
✎ OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
ALIAS/PRONOUNS: Nic (she/her)
AGE: (18+ only) 25
TIMEZONE: BRT
TRIGGERS: None that I’m aware of.
ANYTHING ELSE:
✎ IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Hunter James Clarington.
AGE/BIRTHDAY: (21+ only) 28 / May 10th.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis male (he/him)
SUB/DOMINANT/SWITCH?: Dominant.
STAFF/VOLUNTEER/RESIDENT/VISITOR?: Resident.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Not even remotely bi-curious (jk - bisexual).
KINKS: All but the anti-kinks.
ANTI-KINKS: Scat, gore, vore, watersports.
✎ BRIEF BIOGRAPHY
When Hunter was twelve and he had to describe his life in three words for a school homework, the ones he used were “tradition, family and honor”. While other kids were busy filling theirs with whatever boy group they were into at the moment or the name of an actor, Hunter repeated the words of his father. It wasn’t much to the man’s surprise that Hunter succeeded in everything that was thrown at him. Sports? Captain of the team in high school. Academics? All AP classes and the most perfect chemistry score the school had ever seen. Social life? He was polite and not hard to make friends wish - confident, aware of his skills, funny at the right time. His relationship with his family wasn’t as turbulent as people would expect it to be - they were strict, but Hunter didn’t mind the order and the expectations. He didn’t mind the responsibility. Or so he thought.
As Campbell moved away from their family to follow her dream, Hunter prepared to join the Air Force Academy. A process that usually takes time and preparation, a lot of networking and sometimes even someone on the inside. All things Hunter had taken care of already during several events his parents took them. The process was smooth and soon he was in. He chose a major, he chose a minor, he made friends. This was what he was used to, the life that had been laid out for him. Be great - and make a career out of it.
Hunter took care of his needs with the same logic he would take care of everything else. There was an order to it. Systematic. No feelings. A scene when a withdrawal was close, sex when he felt his body too heavy, having a someone submit to him when he had a headache. The Air Force didn’t mind the system the cadets had going on, they actually reinforced it. Classes weren’t easy and the majority of the students were stressed and sleep deprived, and so was Hunter. But he carried on, he had a role to fulfill. Responsibilities. His life continued on this path until he got a call from his mother - already done with college, already in active duty - Campbell was home, her claim had been killed.
Hunter took his leave and flew home. Even though he managed to stay a month, he couldn’t bear the sight of seeing his lively and full of adventure sister like that. The responsibilities once thrown at him as a child weighing on him once again. This was his sister and there was nothing he could do, nothing he could possibly think of doing. The leadership training at the Air Force did not prepare him for a shadow of what Campbell used to be. He went back to work with that in mind.
The following months were a downward spiral. Each phone call from his mother would leave Hunter more worried, each withdrawal he missed would leave him more stressed, each morning he slept in would leave him feeling more guilty. His own order had been broken and Hunter had no idea how he could put that back together now. So he did what any sensible person would do: he snapped. Over nothing. A cadet had dropped a pencil case from a desk and made a whole lot of noise and Hunter insulted him, his wits and everyone present in the room. Storming out, shutting doors, even beating a colleague that tried to stop him, yelling at everyone in sight.
The next day, he was sent to get an evaluation from one of the healthcare workers of the facility he was working at. The stress, the amount of missed withdrawals and the obvious weight on his shoulders were all written in the report that had him suspended for undetermined time and transferred to the Dalton Sanctuary for treatment. At first he thought it was a horrible idea, so much work would end up piled up because of it, but after a few sessions with the base’s therapist Hunter was convinced to at least try to have his own life for once. He had no idea he would find his own sister there.










