She'll Strike You Down

Talia Dimir is a twenty-five year old hunter slash waitress {currently working at The Hangar} who was born and raised in Bindlebrim Hallows. If you have a problem, she's just a phonecall away. Someone wise once said, The weak will always be at the mercy of whoever is calling the shots. So I'm here to even out the playing field. Pure of Heart → 600 Corrupted Soul → 0

[cursed-nile]

Jethro watched in silence as the woman handled the individual with ease, keeping him from unleashing a godly reign of sarcastic and sardonic remarks. Not that he minded. He was a little too tired to play patty with drunkards, surprise surprise. Taking it as a win, Jethro began to dig into his meal almost immediately when the women who “saved” him turned back to him. Okay, he thought, maybe I am in the mood for guests. “I’m a lot of things ma’am, but I ain’t no donkey… I’m more of a mule kind of guy.” He showed her a bright smile and chuckled at his own joke, Then he took a second to finish swallow his food before continuing, “And judging by the way you said that, you’re glad to see me. Am I right or am I right?”

[taliathehuntress]

"I wouldn't go that far." Talia retorted trying to keep a smirk from foaming on her face. "More like mildly amused and slightly surprised. But it doesn't go much beyond that I'm afraid." The ping-pong style of banter was one she liked...Well she liked it with anyone who lacked a blood connection to her anyway. It was lighthearted and entertaining, something to take her mind off of the weight on her tiny shoulders.  

[gestartet-deactivated20160720]

As the new glass of alcohol was pushed towards Garrett in such a force which caused the liquid to crash against the sides of the glass and fall with such mite onto the bar below. At that very moment, with the clear liquid in clear sight, Garrett felt his throat become dry, an indication for him to take another mouthful and coat his insides in the drink. Picking up the glass, he pushed the clear glass against his lips before his eyes swayed to the woman sitting just a few bar stools down. He quickly placed the glass back on the bar before turning his head directly at the woman. She looked frustrated, frustrated or horny, Garrett couldn’t tell the two apart. 

Growing up in a family which looked out for each other, Garrett had been given the gift of helping others, even if they were strangers in a bar. Pushing himself up from the barstool using nothing but the bar for support, and god did he need it after the amount he had drunk, he stumbled across the bar, towards the frustrated or turned on stranger. “Are you - hic - alright?” he chuckled. It wasn’t that Garrett was drunk, slightly tipsy maybe, but not drunk. “I apologise now for not minding my own business” he smiled, showing his front teeth “

[taliathehuntress]

"Yeah..." She trailed off glancing him over, she could probably take him if she needed too and therefore felt no reason to close herself off. "Just the daily grind mixed with a couple of thorns in my side." Talia shrugged, polishing off her drink and ordering another. "Now I'm just in need of something strong to wash it all down with." She continued as her fingers found a loose piece of hair and pushed it out of her face. "How about you? You alright there?" She nodded to to his drink, the corners of her lips turned up into a grin that flirted with cockiness but didn't embody it fully.

[taliathehuntress]

⊰Character Development Meme: Day 2⊱

⊰More Cosmetics⊱

⊰ HOW DO THEY USUALLY DRESS? ⊱

Talia usually is seen sporting a leather jacket, some fitted or skinny jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes she will wear skirts or dresses and she does clean up pretty nicely. But often her style is edgy and laid back always ready to spring into action. 

⊰ WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO SLEEP? ⊱

She wears a tee-shirt or tank top and short-shorts or just panties. Depending on if she's at home or not. 

⊰ DO THEY WEAR JEWELRY? ⊱

Yes. Depending on the situation she'll often wear a protective pendant and a charm bracelet. 

⊰ IS THERE ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE THEY WISH THEY COULD CHANGE? ⊱

No, Talia doesn't worry about her appearance enough to actually have a list of things she would change. 

⊰ HOW WOULD THEY LOOK AS THE OPPOSITE SEX? ⊱

She would look a little like (Brant Daugherty)

⊰ WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE? WHY (DO THEY WEAR THE SCENT OR DOES IT OCCUR NATURALLY? ⊱

Talia naturally has a scent that many describe as warm or inviting, and she adds to this with perfumes that have amber or musk as some of their notes. (examples include: Burberry Brit Eau de Parfum, Sex by Desigual and Heat by Beyonce)

[taliathehuntress]

⊰Character Development Meme: Day 1⊱

⊰Basics and Cosmetic⊱

⊰ AGE ⊱

Twenty-five.

⊰ DATE OF BIRTH ⊱

April 29th, 1989

⊰ HAIR COLOUR ⊱

Dark Brown

⊰ EYE COLOUR ⊱

Green (with hints of brown and blue)

⊰ SKIN COLOUR/NATIONALITY ⊱

Caucasian / American.

⊰ ACCENT (IF ANY) ⊱

American.

⊰ HEIGHT ⊱

5'4"

⊰ WEIGHT ⊱

120lbs.

⊰ TATTOOS ⊱

A symbol of protection on the back of her neck that marks her as a hunter, it is often hidden by her hair. 

⊰ PIERCINGS ⊱

She has her ears pierced multiple times in each ear but now a days she normally just wears one earring in each. 

⊰ BIRTHMARKS ⊱

None.

⊰ DISFIGUREMENTS ⊱

None.

⊰ SCARS ⊱ 

Talia has about ten scars, most of them are left overs from hunts. 

⊰ DO THEY HAVE ANY NICKNAMES ⊱

Tali, Baby Girl, The Huntress

⊰ WHERE ARE THEY FROM ⊱

 Bindlebrim Hallows, Washington, USA. 

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[isaiahpowell]

    Raising an eyebrow at the girl’s words, Isaiah let out a chuckle. “I think it’s safe to say that neither of us are that worried, then,” he shrugged. He was thankful that it was dark and she couldn’t see him perfectly or she would be able to tell he was watching her warily. Although her putting her weapon away made him feel a tiny bit better about running into her. Perhaps he had made the right decision by approaching the girl.     “You’re by far the scariest thing I’ve run into tonight,” he replied. His tone was playful and joking, but in all honesty it was the truth. He would not be caught by hunters. He was smarter than that— damn it— he should have known better than to let out that howl the few minutes prior.  Pressing his lips together he watched her to see if she would move away from him. Currently, the situation was neutral and neither of them had the upper hand. Any small tip in the balance would change that— Isaiah had to tread carefully.

[taliathehuntress]

"I wish I could say the same." She laughed, that honor went to her sister. A thought that made her tone seem playful but hide a little bite. Her feet were planted firm in the earth beneath her. "Did you hear the howl a couple of minutes ago? I was trying to sneak up and catch a glimpse. See if maybe I could see it without it seeing me. But..." Talia glances around signaling to the silence. "I guess something spooked him." 

[cursed-nile]

Jethro looked up at the person in front of him, he was exhausted and hungry. “I told you already, sweetheart, I’m on break.” He said glancing up at them, after hauling all his things into his new home the night before and coming in for work today he was wrecked, he wanted to sleep too but no he had to listen to someone try to strike up a conversation while he ate on his hour break. This first day wasn’t going according to plan.

"Okay, I’m going to amuse you." He sighed, placing the knife and fork down on his plate and took a nice sip of his liquor, "Please tell me what you want to talk about." He told them sarcastically. Part of him should feel a bit guilty for being a dick but hey, they interrupted him. And judging a book by its’ cover, they were more than just a friendly face wanting to chat.

[taliathehuntress]

"Honey he ain't interested." Talia said wrapping an arm around the stranger's neck and turning them away from his table. "Take the hit. Walk it off, there are tons of his type in town...Trust me." She gave them a firm pat on the shoulder before her free arm showed them where to go. The second that distance had been established, Talia turned back to him. "You're an ass. But you're an ass that I haven't seen around here in god knows how long." 

[andrewminyurd]

[fassyy-blog]

I find myself having the most ridiculous conversation with myself. “What do dragon scales feel like? And how heavy is a dragon?”

[gestartet-deactivated20160720]

Just once he would not walk into the bar at night. Just once he would walk straight past it and head to another location within the town. Just once he wouldn’t be covered in the smell of alcohol and just once he wouldn’t come home with no money in his pocket. All of those just once’s were something which Garrett didn’t see coming into reality any time soon. He enjoyed the bar, he enjoyed the sound of many muted voices having hushed conversations, he enjoyed the sound of the insect repellent, and he enjoyed the smell of split alcohol along with tiled floor, which would, over time, create a sticky substance on the floor.

Rolling his fingers around the near empty glass, Garrett took yet another sip before placing it back down onto the bar, which by this time was covered in loose snacks. “I’ll have another please” he spoke to the barman before pushing his near empty glass towards the stranger standing behind the bar, and pulling out a cartoon of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

[taliathehuntress]

Talia greeted the bartender like she'd known them for years, taking her usual seat near the middle and tapping her knuckle on the bar twice before ordering. The golden liquid made it's way over to her, two large ice cubes stacked on top of one another inside. She said her thank you, and pressed the glass to her lips taking a long sip before placing it back down. A sigh leaving her lips as she did, again she checked her phone and again there wasn't an answer. "Figures." She mumbled to herself, the family she actually did want to talk to wouldn't be the one to pick up the damn phone. Her eyes scanned the bar, looking for what exactly she didn't know. Just trying to get a feel for the crowd in there tonight. Sometimes she liked the attention she got being one of the few girls in run down places like this, others times she didn't...And after bar hoping state to state between hunts she had a pretty good sixth sense about which kind of night it would be just by looking around. 

[humitasconcafe-deactivated20180]

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[taliathehuntress]

I gotta buzz in my brain Drunk on a love goin' down like champagne I got a feelin' it's gonna leave a lipstick stain And I'd be the only one to blame

[mrsgojosatoru]

[taliathehuntress]

Talia handed over her money to the local mechanic, who talked on and on about how she should just get a new car while she counted out her bills. "I'll get a new car eventually." She assured him, it was the same promise she'd been making for years. Customizing a new car to suit her needs would be exhausting, and without her dad around it would be almost impossible. Speaking of which...Talia took her phone out of her pocket and started typing as she walked to Scooter's Tavern for a game of pool or two so she could kill time.  〚 Text to Dad:                          What's your location?                                 Where are you?                                 Look, I know you're busy.                                  But can you please just shoot me a text.                                 So I know that you're alright?                                                                                      -Talia〛

Talia could have gone to the Hangar or even the Kaffine but being a waitress at the Hangar made her almost never want to go there outside of her shifts and as for the Kaffine...She didn't really feel like running into family. So she shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and made her way into the bar. 

[boywonder--grayson-deactivated2]

                                                                               Could one blame him in having a part of him in awe? In wonder for this lady? How she had a sense of justice and righteousness too? Like he did?

Because he was certainly in awe for sure now. Grayson could totally see her being a heroine like Black Canary or Batgirl or some other female superhero the more this encounter went on through. All beauty with those looks of hers but watch out for the level of badassery she could possibly have for she is something more than a pretty face — moves that could catch someone off guard and be the end of them. And sure, it was just some fantasy going through his head, imagination running wild again but there was nothing wrong with it entirely as those baby blue eyes of his casually glanced at her.

                                       ”Still, much appreciated.”

And then came her input on the fate of their thief here after she gave it a though… which made sense. It was going to take a whole lot more than being caught by a duo of youngsters to make him stop his stealing ways — it was just the way criminals behaved. So, it wasn’t going to take forgiving him and letting him go as he nodded in agreement.

                                              “Hmm, point. He’ll most likely do it again——”

But it didn’t take much to change that, taken by surprise a little with what she said about other countries would have cut off a thief’s hand right off and whatnot. Regardless though, she was starting to fit more to the hero image that was still in his head.

                                                        “—-so we’ll just take him to the sheriff or at least event security.”

Ray kept watching as she rummaged through her purse for a little, only to take out a zip tie —- wait, a zip tie?

                Maybe she could very well be like a heroine because he has never known anybody who would just simple carry around thing like that in their handbag — hell, everything about her couldn’t make him think otherwise. Good morality within her character — along with generosity as she asked him if he knew how to work the zip tie with a smirk across those lips of hers instead of doing it herself…which Ray quickly replied back with a smug look of his own. 

                                                       ”Hmm, I do.”

Blame all of those comics and shows with his beloved heroes….

                                                  ….along teaching himself on how to use them on nights he secretly goes out and about the streets of Bindlebrim, ridding them of injustice. 

[taliathehuntress]

"Wait really?" She asked with a surprised but very impressed expression. "Alright then, bind him." Talia urged pinching the man's nerve so he would stay still, no matter how much he cursed at Talia, she didn't let herself engage. After all she was more interested in Grayson, and watching his skills.  Maybe he was a hunter? She doubted it, mostly because she would have known his—oh damn, she hadn't even asked his name yet. Mentally stumbling she collected what manners she had and finally introduced herself. "I'm Talia by the way. Talia Dimir." 

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah saw the girl, heard the clicking sound. He watched her for a moment, before deciding whether or not to approach her. Cocking his head to the side he watched her. It was obvious to him what she was— a huntress, he had seen them before, when he was taken from the wild the first time— a younger or less experienced werewolf might not have been able to tell, but he could. It was the sort of thing you learned to figure out after being taken away from the wild and forced to blend in with humanity.      Letting a breath out through his nose, he decided he had a few options. He could wait for the girl to leave, but if she discovered him she would know he was hiding from her for a reason. He could try to leave unnoticed while he had the chance, but the girl was already alert— she would notice the movement in the shadows or else hear his footsteps. That left him with the last resort option— approach and lie.     Stepping out from behind the shadows and making himself as clear as possible with just the light of the stars coming through the shade of the trees. “What’s a girl like you doing out at this time?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

[taliathehuntress]

"Well that really depends on what kind of girl you think I am." Talia teased sliding her gun back in it's holster — keeping it out would have seemed suspicious if the man was human, and she didn't want to have to explain to the authorities what she was doing— but she kept the safety off...Just in case. "I'm just going out for a run." She explained, stepping into the light a little more. "This is the only time that I can manage to fit it in. Plus...It is beautiful." Her smile was genuine but a little tentative, and her guard was still raised as high as it should have been while hunting.  Talia's voice had many different tones and tints that could all work together while still being a contradiction. She had a way of being both the cold serious silver spoon that stirred the boiling pot and the warm sweet caramel that coated it. "What's a boy like you doing out this late?" She asked with a cheeky grin. "Haven't you heard? There might be some scary things lurking around." 

[wickedimir-deactivated20141216]

Brows raised in mock surprised, the side of the witch’s lips threatened to curl into a ill-minded grin. 'Don't cuss at me just yet, sister, I need to push your buttons just a little more.' Life had been laid easy in front of Lydia the moment she was born. And while her father wanted her to work for the things she desired, her mother showed her a new one, one where witches could do please. Don’t misunderstand, her mother never intended for her youngest daughter to think anything and everything was for her to take. In fact, the elder witch would greatly disapprove of such behavior. But Lydia’s mind twisted her methods later on, using her mother’s tips and advices to her advantage.

She shook her disapprovingly, eyes full of “concern”, “Oh, Talia. What a disgrace you are to the Dimir family.” The words came out rehearsed-like, years of saying the same thing over and over making it embed perfectly in her mind. “I suggest you rethink that. You have… An average face. I guess you could find a decent enough husband.” She began to walk closer to her sister, stepping slowly into uncharted ground.

"Guy’s usually bore me and he hasn’t so clearly he is my better.” She hadn’t realized how she raised her voice when speaking about the Hamilton witch, expression and body language defensive somewhat. Clearing her throat and straightening up as if nothing out of the norm had occurred, she continued. “We’re nothing to each other anyway, so.”

[taliathehuntress]

"That's where you're wrong, Lydia." Talia smiled to herself before shoving her hands comfortably in her pockets. "I may make a pretty awful Beaumont, but I make a hell of a Dimir." It was one of the things that gave her some sort of comfort in her early years as a hunter. She was made to do her job, generations after generation of her family had spent their lives keeping the peace between the species. Saving people and restoring some sort of balance.  Her sister's approach made Talia's back straighten slightly, the tell tale warning she inherited from their father. "As I said, I chose not to date." She repeated her voice taking on a sterner tone than before. I don't need another thing for shapeshifters or demon or whatever else to use against me. They already use you. 

"Nothing?" Talia titled her head to the side at her sister's little moment of outburst. An odd feeling of victory settling in at sight. 

[isaiahpowell]

    When Isaiah reached the point where he knew he couldn’t go any further he slowed from a run into a walk, and stepped along the inside edges of the town border in a Northern direction. Isaiah wasn’t really paying attention to which way he was headed, though, he only made sure to not get lost. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do in the woods after dark.  Even for a two-hundred and sixty-eight year old werewolf. Naturally, he could always find his way back via the scents if he really needed to— but that would be easier in wolf form than in human form. Which he could switch to at any time, but which he chose not to as the humans in town would probably not react well to a wolf roaming their streets.     Suddenly, Isaiah caught the undeniable scent of a human. What was someone else doing in the woods after dark? Isaiah wondered. Most of them stayed away, if they knew what was good for them. With only the stars and the crescent shaped moon for lighting, it was not hard for Isaiah to find a place to stay hidden and observe as the smell of the human came closer and closer to him.

[taliathehuntress]

Curiously, she walked around stepping over twigs she knew would snap under her weight and remained as quiet as she could. Despite her efforts though, the small click that followed the moment of her hip was a dead give away. Her gun remained firmly in her grip as she ventured deeper and deeper off her path. Growing up in town, she knew the woods and was confident she could find a way out even in the dark...But maybe she was being a little over-confident.  Talia steps slowed, stopping only to look up at the night's sky to see the position of the moon. As she brought her graze back down, she didn't allow a single muscle to move. Her ears searched for sound, any sound that didn't belong. A scream, a howl, a yelp...Anything that would have sent her into action.  To which she found none.