Abernathy, Maisie "Mini"

[Maisie Abernathy]

DOSSIER: DEMON HUNTER


”Ah ya bastart!”

BASIC DETAILS

 
NAME:
Maisie Abernathy
 
AGE:
18
 
GENDER:
Female
 
NATIONALITY:
Scottish
 
BIRTHPLACE:
Edinburgh, Scotland
 
BIRTHDATE:
April 16, 1993
 
PICTURE:

Spoiler:

 

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PERSONAL DETAILS

 
DESCRIPTION:
Maisie Abernathy or Mini, is a run-of-the-mill sort of lass when it comes to physical appearance. Standing at just around 5'3 never helped her to truly stand out in a crowd, either. Apart from her curly auburn hair, which she always kept at a length above her shoulders, might have been the only notable physical thing of interest about her. Beneath a fringe of auburn are two chocolate, doe-like eyes. Her face is slightly sprinkled with freckles that run along her cheeks and across her nose. Maisie is not especially curvy, her body is more fit and built with slightly broader shoulders than most women. She is often found wearing very casual clothing because of this (and her lack of interest in dressing to please anyone). Anywhere from a blue tank top and black skinny jeans with a pair of tan hiking boots or, when it's baltic outside, she can be found wearing a black peacoat, red jeggings, sleek ebony boots, and a scarlet scarf with golden griffins embroidered into it.
 
When entering Inferis, Maisie's clothes change into something that makes you think of those old Scottish war heroes. A highlander outfit with a blue, tartan kilt. Adorning her chest and arms beneath her Jacobite shirt are small, steel rings linked together in a chain mail mesh. Underneath a black kilt belt a narrow, silver chain hangs with a leather sporran. Beyond that are a pair of tan thigh-high boots plated with lobstered steel. Tucked safely away in her woolen hose is a small sgian-dubh, while not necessarily a weapon of choice, Maisie takes comfort in knowing she would still have something sharp and pointy to jag at a demon's head if she found herself at a disadvantage.
 
PERSONALITY:
It would be a strange sight for anyone to catch Maisie without a smile on her face. She walks through streets with a strong sense of confidence and openness to her fellow man. Always quick to lend a helping hand or just to quip a joke or two are a few things people might say about her. Her loyalty to humanity is not something she keeps quiet nor is her hatred for demons. This hatred, stemming from losing a dear friend of hers when she was thirteen, did not make her bitter (alright, maybe a little) instead, she used her grief as a motivator to keep civilians safe.
 
Maise is not someone to always take things seriously. Every situation she's put in, even if it's staring down the ugly mug of Lucifer himself,  she tries to make light of. Perhaps it's her way of dealing with a dreadful and dark reality or simply diminishing it into something less than what it really is. Whatever the reason, some hunters might find her daftness to be a bit exasperating, but she means well and is swift to action-especially when other lives are at stake.
 
While she strides to please everyone with her humor, she does have moments of shutting her mouth and just listening. And observing. She often finds herself trying to truly understand others, see their mannerisms, capture small things, like the way their mouth curves when they smile, or the way they tussle their hair when they're uncomfortable. You just never knows who will be alive or not the next time you see them.
 
Despite this, Maisie is terrible at picking up signals. Flirtatious signals, that is. Romance has never really been a priority of hers. Always being sort of plain Jane, she finds herself focusing on other things like boxing, rugby, and track. Really anything to make her feel strong. Some might say she's a borderline tomboy. She rarely talks about her romantic personal life, not sober anyways. Maisie is more likely than not to be oblivious to any of your sultry pick up lines, maybe a small part of her likes seeing people try to work for that kind of attention from her. But she's probably just not interested.
 
Maisie has two tones. Loud and boisterous, or quiet and genuine. She's often her loud-mouth self when out with a large group of people, while she is more quiet when a conversation is between one or two other individuals.
 
Generally an easy going person, Maisie does have her soft spots. Her temper is never something she cannot control-unless of course you insult someone she's looking out for-then her fuse is lit and well, let's just say the punches will fly and let's hope you have fast reflexes.
 
 
 
HISTORY:
Growing up in Edinburgh, Scotland was pleasant for the young Maisie Abernathy. Her maw, Jocelin Fletcher, and da, Balfour Abernathy, were very supportive of her. Balfour wasn't around much in her early years for he was out fighting demons. This never bothered Maisie because she knew she could always look forward to some great tale of how her father slayed each beast in Inferis (even if he did clean them up a wee bit). It was her father that gave her the nickname of "Mini". Maisie was a late bloomer, she was always the shortest in her class and the last to get her more womanly attributes. Until she was around 16, she remained only five feet tall and her growth spurt only added in about 3 inches. Her height never wavered her confidence, though. She always pushed herself harder to beat her peers, especially her best friend Elsa, in whatever they were doing or at least be their equal. If she lost, and she did many times, she was never sore over it. She'd just brush herself off, crack a joke or two and try harder next time.
 
Maisie's mother and father were her only immediate family she knew. She never had any brothers or sisters, or at least none that she knew about. One night when she was five and was tossing and turning in bed, she had over heard her parents talking. Her mother began to raise her voice a bit hysterically, but she could hear the cracks in it, as if she were crying. Slowly, she creep out of bed and headed towards the kitchen where she kept hearing them mention a "him". She tried to listen further until her mom saw her in the darkness of the hall and covered her face in her hands. Before her father could tell Maisie to get back to bed, she ran to her room and shut the door. She had never seen her parents look so pale and frail like that so...Weak. She understood, though. Something had happened to this person and she knew that she never wanted her parents to go through whatever pain it put them through. So that was that, and that was the only time she ever heard of it.
 
At the age of thirteen, Maisie gained her ability to cross over into Inferis. It wasn't the experience she was expecting. No, not at all. Not like what she had hoped, that it would come with those first real feelings of being independent, becoming a young woman. She thought she would cross over, feeling powerful, and courageously slay demons like her da. Instead, it started out as any regular day. She was out running about London with Elsa while they were on a family trip, it was evening and the sun was setting with each hour and she knew that her da didn't want her staying out long. Elsa was the first to hear him. A soft cooing, like the sound of someone crying, flowed out from one of the dark alleys as they were running past it. Maisie herself kept running on past it, but she noticed her friend stop to look down the dark passage. She tried to tug Elsa away, urged her that it was nothing. But then the sobbing got louder. Elsa insisted something was wrong, it was probably some homeless man, down on his luck and they both should help him. Maisie, sensing that something wasn't right, made sure that she went down into the alleyway first. She held Elsa's hand firmly in her own and walked forward.
 
A grisly man stepped out from the shadows, from the looks of his sunken eyes, decaying, cracking teeth, and skin sores, it was obvious that he was a drug abuser. Maisie knew something about this man was dangerous, not just because he was hyped up on God knows what, but there was something else, something...Inhuman.
 
He had stopped crying suddenly as he saw the two girls. His grey teeth spread across his face in a horrible grin. Maisie turned to run, but Elsa wouldn't move, despite her tugs and pleas. The man moved closer, holding an object in his hand, a syringe filled with some sort of dark brown liquid. He grabbed Elsa. Maisie knew that she had to stop him, but how? She was Mini, just some thirteen year old who sometimes won a wrestling match with other girls and boys her age. This man was frail, but he was still a man, and much taller than she.
 
But he had Elsa and Elsa was her best friend. She ran at the man as fast as her legs would take her and tackled his waist. He stumbled back slightly, but didn't let go of Elsa. Maisie kicked and punched wildly at him, screaming as loud as she could, but it only made him angry. In one swift motion, he sent his fist into her temple, knocking her to the ground, disoriented.
 
She lied on the pavement, trying to force herself back up as she watched the stranger hold Elsa. He stroked her face gently and murmured some words to her. Slowly, he began to lift the hand that held the syringe. Maisie kept screaming, "Run" or maybe she thought she did. Slipping in and out of consciousness she saw the syringe and Elsa struggling against the man's grasp. Darkness. Elsa had the syringe in her throat, the dark liquid was gone. She scrambled to her feet, her mind still swimming. Tears were streaming down her face as Elsa's body went limp to the ground and the man turned his attention to Maisie.
 
Just as he was about to step toward her, Maisie heard a loud bang. A police officer had shot the man. Even as his blood spattered her face and his body fell next to Elsa's, Maisie felt that there was still no justice for her dear friend. No...The man was innocent, there was something else, something not right. And it made her angry.
 
She felt herself crossing over to Inferis and she knew. The man was a ritualist, her da had told her all about them. People who can be possessed by demons, whether they want to be or not. It wasn't the drug abuser who killed Elsa, it was the demon scum that controlled him. As she stood up, highlander outfit materializing onto her skin, an onyx crossbow appeared in her hands and the demon in front of her. She gave it no time to act, she simply pulled the trigger and the arrow, making a high pitched scream, lodged itself deep into the monster's throat.
 
For a time after this, Maisie had locked herself in her room, bitter about everything. It wasn't until her ol' da came in, placing a large callused hand on her shoulder, and told her that the worse thing she could do was be sour now. She needed to be strong so she could stop demons like that from doing the same things to other people. And though her heart ached, her friend was gone forever, and she just wanted to tell her da to get out, she knew he was right.
 
A week or two after this, just as Maisie was returning to her old self, her maw came to her bedroom one evening holding a scarlet scarf. She smiled softly and told her how the little golden griffins on it symbolized loyalty. They were protectors of not only this life, but the after life as well. This was when she swore to herself to always put others first, to be like the golden griffins, a protector.
 
Now, five years later, she came back to London to study at the University and be near the tear. She's been focusing now on being more of a young adult, going to pubs, burying herself in her studies, and helping out any chance she gets. Oh, and let's not forget, kicking demon arse.
 

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FACTION:
Normally freelance, but never opposed to working with others
 
REAL-LIFE SKILLS:
-Can fight unarmed from years of boxing
-Fairly perceptive
-Faster runner than most
 
INFERIS SKILLS:
-Marksmanship with crossbow is near perfect
-Is not fatigued easily
-Agility increases with faster reaction time
 
WEAKNESSES:
-Naive
-Extremely empathetic towards others
-Trusts most humans very easily
 
COLOURS:
English-Blue
Gaelic-White
 
TRIVIA:
 
-Tends to make off handed comments
-Has never been the drunk lassy at the party (that everyone is taking care of)
-Uses more Scottish slang in Inferis
-CTS in right wrist due to a break from boxing
-Sometimes wears her scarlet scarf, even if it's warm out
 

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USER DETAILS

 
ALIAS:
Kisa
 
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Just dear ol' Maisie :3
 
ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
At least 6 or so years now, but very on and off.
 
CUSTOM RANK:
Protector

[Lazarus Carter]

Archive date is August 17th.

[Alice the Chopper]

Is this finished?

[Maisie Abernathy]

It is now, yes o3o

[Jinhong Jangmi]

REVISE

So... for her to be able to cross over into Inferis, I would advise it happening in London since thats the nearest tear to Edinburgh. It can only happen near a tear so maybe she and Elsa visited London or something?

Thats the only kink in the whole app, and otherwise I like her a lot. :)

[Maisie Abernathy]

Ahh! You're right, I think I fixed it :3

[Lazarus Carter]

APPROVED

Excellent work, Kisa~

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