"'In Darkness There Can Be Light, So Even In The Darkest Times Rejoice."
Dialogue Hexcode || #242075 & Thought Hexcode || #5954b4
| Full Name |
Mercy Lynn Kyles
| Nickname |
M, Lynn, Cici
| Birth Date |
N/A
| Age |
Believed to be about 22
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Occupation |
Detective (youngest to date)
| Species |
Familiar/Venatores
| Clan or Family |
Venatores/Jaegers.
Mercy Lynn Kyles
| Nickname |
M, Lynn, Cici
| Birth Date |
N/A
| Age |
Believed to be about 22
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Occupation |
Detective (youngest to date)
| Species |
Familiar/Venatores
| Clan or Family |
Venatores/Jaegers.
| Strengths |
A superb fighter, because of her genetics and because of the long extra hours she has put into training her fighting skills have surpassed what many thought she would be able to do if simply for her size.
Her size. Though smaller then average she is fast, agile, and far to many opponents underestimate her. Even when shifted her animal forms are smaller than the average for its breed. Though it can cause problems, she generally believes it to be a strength in her favor.
Observant, this strength would also be a personality trait. Whether its just who she is or because she was trained to be so she is extremely observant and even when she isn't paying attention she is still soaking up information that is being spoken about all around her. It is how she has been able to survive as long as she has. Far to many want her dead simply because of what she is, even among her 'family'.
| Weaknesses |
Trusting, though typically a good thing this is tragically a weakness. She is far to will to trust people and argue their side until she is blue in the face until she gets real hard facts that show in the persons disfavor at which point to she is always beat herself up and shame herself even if no one else is.
Whether its a familiar trait or not, her eyes are extremely sensitive to light. Meaning she is easily temporarily blinded if one knows her weakness. Not many do, thankfully but it doesn't change how dangerous this is for her.
Children, it doesn't matter who they are, what they are, or what they have done, she will never harm a child. Even if it means letting a truly horrible monster (be it human or occult) go, she will if it means the child will live. This is a weakness and she knows it but she doesn't care what others may think of it. She will always do what she thinks is right and saving innocent lives is what she thinks is right.
| Likes |
✔Hot Chocolate ✔Oversized and cozy sweaters
✔Dark colors ✔Early morning and late evenings
✔The smell that fills the air after a thunder storm
✔The feeling her muscles have after a long training
session ✔The freedom that comes from running
through the forests near her home
| Dislikes |
✘Cold coffee ✘Bright colors ✘Tight clothing
✘Feeling as if she disappointed her father
✘The muggy heat that comes from summer storms
✘The feeling of being weak or being defeated
✘Lack or freedom or being confined to a small space
✘The dense thick smell of smoke that normally only
comes with house or forest fires
| Habits |
When something makes her happy, or she finds it cute, if it is small enough or light enough she will place it up to her nose while smiling and giggling. It is completely unintentional and though most have caught on to this little habit no one says anything because her unmoderated happiness is found endearing by most.
When displeased or irritated, she snags her hair, which is normally in a braid and will chew on the end. Thinking and trying to control her first instinct which is to yell or throw a punch. No one mentions this little habit because it has saved many from a broken nose sense it stops them from continuing on what they were saying before they piss her off more.
| Hobbies |
True to how she was raised one of her al time favorite ways to pass the time, when she has any free time, is to train. From slow meditative motions to fast pace sparing, from gentle jogs broken up by yoga to full out sprints with push ups and crunches at every mile point. Training gives her a sense of relief and helps her regain the sense of being in control.
Watching the day begin as the sun starts to peak over the tree tops is another hobby though she doesn't get to do it as often as she likes. Wearing her all time favorite thick knitted socks with the worn to much thinned out pajama shorts and a thick cozy oversized sweater with a steaming mug of coco mixed with coffee and a cigarette. Its the one truly peaceful moment of her day. When she cant watch the sunrise, a good glass of wine or whiskey watching the sunset is a good substation but not as good as the chilly morning.
Now, to manys surprise when they find out, Mercy is a very intelligent young woman and when she isn't exhausted from work or training she writes some of the most well respected essays for a Add to dictionary science magazine and has even had some of her experiments copied by some of the most respected men in the field trying to disprove her theory turned fact wrong only to find they cant. Not that anyone knows who she really is seeing as she writes under the name Beji Min Franklyn.
| Fears |
Pyrophobia: Ever sense she was small she has been afraid of fire. Though not an extreme fear where even a small flame will set her off, she is afraid and if the fire is any bigger then that of an average camp fire she will have a panic attack and she will pass out. No matter how much her adopted father tried to train it out of her she has never been able to over come it. Lucky for her except for her father and brother no one knows of this crippling disability.
Cars oddly enough, street bikes and motorcycles are fine but cars give her the hibejibes. Though disliking small places she doesn't have claustrophobia and can sit in a small closet for hours if needed (don't ask how but she once locked herself in one once) but being in a car for even a couple of minutes can make her a shaking sweating mess.
A superb fighter, because of her genetics and because of the long extra hours she has put into training her fighting skills have surpassed what many thought she would be able to do if simply for her size.
Her size. Though smaller then average she is fast, agile, and far to many opponents underestimate her. Even when shifted her animal forms are smaller than the average for its breed. Though it can cause problems, she generally believes it to be a strength in her favor.
Observant, this strength would also be a personality trait. Whether its just who she is or because she was trained to be so she is extremely observant and even when she isn't paying attention she is still soaking up information that is being spoken about all around her. It is how she has been able to survive as long as she has. Far to many want her dead simply because of what she is, even among her 'family'.
| Weaknesses |
Trusting, though typically a good thing this is tragically a weakness. She is far to will to trust people and argue their side until she is blue in the face until she gets real hard facts that show in the persons disfavor at which point to she is always beat herself up and shame herself even if no one else is.
Whether its a familiar trait or not, her eyes are extremely sensitive to light. Meaning she is easily temporarily blinded if one knows her weakness. Not many do, thankfully but it doesn't change how dangerous this is for her.
Children, it doesn't matter who they are, what they are, or what they have done, she will never harm a child. Even if it means letting a truly horrible monster (be it human or occult) go, she will if it means the child will live. This is a weakness and she knows it but she doesn't care what others may think of it. She will always do what she thinks is right and saving innocent lives is what she thinks is right.
| Likes |
✔Hot Chocolate ✔Oversized and cozy sweaters
✔Dark colors ✔Early morning and late evenings
✔The smell that fills the air after a thunder storm
✔The feeling her muscles have after a long training
session ✔The freedom that comes from running
through the forests near her home
| Dislikes |
✘Cold coffee ✘Bright colors ✘Tight clothing
✘Feeling as if she disappointed her father
✘The muggy heat that comes from summer storms
✘The feeling of being weak or being defeated
✘Lack or freedom or being confined to a small space
✘The dense thick smell of smoke that normally only
comes with house or forest fires
| Habits |
When something makes her happy, or she finds it cute, if it is small enough or light enough she will place it up to her nose while smiling and giggling. It is completely unintentional and though most have caught on to this little habit no one says anything because her unmoderated happiness is found endearing by most.
When displeased or irritated, she snags her hair, which is normally in a braid and will chew on the end. Thinking and trying to control her first instinct which is to yell or throw a punch. No one mentions this little habit because it has saved many from a broken nose sense it stops them from continuing on what they were saying before they piss her off more.
| Hobbies |
True to how she was raised one of her al time favorite ways to pass the time, when she has any free time, is to train. From slow meditative motions to fast pace sparing, from gentle jogs broken up by yoga to full out sprints with push ups and crunches at every mile point. Training gives her a sense of relief and helps her regain the sense of being in control.
Watching the day begin as the sun starts to peak over the tree tops is another hobby though she doesn't get to do it as often as she likes. Wearing her all time favorite thick knitted socks with the worn to much thinned out pajama shorts and a thick cozy oversized sweater with a steaming mug of coco mixed with coffee and a cigarette. Its the one truly peaceful moment of her day. When she cant watch the sunrise, a good glass of wine or whiskey watching the sunset is a good substation but not as good as the chilly morning.
Now, to manys surprise when they find out, Mercy is a very intelligent young woman and when she isn't exhausted from work or training she writes some of the most well respected essays for a Add to dictionary science magazine and has even had some of her experiments copied by some of the most respected men in the field trying to disprove her theory turned fact wrong only to find they cant. Not that anyone knows who she really is seeing as she writes under the name Beji Min Franklyn.
| Fears |
Pyrophobia: Ever sense she was small she has been afraid of fire. Though not an extreme fear where even a small flame will set her off, she is afraid and if the fire is any bigger then that of an average camp fire she will have a panic attack and she will pass out. No matter how much her adopted father tried to train it out of her she has never been able to over come it. Lucky for her except for her father and brother no one knows of this crippling disability.
Cars oddly enough, street bikes and motorcycles are fine but cars give her the hibejibes. Though disliking small places she doesn't have claustrophobia and can sit in a small closet for hours if needed (don't ask how but she once locked herself in one once) but being in a car for even a couple of minutes can make her a shaking sweating mess.
| Abilities |
As any other Familiar Mercy has the ability to change into any animal at will, though there are four shapes that come easily to her: Panther, Fox, Snow Leopard, and Owl. Those shapes she no longer has to do more than simply think the name and can shift but anything else she must think deeply about. It is believed by her father that she truly tried she could be like the familiars of old and shift into 'mystical' creatures but she has no wish to try. Worried that she might get stuck in a shape that she can never change out of due to the fact that it isn't a real shape to begin with. When shifting into a shape she isn't use to she can become easily exhausted and isn't at top strength in the shape which is why she only really uses the four mentioned above.
| Personality Traits |
♦♢Intelligent ♦♢Observant ♦♢Vibrant ♦♢Temperamental ♦♢Pessimistic ♦♢Argumentative
| Personality |
From a young age it was obvious to all who met her that Mercy was an observant and intelligent young lady, after she got over the shock of the trauma of how she was found she quickly proved to them just how determined she was to show them she was worth saving. From interjecting rational arguments into adult conversations sense she had been listening unknown to them, to informing a hectic adult where to find their keys, wallet, or glasses sense they had placed them somewhere that the observant little girl had noticed. Her kind and vibrant attitude quickly captivated most of the adults around her and if not for Vincent Kyles already adopting the young girl many others would have, she just seemed to light up any room she entered even when they where having a very dark conversation not meant for the ears of children.
For all of her good and respectable traits her bad ones made themselves known just as early though there is no way to know if these bad traits were existing before that horrible day when she was found. Mercy had always been easily aggravated, lashing out quickly when upset. This temperamental side was quickly reined in and she was taught how to keep the more volatile reactions at bay. She had long bouts of depression and she was often pessimistic when it came to voicing her idea to how a rescue mission would work out and refused to be swayed toward a happier ending but she had once said that when she thinks the worse she can at least be happily surprised when it doesn't happen and prepared if the worse does. Oh, and the little thing was always argumentative, fighting against everyone and being mule headed at times even if logically she knew that her point was wrong.
| Place of Origin |
With no way to know for sure, it is believed she came from somewhere in state of Maine sense that was where she was found.
| Place of Residence |
The Backwoods, when the last member of one of the original owners of land died out, Mercy quickly jumped at the chance and bought the house and property using some of her trust funds. The stories didn't scare her sense after all, she is a thing that goes bump in the night.
| History |
To many, Mercy's past is a complete mystery and they believe she doesn't remember but she does. She cant remember her birthday, or where she lived before but she remembers her mother who had dark brown hair one a shade or two lighter than Mercy's own and the wide dark green eyes that shone with mirth, she remembers her mom calling her Ashly and singing her songs before bed. She remembers her fathers rich dark eyes filled with love and the sandy blond hair he kept long but tidy and how his voice use to vibrate her little bones, how it had a booming quality even when he tried to be quite. Mercy can remember the night they ran very clearly, her father saying something about how "THEY" had found them, how he wasn't going to let "THEM" hurt her or her mother. They spent days in the little run down car her family owned before stopping in some backwoods town in Maine. That's where "THEY" found them. Hiding under the bed in the hotel room she can remember stifling her screams as she heard her father yelling and fighting before his powerful voice was cut off with a gurgle, how her mom begged for mercy and pleaded that she wouldn't say anything before a wet ripping sound was heard and she watched as her mother fell to the floor, her glassy eyes staring at Mercy.
Then came the small, coppery and it turned her small stomach before the scent of dense smoke reached her nose. "THEY" had lit the room on fire and sealed the door from the outside, scooting carefully out of under the bed the little girl ran to the bathroom careful not to look at her parents lifeless forms, and crawled into the bath tub, filling it with water she allowed it to over fill. She had no way to know how long she sat shivering in the bath tub as the smoke gradually grew thicker before the firemen came and Venatores soon after. That was when she was found, but she refused to speak about what happed. It was much to hard to deal with, she didn't even give them her name. After about two months of silence Vincent Kyles walked into the girls room and looked her straight in her eyes before telling her that she was Now Mercy Lynn Kyles and she was going to train to fight things like those who killed her parents. It made it very clear that though there where some that purposefully harmed beings of the Occult that have never done anything wrong, he wasn't like them and didn't expect her to be either. Especially sense she was of the Occult herself. With Vincent and her son Malcom, Mercy found she could be happy and she often worked harder then anyone asked her to because she liked Vincent and wanted him to be proud of her, and he was.
Even though some didn't like her, wanted her out of the Venatores, she was generally well liked and with them she was happy. When Vincent died of old age when she was sixteen she was put in the care of Malcom who was already nineteen at the time. This was also the time that Mercy found out just how much of an daughter Vincent really thought of her, because when the will was read she found out that exactly half of all his possessions had been placed into a trust for her that she would have full access to at the age of twenty one, and with permission from Malcom would have however much she wanted. As soon as she was able she joined the police force and after only one year she became a Detective though sometimes she thinks Malcom pulled strings to make sure she would be kept a little bit safer then a patrol cop.
As any other Familiar Mercy has the ability to change into any animal at will, though there are four shapes that come easily to her: Panther, Fox, Snow Leopard, and Owl. Those shapes she no longer has to do more than simply think the name and can shift but anything else she must think deeply about. It is believed by her father that she truly tried she could be like the familiars of old and shift into 'mystical' creatures but she has no wish to try. Worried that she might get stuck in a shape that she can never change out of due to the fact that it isn't a real shape to begin with. When shifting into a shape she isn't use to she can become easily exhausted and isn't at top strength in the shape which is why she only really uses the four mentioned above.
| Personality Traits |
♦♢Intelligent ♦♢Observant ♦♢Vibrant ♦♢Temperamental ♦♢Pessimistic ♦♢Argumentative
| Personality |
From a young age it was obvious to all who met her that Mercy was an observant and intelligent young lady, after she got over the shock of the trauma of how she was found she quickly proved to them just how determined she was to show them she was worth saving. From interjecting rational arguments into adult conversations sense she had been listening unknown to them, to informing a hectic adult where to find their keys, wallet, or glasses sense they had placed them somewhere that the observant little girl had noticed. Her kind and vibrant attitude quickly captivated most of the adults around her and if not for Vincent Kyles already adopting the young girl many others would have, she just seemed to light up any room she entered even when they where having a very dark conversation not meant for the ears of children.
For all of her good and respectable traits her bad ones made themselves known just as early though there is no way to know if these bad traits were existing before that horrible day when she was found. Mercy had always been easily aggravated, lashing out quickly when upset. This temperamental side was quickly reined in and she was taught how to keep the more volatile reactions at bay. She had long bouts of depression and she was often pessimistic when it came to voicing her idea to how a rescue mission would work out and refused to be swayed toward a happier ending but she had once said that when she thinks the worse she can at least be happily surprised when it doesn't happen and prepared if the worse does. Oh, and the little thing was always argumentative, fighting against everyone and being mule headed at times even if logically she knew that her point was wrong.
| Place of Origin |
With no way to know for sure, it is believed she came from somewhere in state of Maine sense that was where she was found.
| Place of Residence |
The Backwoods, when the last member of one of the original owners of land died out, Mercy quickly jumped at the chance and bought the house and property using some of her trust funds. The stories didn't scare her sense after all, she is a thing that goes bump in the night.
| History |
To many, Mercy's past is a complete mystery and they believe she doesn't remember but she does. She cant remember her birthday, or where she lived before but she remembers her mother who had dark brown hair one a shade or two lighter than Mercy's own and the wide dark green eyes that shone with mirth, she remembers her mom calling her Ashly and singing her songs before bed. She remembers her fathers rich dark eyes filled with love and the sandy blond hair he kept long but tidy and how his voice use to vibrate her little bones, how it had a booming quality even when he tried to be quite. Mercy can remember the night they ran very clearly, her father saying something about how "THEY" had found them, how he wasn't going to let "THEM" hurt her or her mother. They spent days in the little run down car her family owned before stopping in some backwoods town in Maine. That's where "THEY" found them. Hiding under the bed in the hotel room she can remember stifling her screams as she heard her father yelling and fighting before his powerful voice was cut off with a gurgle, how her mom begged for mercy and pleaded that she wouldn't say anything before a wet ripping sound was heard and she watched as her mother fell to the floor, her glassy eyes staring at Mercy.
Then came the small, coppery and it turned her small stomach before the scent of dense smoke reached her nose. "THEY" had lit the room on fire and sealed the door from the outside, scooting carefully out of under the bed the little girl ran to the bathroom careful not to look at her parents lifeless forms, and crawled into the bath tub, filling it with water she allowed it to over fill. She had no way to know how long she sat shivering in the bath tub as the smoke gradually grew thicker before the firemen came and Venatores soon after. That was when she was found, but she refused to speak about what happed. It was much to hard to deal with, she didn't even give them her name. After about two months of silence Vincent Kyles walked into the girls room and looked her straight in her eyes before telling her that she was Now Mercy Lynn Kyles and she was going to train to fight things like those who killed her parents. It made it very clear that though there where some that purposefully harmed beings of the Occult that have never done anything wrong, he wasn't like them and didn't expect her to be either. Especially sense she was of the Occult herself. With Vincent and her son Malcom, Mercy found she could be happy and she often worked harder then anyone asked her to because she liked Vincent and wanted him to be proud of her, and he was.
Even though some didn't like her, wanted her out of the Venatores, she was generally well liked and with them she was happy. When Vincent died of old age when she was sixteen she was put in the care of Malcom who was already nineteen at the time. This was also the time that Mercy found out just how much of an daughter Vincent really thought of her, because when the will was read she found out that exactly half of all his possessions had been placed into a trust for her that she would have full access to at the age of twenty one, and with permission from Malcom would have however much she wanted. As soon as she was able she joined the police force and after only one year she became a Detective though sometimes she thinks Malcom pulled strings to make sure she would be kept a little bit safer then a patrol cop.
| Face Claim |
Maisie Williams
| Writer |
IamQ
Maisie Williams
| Writer |
IamQ
