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Hera Richardson

"Please I don't have the time or the patience"

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a character in “The Supernatural Kind”, as played by Feudally lost

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Hera Richardson


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Name: Hera Luisa Richardson
Alias(s): Anabel Lee, Jezebel Blevins, Lenore Costings
Age: 23
Height: 5'4
Weight: 116 lbs
Physical Appearance: Hera is athletic framed young woman who doesn't care much for frilly things like dresses and stuff. Her hair a dark chestnut brown typically doesn't look any different then it did when she woke up in the morning. Often tousled and unkempt the only thing she really does is pull it back into a ponytail. She typically wears jeans and a tank top and sports drab colors such as black and grey but she has never been the type to really worry about how she looks to someone else. Her eyes are the defining factor for Hera, an alluring mixture of greens blues and grays, but what isn't seen is what those eyes can see that a typical person can not. Still she is the type that easily fades into the background and can often slip by unseen something she uses to her advantage.


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likes: Reading, music (her favorite band is Metallica), motorcycles, guys with long hair, helping someone that deserves it, Jack Daniels straight up, guns, tattoos (even though she doesn't have any), poker
Dislikes: Her motorcycle dying on her, being scared, her ability to sense and see evil spirits, watered down booze, chauvinistic men, having to rely on someone to save her, being helpless
Fears: Being killed by the things she sees

Personality:
Hera is the type of person that always seems to have a chip on their shoulder and isn't afraid to let someone know about it. Her tongue can be venomous, spiteful, and just flat out rude. Sarcasm is her way of being nice and even then she can take that too far, but Hera has never been the type to give a damn about what anyone thinks of her. But all of this is a shell that she has formed around herself due to teasing and fear in childhood. You cant be the popular kid at school when you freak out in the middle of recess cause you saw someone jump off of the school plunging to their death. You're definitely not popular when you're the only one that see's it. This incident plagued her through out elementary and into high school, dubbed the "Sixth Sense" by her peers. Teased mercilessly she did her best to keep people away out of fear that they would tease or hurt her. She actually quit high school her junior year and went on the road her family being so dysfunctional they really didn't care where she went as long as she didn't interfere with their addictions. Hera took it upon herself to try to find people like herself, and maybe be able to help someone like her along the way.

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Family: Hera has an older brother who's in prison and another brother not much older then she is that left a year before she quit high school. She really has no connection to her parents, they were always too high or too drunk to care for her. She lived most of her life with her odd grandmother that says she could communicate with dead spirits as well.

Brief History: Hera's life as a child was never good or nice they were poor and her parents were neglectful. She spent most of her time with her two older brothers living with their eccentric grandmother. Hera had always been able to see and communicate with spirits she would sit and talk with her grandfather who had died five years before she was even born. Her grandmother called it a gift but Hera never thought of it that way. After being teased through out her school years she quit her junior year of high school to find her own way. She grabbed her eldest brother motorcycle and started for the road doing odd jobs to keep gas in her tank along the way. In her travels she came across the hunters many finding her "gift" useful the pay being much better then waiting tables she took to it well offering her services for a small price.

Anything else?: (I.E: Car? Pets? etc..?

Hera's motorcycle a 1971 Honda CB 750
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So begins...

Hera Richardson's Story

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Hera woke up with the sun like she did just about every morning. No matter how hard she tried to bury her head in the warmth of the tattered sleeping bag, the sun illuminated the old pup tent so much it was almost impossible to hide from it. She sighed giving up on sleeping in not that she did that anyway, it was a luxury she was very rarely allowed. Grabbing her backpack that she was using as a pillow she started to dig through the clothes in the bag. Grabbing smelling, then tossing the more soiled clothes behind her on the other side of the tent until she found her least dirty outfit. Slipping on the jeans pulling the tank top over her head she hummed to the music in her head. After finally lasing up her boots, she unzipped the tent and stepped out on the dew covered grass. The coals of the campfire were still slightly orange, with small wisps of smoke still hovering above it. Hera sighed she missed having a bed to sleep in and some of the most basic comforts of a sedentary life. But that wasn't something that was in the cards for her right now.

Hera was a wanderer, by her own choice and also partially to keep others away from her because it always seemed that the most evil things were drawn to her. She pulled a ziplock bag out of one of the side pocket attached to her motorcycle.

"Oh yummy granola bars... again I swear to fucking God the next time I get me a decent job I'm gonna keep a hold of some of it just so I don't have to eat this shit day in and day out" she said to cold morning air and then took a bite of her breakfast.

She grabbed her canteen with water and took a drink and then sat down on the stump next to what was left of the fire.

"I got to find a job I running too low on funds and if I don't want to find myself stranded somewhere I better do something. I just hope I can find this O'Hara place I've heard so much about, what do you think?" she said. Now to most this would look like a crazy person talking to thin air but if you were able to see as Hera would you would see a tall thin old man standing across from her on the other side of the camp fire.

"Gramps I don't know if this going to work he's been gone for so long every time I go on a job I look for him and nothing" she sighed. "No... I'm not giving up grandpa but it's just really discouraging" she took one last drink of water and replace the lid. No matter how hard she tried to run she could never get away from the spirit of her grandfather. Not that she disliked him like she did so many member of her family, but it had always bothered her that he hadn't moved on.

She shook her head and begin to pack up camp, after about a half hour the bike was laden with all the things that Hera lived off of tied and strapped to the motorcycle that had once been her eldest brothers. Not that Henry had any use for it, he was in prison and had been since Hera was fourteen. With a turn of the key she was on the road again wind in her face and the past behind her.

After a couple of stops asking for directions and putting the last of her money in to fill her gas tank she found herself in front of the O'Hara Tavern. It wasn't much to look at Hera thought as she parked her bike as far as she could tell it wasn't even open at the moment.

"Man back home the bars opened at noon" she thought aloud as she straddled her bike and looked at the establishment over the top of her sunglasses. But as she thought about it was perfect for Hunters to go and be inconspicuous, the normal party going people tended to avoid run down looking little home town bars like this.

She shrugged "Looks like my kind of place" she said with a grin as she swung her leg off the motorcycle and put the kickstand down on the gravel parking lot. She shifted her glasses up on top of her head and walked up to the door, it creaked on its hinges as she pushed the door open.

She saw a man and a woman sitting at the bar with their back to her and she smiled they didn't seem to be too uppity and the man looked like he had been through hell... tell tell sign of a Hunter.

"Excuse me umm... I heard that this is supposed to be the O'Hara Tavern I'm new and well..." she paused as two spirits appeared out of thin air at a table in the room. An older couple who smiled at her, it was nice for Hera to walk in somewhere and not be immediately accosted by an evil spirit. She turned her attention back to the living people in the room "Sorry I kind of lost my train of thought there for a minute. Any way I heard through the grape vine that I might be able to find work here?" she said.

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Cassandra O'Hara


Cassie smiled brightly upon hearing Liam's voice, turning to greet her brother "your back" she stated the obvious as he walked towards the bar, his usual smirk plastered across his face as he teased her about boys, something he claimed that was his so called 'right' as the older brother. With a roll of her eyes Cassie chuckled lightly "oh you know me Liam, I've had a different guy in my bed everynight" she teased back, knowing his overprotective brother side would come out. Pulling him into a warm, loving hug, she smiled into her brothers shoulder "I've missed you" the blonde admitted before pulling away, however when she did, she immediately caught sight of his appearance, her smile faltering "damn it Liam, you went on that vampire hunt by yourself, didn't you!?" she near enough shouted, moving behind the bar to pull out a first aid kit, noting that he didn't answer, Cassie shook her head in dissaproval, he didn't need to answer, she knew he had done "i literally begged you not too go there by yourself."

Feeling tears gather in her eyes, Cassie turned her head away from brother, she knew it was silly to get this upset about her brother, once again doing something she had asked him not to do but he sometimes didn't understand that he was the only thing on this earth she had left and the thought of him never coming home from a hunt, made her heart ache "your such an ass" she mumbled wiping her eyes.

Hearing the door open, her head instantly shot up as a young woman walked in, Cassie smiled in acknowledgement as the brunetted walked over to the bar "Excuse me umm... I heard that this is supposed to be the O'Hara Tavern I'm new and well...Sorry I kind of lost my train of thought there for a minute. Any way I heard through the grape vine that I might be able to find work here?" she spoke, Cassie noted the way her head moved towards an empty table, raising an eyebrow, the blonde shared a quick look at her brother.

Trying to make the girl feel welcome, Cassie smiled brightly, holding out her hand "Cassie O'Hara" she greeted "and this is my dick of a brother Liam" she introduced. "Do you have any experience working in a bar?"she asked "scratch that, you can learn, more importantly, are you a hunter?" Cassie asked, knowing that no normal person could handle working in a place like this, hell, she would hate to be the one who subjected someone into this lifestyle, it would quite frankly ruin their lives.

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Hera nodded "My names Hera Richardson and yeah I'm familiar with Hunters, I've been on a few jobs" she looked over at the table the older couple from before got up and fazed through the wall behind the bar.

Hera followed them with her eyes trying not to make it to obvious, it tended to freak people out know that they had ghosts especially one that were their family. This pair made it clear that Cassie and Liam were their children, but the didn't stay around long to give her much more information then that. After the ghostly parents exited the room Hera put her whole attention back on Cassie and her brother.

"I also have experience waiting tables, I'll be honest with you though I don't have no high school diploma or GED crap. I can tell you I'll work my ass off for you, but I really need a job I'm on my last tank of gas and I got stiffed by my partner on the last hunt I was on. The asshole left before giving me the rest of my pay, and I was left with less then half of what we agreed on" she said her voice kind of giving off an aggravated tone.

It always frustrated her because she would fall for it almost every time some jerk claiming to be one of the best hunters finds out that she has a talent for drawing evil spirits to her and uses her. Spirits had always flocked to her like a moth to a flame when she was little it was terribly frightening especially when they were evil spirits. She was grateful for her grandmother's ability to put up barriers to keep the evil ones from hurting her at home. But many times on her way to on from school Hera would often come home with scratches, cuts and bruises from attacks. Her grandmother started making her wear a cross on her at all times because of this, but that didn't keep all the spirits at bay.

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Liam O'hara

Liam sighed as his sister yelled at him, she didn't understand why he did what he did. It was to protect his family, his sister and all they stood for. He didn't look at the girl who spoke to Cassie straight away, no he knew that if he did his sister would yell at him for hitting on the woman, but then again he did sort of deserve the reputation.

When he heard " And this is my dick of a brother Liam" Liam looked up at the woman, Hera, he remineded himself. " I'm not really that bad.." he says holding his hand out for the woman to shake. She wasn't bad looking, but he did have lines he wouldn't cross, and one of them included somone who worked at his family bar. " I just tend to live on the more wild side of the world that us hunters live in." he smirked and let his natural southern charm flow.

Toril Holtz

Pulling in to the O'hara tavern's parking lot Toril shut off her car and sat in the front seat just breathing. Some days like this one, her back made it so difficult to breath or move she just waned to curl up and cry. Not that she would ever let herself do that, not while she was around other hunters that already treated her like she was a cripple. She made sure to rise to every challenge or trial they had for her, it wasn't a matter of pride. Toril couldn't fulfill her destiny if she just laid around and had others do things for her. It wasn't in her, she was a hunter in blood and spirit.

Glancing up she noticed a car pull in to the tavern parking lot, she instantly regonized the car as the one owend by Hector, another injured hunter that did the job for the rush. Getting out of her car Toril smiled at him, " So if you're back in town that means you came up with a new stunt. Care to share?" she liked Hector, and the fact that he didn't let his injuries get in the way made her like him even more.

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Cassandra O'Hara


"Richardson" Cassie mumbled, recalling the name "I knew your grandfather" she smiled slightly, knowing that he had passed recently "he was a good man" she added. "I also have experience waiting tables, I'll be honest with you though I don't have no high school diploma or GED crap. I can tell you I'll work my ass off for you, but I really need a job I'm on my last tank of gas and I got stiffed by my partner on the last hunt I was on. The asshole left before giving me the rest of my pay, and I was left with less then half of what we agreed on". Cassie laughed slightly "oh sweetheart i don't think one person in this joint has a high school diploma, it ain't necessary" she smirked, giving the girl the once over, silently cursing herself for how easy she was willing to give people a chance, she knew nothing about this girl, but looking at her and her disheveled appearance made her want to give her a chance. "Okay darlin, I'll give you a chance" she smiled warmly.

Running her hand through her blonde hair "I'm guessing you don't have a place to stay?" she gathered, knowing the answer Cassie nodded "well, you can have one of the rooms out back, if you like?" she offered.

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Hector Dorothy

He smiled keeping his nerves hidden. If Hector was an honest man he might have asked her to help put the rest of the stunt together but Hector wasn't an honest man. "Just spreading the word will suffice." he said speaking with his usual confidence. A voice inside told him that he would only make the problem bigger if he spread the word but Hector quenched that voice with his own. "So who might you be?" he said turning towards the O'haras. There was a women with them that he didn't recognize and he didn't like not knowing things.
While awaiting his answer he looked her over. Her clothes weren't necessarily clean and he guessed she had probably just gotten off a hunt but didn't have the time to tidy up before going into public. He didn't like people who spent too much time on their appearance but he still felt that her looks pushed that belief. Her brown hair was done back in a ponytail but he could still see that it was just about as well put together as her clothes. Had he not known any better he would have thought she'd just been pulled from a dumpster. He could feel his smile slipping into a frown but it stopped itself when he noticed her eyes. She had the most interesting eyes he had ever seen with the swirl of grays blues and greens. He found that he couldn't take his eyes away from them but forced himself to knowing it would be awkward to just mindlessly stare into the stranger's eyes. He found himself avoiding eye contact and threw his attention to the O'haras. Liam had a cut on his head and Cassie was mad about it though she did a good job with her fake smile. Hector pulled so many fake smiles himself that it wasn't hard to notice another.

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Cassandra O'Hara
 

Hearing the door open, Cassie's head shot up, a smile appearing on her face as Hector and Toril walked into the building, she had to admit it was good to see them again and a wave of relief washed over heras it had been a few months since she had last seen them; it was in her nature to worry about friends. "Good to see you two" she said softly with a small nod, moving behind the bar and placed two cold beers in front of them. 

Leaning on her elbows on the long mahogany bar, Cassie smiled as she watched the people around her, she considered ever one of her regulars family and when they were all together she felt complete, although there were also those times when some would never return...those moments almost killed her. They had lost many people over the years but death was just one of those things you learnt to deal with at an early age when you grew up in the hunter lifestyle, it was a sad fact but a fact at that. Releasing a small smile, Cassie's smile faltered slightly as she thought about those who she hadn't seen in while and as a result was worried sick about, the Lucas brothers sprung to mind. It had been a while since she had last heard from Bill and Jeremy, apart from the texts and phone calls from Jeremy, which made her love the boy more, aside from that she hadn't heard much from her two favourite men (besides her brother.) The blonde couldn't deny how much she missed them both, Jeremy was like a younger brother to her, someone she was fiercely protective over, however with Bill they use to have something, something that made her believe  a happy ending could happen, the one main regret in life was letting him go. 

Sighing, Cassie brought her own beer to her lips, technically she shouldn't drink whilst working but she was the boss, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. Her attention soon turned towards Hector who seemed to be intoxicated with her new bar maid, rolling her eyes at them both she decided to play match maker, those two looked like they could do with a little fun"Hector, this is Hera, my new barmaid" she spoke mischievously, hiding her smirk behind the beer bottle. 

 "A little help?"  

The familiar voice, caused Cassie's head to shoot up as she swallowed the lump in her throat, it was Bill, her heartbeat quickened as she looked at him 'damn him for still being so freakin handsome' she cursed silently, before noticing an injured Jeremy being supported by his brother. "Jer" she gasped, worry filling her senses "What happened?" Cassie asked sternly, her voice carrying louder than she had originally hoped.

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Bill Lucas

"Thanks," Bill said as he was followed out to his car. "Damn dog," he mumbled, seeing the Beagle clawing at his passenger side window; he could hear her barking as well. He jogged to the car. "If you've scratched my seats then I'm getting my brother a new dog!" He pulled the door open and the dog jumped at him, attacking his face with her tongue. "I promise," he said to the dog, trying not to laugh as he pushed her off, "He's going to be okay." She looked at him with an all too smart tilt of her head, like she knew what he was saying, before she noticed the stranger. "That's Hector," he said. "Her name is Cherry. She's harmless, just protective."

Jeremy Lucas

Jeremy was a little nervous with a stranger helping him, but she was nice and he was glad for the help. Then, of course, Cassie's presence made it all okay. He smiled at her. "Save some of that ass kicking for my brother; he always gets mad when I make him worry." He really wished his brother wasn't so stupid because Cassie was amazing. "Sorry about this," he said to the ones helping him.

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Hector Dorothy

Hector stayed silent for once after Cassie gave her response. That certainly wasn't the answer I was expecting he thought reentering the bar. He had thought it was potential relationship like what she proposed for him and Hera, not the remnants of a past one. That completely changed things and for a moment he regretted bringing it up. It wasn't revenge anymore now it was.....a discovery he thought regret vanishing in an instant. This was a whole period in the life of his fellow hunters he knew nothing about. But he planned to he thought letting out a mischievous grin.
He was about to delve deeper into her past relationship when she stopped to look at her phone. Her face darkened in an instant and he knew it wasn't the right time. A moment later Jeremy fished out his phone and his face darkened to the same level of Cassie's if not worse. He heard Amelia ask what happened but took no notice. If both Cassie and Jeremy were devastated by a text at the same time then there was only one possible explanation. "Something has happened to Bill." he answered knowing Cassie and Jeremy were too distracted to answer Amelia's question. Hector had adopted his rare serious face because he knew this situation called for it. The room was silent as everyone grasped the situation.
Hector was a man of action and he had spent enough time worrying about Bill and was ready to do something. "So who's up for a rescue mission?" he asked around to the assembled hunters. He was genuinly asking this question because he wasn't sure of anyones answer. Jeremy and Liam may be too beat up to go but it was Jeremy's brother and Hector doubted he could keep him from coming if he wanted too. Cassie may be too emotional to come and he didn't know anyone else well enough to make a prediction. One thing was for sure, if this thing could get Bill then he couldn't handle him alone.

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Hector Dorothy

Hector whistled at the repairs the witch had done to the limb. The arm was good as new but his favorite feature was that along the fracture line there was now a black coating of plastic where the hole had been. He loved how it contrasted the transparency of the rest of the arm as if to make a statement of some kind. Not to mention that it was all he had gotten from the battle. Despite his protesting Pearl had insisted on healing every part on him leaving no scars to boast of later. He couldn't blame her for that though because if he planned on going back out to find Cassie he would need to be in top shape.
He watched as Amelia ran away fighting tears into the bathroom. He thanked Pearl who was too distracted with Amelia to really respond, and walked over to Jeremy. "You know she won't let herself cry there for long," he said stopping to lean against the door. "If were going to leave we should go now." While he awaited Jeremy's response he went around and scavenged some things that might come in handy. First he took the hell-fire knife from Amelia's purse along with other supernatural hunting equipment so he would have something to defend himself with. Appearances gave enough testimony as to why he wouldn't let Jeremy go out unarmed again. Next he made sure he stocked up on silver arrows for his crossbow. The woods outside Lumberton was where he had spotted the den of werewolves and if there was Necromancy at the base of this plot he would probably wind up facing them. Strange how things come full circle he thought with a chuckle. When he had enough arrows he stuck them into the knapsack he had folded in his pocket. Tying the strings around his waist he walked back to the door and held it open. "Coming?" He asked mostly to Jeremy but also to the newcomer, Hera, Pearl, Toril and Liam.