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Tyler Richardson

Evil is only skin deep.

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

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Tyler Richardson


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Name: Tyler Richardson

Alias(s): Andrew Smith, Agent Baxter, Mickey Tyson

Age: 26

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 200

Physical Appearance: Tyler is a very handsome man. His green eyes are piercing and his face is chiseled to perfection. He can pull off a clean shave or a rugged look. His hair is a color between black and brown. He keeps his body in well shape for those annoying cases where he has to use some physical strength.


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Likes: Few things

Dislikes: Almost everything

Fears: Being all alone in the world

Personality: Tyler is a very complex character. As a boy he was the average child, needing attention and love, curious, sweet, etc. However, the drunkards he had for parents turned him introverted. He perferred hanging around on the edges of life because it was easier (in his opinion) not to feel left out and unloved when he was technically leaving himself out. It was like, if he didn't put himself out there then no one could exclude... A little messed up in the logic but that's who he was. After puberty hit, and suddenly he was very handsome, he could have worked his way to the top of social cliques, but with puberty came his powers, and they only made him worse.

To sum up his personality: He has the potential to be the ideal man, sweet, compassionate, strong, confidant, etc. His abilities and what came and comes with them have corrupted this potential.


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Family: Hera Richardson (younger sister)

History/ Backstory: Tyler had parents who didn't care about anything as much as they cared about getting high. Drugs, alcohol, nothing else matter to them. He often looked up to his older brother and never really understood how to act around his younger sister, she was a girl after all. As they grew, his older brother got into trouble and his sister was very close with their grandmother, who seemed to favorite her. He often felt left out as the middle child, often times not feeling like part of the family at all.

He kept it a secret when his abilities made themselves known to him. He saw the way his sister was treated by their grandmother who called it a gift, but his "gift" was a little bit different. He could see spirits too, but not just any spirits, he saw bad ones. Angry spirits, dangerous spirits, he could even see monsters inside of people (which he later learned were demons in meatsuits). He had the amazingly terrifying "gift" of seeing evil things. He could even see when a human was evil enough...

At first, he was scared for his family so he left. He thought that his "gift" was attracting evil things and that they would somehow know that he knew and he would be putting everyone in danger. However, he eventually learned that seeing wasn't his only gift... He could control, influence them. Weak things like spirits and other low-level monsters he could control completely, take full power over them, but things like demons and other hig-level monsters he could only push and persuade. He couldn't completely control them.

He took it upon himself to try and make the world a better place. For a while, after he could use his ability and understand it, he actually did consider his "gift" a gift... But recently he's discovered that there is nothing good about what he can do.

You see, you can only have power over something for so long before it starts having power over you instead. Somewhere along the way, something dark overcame him, twisting his simple every-day-human emotions into things for evil. One too many times he sent some kind of spirit to haunt someone who pissed him off. When he crossed paths with his sister one time, a short burst of resentment towards her and their grandmother made him summon a witch... Who he ended up helping his sister defeat, not that Hera knew he was the one that had brought her in the first place.

He can no longer keep his emotions in check, no longer has a hold on himself. He passed by the Tavern and felt such a longing for acceptance that it actually turned into anger and hate. He summoned a demon and influenced it to make everyone suffer like he had over the years. If he could still think logically and rationally then he wouldn't do anything to hurt any of the hunters, but the darkness in him doesn't care. It twists everything into evil.


Anything else?: Tyler can be saved. He can be saved from the darkness that has overcome him. He just needs someone, anyone at all, to pull him from the shadows.

So begins...

Tyler Richardson's Story

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Jeremy Lucas

Jeremy tried multiple times to get up and do something. That was his brother out there, dammit! He still couldn't bring himself to look at the picture on his phone... If it was bad he didn't think he could handle it... Or at least if it was as bad as he feared it was.

Anyways... He tried to get out there but just a deep breath was enough to make him cringe, which in turn hurt his ribs even more. Fuck! He hated being hurt! He had to watch everyone leave to help his own brother while he was stuck on a damn barstool.

Bill Lucas

Bill was able to breathe a little better now, the burning in his veins finally letting up. He wasn't sure where he was but assumed it was an abandoned house or something, most likely in the middle of nowhere. There was probably no one else around for miles...

Or maybe not.

He definitely just heard someone else breathing behind him...

He struggled in the chair he was sitting in, finding it incredibly difficult to move with his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied as well. The position was also seriously straining the aching wound on his shoulder, and his face was sticky from his own blood... Gross, but he had a more important problem right now. Who the hell was behind him? If he could just get his hands free he would make that damn demon pay.

He cried out as he fell from the chair, not able to catch himself. He landed hard, and his shoulder started burning again but no where near as hot as earlier. He had to catch his breath again before he could move, but he managed to sit up and look behind the chair.

"Cassie!" he yelled.

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Everything was going just as he had planned. He had found a relatively low-level demon that was easy to control but who was also pretty strong so it would be entertaining to see how much damage he could do.

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Hector Dorothy

Hector should have had the advantage against the demon. In all his calculations he didn't account for the sheer fury that Supernatural fought with. In the end the Demon had the advantage because it had hardly taken a scratch whereas Hector's arms appeared as if they'd been used as cutting boards. The demon was still brimmed with energy and it was all Hector could to hold him at bay. The Demon would make use of whatever opening hector gave him so Hector forced a pained smile as if to show the Demon that his attempts of hurting him were in vain. They were in a deadlock and it was taking it's toll on hector. It pained him just to lift his arm much less hold his sword with it. Luckily his prosthetic limb had no such strain and it acted as the only barrier between his sword and the ground. He only had so long before the pain would overwhelm him and the demon would have yet another hunter to add to his collection. To add to the pressure he knew he was the last hunter who could stand up to this Demon. Where the hell did Toril go he thought angrily staring down the demon. How long could it take her to park a car? She didn't even have to park it as long as she got herself over here.

He knew if he had any chance of winning this battle he would have to do it now while he still had the energy to. His silver coated weapons seemed to be having little effect on the demon and he hadn't brought anything else. Maybe I didn't have to he thought feeling the demons knife pressing against his hip as he circled the demon once more. At this moment he knew he could win this fight if he wanted to but this demon had information. If Hector killed him they would have no idea where he had taken Cassie and Bill had been taken. He would have to chat this demon up before he killed him.
"I have to say. Your the strongest demon I've fought in a long time." he said giving a laugh. His guard wasn't down as he spoke quite the opposite. While he spoke with the demon he hoped that the demon wouldn't notice that hector's more wounded hand fell to his hip where the dagger was hidden. "You flatter me." the demon said with a gaze just as intense as Hector's but with blazing black eyes to take it to the next level. If he was surprised a hunter had said something other than an insult to him he didn't show it. "Just being honest, why label it flattery," he said as innocently as possible through the pain. "But I believe we have other matters to attend to." The demon kept his features flat but it was obvious that some sort of alarm coursed through him. "Such as?" he said hiding it well. Hector knew he would never get a straight answer from the Demon. He thought up a risky plan but it may just get him the information he needed. He decided to go for it. "I'll make you a deal. We brawl right now. I'll drop my weapons and the winner gets what they want. Me, the whereabouts of my friends and you-" he said before he was interpreted by the demon. It was obvious thee demon was interested but shooting someone in the shoulder never put you on their good side. "If you win then you get a new meat sack to sport around." he said keeping his cool. Hector hoped the demon would be smart enough to look at the potential of owning hector instead of the current appearance. He could easily strike the others if he was disguised as one of their fellow hunters. There was a conflicting flicker in the demon's eyes as if he had to fight something inside to make this decision. "How do i know you'll stay true to your side of the bargain?" the demon finally asked. Hector smile broadened so slightly the demon couldn't have noticed. He had the demon hooked.
"We'll swear by the river Styx." he said slyly unsure how the demon would react to a hunter knowing this sacred underworld information. The demon was surprised enough that his face showed it before he quickly covered it up. The river Styx was one of the most worshiped things in the entire underworld and any promise made by that must be kept. It was so powerful that even over world creatures were held by it. Hector only knew of it because of the ramblings of a drunk demon right before hector disposed of it. He would have to chose his words carefully or face dire consequences.
"Fine then," the demon said still curious as to how hector knew this. "You first." Hector carefully chose his words before dropping the blade onto the ground. As soon as the demon had swore to tell hector where he had hidden Cassie and Bill, he charged. Hector was ready for him and brought the Hellfire knife to his chest. The Demon saw the knife to out but he had too much forward momentum to do anything. The demon crashed into Hector knocking him over, the knife buried deep into his chest. The demon's eyes were wide with surprise as he felt life seeping from him. He hadn't expected this kind of treachery from someone who had sworn on the river styx. With his final breath he gave Hector his information. He didn't want to carry that burden into the afterlife.
Hector just lay under the body of the demon becoming drenched in it's dark blood. The fall to the ground had pierced his pain threshold and every injury he had just gotten battled for attention. Hector couldn't help the silent tears coming from his eyes. he would have wiped them but demon blood was not a pleasant thing to get in your eye. Just as worried as he was of his injuries (which would probably hurt for awhile) he was worried about his deal with the Demon. At the time Hector believed he was right because he said he would drop his weapons and the knife wasn't his. Problem was it didn't matter what he thought, it mattered what the river thought.

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Amelia looked over to Hector and the demon, they were lying on the ground, a pool of blood around them. "No!" She shouted, limping over to the pair. "Hector! Hector!" She pushed the demon off him, he was fine except for a few cuts and bruises. She looked at the demons body, the Hellfire dagger was in it's chest. She reached over, she was cautious and her hand moved slowly, she grabbed the handle and pulled it from his chest, wrapping it in her cardigan and walking back to the car, pulling it in her bag. She grabbed a bottle of paracetamol, a bottle of clear water and a silver bottle of holy water. She went back to Hector and splashed Hector in the face with it, "You aren't possessed." She sighed in relief and then propped him up, giving him the pills and some water. She looked around, he was to big for Amelia on her own. "Toril, where are you?" She said as she sat on the road beside Hector. "That went well." She looked around and noticed a guy walking. "Shit." She stood up and dragged the demon's body out of sight, under the car she stole.

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Bill Lucas

Bill sighed in relief when Cassie spoke, that meant she was at least alive. "I have no idea what the hell is going on," he said, trying to move over to her. "Are you okay?" he questioned. Other than the sticky feeling of dried blood on his face, the pain of the cut down his cheek, and the hole in his shoulder, not to mention the lingering burn of Hellfire, he would consider himself fine. Okay. Maybe not so much 'fine' as much as 'could be worse'. He often thought in 'could be worse' terms; it helped make even bad injuries seem not so bad.

He almost reached Cassie when he hit his shoulder wrong and cried out. "Fuck!" He didn't whimper. He didn't!

Tyler Richardson

Tyler had watched the road-side scene from a distance. So it hadn't gone as well as he had hoped. His demon had been killed with his own knife... How pathetic. And there were two hunters locked up in the house that needed to be tortured. If his demon was dead then how could that happen?

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the two cellphones that the demon had confiscated. They belonged to the hunters, and it seemed that these two hunters had something for each other. He could use that. They both also seemed to have family at the bar... He could use that too. The only question was how...?

Using the woman would probably have a greater impact. He smirked as he approached the house. "The woman it is," he said to himself.

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Tyler Richardson

Tyler walked into the abandoned house that he found for the demon to hole up in. Well, it wasn't exactly abandoned.

Get out! a ghostly cry exclaimed as he walked through the front door. There was a very angry spirit that was stuck in the house where he was murdered. Apparently, the poor guy lived there with his wife who got tired of him. The crazy bitch poisoned him with his favorite meal, at least she was thinking about him.

Tyler ignored the yelling that only he could hear. Mad spirits were the most annoying, always yelling and whining. But they were easy to control. He waved his hand in the spirit's direction, silencing it immediately. "Shut up," he growled. "Go into that room," he said softly with a point, "And keep the guy busy. I'll get the girl."

The ghost disappeared into the room, he heard a shout, before he walked into the room as well. He went straight for the girl.

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Jeremy Lucas

"I'm going!" Jeremy exclaimed, trying his best to stand. He was proud of himself for only wincing a little bit. "Somebody give me a ride."

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As the spirit kept the man busy, Tyler reached the girl and grabbed her. He didn't want to hurt her... yet. He mumbled a little spell he learned from a witch a few weeks back, it put the woman right to sleep. He pulled her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He grinned at the man as he struggled with the ghost despite his injuries and his restraints. "See ya around," he said, leaving the room.

Bill Lucas

"Dammit!" Bill exclaimed, watching the man leave with Cassie. "Let her go!" he yelled. He had a feeling it was worthless but it made him feel a little bit better. "Shit..." he mumbled as they disappeared from sight. He heard a car start outside, and he knew they were gone.

The one good thing about being attacked by the spirit was the loosening of his bonds. He was able to get up and run around the room, dodging things and working on the ties on his hands. As soon as they were loose enough he grabbed the closest door and ran through it, bathroom. "Fuck."

He ran out of the room and groaned when he was slammed against the nearest wall. He was steadily beginning to doubt the healing of his wounds. This was seriously annoying.

Tyler Richardson

Tyler looked at the woman in the backseat through the rear-view mirror. He could sense a werewolf a few miles away. His plan was to offer her to it, she had to have a decent heart for his to rip out. That would certainly upset her little bar family.

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Jeremy Lucas

Jeremy growled past the pain in his chest, pain that wasn't entirely physical anymore. "I'm going. You're not stopping me. That's my brother!" He was very wobbly on his feet, but he trudged to the door regardless. He'd be damned if a couple fractured bones would stop him. He had been separated from his brother for a big portion of his life and after being reunited he couldn't imagine life without Bill. He wouldn't.

Cherry followed after him obediently. Although, her hazel dog eyes were far too perceptive and worried for just any dog. Not that Jeremy noticed; he was too busy trying not to topple over.

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Tyler noticed when the woman started to wake up. He offered a charming smile. "Good morning," he said in a deep voice, much deeper than his natural voice. The darkness would do that. "Don't worry," he continued, turning his eyes back to the road. "I'm not going to kill you. I don't even plan on hurting you," he added with a a grin.

He wasn't lying, he just wasn't telling the whole truth. He wouldn't hurt her but the werewolf that he could sense was very excited for the little blonde snack he was going to receive.

He stepped on the gas a little. It wouldn't surprise him if the other hunters were already on their way to rescue the man he had left behind. Tyler may have underestimated them a little bit. However, he was pretty sure that it would be too late when they found the woman.

If they found her...

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Jeremy Lucas

Jeremy grinned at Hector. "Coming," he replied. A broken rib or even ribcage would not stop him from helping his brother. He only wished he could have gotten a piece of the demon who attacked Bill. He would have thought of something very creative to do in return.

Bill had better be in one piece or there would be hell to pay.

Bill Lucas

Bill really wished he had his car. There was rock salt, iron, gasoline and matches, he could send the damn spirit to a resting place! But no, he had to be separated from his car and from Cassie. The bastard who had her better not harm a hair on her head. There was no way that Bill would allow anything to happen to her.

When he felt himself be thrown across the room, again, he decided that maybe he should try to help himself before he tried to help someone else.

Every time he tried to get out of the house the damn spirit locked him in. He was relieved that the thing at least didn't see the need to kill him yet. Thank goodness for small mercies, not that his aching shoulder would agree with that. But hey. When life gives you lemons or whatever.

If he had his damn phone he would call for help, but he was on his own.

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Tyler didn't reply to the girl, just kept driving. When he deemed them close enough, he pulled over and pulled the woman out, tossing her none too gently on the ground, still bound. "We're here," he said. "It was a pleasure meeting you, but I have to be going now."

And then he got in his car and left her there. There werewolf would reach her within seven to ten minutes. She didn't look very strong or anything so it would rip her heart out within maybe five minutes. Her friends didn't know where they were so they wouldn't find her.

Vengeance was sweet.