"Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity."
Name:
Anton Taylor
Nickname:
None
Age:
21
Origin Story:
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Character:
The Huntsman
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Likes:
â Anatomy
"The psychical appearance of a human is remarkable. It's intricate, delicate, and oh so unique."
âDanger
"I guess a part of me wants a quiet lifestyle, but in the end the reckless side of me wins."
âMirrors
"Ever since my last employer I've grown fond of mirrors. They reflect what other people see."
â Winter
"Everything is dead, enough said."
â V-42 stiletto
"I have a strange attachment to the objects I use to kill"
Dislikes:
âź Apples âź Dishonest People âź Backstabbers âź Selfishness âź owls âź Cheapskates âź
Fears:
ăAtelophobia ă- "I need things to be perfectly done."
ăDrowningă- "I know how to swim, I just choose not to."
ăDying without anyone knowingă- "While I may not seem like the type, I don't want to be alone. "
Hobbies: â Hunting â Science â Drawing â
"Many people don't know this, but I draw a lot."
Strengths:
ăDivergent Thinkingă - Not all situations are the same, and some prey are harder than others. I use my creativity to think up the most effective way of killing something.
ăShootingă - While he prefers the knife over gun, he's still pretty good at shooting from distances. A crack shoot of sorts, but he'd much rather kill the thing up close. It makes for less of a chance of them escaping.
ăLoyală - He's very loyal to someone whom he trusts. He can tell if someone will back stab him, and will do the same to them.
Flaws:
ïč Cooking ïč - Everything he cooks end up in either flames, destroyed, or inedible. Anton tries, he really does, but food doesn't seem to like him.
ïč History ïč - History to him is like reading a book you don't care about a hundred times. Everyone has a past, and everyone has a future, no use dwelling on what should have happened. If things were perfect, life would be incredibly dull. Because it's not what you say about the past, it's what you do about it.
ïč Kindness ïč - Being kind in his line of work isn't very helpful, especially when he's hunting them. It makes the job a lot harder when he has an attachment to those whom he kills.
Personality:
Hunters were meant to be cold, ruthless, and void of emotion. Theyâre surpassed to kill without any attachment, and obey their employers every command. Being a bastard was in the job description along with narcissism and gluttony. Although to be fair, Anton isnât quite like other hunters. No, he has a heart and he berates himself every day for it. Caring is not an advantage, and even if it was it isnât. He had to learn that the hard way.
Unlike the stereotype heâs meant to be, he isnât ruthless. Rather he pities them enough to let either let them send a message to their loved ones, or make the dying process easier. While both have the same outcome it makes him feel less bad about what heâs doing. Some twisted people might actually say he has a lot of valor for doing that. But thatâs why theyâre twisted, because he knows what he does is wrong and yet he cannot stop himself. Itâs his sixth sense, to kill or be killed.
If a pedestrian saw him on a normal day they would describe him as a bit odd, but a nice bloke overall. And that would be true, some of the time. Anton tries to keep his work and his âlifeâ as separate as possible. That arrangement gives him the normalcy he needs, but keeps the danger that excites him.
History:
By the time he was in his eleventh year his father taught him all his tricks of the trade; scoping the area, shooting from afar, hand to hand combat, and even the most painless way to die. Anton was fascinated by everything his father did. From the unwavering stare his face held to the steady hold of his gun. His mother was the one who got him into anatomy. She was the doctor for the family, never wanting to go to the hospital in fear of recognition from past clients. But they always reminded him and his sister one thing; the victims they kill were people too so show respect.
In twelfth grade his family was murdered by a vengeful clientâs friend. He struck while they were sleeping making sure they were defenseless. Anton was working out late that night for he was slacking the whole week. Needless to say when he found his family with their entrails everywhere all he saw was red. He tracked down the murderer and killed him in the most painful way possible. The next morning he realized what had happened and buried his familyâs bodies. Oddly enough he felt no remorse for either of them. It didn't quite sink in yet.
Since then he had stuck to killing animals for food and for relief. It wasn't that he was poor, oh no. He wasn't poor at all. He just liked to hunt.
When he turned twenty his third job came to him in the form of a beautiful woman. All she told him was that a girl by the name of Snow White was to be killed, and her heart taken out and brought to her. He had accepted of course, knowing the money he would get for the job.
He found her in the woods, crying her pretty little eyes out while sitting by a tree trunk. Anton understood why his employer wanted her dead. She was gorgeous, enough to rival her beauty. Too bad he knew the queen was going to kill him after he brought her Snowâs heart. He let Snow White go with the promise of not killing her.
Turns out he was right in his instincts. He brought her a pigâs heart with a plan in mind. Give her the foolâs heart and see if she tries to kill him. She did, and he knew what had to happen. Right before he put the blade to her throat he whispered, âSnow Whiteâs alive, and that my dear friend, is a pigâs heart. â
If revenge was sweet, killing them was the most delicious dessert of all.
Other:
- The feeling of his parents death hasn't quite gotten to him yet.
- He likes Red Velvet Cake a lot