#hunter's code

Full Name: Daffodil “Duck” Cho

Gender and Sexuality: Questioning Cisgirl

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Half-Chinese, Half-White

Birthplace and Birthdate: New Horizons, 05/19/2154

Guilty Pleasures: Older music, junky foods, energy drinks, and fairytales

Phobias: Spiders, fire, and doctor’s offices

What They Would Be Famous For: Making an instrument out of her prosthetic arm

What They Would Get Arrested For: Besides being a part of an illegal mercenary group, it would be pirating music

OC You Ship Them With: No one, she’s waaaaay too young for that

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Her older brother Lei, out of brotherly love

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fairytales

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Damsel-in-distress

Talents and/or Powers: Can listen to a song a handful of times and then play it on the piano, weirdly strong, and super good with people

Why Someone Might Love Them: Adorable, really good at music, lovable and loves people, and just has a wonderful kindness about her

Why Someone Might Hate Them: A little obnoxious with certain people, if they’re a doctor, she bites, and if they hate kids.

How They Change: She learns that she is strong in her own ways and doesn’t need to follow her brother’s footsteps to get his respect.

I’ll answer it for both Jackson and Acrobandit my dude

8: What is your OC’s theme song?

Acrobandit: The Devil Within by: Digital Daggers

Jackson: Don’t Mess With Me by: Temposhark

16: What does your OC smell like?

Acrobandit: Lemon, clean clothes, and sweat

Jackson: Expensive cologne, shaving cream, and a hint of lilac.

19: What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

Acrobandit: Acrobandit solely listens to jazz music since it makes her feel free, her favorite songs are Lover Man, The Peanut Vendor, and Fever

Jackson: Jackson loves the Romantic period of music. He particularly loves the track he forced Acrobandit to make called Gretchen Am Spinnarade.

36: How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Acrobandit: She tends to live in her memories a bit too much for her own good, she’s very angry about the past, particularly what Jackson did to her and what she regrets in her past.

Jackson: He daydreams all the time, his imagination is wild. When he wants something or someone that he fantasizes about he fully intends to spend as much money, build as many buildings, and destroy anyone who gets in his way.

The sounds of the forest were fresh with smell of morning due all around. Nothing is here thought the red fox. No prey, no man, just me and the forest. He took another step towards the running stream teaming little insects and small squid like bugs. I know it's tasty and that's all that matters for a morning drink. It was a hard nights hunt for the young fox with only a few field mice to his name to keep his belly at rest. It's been hard since his fellow brothers and sisters have been taken by the man. He stalks him day and night. How many their are he doesn't know. All he knows is that every day could be his end with a zip and crack, he could be taken like the rest. Not this morning though. Just him and this brook and the-

Swippp! An arrow enters from the side of his head and crashes into the tree next to him ending the young foxes life like his unknowing brothers and sisters before him.

No men it seemed were in the forest except for short figure. A skinny thing all caked in mud to conceal it's identity but when it moved cooly towards it's reward you could see the youthful spring in it's step.

The muddy figure all covered in leaves to blend into it's surroundings was carrying 2 dead rabbits and a squirrel to go along with it's new catch of the day, a juicy young fox.

Yet when the youngster pulled out the arrow which felled it's prey it realised the fox was still moving. Although the arrow had penetrated it's skull the poor fox was still breathing slowly. The figure pull it's face towards the stirring fox.

The fox looked back into the hunter's eyes to see a younger man with sorrow and guilt. Then before the fox new it, it's life drained away through a bloody gash under it's neck.

As the boy watched the fox shut it's eyes for the last time he contemplated the swift change from life to death. He never meant for the animal to feel pain and suffer in it's last minutes.

He knew that the fox had done nothing wrong but this here, was the world they lived in. You fend for yourself, you look after yourself and you do all you can to survive the evils of this world.

With this final thought of remorse towards the fox, the boy pulled the fox under his arm deciding this would be enough for today's hunt.

Mother would be happy for another day!

Quietly making his way back through the forest from where he was so familiar now. The boy took care not to make noise. He knew other hunters could also be out in the forest around this time of the morning and it wouldn't be unheard of for hunters to steal from other hunters when it came to food.

Times were hard in England and you must be aware of the dangers surrounding you.

To his relief there was no one to worry about today. He walked the stretch of forest to find his home. A tiny cottage on the edge of the Forest. Baz the dog, a great black hound gave a welcoming bark in his direction which made him smile. A woman came out the front door and suddenly the world was a better place.

"Robert, how long have you been out hunting you silly sod, get in 'ere right now you dirty little thing! What have you been rolling in today? My lord! What 'ave you got there?"