Name: Vishal Kumar
Species: Hunter (Warden)
Occupation: Beekeeper
Age: 34 Years Old
Played By: Amélie
Face Claim: Dev Patel
"It’s most revolting coming from people who should know better. They’re called monsters for goodness’ sake."
TW: Sibling death
Born to Taniska and Haanish Kumar, orchard owners and protectors of Wicked’s Rest, Vishal was brought up as the third generation of Kumars living on Maine land. As such, he sometimes had felt closer to his American life than he did his family history. That faded away the more he grew up, the more he learned, and the more fae he came across. Much like his ancestors, or his genitors, he was a warden, and as such, meant to keep humanity safe from fae mischief. After school, he would head back to his parents’ farm, work on his times tables, knife throwing skills, placing all 50 states on a blank map, and generally finish the day with bruise inducing training. If anyone asked, he once again fell off a tree in the orchard, though those were the sorts of injuries that didn’t last very long on a hunter’s skin.
Sometimes he trained with his mother, sometimes his grandfather. His dad had been out of the picture for a while, the unfortunate victim of a sianach. He was unfamiliar with the beast which could only have disastrous consequences. One touch had sufficed to cause his demise.
After this event, the Kumars decided that they would always refer to a ranger or slayer if they ever were to deal with species which they could not sense, and on rarer occasions, they would even ask for the help of a shapeshifter or an undead person, when that proved more effective.
His sister, Devyani, would train alongside him and by the time he finished his own training, he was sometimes put in charge of hers. Training with his sister became one of his favorite moments of the day. They had always been quite close. Vishal knew that, for Devyani, he doubled as a brother and father figure which was why he made sure that she wouldn’t make the same mistake their actual father made. When the time was right, he would ask for help.
Sometimes, someone who wasn’t human was the answer. He had seen it work on more than a few occasions. Someone undead could easily infuriate a banshee, for instance, and you could always count on a shapeshifter to be swift on their paws, or scales and get control over a situation that could have easily escalated.
It was frowned upon respectively by either slayers or rangers, but everyone did that. Every hunter he knew had done it at some point.
Why would he have thought twice about inviting along a vampire to a faun banquet. Nothing could have possibly predicted the outcome. The night was warm, the sky clear, and as they approached the farmhouse where the music rang, he could feel the usual tingling on his arm, indicating the presence of fae. His sister felt the same, and their undead company seemed all too eager for the feast to come.
It all happened very fast. The faun tried to escape, the handful of humans still under their spell didn’t really have time to realize what was happening, busy as they were dancing on, and quite frankly, neither did Vishal, as half a dozen more vampires emerged from the shadows, to feast on fae blood, sure, but not only. The beguiled humans soon enough were fed on not by faun, but by undead monsters, and the wardens realized that they had trusted the wrong people. They should have run off, but the desire to fix their mistake was greater.
Sure, they weren’t the best equipped to deal with the undead, and anyone who had to cut off a head with a dagger would certainly understand that it was laborious. They took out one, and another, but they were outnumbered, and at some point, he lost sight of his sister. The music was drowned out with screaming, crying, grunting, and the sound of bodies clashing.
He didn’t hear her. Devyani, his sister, must have called for help, but he didn’t hear, and when he found her, it was already too late.
They had a small funeral. He could feel his mother’s eyes burning holes into the side of his head for most of the ceremony. Did she blame him, or did she blame herself? Although they were all suffering from their new loss, the Kumars couldn’t, and wouldn’t give up on what had been their family’s duty for generations. And so they kept on hunting, deciding to only rely on other hunters for now on.
Character Facts:
Personality: Resentful, impatient, kindhearted, passionate, stubborn, impulsive, scheming, social
Vishal’s family has lived in Wicked’s Rest for the past 3 generations and the Kumar family has had a stall at the farmer’s market for about just as long.
While most of his hives are on family property, he has a few of those all around town : both the city and local farmers are glad for the pollination and biodiversity.
Don’t get him started on the name of sauces. Ranch? Barbecue? What does that even mean? He will get annoyed. Just don't ask.
Ever since his sister has died, he has not been sleeping all too well. If he starts yawning in the middle of a conversation, don’t take it personally. Have you seen the size of the bags under his eyes?!
Vish reluctantly adopted his sister’s guinea pig Biscotti and the evil thing is at least partially to blame for his lack of sleep.
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Hey, turns out it's two years since The Circus came out. We had been stuck in this season for TWO YEARS, and we're still five months out from the season finale. Call me ignorant or whatever a stan might call me, but I think no season of any show, indie or not, should take this long to finish. Attack On Titan was way more respected, and people were sick of how their final season took TWO years to fully release.
If something's going to take that long, I feel like it should at least be halfway decent. The only thing Helluva Boss has going for it anymore is that it looks nice.
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Name: Battlelines
Species: Hunter (Any)
Status: OPEN
That’s the last time you work with monsters. You know enough hunters who don’t seem to mind making alliances when it suits them, as long as they aren't shocked by the occasional double cross. The particular double cross you suffered was worse than most, though, and cost you someone or something dear. You’ve decided other hunters don’t seem to take things seriously enough. Slayers working with fae? Rangers working with the undead? Enough of that. You’re personally going to put an end to this nonsense, even if it means pushing things or manipulating the situation to prove a point. But your personal hurt and vendetta may drive you to become more like the monsters you’re trying to kill than the hunters you’re trying to help.
VIEW OPEN HUNTER SKELETONS
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