#oc : Hunter Robbertson

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Felt cute. Might hunt some reagents for sport later idk

[the-hunter-himself]

OOC : Hey y'all, Alvin's here. I didn't expect to recieve many ask in the inbox and i'm really happy 😭💖💖 Thank you everyone for your interest in Hunter Robbertson ! While i may respond slow due to personal life and schedule, i will try to respond it all ! Once again, thank you everyone 🥺💖

The Hunter loves you, cheers ! 💖🐐

Art by : Rizka Ramli

[nicktremblaywayfu]

How they draw themselves on a sticky note

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When coyle x hunter huh???

Here they are

the gentlemen 👮🏻🗡️

Art by : Kino Art

[the-hunter-himself]

Bio of Hunter Robbertson

Name: Hunter Robbertson 

Age: 44 

Gender: Male (GNC)

Height: 185 cm

Birthday : 7 June, 1915

Occupation: Prime Asset

Favorite Flower : White Lily

Favorite Color : Gold

Animal Symbol : Ram

Personality: Confident, Sly, Natural Leader, Narcissistic, Generous, Caring

Short Backstory: A former Poacher and Hitman who fall under the experiment of Murkoff, Hunter lived a miserable life as a Reagent. After proving he deserved his freedom, Murkoff monitored his outside life and found that he was a suitable candidate for additional Prime Asset. Gaining his high life again, Hunter taught those Reagents the power of freedom Murkoff had promised.

Relationships:

Leland Coyle (Complicated, Romantic)

He had a complicated thing with the cop, mixed with anger, lust, conflict, and romance. Most of the time he took the dominating role against Coyle, toying around until he lost his temper and fought back to Hunter. But sometimes, they enjoy the soft romance they had with each other. Coyle loved the way Hunter kissed him (even though he hates him doing it in public), while Hunter enjoys Coyle’s Sweet Nothing. 

Mother Gooseberry (Close Friend)

A nice lady that was treated with respect by Hunter. They often had tea time together, and duet sang for her children. She loved how elegant his look and how good he is with art. They both also shared the same hobby; Taxidermy. Overall, they are fond of each other’s companion

Franco Barbi (Close Acquaintance)

While Franco liked Hunter’s dogs and his outfits, Hunter himself was not quite sure how to feel around him. While he still respected him, he avoided his anger and had disgust towards Franco’s milk obsession. This got worse after he knew what he did to the female big grunts, making him protective of Alvin and not letting her meet the bambino often.

Dr. Easterman (Unknown)

No one was really sure what things they had, but rumor said they had slept with each other more than once. Some said it was due to reasons of sexual frustration and confusion, priviledge, and of course, lust.

Danny The Big Grunt (Close Acquaintance, Friend’s Lover)

Overall Hunter didn’t mind Danny in his place. However, he did wish Danny would tidy up his appearance even just a little bit and clean up the blood on his body especially whenever he came to pick up Apin on a date. If anything happened to Hunter’s little big grunt, Danny would be the one he could trust the most.

Arlivin Wijayakusuma (Close Friend, Most Trustworthy)

Fellow reagents that turned into expop, they had known each other since the earliest they were in Sinyala. They had the opposite personality, yet completed each other. Hunter provided most of Apin’s necessity, including extra food and clothes. She lived under his care and in return, she guarded his place.

Trap and Bullet (Pets, Loyal Guards) 

Hunter’s hunting dogs. They were once his hunting mate after he was released. Failed protecting Hunter from a bear attack, which resulting on half of his face being mauled with several scars on his body, Hunter decide to punish them and taught them how to be a proper guard. Murkoff found about this and they were more than interested.

[the-hunter-himself]

(Ough side blogs can't send asks argh so I'll do it like this sorry, also sorry if this doesn't sound good)

The expop was roaming alone, using her weapon, a long lead pipe as a cane despite having leg support from her brace she's owned since she was a reagent. She cherishes it since Mr. Noakes was the one who fought to give it to her, because the actual medical team rather wanted her to struggle.

Somewhere in the distance she saw a tall man, silver hair, back facing her way

Due to her not so nice experiences with men in life and within Sinyala she was quite anxious to approach that easily. Watching him patrol until enough courage has been gathered to speak up.

"Excuse me, you're Hunter.. right? The new prime asset?" Almost shaking in her words as she stood still. Holding onto her weapon tightly like a shepherd's cane out of worry of possibly getting hurt again. Her arms being somewhat bruised in some spots, her face still a little red alongside her eyes as if she were crying earlier as she's just returned from the Police Department, being moved to Hunters environments soon after.

-Gabriella Garland

Hunter noticed the lot shorter lady behind him. Looking very young, maybe because Murkoff treatment didn't mess with her face. He knew some expops here with the age of 20 with the face of 40.

"Oh my, hello there." Hunter hunched a bit, hands on thigh to have a better look of her while she look up to him due to their height differences.

Hunter tilted his head, brows furrowed in confusion.

What class is she? She looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly.

Quite the opposite, with the scars, wounds, and bandages around her, it felt like the reagents and fellow expops bullied her instead. Which....tug his heartstrings.

He noticed some leftover tear from the corner of her eyes. Quickly, he pulled out his handkerchief from his suit pocket. "Are you crying ? Who hurt you, my poor little dear?"

Carefully, he wiped the tears and blood on the poor expop. he knew she might be nervous, perhaps scared that a taller man suddenly trespass her personal space and touch her face without even asking. But he couldn't have the heart to see this poor little one in mess.

"Here, let me just.." Then he went to pat her clothes from dust and dirts. Oh Hunter boy, someone need to teach you about manner on touching someone's body without permission, especially one you just met.

[the-hunter-himself]

Question for the original blog owner : Are the canon characters tied with another ask blog or it's your own interpretation ? Im curious because i saw Gooseberry ask blog headcanon her as lesbian and some people headcanon Coyle as gay (personally i saw them as pansexual)

Thanks for the answer

OOC : Hello anon, author's here. Everything in my ask blog is separated from another ask blog, as everyone has their own headcanon as well interpretation for the characters. So how i write Coyle could be different from how other ask blog write him. For me, i see Goose and Coyle as Bi. But for Hunter, he's a Pan. Franco may lean to Hetero for me tho.

-Cheers, Alvin

Art by Rizka Ramli

[the-hunter-himself]

*leans on your arm and just stay quiet*

He let out a long, deep breath. At last, someone who wasn't trying to pick a fight with him. He gently stroke the reagent's hair softly, making sure they are comfortable.

"The trials are sure rough for you people."

While ironically he has turned into the enemy now, he still have some sympathy. Many reagents that were thrown in his territory came back safely, with minimal damage. Of course, this only happen if Hunter saw no reason to kill them. But it was better than that gun-wielding baby, the mother with drill, or...the short pistachio sized cops that didn't know how to filter his mouth and sexual action.

[the-hunter-himself]

You ain't that great Hunter. There's still a lot better trophy hunter out there. Why don't you go hunt rabbit or something, those big games ain't for the scarred old man

The two of his dogs barked loudly, echoing through the empty museum. He just stood there, shook his head as he stared at the stranger reagent down below.

"Oh dear." Hunter cooed. "Tsk, tsk, what a warm welcome."

Hunter took off the leash of his dog, unleashing them.

"My good boys would like to give you some kisses for that, honey. Be wary of their size however, you might die of being crushed..."

[the-hunter-himself]

" Welcome to the Cabin in the Woods "

. Bio . Introduction . Gallery . Playlist .

An Ask Blog dedicated for Outlast Trials OC, Hunter Robbertson aka “The Hunter himself”. This blog will contains : 

Ask and rp obviously 

His daily diary

Aesthetic / moodboard post and reblog

Some Outlast Trials fanart 

And many more

Rules to interact : 

This blog will contain a lot of dark themes as well possibly animal gore description (however, there will be no graphic gore imagery). Everything here is for fictional purpose, and anyone who glorified / condoning such behavior (including real life animal poaching) will be blocked. 

Any kind of ask is allowed. NSFW is okay, including dark romance, gore, and pretty much Outlast type genre. However, please prevent asking something that has a noncon element inside. Dubcon on the other hand is still allowed.

18+ Ask and RP will be put under “Keep Reading”

Visual / art rp is encouraged. But it may take some time to respond.

Meme ask is also encouraged lmao. It never hurts to got a lil bit ooc for shit and giggles ;)

Romantic interactions from canon characters are allowed. Romantic interactions from OC are encouraged as well. While this doesn’t mean he will be officially shipped with another character, I love exploring more of his romantic side so have fun !

Sometimes i put OOC / Author note in the tags

All Anon ask about Hunter in my main blog will be moved to this blog

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask or contact my original blog @nicktremblaywayfu via dm / ask

"And i see that creature. Its horn coated in the most luxurious gold, with its red eyes starring right into my heart. It stood proudly, starring bellow at me from the top of the mountain, with its herd of white antler deers"

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Some people thought his animal symbol was a fox, but it's actually Ram. Despite titling him "fox" in a fic with Coyle, I give him a Ram as an animal to symbolize him based on his original look, in which he had golden ram horns

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What Hunter think about Franco? Did he like him?

" Lupara !"

"Ah, quite loud for a small man. But his strength is impressive, he will make a good small to medium-sized game hunter. This new kid on the block, he was a bit hard to charm. Yet Mr. Robbertson never fails to persuade anyone, whether men or women. He allowed me to touch his Lupara, an honor that nobody has here but The Hunter himself. It was heavier than it looked, but not as heavy as a regular shotgun. The way he saw it may have been a little bit too short. But it was as deadly as another firearm. I tried to shoot a wild dog in the facility, and I killed it within a second. A merciful death, a speed fun sport. Tempting, I'm thinking that maybe, I could enchant him to make him lend that lupara of his for one of my hunting dogs. Although, I'm afraid a fast death on my prey would bore me fast. I want my hunting game to die in beautiful, elegant way without damaging the skin. A gun, as tempting as it is, I still prefer my dogs and my simple knife. Overall, I could see why a little bird told me he was popular with the women back then. So long he won't trespass my ground and my league, he's out of my hunting list."

Bonus Hunter and Franco headcanon :

Hunter managed to charm Franco and made him trust his gun to Hunter. He did it by telling him his hunting story as well as all the trophies he get. He also compliments Franco's suit and hair, telling him he has a high taste of fashion. This boosts Franco's ego especially he has insecurity with how he looks, and the fact Hunter also wear a suit adding bonus points to their relationship.

Franco loved dogs, but never got the chance to get one. He never pity any animals except dogs. So when Hunter showed his Hunting Dogs and let him play with them, Franco immediately thought Hunter was a fun guy who could be trusted since he trusted him with his pets.

Franco thought Hunter's most loyal guard (Alvin) was a weird man.

At first, Franco wanted to laugh at Hunter's makeup and call him "Nancy". But after Hunter showed his strength and his aura, Franco was lowkey intimidated and wished his dad would also taught him on hunting animals too.

Sometimes, Hunter's narcissistic personality got in the way when Reagents swooned on Franco over him. He would attack the little man and hit him in the face. This of course caused a fight. But things cool down fast, and none of them take it as hard feelings for some reason.

Franco sometimes wished Hunter was a woman instead. He admitted Hunter had some beauties in his masculinity, especially with his makeup style.

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When Hunter coyle : " (((((

Hello lovely Anon

Yes, i heard and saw all those Hunter x Coyle request

Yes, i will prepare more of their content

No, i haven't got the time because I'm busy playing Trials 😭😭. However, once I have free time I will answer all these requests. In the meantime, here's some tidbit about them that I may or may not have posted here

[the-hunter-himself]

Gallery of Mr. Robbertson

Reagent Era

[the-hunter-himself]

Mr. Robbertson; An Introduction of The Hunter

Carefully sculpting the foam on his grasp, he ensured every little detail counted. The round eyes of the deer, symbolize the innocence of a herbivore as a prey animal. He let his skin trace the surface, feeling the early step on his soon-to-be mastercraft. He didn’t often show his scarred hand, always covering it with gloves. Only a few people he trusted had seen the history of blood and scars tattooing his skin. His chest huffed and puffed, in pride and joy. Taxidermy was always therapeutic for him, even if it took days to weeks, even a full month to finish. A beauty in the macabre of death, like giving the dead life once again in eternal perfection. It will never rot in the depth of the earth, no filthy underground creature will eat its skin, always on pose. He wished that one day, he would not be buried, but preserved in his beauty forever, being a part of history and making people amazed on his perfectness. Elegant, exquisite, gorgeous, all men and women will swoon even on his dead body.

After making sure he missed no details, he took one last look before putting the skin on the mount. Perfect, is all he could think. He carefully placed the synthetic eyes and skin on the mount, as its new “Skeleton”. An Albino White-tailed deer, with red glass eyes shining. Some who saw it would consider it either as devil incarnate, or a fallen angel. A beauty for Hunter. His fingers linger longer before he moves to the finishing part. Sewn the skin to cover the mount, putting it inside its eyelids, brushing it to remove excess fur. And here, at last, his new master craft.

Right before he put it in the museum, a loud bang from the opened door was heard, He looked behind, relieved it was no other than his most loyal friend, and guard. People would be horrified by her look, like looking at the legendary chimera creature. Half of her face was human, the other half was…lizard looking with the skin and flesh merged as one. Scars all over the other half face, some lines still bleeding thoroughly. Her teeth were human no more. She walked like a giant lizard monster in that Japanese movie. Hunched, robotic tail moving side to side, her legs being a bit disproportionally big from her body size while her feet were heavily deformed. On her back, you could see how they replaced her spine with a strange machine, glowing red like blood flow, and some bone spikes emerging acting like dorsal fins. The constant pain was all she felt. to the point she become numb.

“Ah, isn’t it my little Lizard monster ? Do you need anything? New clothes? Meat ?” He greeted her in warm arms, offering her necessity.

“Easterman needs you.” Tilting his head, he looked at her curious.

“Oh? The gentleman need me now?”

“You know it ain’t good if the guards told me to send the invitation message rather than telling you outright.”

Hunter frowned with his nose crinkled. What does he need now? Did I not satisfy him enough ? Hunter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

There in his elegant room, sleep two of his dogs. There was no duty assigned, so they used their leisure time to rest. Sat in front of his dressing table, he combed his hair and reapplied his makeup. An eyeliner to define his gaze, soft pink lipstick and blush on his cheeks, thick eye shadow to give him a smoky eye look, and some faint eyebrows pencil coloring. He gave a little kiss on his reflection, making sure his lipstick was correctly applied. Satisfied, he tidied up his suit and went to the Murkoff security that guarded his home.

“I’d like to meet the man himself, please.”

—

In the cold, almost dark room, there He stood. There was no restraint, just him standing tight nicely like a gentleman. Hands-on back, with a smile on his face. “I see I have not satisfied you enough, Easterboy. Do we need some…private time again?” Hunter looked through the camera lens, with a seducing look.

The shadowy man on the TV took out his cigarettes, exhaled the smoke, and sighed heavily. “I'm not here for some flirty time, Hunter. I need to talk about your performance.”

“Which…performance hmm?”

“Don’t act stupid unless you want the lower treatment, like the others.”

Hunter clicked his tongue. “Fine, I'm here to listen. Whatever for you, spoiled boy.”

“Your dog and your guard, teach them to be more resilient, fast, and agile. The Reagents assigned to your trials? They got it all too easy. In fact, I'm not even impressed with their A grade.”

“I believe they did a good job, Hendrick. It was just you that hard to satisfy. Sometimes I’m tired of doing everything you asked. Including..” Hunter hunched to focus on the camera lens once again. “..in Bed. Does your deary wife know about it? Or it’s because she wasn’t able to do it, hence asking me?” He whispered. “You need to know what is enough.” He stood straight once again.

Easterman exhaled sharply. “Are you trying to fight back now? Against me ?”

“No, I'm just standing on my side. Yesterday you praised me, and now, you criticized me despite the performance all the same. What was that for?”

“I don’t expect the perfect man I know to be stagnant, not showing any improvement. They have been the same for a whole month. I noticed many Reagents picked your Trial for easy grind. I don’t want them to find an easy way to quit just to escape. I want them…to learn.”

“Well, they are getting smarter. Isn’t that what you want? What should I do? whip my dog? I’m no cruel master. They are strong because they are trained with love !”

“You have become imperfect !”

Hunter was alarmed with Easterman scolded him. Imperfect.

“You hear me? You are the spoiled one. I gave you so much privilege, treating you differently, yet you become spoiled rotten. I expected your trials to teach them a valuable lesson, not some kind of easy way to escape. I am ashamed, I have picked many reagents that didn’t deserve their A grade and put them in lessons. And you, Hunter. If your trials failed to teach and produce high-quality Reagent that knows about our ideology in Art, History, and Trade…” Easterman inhaled his cigar, then exhaled it.

“I will take every privilege you have and put you in the same position as the others. Mark my word, you flawed hunter.”

“You take back that right now! You take it back you fucking fuck impotent piece of shit, worthless fuck that even failed to keep one fucking wife !”

The security guards rushed into the room and restrained him. Hunter struggled tremendously, almost overwhelming the securities with his stubbornness. One of them shot a tranquilizer on his neck as he was pressed on his back and finally tied up.

“Fucking god damn fuck !” He growled, trying to get up and fight the drugs inside. His soft manner turned into a wild beast, breathing heavily with growls as his eyes slowly become heavy.

“ I’ll come to your office and fuck you right there, Easterman.” He whispered as he looked at the camera.

—

“How’s the meeting ?”

Hunter slowly opened his eyes, lying on the floor of his living room. He groaned, trying to put his mind together.

“Doesn’t end well I see.”

“Shut up, Apin.”

She just chuckled and continued chewing her dinner.

He slowly got up, feeling his whole body and eyes heavy. He exhaled, sat as he gained his full cocnsious. There he sat, heads down thinking of his revenge. Imperfect, Flawed, what else he would call me?

“You got a job tomorrow ?”

“Hmmm? let’s see.” Apin looked up for a moment, “Nah. Tomorrow is the ladies’s turn to hunt those poor rats heh. I go chill with Danny.”

“Spare some time for me, we got important things to do.”

--

[the-hunter-himself]

What’s it like knowing that even a taxidermized animal has more charm than you Jäger? Must be hard to compete with something that doesn’t even breathe. Is it not? -🩸

Hunter took a really deep breath, giving a sign to stop his dog from barking. A silence, for him to hold his demeanor.

His chest huffed. "I take it as you finding a charm in my art crafts, my masterpieces. An artist....an artist should be proud when people praise his creation."

Oh deep down he would love to release his dogs again for them to have dinner, but he never know how many witness hidden somewhere watching this right now. There were occasion where he has to retreat for the sake of his own image.

"But go away, i do not wish to see you with that attitude. If you really wish to admire my creation without me, leave me be."

He knew that wasn't a genuine compliment. It was a mockery. A hurt one. But letting out his anger often was not worth it...