Steven Van Helsing
@helsing_steven
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A hunter of evil. I'm everything paranormal rolled into 1. RP. 21+ (Not Jason Scott) #FAKE account.
Joined September 2020
"I come from a long line of hunters. Just not the type of hunters you're thinking of. I'm a Van Helsing. Hunting things that go bump in the night is in my blood." Original Character Descriptive Not the real Jason-Shane Scott Friendly writer Open to RP but selective Drama free
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The Hunter is back. I once hunted out of obligation to my family and my guilt. I became hunted at some point. I won't be hunted anymore. I am Hel. There's nowhere to hide once Hel is coming for you.
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"I'm here damnit! What the hell do you want with me?" [Internal monologue of a disembodied single voice speaks.] "I want you my son. I want you." End.
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a boyish fear stands up in defiance. Screaming loudly to the voices he hears. His hands tightly clenched into fists. His knuckles becoming white, the veins in his hands plumping up and showing. Streaking up his muscular arms shooting straight up to his neck. 10 >
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his closet. But it's not inside his closet. It's inside of him. The voices begin to take a toll on him. The bombardment of voices become a unnesnion of many chatting ... calling out his name. "STEVEN, STEVEN, STEVEN, STEVEN!!!!" Finally he gets fed up and in anger mixed with 9 >
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His hands cup around his ears and head and squeeze tightly as if that would cease the voices from entering his mind. Hel's legs bend upwards touching his bent arms he sits balled up. He embodies the image of a frighten little boy scared of the Boogeyman that hides inside 8 >
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his motel room. His muscular body sitting on the gray cement sidewalk just outside his door. His back leaned back against the cement style wall of his motel room.] Hel couldn't control the voices that were dominating his mind and heart. Automatically his body reacts. 7 >
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it vibrators through his body like an earthquake.] "steven. steven. steven. STEVEN!" Why do I still hear them, even now? Why won't it stop? Make it stop dear God. Make it stop. [Going from the interior monologue to the exterior of Steven's mind. Steven sits outside 6 >
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Slowly so did everybody else. [The internal monologue within Hel now is consumed by embodied voices that are calling out to him. He hears it inside his head and in his heart. They echo in a row. Each voice he hears is a weak one until the last one seems so close 5 >
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a dream this was a memory! This was a damn memory of nearly everything that happened the night my Grandfather was killed. I did that. I killed him! Everything changed that night. I didn't belong in the family anymore. My Grandmother stopped communicating with me. 4 >
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gone unanswered. What lies have been buried by my Grandparents that they didn't want me to know about? Damnit! Why now? I can hear them in my head. Their voices are calling out to me. I can't push them out anymore. It's stronger now after the dream. Wait, it wasn't just 3 >
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It happened. My Grandfather died because of my arrogant ignorance. There are more red flags now. Easter eggs that have been exposed. Why were there Werewolves wanting to me and my Grandmother? How was it that she and I heard them calling to us? So many questions that have 2 >
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It Was Only A Dream. I can't help but to feel the weight of guilt become heavier than before after the dream I had. It was all my fault. Everything I did was my fault. Why didn't I listen to them? I was told to remain inside. I failed to listen. It wasn't a dream. 1 >
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#ReflectionWednesday. If you learn anything in life it's that you can't change the past. But you can correct the imperfections from it. I'm learning to correct mine. It's taking me a lifetime to let go from my past and the things I've done that can't be taken back. I'm trying.
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on his pec. "It's all right, Hel. It was just a bad dream. It was just a dream." End.
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cold sweat. His chest glistens from the sweat that covers his bare muscular chest. His chest heaving with heavy deep breaths. Gasping for air when his body automatically props up and sits upwards. A tender touch is placed on his chest. Slender, feminine fingers resting + 50
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pierces through Henrik's back and out his chest killing him. The jerk reaction of Henrik's body as it thrusts forward causes the teeth of the werewolves to sink in. Ripping Henrik's arms off his torso. The adult Steven screams. Both in his dream and as he wakes up in a + 49
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flaw. Barely landing on his feet, his forefinger on the trigger launches out a single bolt. Katalia runs out just in time to see the moment when Henrik's life is taken. She screams out to Steven just as the bolt launches the slightest move redirects the bolt that now + 48
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sunk in deep enough to puncture the skin. Steven storms out of the house slamming the screen door of the porch behind him. While jumping off the top step and pulling up a weapon from his right side. In his hand, he holds and aims a loaded crossbow with a flaw, a hair trigger + 47
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embeds itself between the eyes. Steven hears his younger version arguing that he needs to help his grandfather. Somehow he gets past his grandmother who was blocking the door. The two werewolves that lurked in the darkness grabbed Henrik by each wrist. Their teeth had not + 46
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