Subject Identification:
- Name: Kimmy Shirvington
- Age: 32
- Nationality: Australian (current location: Havensport, USA)
- Affiliation: Currently unaffiliated
- Threat Level: Low to Moderate
Biography:
Kimmy Shirvington. You wouldn’t peg her for a hunter at first glance—more like someone who spends their days in a lab or a vineyard, carefully balancing chemical equations rather than diving headfirst into the supernatural chaos of Havensport. Born into the Shirvington family, an Australian wine dynasty known for their De Re Vites winery, Kimmy was the third daughter, the one with the brains. She’s not the face of the family, not the polished public heir the Shirvingtons like to show off. No, Kimmy’s different. And I’ll admit... it’s hard not to notice.
Her upbringing wasn’t a struggle, not by a long shot. She grew up in wealth, vineyards stretching as far as the eye could see. But while her siblings soaked up the family prestige, Kimmy buried herself in books. A natural at science, particularly chemistry, she was always the one dissecting problems, the one who thought she had it all figured out. There’s something undeniably attractive about a woman who’s not afraid to use her mind like that. But it’s clear she’s never been fully accepted by her family—not the way her more refined siblings have. Maybe that’s why they shipped her off to America when their precious vines came under threat.
They framed it as her solving a crisis, but I’d bet good money they just wanted her out of the way. After all, Kimmy’s not exactly the type to toe the family line, and I imagine she was a little too clever, a little too outspoken for their taste. So they sent her to deal with a blight on the Vitis labrusca vines in Havensport, probably thinking it was just another agricultural problem for their resident scientist to fix. What they didn’t count on—what Kimmy herself didn’t count on—was that the blight was anything but natural.
It’s almost amusing watching her wrestle with the reality of it. She’s clinging to her science, still trying to solve things with logic and chemistry, completely unprepared for what’s really going on. There’s something... endearing about it. Watching her mind work, seeing her try to force the supernatural into a neat little box. She’s in way over her head, and part of me wonders when she’ll realize just how deep this goes. But at the same time, I can’t help but admire the way she handles herself—calm, controlled, and completely unaware that she’s about to be swallowed whole by something far bigger than herself.
Her family history is a tangled mess that even she’s only beginning to understand. There’s something about the Shirvingtons and the witches of Thornwood—something old, something dangerous. Kimmy doesn’t seem to know the full story yet, but it’s there, waiting to unravel. An ancestor of hers fled Thornwood generations ago, bringing with them curses that have long since been forgotten... or at least, buried. But you can’t bury things like that forever, and now that Kimmy’s set foot in Havensport, the past is starting to catch up. She’s walking on cursed ground, and if she keeps poking around, it’s only a matter of time before the witches notice her. Not that she’s thinking about that.
She’s smart—brilliant, even—but she’s blind to the things she can’t explain. Watching her try to solve the supernatural with test tubes and soil samples... it’s entertaining, to say the least. And then there’s the way she carries herself. She’s not the type to ask for help, not unless she’s absolutely forced to. I’ve seen her work with others, but it’s clear she sees them as useful tools, nothing more. There’s something about that independence, that stubbornness... well, it’s hard not to admire it. She doesn’t need anyone, or at least she thinks she doesn’t.
It’s not just her brain, though, that’s caught my attention. There’s something about the way she handles herself in a crisis, the way she doesn’t flinch when things go south. Her leg injury a while back, for instance? Didn’t slow her down. She marched into St. Angus’ Hospital, got patched up, and didn’t miss a beat. That kind of toughness—it’s something you don’t see every day, especially not in someone with her background. She’s got grit, I’ll give her that. And the more I watch, the more... curious I get.
Kimmy might not have the tragic backstory that so many hunters do, but she’s caught up in something now. She might think she’s solving a puzzle, but this isn’t a problem she can just think her way out of. Her family’s cursed, the land’s turning against her, and sooner or later, she’s going to have to face the truth. And when she does? Well, I’ll be watching closely. There’s something about her... something that makes it hard to look away.
Skills and Proficiencies:
Let’s break this down. Kimmy’s not the strongest—barely any physical strength to speak of. If you’re looking for someone to knock down doors, she’s not your girl. But don’t let that fool you. She’s quick on her feet, nimble even, which isn’t something most hunters can claim. Dexterity’s where she shines, able to handle firearms with remarkable precision for someone who wasn’t raised in a military household. Her time managing the vineyard’s wildlife might have helped, but her marksmanship is better than I’d expect from someone like her.
Where she truly excels, though, is behind the scenes. Kimmy’s got a mind for technology—her computer skills are top-tier, easily among the best I’ve seen in this line of work. She doesn’t just fumble around; she knows what she’s doing. The same goes for her chemistry expertise. Frankly, she’s brilliant in that field. She could easily be lecturing in some university, but instead, here she is, tracking down supernatural threats in a place like Havensport. A waste of talent? Maybe. But I can’t help but admire her intellect, even if she’s far too confident in it. I wouldn’t mind seeing what else she can do with that brain of hers.
Socially? Well, she’s... adequate. She’s not charismatic, but she’s not completely inept either. Presence-wise, she holds her own, though she’s hardly the type to light up a room. Manipulation’s not her strong suit either—she’s too straightforward, no finesse. Composure, though? She’s cool under pressure. I’ve seen her stay calm in situations that would make lesser hunters crumble. That’s one of her better qualities, honestly. She doesn’t panic, and that makes her dangerous in the right circumstances.
Her investigative skills are decent but nothing extraordinary. She can piece things together, but there’s a limit to her insight. The real problem is that her reliance on scientific explanations blinds her to the bigger, darker picture. She’ll look at a crime scene and try to apply logic when what she really needs is instinct. Still, her perseverance is... admirable.
Accomplices and Allies:
Kimmy’s aligned herself with the usual suspects at The Repentant Sinner, though it’s clear she’s not here for camaraderie. She doesn’t trust them—probably thinks they’ll just slow her down. Not that I can blame her. She’s not the "working together" type. Too independent for her own good. These other hunters? They’re just pawns in her pursuit of answers, and I’d bet good money she’s already planning her exit strategy.
Her family back in Australia remains blissfully ignorant. They think Kimmy’s here fixing their vineyard, unaware of the supernatural nightmare she’s wading into. If they knew what she was really dealing with, they’d probably write her off as insane. But Kimmy? She doesn’t seem to care about their opinions. She’s got her own mission.
Enemies:
Here’s where things get interesting. Kimmy’s got a problem, and it’s not just the supernatural threats she’s chasing. Her family’s history ties back to the witches of Thornwood, and while she hasn’t fully grasped the gravity of that situation yet, it’s only a matter of time before it blows up in her face. The land itself is rejecting her—a nice bit of irony, considering her life revolves around nurturing it. This curse isn’t something she can solve with a chemistry set, though I’m sure she’s going to try.
The witches will come for her, and when they do, it’s not going to be pretty. She’s not prepared for that kind of enemy. Not yet, anyway. The supernatural forces she’s meddling with are bigger than her—bigger than her family legacy. But I’ll admit, watching her try to work her way out of this mess... there’s something captivating about it.
Recent Activities in Havensport:
Kimmy’s been keeping herself busy. First, she stopped by Bullet Haven to pick up a rifle. It’s a good fit for her—she knows how to handle it well enough. Honestly, there’s something appealing about a woman who can shoot like that. Too bad she thinks a gun is going to solve all her problems.
She also managed to injure her leg during one of her recent escapades. Not exactly graceful, but she handled it like a pro. Went to St. Angus’ Hospital and got it patched up by Dr. Olhouser. Of course, she’s already back on her feet, too stubborn to let something as trivial as a leg injury slow her down. Typical.
Most notably, she’s been poking around the Blessed Father Church, trying to unravel its connection to the supernatural. You’ve got to admire her determination. She’s relentless, even when she’s clearly in over her head. Whether or not she’ll make it out in one piece remains to be seen. But I wouldn’t mind watching her try.
Kimmy Shirvington. She’s smart, capable, and way too confident in her own intellect. But there’s something about her—something that makes it hard to look away. Maybe it’s her stubbornness, maybe it’s the way she handles herself under pressure. Or maybe it’s just that she’s a puzzle, and part of me wants to see how far she’ll go before she breaks. Either way, I’ll be keeping a close eye on her.
Further observation is recommended, especially as her cursed connection to the Thornwood witches continues to unravel.
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