The youngest, and the last, in the line of Kanes, Eleanor is a Hunter. Some call the profession "Slayer", others refer to it as a "Monster Hunter". Whichever name you prefer to give them, the Kanes, for centuries, have been tracking and exterminating those supernatural beings that make the mistake of upsetting the natural order of life; killing innocents, exposing themselves to the Mundanes- atrocities one might consider morally obstruct and dangerous to the general peace of the populace. Hunters maintain that delicate balance between human survival and being prey.
There is a theory that for every poison existing in nature, there is a naturally occurring antidote. Where a poisonous plant grows, nearby is the antidote. Such is the case with Hunters. Where there are monsters in the darkness, there are those who slay them. They are there to protect the innocent, to stay in the shadows and be the unspoken heroes. It's a dirty, horrifying, unforgiving profession, but someone's gotta do it, right? The profession of being a Hunter covers a wide range of specific jobs, from anywhere to field work, such as Lenny's particular area of expertise, to weapons development, even research and exorcisms. There are things that go bump in the night, but Hunters are the ones who bump back.
But as with all things, there are caveats. Since Eleanor's birth, the Kanes have been, for the better part, an elite group of men dedicated to upholding the order between the Mundanes and the Supernatural. Humans trained in the occult, skilled in combat, and damn good at killing. Each generation acted in turn as an Elder to train the younger in their field. From century to century, they are equipped with a wide array of weaponry forged to give a human a fairly good advantage above the Supernatural, and the Kane mansion is rumored to have a library of the Occult that rivals those in the Hells. It is also rumored to hold a collection of artifacts to bring any museum of the paranormal to its knees in jealousy.
“Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will.”
"One thing I've learned about vampires-they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.”
A petite five-foot two, Lenny is often underestimated for her size, to the misfortune of those who have thought she's an easy target.
She is agile, muscular, and highly toned from a lifetime of dedicated training, due mostly to the physical need of being able to keep up with those she finds herself up against on a regular basis. A human hardly ever has the upper hand against the supernatural, even under the best tutelage.
Large, hazel eyes surrounded by a thick curtain of dark lashes are comparable to a doe. Innocent, yet fiery, they are complemented by soft features. Their deviously sweet appearance comes in quite handy when playing the card of ignorance, a favorite of the sharp Huntress...you lure in more flies with honey than vinegar, after all..
A mane of thick hair is usually kept in tousled, sandy waves, often loose and tumbling down her back, just as often as she forgets to brush it.
Most importantly, perhaps it is a genetic mutation, or some sort of curse on her family, the blood that runs through Lenny's veins is sugary sweet, a heady scent of honey that in more than one occasion, has nearly driven blood-drinkers to the brink of Ferality. A natural goal for someone afflicted with this type of nuance such as Lenny, is a fierce, determined search for both a cause and a cure.
“She was Hell on heels and used to getting her own way.”
- Relationship Status: Single -
- Orientation: Straight -
- Romantic Interests: None -
" Maybe they know what I know that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.”
“People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.”
Although it may not always be visible, Lenny is never without her silver Colt revolver, passed from generation to generation of Kanes, the family moniker engraved on the blessed barrel. The general consensus of the origins of the Colt have been agreed upon that the weapon was procured by Eleanor's great great great grandfather, given to him by a priest who had fashioned the revolver specifically for the purpose of hunting the Supernatural, as was apparent by the smithing from pure silver, and the ability to be loaded with everything from an average bullet, to wood-tipped, silver-tipped, and whatever else might come in handy against a creature with far greater strength than that of a mere human.
"Sometimes the monsters are real. Sometimes, those things that go bump in the night are truly the things of nightmares. And sometimes, the only way to win is to be the bigger monster."