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My Character:

Kaim Delrin
>Known as: Kaim, Lord Delrin, The Ravenstrike
>Age: 23
>Gender: male
>Race: human
>Class: demon hunter

Appearance:
>Hair: dark brown, falling in an organized chaos about chin length
>Eyes: dark brown
>Skin: lightly tanned
>Height: 5’10”
>Build: lean but well muscled, cut
>Special Markings: every so often lines appear across the skin about his temple and left hand, like flat, light grey painted-on veins that squirm. However, they don’t stay visible for long.
Attire:
>Clothing: dark grey mostly, wool.
>Armor: A patchwork of pieces, all dark blue in a dull sheen with some worn off bronze etching. There is a breast plate, a shoulder-guard over the left, gauntlets, a buckler on the left, and greaves.
>Others: he started wearing some brown leather gloves when the lines appeared first.
Arsenal:
>Primary Weapon: The Ravenstrike: a long, flat bladed sword, two handed with a guard which arcs up over the grips. There is a spike pommel, with spike angled quillion. The flat of the blade turns darker in battle, like a deep blue, while the tapered edges remain a high silverish sheen.
>Magic: all associated with the Ravenstrike. He still does not know the extent, though.
>Fighting Style: Very fast with spins and kicks. It seems elaborate, but generally is very effective and catches enemies off guard.

>Personality: He is quiet, with a shy smile and dark eyes. When one he is loyal to is threatened, he will fight to the death for them.
>History: His village was attacked by vampires when he was just a boy. As the tale goes, he killed the leader and took his sword, the Ravenstrike. Whether that is true or not, who knows. He wandered after that, training himself, and taking up the hunting of demons. Recently he has become a quite acclaimed hunter, and many villages call for him when danger comes.

(((umm..... they don't have guns in medieval era or style. Is there any way you can modify that to fit a medieval technology and standards world? Please?))

((Sure thing ^^. Here's the intro.))

The fire was burning low, golden embers struggling to hold on to the thick grey about them. No hand moved to throw another log on the pile, no mouth to shower it with fresh air. All eyes lingered on the fading remnants, lost in their own thoughts. None would disturb the other. The peace was too precious.

Deep brown orbs were filled with sorrow, guilt. The one they belonged to sat with legs curled to the chest, arms wrapped protectively around them. He moved the least of them all, not even the wind daring to rearrange a chocolately lock upon his head. He would remain there, even as the others left. He would remain there, even as the others left. He would not even look to their departure.

Blonde locks slid from their place, woman not bothering to rearrange them. She stood, worried blue eyes locking on the young man across from her. Soft lips moved, their speaking just as gently. If he heard, it did not show. A tear touching her cheek, she moved away, vanishing in to the ruins.

Another set of blue eyes looked up, calm and collected. His face spoke of questions though words came not. He waited only a moment before moving from the fire. No matter the want for distance he did not stray far, gazing dully out over the sea of golden grasses. His darker counterpart took no notice, watching as a few more spots of light fell to nothingness. If he did not do something soon, it would go out.

But there was nothing he could do. They were all just memories, forgotten and left behind.

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The village was defiant, though small. There would be no talk of allegiance, none of this "peace" the ambassador spoke so valiantly of. They could not believe it. And so the negotiations were turned down, the messenger thrown out. Word of it had reached the castle before the failed negotiator, and the General was in no way happy.

Cold blue eyes watched the window, one fixed on the city gates, the other staring through it. That alabaster face showed no hint of emotion, or the irritation of defeat, only a frigid mask, as it had been too long for memory. There were chains of duty holding him to his way, and he would not stray from it so easily. Matters had to be taken care of.

A scream echoed clear in the night, pure as it trumpeted the fear the one emitting it truly felt. Another joined it, then another, a great chorus of pain and suffering. Even out in the fields he could hear it. It was like a thousand, a million, terrified voices all rose up in one and then..... silence. The great flash of light had come, taken them all away in one great swoop. As he ran back to the city of his home, he could see the buildings burnt and melted to their foundations, twisted forms of things he had once known.

"We cannot allow such.... rebellion against the ways of good and peace. Send Lord Silenus. I'm sure he's just dying to get back on the battlefield."

His ashen lips did not move with speech, nor did his throat. There was a slight indent where his vocal cords would have been, but that void was not easily spotted. Ornate armor nearly reached so far up his neck, lovely designs of a time long past. He could only see the bronze etchings in memory, though. No mirror would allow him to feast on such beauty any longer...

He staggered, legs weak as they fought not to collapse. Though the majority of him felt frightfully cold, there was still the stingy fire of his wounds, and the bright blood which gushed from them. Vision was hazy, though those who did the damage could still be made out from the line of stone columns, the bright glare of candles and torches. They seemed.... sad.

Those icy blue orbs slid shut, warding away the wisps of the vision. He could feel it still, even if he forced it away. Something of the fair Lady Raine had been kept with him...

"In the end... Tel'evin was avenged.... wasn't it....?"

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Kaim spun, blocking the attack and moving in to his own. The blades collided with a great shower of sparks, a kick following to knock the opponent back. The fiend screamed as Kaim rushed forward, its moving back not quick enough. In a rush the young man ducked down, heel catching in the ground as a pivot, his spinning low with the blade in a deadly arc. Within moments the fiend fell to the ground, legs cleaved straight from its body.

The dark eyed youth did not stop there. Calmly he stood, walking to stand over the shuddering vampire. He could see the fear in its gaze, that fleeting glimpse of humanity... Kaim paid no heed. In an angry thrust, he brought the blade down, its cleaving clean through the neck of the beast, stuck now through the ground below it. A last shriek exited its fang filled mouth before it fell completely limp, lifeless. Kaim still had to be sure, though.

"Burn the body."

A few of the villagers gasped in horror, but after a moody glare, they nodded and obeyed. Kaim merely had a chance to pull his grotesque sword from the corpse before it lit ablaze, the flames heating him from the chill of night. Five other bodies were still strewn about, those also succumbing to the fire. The cycle was stopped.... for now. But what was one man to an army? He could not battle the hordes of undead alone.

"Mister, wait, please! I want to thank you!"

Kaim's head turned slightly, brown eyes seeming hostile to the child. The kid took a fearful step back, water glossing those big eyes. Seeing the hurt, Kaim sheathed his sword, forcing on a smile. His head was pounding, body shaking with fatigue, but he could put on the mask for a poor child. It seemed to work, the kid giggling and smiling, offering his thanks. Luckily Kaim had stopped the vampires just before they could get the children... If only he had been so lucky before.

"Lord Delrin, my village gives you our thanks. How might we repay you?"

"I need no payment. Just feel blessed I came in time." With an angry flare of his cloak, Kaim turned, walking away without another word. He would buy himself a room in the local inn, stay for a few more days before finally departing. The danger might come back, so his job was not done yet. He had to make sure they would be safe...

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Three villages. After sixteen years, why had it started again? Kaim could not stop asking himself, that constant cycle of morbid thoughts continuing on and on. He thought his village had been the last. He thought Raven was their leader.... and that with his death, the brutal killings would end. Kaim knew he had been wrong in that assumption, and that it had cost many a life. The first village which had called was already gone when Kaim arrived, but the next three... he had saved them, but it still could not make up for all the others. Nothing would.

Another village was sending out word for all demon hunters, begging for them to come to aid. It was only in the first stages of attacks, but the chain was unmistakable. First the fields were set aflame, the crops burnt to dust. Next the livestock was slaughtered, left as a gristly treat in the town square. The following night the children were abducted, leaving only streams of blood where they had previously been. The last stage was the burning. The survivors were all murdered in the night, and the village was set aflame, leaving nothing but the charred ground upon which it had once been. Kaim refused to let the cycle continue.

With his recently gifted horse, the travel would be easier, Kaim flying like the winds through forest and plain to reach the next village. It was not far from the last, a fact that worried him. Usually they were spaced further apart, but... Kaim smelled a trap. Knowing there was a trap was the first step in avoiding it. He would not just let the people there die to save his own hide. He would go...

The streets were like ghosts, empty, hollow. Every window was drawn tightly shut, door bolted. Kaim tried a few, knocking, checking, but nothing. There was no response. Only yesterday they had sent him word of the first wave and yet.... Kaim could not sense anyone. There was silence. Only the wind walked the cobble streets, leaving him feeling alone, cold. Where had they gone....

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Kaim's calls went unanswered. There was something.... amiss about this place. His sword was unsheathed, horse tied to the column of a building... the column seemed too new, unworn. In fact, the entire village seemed that way, like it had just been built...