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Name: Stan Dupree

Race: Human

Age: 26

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Height: 6’

Weight: 190

Physical Description: Lean and tightly muscled, Stan would guess that he was averagely handsome, being too happy to call himself ugly, and not self-absorbed enough to call himself a total hunk. (LOL hunk) Beauty is totally in the eye of the beholder. He keeps his hair short and usually (when life permits) slicks it back, to the side, split at the middle etcetera. Bad eye sight leaves him hindered with a pair of rather stylish, black horn-rimmed glasses that used to belong to a Vampire that didn't need them any longer.

A scar runs along hight right cheek in a gritty, mafia sort of way. Talk about Tony Montana, huh!

Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons:

Stan is trained with a multitude of small arms and explosives, but is known to casually carry around a Glock 37 and (commonly known as a Saturday Night Special) the MP-25.


Clothing: Stan has a pretty normal style when it comes to clothing. He wears hoodies and sweaters mostly, t-shirts with SKA/Punk bands on it amongst other things deemed casual. Of course, the man does own a suit, which he uses grudgingly when needed. Although he does put down a certain flare of his own by using a Reel Big Fish brand tie.

Skills: From an early age, Stan had been interested with firearms, and his older half-bro got him into it, even allowing him to follow him to the gun-range. He could never really fight with his fist with any sort of skill, although being able to fight somewhat despite himself never becoming skillful in anything martial. Like I said, he likes guns, and would shoot a dude right in the earwax from five hundred yards if he needed to.

He's also quite adept at lying, cheating at cards, picking locks, climbing stuff, and other things like that. Quite rougish (not a word) if I do say so myself

Abilities: Athletic and smart. Stan is ready to chase, shoot, investigate, and do nearly whatever it takes in a quite tactful way to complete objectives. He’s very sneaky and his perceptions on situations are phenomenal. His ability of knowing the thoughts of the living and the dead helps him out in hunts. Knowing the minds of people is always useful. Can lie and deceive and make it look real.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: All of them. Although is quite afraid of all of them.

Personality: Stan is a psychologist through and through. Pragmatic, practical, nihilistic (a bit,) cynical, and quite amoral when he needs to be. He can definitely be pleasant amongst friends, share laughs, and has conversations. But it's a straight face and nothing more with patients. He didn't get a Doctorate to become some "shoulder to cry on" whilst on the job. C'mon, decency people! In general, Stan distrusts some, but he can sort of feel when it's come down to truthfulness.



Biography/History: Born in St. Louis; Stan was naturally bored a lot, and took the hobby of firearms along with his (older) Half-Brother. His mother always believed to be sick with some serious ailment, despite assurances from doctors that she wasn't. Whilst his father was an abusive ********. Hitting Stan when he erred, causing the aforementioned facial scar. He once forced Stan to fake a seizure in order for him to steal spark plugs from an auto parts store.

Despite this abuse, Stan indirectly became self-efficient due to the fact that any projects that he and his father took upon, like fixing a car, or building an addition on the house was left for him to do on his own when his father would quit.

He graduated from high school with high marks and was accepted into the University of Chicago. He majored in Psychology and worked hard, whilst maintaining his love for guns, and keeping in touch with his Half-Brother who had become a police officer for the NYPD Blue. He graduated at the top of his class and quickly told his brother about it. His over-joyed brother bought him a plane ticket and Stan came over a week later.

Of course, it wasn't a happy visit. His brother had been ravaged by someone, and the cops called it a serial murder committed by a satanic cult. Stan investigated and found something horrible.... Oh my ******** God.

-Deceased-





Name: Markus Rosedale

Aliases/ Nicknames: Shinigami, Thorn.

Race: Vampire

Age: 526, looks about 29.

Eyes: Deep blue when peaceful, but crimson when under strong emotions.

Hair: Green Black in colour, long and tangled, reaches to about 3/4 neck.

Height: 6'2

Weight: 155lb

Physical Description: Lanky with silver tattoo's on his chest, quite muscular on the arms, his face is very forgettable, but his canines are silver, and have two runic symbols of clear-mind on them.

Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons: Long and curved daggers with brass and light handles, and two Glock pistols with his initals carved onto the ivory handles.

Special Accessories: Light silver necklace with the name "Pummel" engraved onto it, and a black-leather bracelett with bullets hidden in the lining.

Clothing: Long brown trench-coat with darker elbow-patches, the coat also has several gashes, it has seen plenty of fights. Dark jeans with torn knees, and large leather boots with thin iron plating. He has a rather dashing black Fedora hat from Target, and a long black scarf.

Skills: He is incredible at tactics, and is also an acute Marksman. He lacks quite a lot in Close-Combat, and generally tries to stay as far away as possible.

Abilities: Seeing as he was once a Psychic Vampire, he still has quite acute Telekenetic, and can infiltrate his Opponents mind.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: He generally goes for Lycans, but has been training for weeks too hunt Vampires, since he found out his Father was now a blood-crazed beast.

Personality: He is generally cold and unfeeling too his enemies, but is quite funny and warm with people he knows and likes. However, he still possess slight insane qualities, such as the way he eats.

Biography/History: Markus was born in Medievel London, his parents, Ellimere and Jacob Rosedale, were both allegedly killed by a known criminal of the area. Markus was taken into service for the local Lord in his manor, where he toiled for most of the day doing chores for the Lord, and reading in the library. He learned to live without sleep, and has been able to go weeks without any, although it does leave affects on him. The Head Butler, Willikins, took a shine to him, and promoted him to Assisant Butler, meaning Markus could attend Classes with the Noble children, he was 12 at this point. He was bullied constantly by the Noble children, and he eventually went Mad. By the age of 16 he murdered Willikins, and chopped up his body, which he fed to the Fox Hunting Dogs. He became Head Butler, and passively acted revenge on the now grown up Noble Children. His little antics included putting Dog Hair in their meals, moving the horse dung from the stables into their wardrobes, and on one occasion murdering their pets. He was eventually imprisoned when they found out what had really happened to Willikins, he tried to escape but he was savaged by the guards.

He spent many months being tortured in the dungeons, he went insane, and started talking to himself for company. After another few months, when Markus was absoloutely insane, they sent in another Prisoner, a quiet type by the name of Cailfis. Markus watched cautiously as Cailfis seemed to grow weaker, this new one didn't seem to scream when tortured, and was clearly stronger than the guards. He eventually piped up and asked Cailfis about this, his voice hoarse from screaming. Cailfis told him truthfuly, he was a Vampire, and would die if he didn't get any blood. Markus obliged, and became a Vampire that day. Cailfis told him that because of Markus's excellent mind, he should become a Psychic. Markus tried lifting a small object, and succeeded. Barely, Cailfis told him to use his new powers to help Cailfis escape, Markus obliged again, and escaped with Cailfis. Cailfis took him to the Bloodrose clan, where Markus was trained for years to become the best of the best. By 2007, he was called to New York, that was where the important part of his life kicked off.

In the last few months he has found love, been possessed. Twice. He has been informed his Father was alive as a blood-crazed Vampire, who aided his mentor Cailfis in slaughtering his friend Siyo's family. He is now hunting Jacob down, Cailfis already dead.

-Approved by Hokaru Moneru-

Died 29th Febuary 21:40


Name: Siyo Light

Aliases/ Nicknames: Trigger happy

Race:Genetic Vampire

Age: 20

Eyes: Wears A Blindfold with white eyes undernearth


Height: Average Height

Weight: 12 stone


Hunter Type: Slayer

Weapons: Instruments, A Flute and a Fiddle with have holy water in the strings and a crusafix engraved in the back

Special Accessories: Crusafix with his parents soul in it

Appearance :

Skills: A Fast Learner. Perfect State [ This will be explained in bio]

Abilities: Exelant Marksman

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: All

Personality: The Serious kind he likes to get the job done he doesnt like stallers

Biography/History: Right fun time. Siyo was only 4 when two vampires killed his parents and with them both dead Siyo fled into the woods.The next day people found him and took him to a lab. Then once he turned 19 one experiment on him when horribly wrong when he was injected with a serium his eyes glowed white and his Perfect state was unlocked where all of his abilites became enhansed, but a fatal shot to a human like in the heart or head would be twice as fatal to Siyo in perfect state.
When he moved to New York he met a vampire called Markus and Siyo was eventully bitten by him and turned into a vampire.

Name: Elizabayta Harris

Aliases/ Nicknames: Bayta

Race: Lycan

Age: 24 years of age

Eyes: Her eyes are a copper brown lined in blue

Hair: Her hair is brunette to her mid back that is usually in a pony tail

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 135 pounds

Physical Description: She is tall and lean. She has the body of a gymnest withfairly large breasts. Her face is usually cold.

Hunter Type: Martyr

Weapons: she keeps to 6 daggers hidden on her person and one silence pistol

Special Accessories: She has a small golden heart necklace and three silver rings. One of which is a wedding band. She had a tattoo under her right shoulder of a name in a heart that is tattoed onto a fire winged panter's shoulder. She also has a seven pointed star on her right wrist.

Clothing: SHe only wares black leather or red silk. Like she is in a black leather corset that ties upfront with red baggy silk sleaves hanging out the sides to engolf her arms. She wares leather pands covered by a red silk skirt. She wares three inch spike boots that you can barely see do to her skirt. She also wares a black leather biker jacket so her sleaves puff out the ends.

Skills: Elizabayta is trained in three of the arts, but doesn't like to use them out side playing with her victems.

Abilities: She has a sixth sence from when she was human. She can sence what is coming.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: She hates vampires and doesn't get along with most of her kind. Humans aren't a big deal to her.

Personality: She is a mean cold person until you befriend her then she could be the most loyal person you know. She is quick to anger but trys to be understanding. She does however like to make herself known to her kind being both cocky and dissaproving of them.

Biography/History: Elizabayta is from Germany ware she lived with her new husband in a mostly blissful life. One evening her and her husband got into a fight about how she likes to fight back all the time. She got mad and left. When she had calmbed down enough she returned home. The place had been ramsacked as two creatures sat over her husband. She screamed and hit one. It caught her arm in it's teeth nearly taking it off. She yanked it out as it hit her into a wall. She awoke later still on the floor. Her arm was untouched which shocked her. Her home was still trashed and her husband was still on the floor motionless. She crawled to his side getting the blood that was on him all over her. A siren came. The next thing she knew she was being trialed for her husbands death. In her cell she had started to notice the change in her sences. How much more quick she was to get angry or the constant wanting to hunt and kill. She was found not guilty and released. She spent her time finding the beasts that had make her what she later found out was a lycan. When she had finally traced them, they nearly killed her for comefronting them so she wouldn't tell. Do to her abilities she killed them. She was later denied kinship by other lycan for killing other lycans. In her rage and hurt she became a hunter. She hates the vampires for no real reasons and despizes her own kind.

Name: Kevin VanWingerden

Aliases/ Nicknames: Kashkin, Kaz the Insane, The Blood Martyr

Race: Human

Age: 20

Eyes: Hazel with yellow in them

Hair: Pitch Black

Height: 6'0''

Weight: 149 lbs (11% body fat.)

Physical Description: Kashkin at first glance seems to be different from normal humans. He has fairly long black hair that covers his eyes, shading them from the world so only he can see out. He wears an obviously worn down black sweatshirt, which happens to be his most favorite sweatshirt of all. Normal clothes besides that, and rebok sneakers. There is a distinguishing characteristic or two that makes others feel wary at times. The first is the look he gives when he is serious. It's a look that peirces the body, staring straight into the soul like an icy cold hand caressing a heart. The second is his smile. Normally, it holds that of happiness. However, there are times that it shows more. It becomes a smile full of sadistic pleasure or bloodlust, a longing for battle and death. These two looks combined create that of a veteran killer and murderer combined.

Appearance:

Hunter Type: Martyr

Weapons: Shotguns, rifles, pistols, and things such as that. NO, he doesn't carry them all on his person. That'd be stupid (and impossible to hide and such). He also possesses a few knives, a katana, and other such weapons like that.

EXPLOSIVES: Kashkin has various types of explosives, which also includes C4 and Grenades. Yes, he owns the very explosives terrorists themselves use. Well, the line between terrorists and martyrs can be thin at times.....

Special Accessories: The calibers Kevin uses are 10X25mm (10mm auto) and .45ACP, the obvious reason is stopping power. He wouldn't fancy trying to kill demons with a gun loaded with a weak bullet like 9X19mm (as effective as it is on humans, those damn demons ain't human). Nothing bigger though without drastically redesigning the mechanism to the gun.

Despite being paired, Vizury and Gen are not identical, aside from the colours, the other differences I will list here:
(In case you don't know, Gen is the black one, Vizury is the red one)

Gen
Gen has Bo-mar rear sights (usually for target shooting), a long spur hammer for one handed cocking (cocking means moving the hammer into the ready to fire position). (charging meanschambering a round into the chamber, usually in the same motion as cocking)
Gen also has the normal 1911 long safety lever.
Gen is used by Kevin for accurate shooting.
"Gen" Is engraved on the barrel of the gun. It is sleek, as if brand new at all times and is as black as the abyss. It is amazingly accurate, and is a true masterpiece.

Vizury
Vizury has smaller sights (novak or MMC, you probably don't have clue what either are, but this is just for completeness), A shorter tactical safety lever and a nearly hidded bobbed hammer.
Vizury is more used for close range firing and rapid fire, in conjuction with Gen for authentic Long Range shooting.
Vizury is the color of blood and has "Vizury" Written in gold along the barrel.
Vizury is also sleek and brand new.

Both wepons sport compensators to reduce felt recoil and muzzle flip in firing, molded grips, custom slides and frames, as well as special engaving and extended magazines. They were made by his father, a professional marksman and gunsmith using the newest technology available. It took him 5 and 1/2 years to perfect them, and with Kevin at his side, they both created monsters of pistols. They had enough stopping power to put down vampires, special humans, or wearwolves. They were deadly guns, and there were custom bullet clips with personal bullets for each situation. For vampires, they were just normal bullets for vampires died if shot enough. There were silver bullets for Wearwolves, and for the special humans and demons, there were explosive rounds. THEY, however, were extremely hard to make. Adding a highly explosive liquid inside the gun that explodes upon impact... He usually only has one clip of that on him at once.

The last thing that Kevin has that's special is a body suit of kevlar covering his legs, arm, chest, and back. It's skin tight, yet very effective. He wears it under all his clothes, and sleeps with it on half the time.

Clothing: Kevin wears normal clothes EXCEPT for his favorite sweatshirt. He wears it nearly all the time, including during summer (with no shirt underneath it). It's his favorite for... specific reasons...... He also has a body suit of kevlar which was modified to cover his whole body (minus his head and neck).

Skills: Kevin has run cross country and track since he was a kid, and that with the help of taking Ju-Jitsu and Shuai Jiao for 8 years, his endurance and speed are rediculous. Nearly inhuman. He trains his body to the max constantly, pushing himself to the limit and then collapsing from exhaustion. He is fairly strong, but FAR more agile. He is an amazing marksman, considering he almost always uses guns. Why? Because if you let a vampire or wearwolf or something get in close to you, you're probably dead. Who can beat creatures of darkness in hand-to-hand combat?

Abilities: Kevin doesn't have many special abilities. The few things he has are very useful, though. Kevin is VERY intelligent. He can think on his feet and has a dangerous mind. Also, he is very skilled with guns. He can use them in nearly any scenario, and is deadly with them. So being fast, smart, and skilled with guns. Not bad, eh?

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Vampires. Vampires, vampires, vampires.

Personality: Kashkin. Is. Insane. There's no other way to describe what runs through his mind. If every shrink in the world tried figuring out what was in his head, they'd go crazy themselves. Sometimes there's no logic for it, and other times he does things that seem completely off the wall for a normal fighter. He is usually always happy, and gets along with everyone, acting innocent. However, that could change in a snap. He could become very, very sadistic, or sadistically happy. Not much else to describe about him, but instead if anyone would want to know more, they'd have to actually talk to him and spend time with him. (((Ask him yourself.)))

Biography/History: Kevin's family was a nice family. His dad was a gunsmith, his mother was a flowershop owner, and they were both hunters. They kept it a secret from Kevin and his sister, Daria. They lived normal lives, happy and free as children should be. However, fate had different plans in store for them. Daria loved her younger brother, and it was an amazingly strong bond that they shared.

One day (Kevin = 14, Daria = 18 at this time), while returning from a trip to the grocery store (walking down the street to their house), Daria screamed. She was suddenly pulled into the alleyway to their left and was thrown against a wall. Kevin dropped the bags and screamed out her name, diving foward to clash with the "thugs" that took her. They batted him backwards with one hand like a pillow hitting a brick wall. He rolled backwards, scraping up his arms and legs. He got up, shaking, tears streaming down his eyes. He pulled out his pocket knife and drew the blade, ready to save his sister.

What he saw drained the very color from his body.

The man pinning her to the wall had fangs, glistening in the just rising moon. Not human fangs, but those only thought to be in stories. The thugs were vampires. As they descended, they pierced Daria's flesh, draining her of life. Kashkin couldn't move. His legs and body were frozen.

In what seemed like an eternity, the deed was done. He withdrew, Daria standing there, smiling and crying at the same time. She stood there, the thugs laughing evily, saying something along the lines of "Welcome". Kevin began to shake. His mind had stopped, overflowing with hate and rage for those things. She walked away, smiling, mouthing something along the lines of "Join me, my loving brother." He shook his head and screamed. He screamed at the moon like a wearwolf himself, as if he was posessed. He suddenly bolted foward as the man who had turned her told two of the thugs to take her away. He lept at Kevin. Kevin ducked, and out of blind rage, stabbed up with his knife, piercing the vampires throat. He slashed it cleanly open, and kept hacking at the throat. The vampire was shocked. A 14 year old? Killing a vampire?! UNHEARD OF! But it was true. Kevin hacked at the body for the next four and a half hours, slicing it up, beheading it and severing the limbs, killing it.

When he finally found his way home, he had shown his parents the teeth he ripped out. They told him everything.


That was 6 years ago. Ever since then, Kevin trained. Killed vampires, hating them with such a passion it was consuming. He eventually grew a reputation. He left his family behind to protect them, taking a new alias. Kashkin. His name and reputation spread throughout the city. Kashkin didn't care. He was the kind of fighter that didn't care about his own well being all too much. The enemy was everything.

He has only two goals in life. The first is to kill vampires. The second is to convert his sister back to becomming a human. However, that isn't all too easy. His sister became powerful as a vampire, and she was constantly out to convert her brother to a vampire. She wanted him. He was her world. They fought to convert eachother, a bloody, horrific battle that never seemed to end.

The rest is history, or things Kashkin has never revealed to anyone. (((Find out yourself =P )))) To this day, he lives. Even after fighting in the Residential district with a vampire AND lycan at the same time and falling out of a 4 story building, he lived. He was healed, and the explosion was put in the paper, the fire from the battle buring down a chunk of property. That only helped further spread his name, and now he wanders, his new house and home unknown.

-Approved by Hokaru Moneru and Illiud-