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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 2:14 am
Name: Daniel Elliot Marcellus
Aliases/ Nicknames: Padre, Marcellus
Race: Human
Age: Somewhere between 25-30. Not really known.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown/black
Height: Six feet
Weight: 224 pounds
Physical Description: A built fellow, Hispanic.. He looks as if he's seen a little too much in his time, and now has a sense of what exactly lurks in the shadows. No scars, just the one permanently etched in his expressions, in his eyes, and in his heart.
Hunter Type: Zealot
Weapons: One double barreled shotgun, sawed off and re-worked for special types of ammunition. One short sword, three feet in length.. Hidden under the robes. His Bible, and his cross. Anything else has yet to be purchased.
Special Accessories: One cross, one rosary, and one bible.
Clothing: Being a priest, he's usually in some form of black. Usually a black shirt that fits him well, and some form of black slacks with the white collar.
Skills: Marcellus is a bit of a handy man, able to work his magic with things such as computers and technology, as well as some forms of physical labor. He knows some techniques in the medical field, but he surely knows how to pray and seek out God.
Abilities: He has a good sense of where he is, as well as where things are according to his position. He has a keen eye, a good sense of evil, and.. His strength and speed are of those who casually work out. (Two to three times a week.)
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Marcellus deals in all things evil.
Personality:Marcellus is brave, yet shy. Quiet and serious, yet if need be he'll lead anyone into the fight, or lead someone to the Lord. Quick to love and slow to anger.
Biography/History:
Isaiah 6:8 Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying:"Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?" Then I said, "Here am I! Send me."
Daniel Elliot Marcellus was born with a purpose, one that would exceed all of his wildest dreams, and surpass anything he thought he would become. As a child, Daniel did childlike things. He flirted with girls, he stole things, he fought.. His teenage years were worse. Drugs, alcohol, sex... Daniel was falling in a downward path. Daniel ran home in the rain one night, his eyes bloodshot and his body shaking a bit from the drugs and drinking he had done at the party. His body began to slow down, and he prayed for a way out. His plea was heard, and it would change his life.
Here I am. Send me.
He awoke within a church, his eyes groggy still as the priest looked down on him from his slumber. Daniel knew where he was, knew what he did, and knew what was to happen. The cops would come soon, and he'd go once again, this time for a long overdue vist. The priest sat down next to him, and spoke with words that Daniel could feel within the depths of his soul. His life was changed that night, and he wouldn't be the same.
Matthew 19:26 But Jesus looked at them and said to them, "With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Daniel began to attend the church, his faith grew as much as one boy could until he became a believer in his Lord, his God, his Savior.
Mark 8:34-38 When He had called the people to Himself, with His disciples also, He said to them, "Whoever desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel's will save it. For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul? For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him the Son of Man also will be ashamed when He comes in the glory of His Father with the holy angels."
Daniel confessed His name, and the journey began. Daniel had moved away from his old home and his church, and attended a non-denominational Christian church. He studied more, taking classes on faith and beliefs, as much as he could. Granted, Daniel still struggled, but he knew what he was to become.
Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, "All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go *therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." *Amen.
Luke 9:1-5 Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases. He sent them to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick. And He said to them, "Take nothing for the journey, neither staffs nor bag nor bread nor money; and do not have two tunics apiece. "Whatever house you enter, stay there, and from there depart. And whoever will not receive you, when you go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet as a testimony against them."
Daniel studied to be a Pastor for 2 years, and then returned to a Catholic church where he continued in his walk with God. Daniel's beliefs became his life, and Daniel's style was of both a traditional Pastor and of a Catholic Priest. Daniel did not need a church though, no. Daniel was called out to do more. He was called out to be a disiple, and he followed the path he was lead. Daniel has no home, no place to stay. Money was of no concern, for he had been on the road for years. His path led down the nexxus, and his skin crawled with fear and yet... A rush of excitement. What had awaited him here? What beings and creatures had been on the wait for him? Daniel may stay in the nexxus for the time, accomplishing God's work as it was meant to be- A human following in faith.
James 2:18-19 But someone will say, "You have faith, and I have works." Show me your faith without *your works, and I will show you my faith by *my works. You believe that there is one God. You do well. Even the demons believe--and tremble!
Luke 9:1-2 Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases. He sent them to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick .
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:43 pm
Name: Einrich Wilhelm, Test Subject #0153
Aliases/ Nicknames: Ein, Lab Rat
Race: Altered Human; Tiger/Raccoon Zoanthrope
Age: 16
Eyes: Flat Steel Blue (Normal), Crimson (Infrared), and Vibrant Green (Night-Vision), Pure Silver (Scope Sight), Violent Yellow (Zoanthrope)
Hair: Orange hair brushed down over his right eye; don't ask.
Height: 5'10½"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Physical Description: Ein has a normal frame, not too big, not too small. His arms and legs are muscular, but not like the ones you'd see on a body-builder, and his chest is just like of anyone who's fit. He lost the shine in his cold blue eyes after the horrors of the experiments. Ein's hair is a normal length, colored orange, going about halfway down the back of his neck and long enough to cover his right eye when combed in such a way in the front. Due to the experiments, trying to give him the sleuth of a raccoon or the cunning and strength of a tiger, he received neither effect but was left with the ears and tail that are seemingly a cross of tiger and raccoon. He's an odd one. In a fight with a lycan known as Finn, he had a powerful firework thrown at him, which exploded a few millimeters from his face. After spending a week in the Infirmary, he was left with a burst-shaped scar on the upper portion of his face, and covers about 70% of his face. Another battle scar—or scars, really—was added during a 'friendly' game of tag with Finn, Zzeill and Dusk. While trying to jump away from Finn so she wouldn't tag him, she grabbed him by the inner elbow of his right forearm. But his momentum was too great, so this resulted in her claws carving four lovely gouge marks all the way down his forearm. Ein sports even more injuries, once again from a bad encounter with Finn. There are deep, long scars placed all slapdash along his back from when a kick by Finn, transformed, actually broke his kevlar vest. From the fight with Zzeill, while transformed, Ein sustained long claw marks down his back and a large, deep bite mark on his right thigh. More scars, hooray. All of his battle scars are covered up by his clothing, save for his face scar.
Zoanthrope Form: Zoanthrope ((When in this form, his fur is a grey-orange, and his tail is a little wider, and he has yellow eyes.))
Hunter Type: Hunter/Guardian
Weapons: Ein, unlike many Hunters, prefers archaic weaponry. Old and outmoded, but effective. His main weapon is his handmade compound bow, the design inspired by watching Blade: Trinity perhaps a few times too many, and is capable of firing arrows at impossible speeds of anywhere from 280 FPS to almost 400 FPS ((That's 'feet per second', the measurement I previously had was way too high)). This is what he uses for his distance shots and it's not what he would opt for in close range combat. On his right wrist he has a small fold-up crossbow fastened tight to the wrist guard. Since it's a lot quicker than his compound bow, he prefers this and his other weapons for close range fighting. Other than the crossbow, he has two holsters at his sides which hold his two trusty Mauzer handguns. Since his arsenal has to encompass the weaknesses of all the races found in New York, his ammunition varies widely. His arrows are previously blessed by Father Michaels or by another Zealot in his hunting team. Or, for the Lycans in particular, he'll use either silver arrows or arrows with tips that hold a small amount of silver nitrate, but at high concentration, guaranteed to make even the strongest of Lycans hurt for at least a day. UV flash arrows with tips capable of piercing through a vampire's hardened bone structure and Condensed UV bullets are his vampire weaponry. His go-to arrows are the ones anointed with holy water, since he seems to encounter Vampires more than Lycans, and they're especially handy in the rare case that he runs across a Demon. His personal favorite of his arsenal are his exploding arrows. These arrows' tips are made of steel and are coated with a solidified liquid that essentially explodes when it interacts with any creatures' blood. Just in case he either exhausts his ammunition or other circumstances prevent him from using his close range weapons, he has two silver gladii (plural for gladius) tucked into pockets on his boots. He's also a got a few miscellaneous gadgets that he'll use. To be precise, he tried to mimic the devices that Blade used in the movies, once again from watching them one, maybe two-too-many times. He only succeeded in making a decent imitation of the UV grenade, which is almost the equivalent of having the sun in the sky for about 30 seconds in any area it detonates. Ein seems to have a bit of bad luck with this weapon, for it has a horrible knack of not going off when he wants it to. A sword made of the finest silver was made for him and casually left on his doorstep, and he has yet to find out who made it. It has no guard or bell between the hilt and the blade. It's handle has sharp steel spikes within it that spring out and mutilate the hand of anyone wielding it, save for Ein, as a failsafe.
Special Accessories: At any given moment, he wears a stainless steel necklace that bears a sterling silver cross. No, not for defense against vampires, mainly just for show.
Clothing: He casually wears what looks like a gambler's outfit, similar to that of a card shark, and anyone who's been to Vegas could easily discern that he looked, indeed, like someone who takes risks. Whenever he's out hunting, which is more often than not, Ein wears pants of a dark material and a white, long-sleeve dress shirt. Over this dress shirt he has a lightweight cargo vest made of the same dark material as his pants. Below his dress shirt he has a lightweight Kevlar vest, capable of stopping quite a few bullets before weathering (he would have to be stupid not to have such a thing). And he wears special boots that are made of a sturdy material but keep his footsteps silent. He straps two quivers over his back and has a smaller one for the crossbow bolts strapped to his right bicep. There is a slit in the back of his vest where he can sheathe his sword. He wears a fingerless glove on his left hand and has a bow thimble for his right hand. His belt has many, probably fifty or more, slats in it, each one holding a throwing knife, which are either coated with holy water or made of pure silver.
Skills: His area of expertise is marksmanship. He's a one-shot-one-kill hunter, but sometimes that doesn't go over as well as planned. He is highly skilled in the outdated style of archery, this makes him rather unique. Unless dragged into a hand-to-hand fight somehow, he prefers to shoot from long distance, very long distance. And, unlike a lot of the hunters in NY, he prefers to use arrows over bullets. Although his preference is ranged fighting, he knows enough hand-to-hand skills to keep himself alive in any upfront situation. He's also known for dabbling in the culinary arts, and is quite the chef when he wants to be.
Abilities: Being an altered human, he possesses very few innate abilities. He doesn't have as many abilities as others do, but what he was granted was more than he could ask for. To put it short, he sees the world in three spectrums and has the eyesight of a sniper scope, which makes his method of hunting so efficient, it's almost scary. Ein is able to see up to a good four hundred meters away clearly, allowing precise long distance shots and he possesses the ability to see the world in the infrared spectrum. This means that even if the night is too dark, he can still find his target by their body heat. Although, this doesn't really help when it comes to Vampires, since they have no body heat. That's when his night-vision comes into play. True, it doesn't give him a serious advantage, but at least he can make out the movements of his targets.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: He hunts all three, and has good reason for it, at least so he thinks. He's most skilled in taking down Vampires, but has less experience than your standard Slayer. His knowledge of the Vampire and Lycan races are about equal, and he knows little to nothing about Demons, which is why he avoids them unless it's necessary to engage them.
Personality: He can be rather outgoing when in the company of other hunters, but he's not the kind who likes to talk about his history and tries to keep especially quiet when hunting or confronting his targets. He'll be the one cracking jokes and lame puns at a party, but would be at the back of the hunting group to better suit his style of hunting.
Biography/History: Ein was an orphan with nowhere to go. He was abducted one night by men in white coats and knocked out with chloroform. As his "Lab Rat" nickname implies, he was a guinea pig for experiments behind the "ultimate hunter" and/or all-around "perfect killing machine". A number of tests and experiments were performed on him, but when his tormentors found that all he wound up with were alterations of sight, they cast him out like a used napkin. He never found out if his captors were Demon, Lycan, Vampire, or even Human. So, what does he do to find out? He hunts all of them, and with an equal ferocity. Not long after being left for dead, he encountered a Vampire and barely managed to escape due to an unseen outside force. A similar event happened with a Lycan, and that same kind of unseen outside force saved his arse. A few days later, he was walking down the street, cold, alone, and hungry, when he came upon a Demon that seemed to either be torturing or eating a person, or perhaps both put together; he found himself quite disgusted. Because of this, he developed a deep hatred for all the races even though he knew next to nothing about them.
He later found himself still wandering the streets and was eventually picked up by a hunter, the very same one who had saved him twice though he did not know it, which he doesn't remember and was brought to the Hunters hideout. Someone saw his keen eye as promising and so there he trained for a few years. He became an adept killer and was most known for dropping his targets with a single arrow. During his years of training, he occasionally slipped out to search for those who had wronged him and, still in training, often got in trouble with the out and about vampires, lycans, and demons and was always somehow rescued by a fellow hunter. But now, present day, he's learned from past mistakes, finished his training, and in his eyes, he's one of the top rookies. With all his training under his belt now, he strikes off every night in search of his captors, with company or without, and is even rarely known to take out a human he happens to see doing the wrong thing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As of late, Ein met up with Zzeill, a lycanthrope acquaintance of Finn. One night, he got the chance to talk to her, and he enjoyed the company. Over the course of a few months, they began seeing more and more of each other and eventually, to Ein's surprise, Zzeill was the first of the two of them to admit that she liked him. Shortly after she told him how she felt, he did as well. From then on, he and Zzeill have been in a relationship, though it's been on rocky ground for some time because of Finn, who refuses to accept their friendship. Ein had one thing to thank the cease-fire with the lycans for. If it weren't for that, he would've attacked the both of them so long ago, and he never would've met Zzeill.
Just recently, while walking through the city, Ein and Zzeill had come upon a very peculiar sort of vampire. It was sheet white, and had a vertically-split lower jaw, and it was strong. Ein landed about half-a-dozen arrows in it while it was fighting with Zzeill, and when the vampire went in for a crippling blow, Ein tried to stop it. In the midst of this, his heart had started to race and his head began to pound. His bow clattered to the ground and he had begun to change. Ein's bones cracked and shifted and his muscles bulged and grew. He grew dark gray-orange fur and transformed into a vicious beast. He had no control over what he was doing and wound up killing many innocent people and destroying a few cars and a bus before Zzeill succeeded in stopping him and bringing him back to his human form.
((Updated 11/25/06))
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:16 pm
Name: Simon Pennycook
Aliases/ Nicknames: The Common Cold.
Race: Human.
Age: 22
Eyes: Blue.
Hair: Black long hair. That is only inches away from being shoulder length.
Height: 6’2
Weight: 200lbs.
Physical Description: Simon is not super body-builder muscular, nor is he a video game playing never sees the sun skinny person. He is somewhere in the middle, pushing a little bit more to the first one. Two or three centimeters under his bottom lip; Simon has snake bite piercing. His left eyebrow is also pierced too. On his arms, there is an assortment of tattoos. On the finger tips of his left hand, five miniature tattoos, one for each finger. Thumb: Jack ‘o Lantern. Index: Yellow happy face (like the one on Nirvana band T-shirts.) Middle: Grim reaper. Ring: Snowman with top hat and scarf. Pinky: Skull with flaming eyes. On the bicep of his right arm, a tattoo that simply reads, “Don’t fear the reaper.” On the forearm of his right arm, which says, “The for real deal,” with a picture of him dressed as Uncle Sam. On the bicep of his left arm, it reads, “Sad poetry sucks.” That’s it.
Hunter Type: Martyrs
Weapons: It's obvoius that he doesn't carry all of this at all times.
Ranged:
Beretta Xtrema2 (Shotgun)
MAC M10 (Sub-machine gun)
Glock 22 (Pistol)
AK-74 (Assualt Rifle)
Double-barrel sawn-off (Shotgun)
Melee:
500,000 Volt Police Panther Stun Gun Baton
ST M104 (Stun baton)
5-inch combat knife (knife)
Brass Knuckles
Main weaponry:
Jiji and Kiki: Dual revolvers, akin to the Colt Anacondas, with modifications all over the gun to increase accuracy and range, and power. It fires .44 ammunition, both guns hold six rounds, and has a six inch barrel. They were named after character's from Simon's favorite kid's cartoon movie.
Tiger Claws: Two silver Bagh Nakhs that have four, five inch claws on each. These can be used on anyone, but they're usually used on lycans due to being made out of silver.
Special Accessories: Level III-A kevlar vest. Level II elbow and knee pads.
Clothing: Simon likes wearing stuff that'll keep him both safe from gunfire and sneaky. I'll usually have a description of what he's wearing in posts. He's known to wear tinted Aviator sunglasses, which the left spectacle is red, whilst the right is tinted blue.
Skills: Simon is a skilled marksman with revolvers and SMGs. Living in Brooklyn almost all his life, Simon can brawl well.
Abilities: Pretty strong and fast. Quick-witted. Knows how to play guitar.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Any of them. Mostly Lycan.
Personality: Simon is a pretty cool, crazy, and sometimes scary person. It's always dependant on the situation. Usually, Simon can be seen as a person who loves to talk, laugh, and tell jokes and stories. That's how he gets the ladies. Really easy to talk to and can usually keep your damn secrets a secret. He could easily make people laugh, unless you have something up your butt, then Simon can't really help you there. Another thing Simon is known for is lying a whole lot, usually to keep other's secrets, or just for his own sake. He does this with skill, making it believable, since his acting skills are all uber. He could even cry on command sometimes.
For those who don't know him too well, Simon can become exetremely angry, being a gangster all his life he can easily intimidate those who can be intimidated. With his creepy antics of being an insane person, and his homicidal look at things he can usually get people talking or really scared. Multiple accents lead people to believe different things. He can speak in a Brooklyn accent, a brittish, an irish, and a psycho like accent. He's known for going crazy on his captives and cutting their ears off and commiting other strange and unusual tortures.
Biography/History: Simon was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. He and his brother Tom became bastards at the age of twelve, not having any other relatives they were automatically placed in an orphanage. There they met three orphans that would later become their best friends. Seth, Joseph, and Tony. Being orphans at birth they had no last names. Once they were all sixteen (they were all close in age, except for Tom who is two years younger than the rest) they ran away from the orphanage, and tried to make it on their own. Mugging some people, robbing this store, this is how Simon learned how to shoot a gun. Due to their love of music, they all chose an instrument, learned how to play them and formed a band. Simon, Tom, and Seth played guitar (Simon sang.) Joseph played bass, and Tony was on the drums. They got good at playing with each other, and played at a few bars and clubs. Gig here, gig there. Finally, they landed a gig in the famous CBGBs, and played an awesome show.
While walking back to their apartment after the show, they entered an alleyway to pee, and got attacked by a Lycan that had it’s first transformation that night and couldn’t control himself. It killed Joseph, and wounded Tom. Simon, Seth, and Tony fought it off. Simon angrily followed it and watched the monster transform back to human. He remembered the face of the man. Weeks later, Simon, Seth, and Tony found the man on the half moon and murdered him in cold blood. Simon asked the others if they wanted to hunt the lycan in Joseph’s name, any of them (even Tom) didn’t want a thing to do with it, and moved away. Simon was left alone, he wouldn’t forget Joseph, at least not while he had strength.
It is rumored that Simon had escaped from an Asylum in another state. Had escaped a prison in the UK or in Ireland. This making his true past too much of a mystery, because talk on the street is really big, yo.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 5:18 pm
Name: Keta Wolf
Aliases/ Nicknames:BlueFire
Race: Human
Age:16
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black with blue streaks (comes halfwaydown back and is in a braid)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135
Physical Description:Has her ears pierced three times in left ear, twice in right, has a tattoo of an angel (her sister) on left shoulderblade and a tattoo of her and Kittty(the friend she lost) on her right shoulderblade. She is slender with a good figure and slightly muscular.
Hunter Type:Hunter
Weapons:Uses fire in a hairspray can that has flecks of sliver and outher ingreedents in it which turns it blue, night goggles, metal throwing stars and hand to hand combat.
Special Accessories:Her bluefire is her signature move that she burns all her enemies with at some point. She also has a thick leather chocker with metal crosses all the way around it. She also has gloves with metal nuckles sewn into them as well as steel toed boots.
Clothing: Hunter outfit; Black tank top that has a cross on the front.(shows both tattoos)Blue cargo pants that holds night goggles. Black Leather belt that has holsters her bluefire as well as her throwing stars. She also wears a leg strap that holds more throwing stars.
School outfit; White plain buttondown shirt with blue vest. Blue pleated skirt, kneehigh stockings (white) black shoes. She always wears the chocker, no matter where she is.
Skills:Martial arts background as well as being a good marksman with her stars. Extensive chemestry background with minor medical background.
Abilities: Good agility as well as being very strong for a girl. Has a sixth sence when anything sneeks up behind her. Is pretty smart and has good reflexes.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Primary enemy race is Vampires becasue they were the ones that killed her friend(Kitty). She is looking for the one that killed her friend but if she sees a Vapire even minding its own buisness, she will kill them. Lycanthropes she really dosen't care about all that much but she will kill them if she sees them doing someing to humans.
Personality: She always has her guard up but she considers herself a pretty good judge of character so once she gets to know you she will open up. When she does she becomes friendly and nice and willing to help. When shes not shes a loner that tends to take control if she thinks that she can do better. Pretty laid back and always funny, she knows when to be serious too. She is a team player, unless she thinks its stupid, then she will sit back and watch. She really dosen't care what people think, and insults bounce off her unless she values your option.
Biography/History:Keta is a only child of a happy family in an alright neighborhood which is only becasue her family is fairly well off. She goes to a private school which is called St. Mary Katharine's which is an all girls school. Kitty was her best friend since kindergarten. They did all their sports together, like Color Guard and Improv. The only thing that they didn't do together was martial arts. Keta is a black belt and spends a lot of time around the dojo.
Keta found out that there vampires and monsters in the world the day that she was walking home with Kitty. Four guys jumped them, Keta told Kitty to run, but she wouldn't so in excange of saving her life, she died at the hands of a vampire. Keta had knocked out three of the four and as she turned to fight the last agressor, she saw Kitty's lifeless body drop and the man smile with her blood running down her face. It was then that something snapped inside of Keta and she went beserk and rammed into a protruding metal pole. Her Zippo fell out of her pocket, opened and lit a vampire on fire. As he blew up, she grabbed the Zippo and turned to face the Vamp that killed Kitty. But he was gone. Keta realized that she could hurt these Vampires and she could kill them. Then she vowed to kill all the Vampires in the world and anything else she could get her hands on.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:39 pm
Name: Evangeline Lennox
Aliases/ Nicknames: Evey, Sparkles, she likes sparkly things, this is a nickname that anyone who knows her well enough can use. I also don't mind if anybody wants to make up their own nickname for her.
Race: Vampire.
Age: 166
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Red.
Height: 5"7
Weight: 130 lbs.
Physical Description: If it wasn't for her height, you would think her a child with her doll-like features and small hands (which are useful with weapons). Her long, dark, red hair greatly accents her porcelain skin. Across her abdomen, a thin long scar resides. Something that she's not so keen on speaking off. Both her ears are pierced, her left has three and her right one earring. Her hair is about waist-long but she usually keeps it up. When it is down, it's slightly curly.
Hunter Type: Hunts Lykans for the hell of it and Vampires for settling a vendetta and attaining something she wants, badly. Hunter I suppose.
Weapons: Two daggers, two 9mm handguns and a basic shotgun. All of her weapons can easily be altered depending on what she's hunting. Sometimes she will use explosives or swords when the occasion calls for it. Loves rocket launchers.
Special Accessories: N/A (Might bring some in later, maybe.)
Clothing: Hunting- A midnight-blue silk men's shirt underneath a black leather corset which is actually heavily enforced by steel and therefore doubles as a bullet/stake/arrow-proof vest to protect her heart. Around her hips she has a belt slung around with a hollister on one side and a dagger sheath on the other. Her other dagger is concealed in her right boot and the shotgun she carries with a shoulder strap. As pants she wears black cargos that she tucks into knee-high combat boots.
Casual- Jeans and a black t-shirt with a large, colorful rose blossom printed on it along with her knee-high biker boots.
Casual#2- A large, white men's shirt and black, pin-striped trousers which are slightly baggy on her. Again, worn with the biker boots.
Formal (I dunno, just in case.)- A red, silk dress, backless with a bit of a train. No sleeves, a slightly plunging neckline and long enough to hide her boots (she's always ready for trouble).
Coat- Green, velvet duster. Look like a trench and sweeps the ground.
Skills: She can throw her voice, alter it or layer it for a hypnotic feel. She was taught as a child to handle swords and worked through World War one and two with aircraft and explosive devices. She's an excellent liar/actor and can lure just about anyone into a back alley. Speaks numerous languages.
Abilities: Intelligent and thoughtful, she can put pieces together quickly when in need of a quick plan. Incredibly fast and can jump quite high, clearing three stories before climbing. She can read a mind only if she's looking right into the person's eyes, she only uses this ability for enemies or if a comrad asks her. She can't read into the subconscious mind however.
What she hunts: Before she was cast-out from her coven of vampires, she was taught how to hunt and kill lykans as well as demons. However, being a vampire herself, when she turned against her kind it was as easy as imagining battling herself, same weaknesses and all.
Personality: Reserved and perhaps slightly insane. She's stubborn to finish things she's started and hardly ever listens to anyone without a fight. Reads a lot and hates people with bad grammar. There's a strong intelligence in her eyes that actually shocks some mortals since she looks like she's sixteen. Her motto is: Find a way, or blow something up and make a way. She's hard to read and keeps most things about herself hidden or tells a lie to simply get someone off her back. Though she usually hunts alone, she works well with others but she's known for having a bit of a sudden temper. She's not a leader but fits snuggly into any team puzzle. She is a bit of a loner, most mortals don't know she exists, lykan's want her dead, the vampires have shunned her and she hasn't met a demon without killing it yet. But if you become friends with her she will always come back for you. She drinks from men mostly, anything that has the slightest challenge in attaining. That's why she sticks to murderers and evil-doers. But it isn't the blood she craves. She loves innocent, young blood, a craving she battles every second.. If you're looking for her she's usually curled up in a dark corner, reading.
Biography/History: Evey's mother was Madeline, a French actress who was performing in London when she met Evey's father, Charles Lennox. Master Lennox was a young and handsome man who traveled working as a linguistic lawyer. Evey was born out of wedlock; however her parents managed to patch that up by being married as soon as her father returned to London. He was thrilled to have a child. Madeline was not. Madeline threw herself from the roof of the church where Evey was christened. Charles laid no blame on the child, but on himself for not giving the girl a better mother.
He traveled with the girl, amazed at her ability to so easily learn a new language. To keep her busy when he was away, Charles enrolled her in numerous classes. From, singing to fencing. The only ones she exelled in were the ones that she enjoyed. Acting, dancing and fencing. Her skills with a blade shocked even her teacher and the truthful look in her eye always distracted you from any word that passed her lips. By the time she was nine, she was telling her father she was off to tea when instead she was in the garden, practicing and coordinating her dance steps and blade movements.When she was eleven she gave her teacher and three of his best male pupils matching scars on their right cheeks.She then told her teacher he was dismissed, seeing as he was now useless. Those were the only words she had ever spoken to him. In dance, she learned to move from one side of the room to the other without making a sound or even seeming to take a step at all. Her posture was always perfect as every movemnt seemed to be made of water. She wasn't too bad at cooking either. Or poisoning people. By accident of course, how could a child with such sweet eyes ever mean any harm to her stepmother?
By the time Evangeline was fifteen she knew all the European languages as well as English, could fight off at least six grown men with a sword, could dance so well that you would think she was floating and lie so well that if you did find out the truth, you wouldn't believe it. In her stepmother's eyes, Evey was perfect for marrying off to the highest bidder. Sir Arthur Jenkins of Kent was the highest bidder, highly amused by the fact the girl's first words to him were exactly this. "I challenge you to a duel sir, to the death. For I would much rather die than marry you." After saying that she actually took down a sword from the wall and stood in her begining stance. Jenkins found this delightfuly hilarious and instantly agreed to the stepmother's demand. Jenkins never met the girl's father, apperently he had died earlier that year of a failed heart.
But on the day of their marriage, the girl never showed. Never. Not even a body, or a whisper of her. Rumors were that she eloped with a stable boy, others said she had followed in her mother's footsteps and jumped from a bridge. This was her intention. But after taking her last breath, letting herself teeter, and then fall... She didn't even remember hitting the water. That is... if she hit the water.
When she awoke the bite on her neck stung like hell and a bottle before her read: "Drink Me." She did so without hesitation, as if being controled. The liquid was thick and still warm. The metallic taste was sweet and she wanted more, even after downing the entire bottle. But as she stood, shakily and whimpering for more, she soon found herself on the ground agian, writhing in pain.It was harsh and unmerciful pain as her body seemed to betray her. It started at the heart and spread through her blood like liquid daggers, violating every nerve in her body. And then, it was done, gone as simply as it had come. She stood in her shreaded wedding gown, eyes sparking to an electric blue. She felt so... Alive. She felt the eyes on her, even as she ran, following the scent of that wonderous drink. Until she came to a little boy. He was dirty, and wore rags. But that didn't matter to her. Neither did the small cry as she swept him up and broke his neck swiftly she sank her fangs into his thin flesh. His heart pounded in her head and she felt drugged. It wasn't until she was nearly finished when she realized what she had done. That was the only body she ever buried.
She knew what she was, hearing legends of it when she passed through Romania with her father. She had screamed at the darkness for years, until she found her skills were enhanced by the thousands. It wasn't long until she found herself working for Her Majesty's National Gaurd as a spy and specialist in both wars. She left that life after the second war, sick of the mortal blasphemy. All that blood wasn't any good for her cover. She was taken into a Coven in New Orleans. Vampires who owned large companies, buying and selling amongst themselves. There was probably a hundred times more money than was ever mentioned. Evey had gotten close to every CEO and owner. Every vampire knew her, and feared her. A visit from Evangeline usually meant she was going to kill you or someone close to you. But every saint has their falling. Evey was used, manipulated, abused and even held captive and tortured all for the sake of the supposed name of her maker. But this was just warning. If Evey told the coven's secret, she would be killed. Finally, three months after having packets of blood dangled in front of her face, she was thrown out onto an old road in the middle of nowhere. She nearly crawled to the next civilization and drank from anything she could find along the way. The coven had connections with a small clan of lykans, who were slowly assasinating some of the other vampire CEO's. Evey knew everything about this connection, even the vampire who was the head of it and the threat to let the secret loose like a flame in a puddle of gasoline had not even given her the name of her sire. This particular character had also told all the major Covens in North America to kill Evey if she ever tried to join. Thus, another lust for revenge was born and Evey swore to kill any vampire, lykan, demon, or mortal that got in her way. Of course, nobody but Evey knows this story, but she might tell you if she likes you... Or if she plans to kill you.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 8:28 am
Name: Bridget Sommers MIA in June Last seen near Las Noches
Aliases: OPs N-12
Race: Altered human/ Euro-Asian extraction
Age: Actual age 30(appears 20)
Eyes: Almond shaped eyes/jade green
Hair: Black(cut short)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110 lbs
Physical Desciption: lithe/athletic body type;Dragon tattoo in small of her back
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons: All small arms(assault rifles, pistols);bladed weapons(knives);
martial arts (Wing Chun/Eagle Claw) ;Sidhe blade (perfers Glocs 9)
Special Accessories: Watch;dog tags;Duster;Stetson;jungle boots;lock picks(normal&eletronic)
Clothing: Loose fitting black pants & loose black shirt; casual clothes for meeting people in the 'world'
Skills: Acrobatics/gymnstics;HALO;Scuba;suvival techniques(all environments);mountainerring;demolitions;sniper;thieve's skills;oragamy;
tracking(wilderness);computers(basic)
Special Abilites: Enhanced Senses; strength 5x her weight;skeleton improved (organic plastic merged making bones 5x harder);improved rate of healing;Edidtic memory;Enhanced resistance to illness/disease
Enemy Races: All the races that prowl the night; has a propensity to hunt
vampires for some unknown reason
Personalities: Focused professional;mission oriented;more extroverted
around people when not on a mission
Biography/History: Raised by Aunt and Uncle after the murder of her parents and sister at the age of 4. Her uncle was in the service and she became a typical army brat. At the age of 18 she enlisted in the Army and
found a home there. With her strong aptitudes in many fields she was
approached by the Army for a special program;she voluntered right away.
She found out the porgam had another 30 volunters. The group found themselves subjected to experimental DNA,Drugs,and surgical procedures By the time they were done with Poject Nemisis 8 had died,12 went insane
leaving 10 fully operational for thier program. They became operational within a month as a 'Black-Ops' team and performed several operations.
Congress found out about the project and closed it down; The members of the team were disbanded to other units where they served out the rest of thier tours and were released from service. Bridget returned to NYC and
began her career as a mercenary;assasin;thief;bodyguard;and Hunter. She now lives in the Stalkers Chapter House with Sanchez after the Brown
Stone was destroyed in a fierce and bloody fire-fight.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:09 am
Name: Shingo Nanami Aliases/ Nicknames: n/a Race: Human Age: 19 Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Height: 5’10” Weight: 130lbs Physical Description: Standing at the below average height of 5’10” he appears to have a fairly normal frame although a little on the skinny side. Being born from japanese descent and european descent he sticks out in most crowds these days and prefers to just hang around with anyone he knows somehow feeling vulnerable by himself. Although he does have enough muscles to win him some fights he isn’t insanely strong and can’t compete with most people in fist to fist combat. He has a tattoo of an overly adorned cross on his left shoulder, which is odd since he’s mostly an aethist. Picture((because my descriptions suck)): In casual wear mind you  Hunter Type: Slayer Affiliation/group: Shadow Stalkers Weapons: Glock-18 Type: Machine pistol Caliber(s): 9mm Weight: 624g Length: 186 mm Magazine Capacity: 31-33 extended magazine round FN P-90 Type:Sub machine gun Caliber: (wasn’t able to find0 Weight: 2.5 kg Length: 500 mm Barrel length: 259 mm Magazine Capacity: 50 round magazine box -One short sword with a silver edge and is about 1 ½ feet long. -Several throwing daggers Clothing: On a normal hunt he would usually wear a long black leather jacket and black parachute pants in attempt to better hide himself from does that stalk that night. Within his jacket he wears a custom bulletproof vest with magazines all along the insides of his jacket as well as thrwoing knives strapped to his left thigh. He wears his sheathed short sword on his right lower leg and also has a pair or black army combat boots. To top it all of he has a collar with one-inch titanium spikes just to make it less appetizing to get a bite in a neck. Why all the black? No it’s not because he’s emo it’s to blend in the darkness. He tends to where nothing under the bulletproof vest besides a tanktop to maintain flexibilty if he were to take off his long coat for close range combat. He also wears a pair of fingerless gloves and a pair of forearm pads. Skills: He’s a remarkble marksman from anywhere as close as in his face to as far as 200m. A wise choice would be to stay out of his sight. He is mildly okay with his short sword able to hold his own, but a win is not guranteed with it. Abilities: Better reflexes than the normal human he’s also slightly faster…. Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Vampire, Lycanthropes and from time to time a demon if he has to. Personality: A little cute, he prefers to listen rather than talk and has been known for the random outburts he casually has when he believe idoicy is being spoken. He slightly immature and acts rather odd more cat like than anything. Why this is so is unkown most people believe it’s just because he’s a cat person. Biography/History: It was a dark and stormy night as he began his trek up a busness building of his former employment. He had worked as a security guard there as a part time job as he was still in university. As he had been ready to leave as the new shift of the night arrived he noticed something odd flicker on the roof cam. There appeared to be two people fighting and then the image was gone. Rubbing his eyes vigourously he glanced again the camera was disabled. Looking at the next shift’s guard they just stared at each other until he voluntered to check it out. Now the building they were working at wasn’t insanely tall but rather really long. So as he climbed the stairs to the roof it took no time at all for him to get there. As he stood behind the door he could the random gun shout and taunts. Drawing his standard issue revolver he kicked the door open only to find nothing. Dead quiet as he looked about than it happened a normal man appeared from now where jumping at him easily pushing him down and just as he raised his hand to punch him in the face he suddenly dropped dead eyes rolling up and body soon turning to dust. Behind him now stood a man with a gun pointed at where the creature once stood kneeling down he held out a hand and said, “You okay son?” and that’s how he was set on the path of the Guardian. Vehicle: RX-8 Renesis  Jet black in colour this Rx-8 is slightly different with three cans of N20 in the back as wells as trunk has been outfitted to carry a variety of weapons without any damage due to them. This car has also been outfitted to withstand a bomb as he had it go through a bullet proofing as well as mine protection. Fairly comfortable car it’s jet-black in colour and carries no on board weapons besides the chance of being run over and is quiet capable of out running most street racing cars : p
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 6:34 pm
---Hunted and Deceased---
Name: Terra de Klaine
Aliases/ Nicknames: Ter
Race: Vampire
Age: 42 (Looks 24)
Eyes: Red
Hair: Dirty blonde
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 140
Physical Description: She is slemnder, but still has muscles underneath her skin. Has scars across her back and legs, but has a pheonix tattoo on her entire lower chest.
Hunter Type: Isn't really labeled. Just does what she does.
Weapons: Either her fists or a jagged obsidian dagger. If given a weapon, she amy use it.
Special Accessories: Cigarettes and a mini bottle of rum
Clothing: A pair of tight jeans, half-sleeved shirt, and knee-high boots
Skills: Not the best with fighting, but she does throw a mean punch when provoked.
Abilities: She is able to connect with certain people and form a link with them if the person is willing.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Whatever she is sent to.
Personality: Kinda flirty, but not with who you would think... She is also a good drinker.
Biography/History: Unlike most hunters, she led a good life. Until her father died and her mother remarried. Her stepfather beat her, and forced her to the streets at 16. She sold herself until she had enough money to get to New York, then started up a job as a dancer at a club. She attempted suicide, but someone found her and helped her. This person was a vampire.
After saving her, he gave her some basic information, then tried to take her home. She ran away again. At the age of 23, Terra had become something out of legends. But she hated it. Now, she hunts because of what the curse makes her do. She has joined the Hunters because she wants to help and have somewhere to stay... and drink.
Right after joining hunters, she met hunter Skiaska Sperraw. They hit it off instantly, with jealously from Reno, and started dating. After only a day of "love", Terra tasted Skiaska's blood, which started an abusive relationship. Skiaska ended it after seeing Terra kill two innocents and then attack the hunter herself. Terra threatened to kill Skiaska's loved ones if she told (Which she did) and sent Skiaska into a rage.
After much fighting, Skiaska ended Terra's life.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:25 pm
Name: Kade.
Aliases/ Nicknames: Night Hunter
Race: Human
Age: 28
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: About 231 lbs
Physical Description:He is solidily built and mucular and he has a scar on his left arm which goes from his biceps to his wrist
Hunter Type: Slayer.
Weapons: He normaly uses Dual deseret eagles, A katana, and a M98SR sniper rifle. He also uses fragmentation grenades and flash bang grenades and a pistol grip shotgun. All his guns have bullets everykind of bullet avaible for kiling the supernatural races
Special Accessories: Nope
Clothing: He wears a long leather jacket and has small round plates of silver atached to it but it doesnt show and looks like just a reguluar leather jacket.
He wears black pants with pockets for holding ammo and other slaying stuff black leather boots and he also wears a bullet proof vest under his jacket. And black leather gloves with the finger tips cut off and silver studds on the knuckes
Skills: He is a marksmen, a martial artist and a skilled swordsman
Abilities: He is strong fast and athletic
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: All three races
Personality: Kade will work in a team but only if he thinks its important enough other than that he works alone or with a skilled partner and will occasionaly take risk but only if he thinks its neccasary
Biography/History: Kade comes from line of hunters and always liked killing vampires and werewolves. His father was killed while trying to hunt down a dangerous and wanted vampire and he wanted to take up the same job evem though his father didnt want him too but his mind was made up and nothing could change it especially after his father was killed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:11 pm
Name: Ai Nakamura
Aliases/ Nicknames: Ai
Race: Human with genetically enhanced nervous system
Age: 23
Eyes: 23
Hair: Red
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 102
Physical Description: Thin, yet wiry; Constantly moving, poised for action; one tattoo, covering the entire back: a silver and gold cross
Hunter Type: Slayer
Weapons: M1911A1 Pistol (Caliber: .45 Auto; Action: Semi-Automatic, Recoil; Operation: Single Action, Closed Bolt; Magazine Capacity: 7 rounds) HK MSG-90 (Cartridge: 5/20 round detachable box magazine; Caliber: 7.62 × 51 mm NATO; Action: Semi-Automatic; Effective range: 1000m), Ayu-no Ken (holy katana, vampire/demon slayer), 10 boxes MSG-90 ammo, 12 clips M1911A1 ammo, cleaning cloth for Ayu-no Ken.
Special Accessories: Titanium-Steel Scale-Mail (protects against slashing and piercing, but less against bludgeoning), waist-cape:blue, head-worn flashlight(left-temple)
Clothing: Usual outfit:hunting- T-S Scale-Mail, leather boots; outfit:casual- Red Jumpsuit (black stripe on both sides, Blue Sunglasses)
Skills: Excellent marksman and swordsman; less skilled as negotiator or undercover agent
Abilities: Faster than usual, lightning reflexes (can dodge bullets if there is room and if the sound is heard), keen eyesight, hearing, and smell
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Hunts mainly vampires but demons as well
Personality: Serious, social when necessary, loner or duo-fighter
Biography/History: Ai Nakamura was born in the city of Atlanta, Georgia to a kind mother and an alcoholic father. When she was seven years old, she awoke one night to a commotion in her parents room of the apartment. She thought that her parents were just at it again, fighting, you know? She did not expect the horrible screams from both of her parents. Ai hid under her bed with her uncle's sword, Ayu-no Ken, waiting for whatever to leave. And that it did. When she went to her parents room, she beheld a gruesome sight: her parents lay dead on the floor, her mother pale as moonlight and her father splattered all over the room. Young Ai did not cry for her parents, but merely swore revenge upon who killed them. Luckily, she found a token the villain left behind: a sharp canine tooth, embedded in her mother's neck. It appeared her father did have some compassion after all. Ai grew up an unhappy child, even though she had several friends in school. She was not very sporty, but she trained in any weapon or martial art she could find. This training left her a skilled swordsman at the age of 14. She had long before began researching the tooth she found and several leads proved fruitless. When she graduated, she joined the National Guard and was stationed in New York, in order to protect the city from future attacks. One night on base, a scream woke her. She was distinctly reminded of that night 15 years before, and rushed into the next room over, clutching Ayu-no Ken. She saw what appeared to be a vampire, standing over the body of the newly recruited Sam Banks. Faster than one could see, Ai beheaded the fiend and raised the alarm. After she explained herself to the MP's, she heard her name being called behind her. She turned around and saw a strangely garbed man gesturing for her to come over. He asked her for her name and what she knew. She, although reluctantly (for she did not know this man or his motives), told him her story. He decided to impart to her the secret of the Hunters, a group devoted to the destruction of the abominations infesting the City. She said that after her service was up, she would join. And that she did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:47 pm
Name: Ahab
Aliases/ Nicknames: Captain
Race: Human
Age: 26
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hunter Type: Guardian.
Physical Description: He's a physically capable dude, albeit more in the nervous system department than raw muscular mass. Thing is, he doesn't and haven't really needed it. Guns do that for people. Hair? He's got some of those "golden locks", ie un-maintained hair. He doesn't believe in combs. He's trained in the parkour philosophy of urban movement, therefore is as good at traversing urban obstacles as bloody Godzilla (metaphorically speaking, of course).
Weapons: He perfers something along the lines of a P7M10, S&W 360, Neostead, M25, AKM, MGL-140, Mauser Broomstick, etc. He will occasionally carry a machete, straight razor, or stilleto dagger, although perfers another small gun to any edged weapon.
Special Accessories: Yes. More ammo.
Clothing: Ahab likes to wear his heavy olive drab army surplus jackets over cotton t-shirts. The jacket makes a nice method of concealing his personal arsenal, and keeps him rather warm as well. Lots of big pockets, just like the cargo pants he normally wears. To complement, he normally wears steel-toed jungle boots (1" soles). He also likes to wear big asssed Ray Ban aviators during relatively safe situations to keep his eyes adjusted to the dark. Plus they look cool as ********: Ahab likes to shoot skeet. He's good at it, whether they be clay discs or leaping undead creatures. Well trained in the Applegate philosophy of shooting, he can dominate any level playing field, and has an instinctive grasp of long-range bullet trajectories. He's trained in kicking vampy a** with hand, foot, steel, and other implements of smackination, and has good spatial orientation. He's in tune with the world. Ahab also has an extensive knowledge of vampy habits and the biology that drives them.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Ahab's trained for taking down vampy operations, but that type of thinking and training are sure to carry over well into Lycan and Tainted operations.
Personality: He's a maverick for the sake of it with an addiction for dialectic tension up until the point of storming into a dark multi-room compound full of the undead. Then he's a team player. Off the playing field, he tends to be a real mellow fellow. He's got a decent excuse for a moral code, and perfers balanced chaos to tyrannical stability. He views the imperfections of the world as neccesary for the system to properly function, and tries to keep it all in equillibrium. He's crude and likes it.
Biography/History: Ahab's an ex-FVZA agent. He applied for the FBI straight out of college, but they didn't like his 'tude and instead bumped him over to the somewhat secretive and eccentric Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency. He did well in the agency for several years, but quit due to a disagreement over agency policy. Since then, he's been offering federal expertise to several private underground groups.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:30 pm
Name: Nakura
Aliases/ Nicknames: The Black Rook
Race: Human
Age: 32
Eyes: Green/hazel
Hair: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 174 lbs
Physical Description: Solidly built, but not too large. Muscular, but not muscle bound, although very strong.
Hunter Type: Slayer, although he is more precise and intelligent than most, and sometimes goes out during the day dressed casual to scout.
Weapons: Although he owns a whole selction of weapons, the ones that he usually carries with him are:
A custom desert eagle, red dot scope, extended magazine, full -auto capabilities.
A powerful sniper rifle of his own design, worn on his back, with an assortment of special functions.
Many concealed throwing knives, blessed with holy water and coated in silver.
A telescoping longsword, all folds into hilt when not in use, blessed/silver
Special Accessories: Sometimes wears parts of an ancient suit of armor passed down in his family, used by his anscestors to hunt as well, although he usually only wears the chest plate, gauntlets, and grieves so as to not limit movement, and are easily concealed under clothes.
Clothing: Usually wears black clothing, often conceals a pieces of armor (described above) under normal clothes. Sometimes wears trench coat, if he needs to conceal more knives than usual in it.
Skills: He is a skilled marksman, with his sniper rifle and custom desert eagle. But he is also amazingly good throwing knives and the weapon of his anscestors, the long sword.
Abilities: Very strong, for hand to hand, but his eyesight is also impeccable, especially at night. He also has good speed, and when combined with his jumping he can leap long distances.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Because he has had early experiences with all three, he is a good all around hunter, but he is weakest against demons, having not encountered them as much as lycans and vampires.
Personality: Very serious, most of the time, and has mostly hunted alone, but is also very good in group hunts.
Biography/History: All his life his parents had taught him how to hunt vampires and lycans, how to shoot, use a sword, where they are weakest, etc. But when he was 14, both his mother and father were killed by a lycan named Volsmith, leaving Nakura and his sister Anna alone in the world. Both of them became very skilled hunters, but one day when they were hunting a particularily powerful vampire named Lensil, his sister was bitten, and died. Lensil got away, but Nakura vowed to hunt down the ones who destroyed his family, and would not rest until they died at his feet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:57 pm
Hunter Bio - Jessekaboom
Name: Jayce "Nexus" Augustus
Alias: Nexus, named for his two chain sickle weapons
Race: Human
Age: 27
Eyes: Red-orange
Hair: Dark blonde
Height: 6'
Weight: 160lb
Physical Description: A young adult of tall and limber build. Has a scar from his left temple to the bridge of his nose where he was attacked by a Lycan when his parents were killed.
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons:
Justice and Liberation: Two silver, 18-foot chains with a modified sickle blade on the end of each, blessed with holy water and inscribed with enchantments and runes. Carried and bound inside the vanguards he wears, with each chain running down his sleeves to a locking mechanism on his wristguards. The bladed tips of the chain can be unsheathed and used as close combat and assassination weapons. Left to him by his father.
Two Berretta 93Raffica burst pistols with silver nitrate and UV rounds alternating in his modified ammo clips
Zweihander made of cold iron and silver with engraved light runes, carried on his back in large, leather sheath. Kris hidden in the hilt of the sword. Given to him by his elder brother.
Homemade explosives
Special Accessories: Large vanguards (shoulder armor) which are used to contain the rolled-up chains which are Nexus' preferred weapons. He wears at all times a silver pendant of the sun, the weakness of the supernatural races.
Clothing: Nexus is always wearing a loose brown shirt and a black leather vest, loose, ripped jeans, a red-maroon headband, and a pair of tarnished canvas sneaker shoes. He always keeps with him Justice and Liberation, so he always wears the vanguards and bracers that go along with them. Always carries bags and pouches on a belt filled with field medicines, holy water, silver nitrate, liquid explosives, and ammo clips.
Skills: Extremely adept in using his chain weapons, a self taught discipline based on the limited lessons his father gave him at age 18. He is also an accomplished field medic and always carries with him medicinal herbs, pharmaceuticals, bandages, and a supply of holy water from a shrine his father blessed. Also carries with him homemade explosives which he uses to make escapes and subdue enemies.
Abilities: Nexus is a quick thinker and very intelligent, as well as being very nimble and athletic. He does not have any superhuman abilities, but his razor-sharp wit and adaptability are what help him during his hunts.
Enemy Race: Sworn hunter of the Lycanthropes.
Personality: Nexus is a fairly friendly young man, making many allies to aid him in his bloodlust for Lycans. He is dead serious when it comes time to fight though, as he has a sworn vendetta against the race what killed his family.
Biography/History: Jayce was born in the harsh cold of Russia, but only lived there until he was four, when his family moved to New York for freedom and opportunity. He had a fairly normal life in his early years. His father was Father Adam, a preist for a Catholic church, and his mother worked as a private school teacher. When he turned eighteen, his father and two-years-elder brother introduced him to the hunting of the supernatural, which he clung to and was fascinated by. His father introduced him to the art of chain fighting, but merely two weeks after his eighteenth birthday, Lycans broke into his family's house and killed all of his family - his mother, father, brother, and baby sister. The attack was swiftly executed, the Lycans came and left within a matter of minutes. Only Jayce was able to fight back, as he had his brother's sword with him as the break-in occured. His father was still alive, breathing his last, as Jayce rushed to his side. Unable to help him with his limited first-aid skills and forbade by his father to call the police as they would find out about the supernatural. He was left everything that remained of the now-razed house. He buried his family at his father's well-shrine at their property, then swearing to kill any and every Lycan that crossed his path. He assumed the name Nexus and trained rigorously for seven years, self-teaching his weapon discipline and doing odd jobs for income, becoming a full member of Haven at age twenty-five.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:54 pm
Name: K. L. Kross
Aliases/ Nicknames: Most People just call him Kross
Race: Human
Age: 24
Eyes: A Odd shade of grey almost silver
Hair: Very Dark Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 160
Physical Description: Kross is only slightly muscular and looks younger then he is, he has a large scar on his right cheek.
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons: Dual Chain Blades sheathed on his back they are made of pure untainted silver the guard gives it a odd resemblance to a cross, Dual Custom Desert Eagles, they are made of a blackened silver and they have blades along the edges, he can twirl and cut with the bladed eagles well enough. Dual cresent blades, also on his back, silver with various runes and symbols on their surface, he has learned to throw them like a boomarang. A deck of throwing cards that of course are silver and last but not least his Finger & feet blades. Even though he has alot of weapons the weight doesn't fase him. All of his weapons are mostly hidden under his coat.
Special Accessories: Silver arm armor, right arm is covered roughly to his shoulder and left only to his elbow, The tips of his fingers have hidden blades about 1-2 feet long that flip out though they seem to come from no where. Feet armour about to his knees and bladed so his kicks can be deadly, also pure silver.
Clothing: Shades seem to be always in his outfit, they are almost always a black chrome. He wears his hand and feet armor most of the time with his chain blades on his back and Eagles on his hips, his T-shirt is a very odd fabric that looks like silver and is extremly hard to puncture, to finish his outfit he wears black leather pants and a black full length coat that hides all of his weapons.
Skills: Is a freerunner so knows how to run up walls to a certain extent and is generaly acrobatic, Seems to have a unnatural control over his chain blades and other weapons.
Abilities: Both beind fast and having extraordinary Balance would be on his list of abilities, also have an odd skill with most metal so he can make it do what he wants.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Lycans & Vampires, He generally doesn't take on Demons or what ever but he can if he has to.
Personality: He's naturally dark and likes to keep to himself, he enjoys the nightlife more then anything else.
Biography/History: Living most of his life in the mountains of Canada, nothing much happened before the night that changed his life. There was a large slaughter in his home town that killed his family, he was taken in by an older hunter and told about the other races, he trained for years and learned quickly to hunt them with skill and finesse. Learning not to trust anyone he quickly just started to call himself by his last name, now only those that are close to him know his real name.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:45 pm
Name: Libros
Aliases/ Nicknames: Libros
Race: Vampire
Age: 526 years old (looks 20's)
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Height: 6'1
Weight: 194 Lbs
Physical Description: Libros stands at 6'2 with a body built of muscle. he wears two outfits one being a red yukata,shade hat,wraped hands,and wooden sandles. The other outfit is made of black appearl a shirt,coat,headband,shoes,socks and gloves. Libros has no piercings but he does have a nsall tattoo on his back. It is a small japanese letter meaning strength, as well as a second tattoo with a royal army insignia.
Hunter Type: Guardian/Slayer
Weapons:
The Crystal Osafune- A steel katana with a strange blue tint.
The Silver Dawn-A silver katana
9mm pistol x 2
Silver round clip x 12
Standard round clip x 12
A set of steel cored and silver bladed daggers he wears on his belt
Special Accessories: Libros wears a chain with a small circular crystal with an engraving on it, as well as a silver cross
Clothing: Libros wears a shirt with a red torso and black sleeves, baggy black pants, black socks,black boots, a pair of black gloves with small steel plates on the top of his hand, a black headband, and one or both of his swords.
When he hunts He wears the same pants,gloves,headband,belt,and boots but under his shirt is titanium chainmail. He only brings one sword with him usually.
Skills: Libros is a skilled swordsman and is pretty skilled with small arms. He is an expert at melee, and hand to hand combat. He is extremely stealthy and is tactical if he is alone or in an odd situation.
Abilities: Libros has an extreme amount of speed and strength. He has total control over his powers and limits them very well out of combat. He also has regenerative powers.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Libros hunts all supernatural races because he doesn't like seeing his allies getting hurt and he wants to make sure no other families get massaecred like his.
Personality: Libros tries to be funny when he is out at a bar or somthing and he is a pretty casual person when he is at ease, but when he is hunting or in a fight he becomes very serious.
Biography/History: Libros grew up in a small village and when he was 15 his family was attacked by a very strong vampire his father tried to fight it off but couldn't Libros tried as well but was not killed but turned into one of the creature. Later the next day his grand father came in and saw only a bloody grandson on the floor. Without taking the time to look around and took the boy out of the house. Unfortunatly Libros inherited the thirst for blood and held off of feeding for as long as he could until he began to feed on cows and other livesock.
After being cared for by his grandfather until he could master his apprenticeship of a swordsman/blacksmith. Libros lived a very normal life until his village was attacked by more vampires and the village was eventually destroyed. For the most part Libros' apprenticship was not a waste since he learned from masters throughout the country side and learned many different sword making syles and techniques. He became a great sword maker and swordsman, he eventually stopped moving about and lived in a town.
After about 100 years Libros figured he outlived everyone he knew and whenever he got cut he healed within an hour. He also had far more strength than his body showed so he joined the army and became a general leading it to many victories until he abandoned it for a few decades.
He fought for years around the countries and then after he killed a particularly strong vampire and he found it's sword, it was blue and stronger than anything he had seen before. It seemed to have some sort of magic placed on ti but he didn't know how to use it.
The world around him had changed and he did modernize and did fight in many battles, he learned hwo to fire a rifle when they were first made and also took a ship to America and to a strange city called New York. When the city was young it was clear of vampires and Libros left learning the new English language and became fluent in it no one would have told he was Japanese because he even looked American! (haha) Eventually he went to L.A and was attacked by a large hairy beast and was almost killed if not for the help of the hunters. They took him back for some reason and things about new world and the creatures called lycans were explained to him and at the beginning he helped all he could but eventuall left the city to learn of his powers. After 100 years of practice he went to New York to hunt the evil he sensed and now he hunts lycans,and vampires that threaten.
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