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Name: Raevyn (ra-v-yn)

Aliases/ Nicknames: none

Race: Lycan

Age: 17

Eyes: Golden, orang-ish

Hair: Jet black

Height: 5'6

Weight: (112

Physical Description: She may be skinny and small, but she is incredibly strong and feirce, must be that lycan blood.


Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons: She has only two daggers. The first dagger is longer than a usual dagger, the handle has black leather rapped around it for good grip, it has a ruby stone embedded at the base of the blade. The second dagger is short like a regular dagger, it is the same as the first dagger, but has a saphire stone at the base of the blade.

Special Accessories: She always wears a studded collar, but would not call it lucky.

Clothing:

she usually looks like this, but when she is not hunting and is lazing about she wears common jeans and a black tee shirt.

Skills: She masters in the art of confusion, she is able to confuse people and get out of alot of trouble just by making up stories and getting them so confusing that you dont even want to listen anymore and stop caring about it. Also she has learned some some good fighting skills, it is a mix of alot of things, just anything that will work, and she learns fast.

Abilities: She is STRONG, smart, a little ditsy at times, she has exelent eye sight, just like any preditor. She has an allergie, it has blessed her, she cannot usually eat meat because she has an 'allergie', she is allergic to different types of blood, like A+, the only type she is not allergic to is 0-.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Whatever needs to be hunted, but she thinks her own kind is a challenge, so she like to have fun with that.

Personality: She is actually a very kind, and caring person. She is also shy, but once she gets to know you, she will open up and expose her true self, but she is never mean.

Biography/History: She was born on September 28th 1992 in Mount Olive, NC. Her family consisted of three sisters, all younger than her and her wonderful mother and father. However, one day tragedy struck her family, why'll her father was at work, he was sent to check out a malfunctioning machine, as he did it exploded. He died in the hospital the next day. She was devastated. Soon after her mother married another man, he was harsh and cruel, and he and Raevyn never got along, he beat her and her young sisters. Later when she was eleven her family was struck down with a sickness, the doctors could not figure out what it was, soon two if her sisters died, and so did her mom. All that was left was her one sister and her father. Raevyns life just shut down, she could not look at her father or sister anymore, so, she left. She and Cade headed towards New York. Cade was Raevyns absolute best friend, and they thought it would stay that way forever. But why'll they were traveling, one day he just vanished, she hasn't seen him since

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Name: Dawn Trepas

Aliases/ Nicknames: None, unless u wanna give me one ^_^

Race: Human

Age: 18; Birthday: Sept.25

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 4'11

Weight: 98 lbs

Physical Description: Dawn has the body of a runner, minus the height. She has tone muscle a result of her years as a gymnast which also has made her rather flexible. Dawn also as a rather good stamina, from running cross country in high school.


Hunter Type: Martyr

Weapons:
Beretta Sub-compact semi-automatic pistol
.500 Magnum Revolver x2
Mark XIX Desert Eagle in .50 Action Express

Special Accessories: -None-

Clothing:
Hunting Outfit (actual appearance) -

Casual-

Formal-
Skills: Dawn prides herself in her marksmanship, able to hit any target, though distance is a factor. When it comes down to hand to hand combat(or more of foot to face as she likes to call it) Dawn has some tricks in store, many that take in use her flexibility and speed. And when she gets close enough a shot from one of her high powered hand gun is sure to leave a sting.

Abilities: Dawn is no genius in any field other than her knowledge in how to give someone or something a good trashing. Her years on cross country has made her appreciate leg power and thats where she focuses the most in training by learning kick-boxing. Her heavy kicks are often followed by a barray of bullets. Dawn tries to use her Beretta most of time, since the recoil on her other guns send her back since she doesn't have the weight or strength to back them up.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Dawn doesn't discriminate when it comes to hunting, whatever she is commanded to track down and kill is done.

Personality:

Biography/History: Dawn has always lived in New York, though not always New York City. Born in Buffalo Dawn lived with her both of her parents, unaware of the dark activity in New York City. Always a star in her parents eye's. One fall her life was altered though. During a trip to New York with her school's gymnastics team for a state competition. While wondering around at night with a few friends, they stumbled upon a horrific scene. A strange beast was feasting on someone. The figure then turned on them. Dawn frightened turn and ran while one of her friends frozen in fear was taken down. Hearing the screams brought something alive in Dawn. She felt her body burning and her vision fading. One of her friends that had run along with her stopped beside her. Her voice was a blur as Dawn turned on heel and went to try and save her friend.

What happened after that was a blur and when she awoke she was in a hospital alongside her friend that was attacked. Her parents where next to her crying. A nurse came in and wheeled her friend away. Her parents informed her that her friend had passed away only a few minutes ago and that they feared that Dawn was going to die as well. Her parents left to go check her out of the hospital leaving Dawn in her own self doubt and questions. What had happened the night before, she would later learn that it was in fact 3 nights ago, how did she get all the scraps and bruises as well as a broken wrist? It was then that she noticed a sealed envelope with her name on it on her food tray. Flipping it over she saw that it was sealing with a strange symbol of a hand grasping a crescent moon along with the words "Carpe Noctum". Breaking the seal she found a detailed report of what had happened that night, and learned that she had been in the hospital for 3 days, a fact her parents left out. Along with the report was an invitation to join the New York Hunters and described without much detail their actions.

She had one week to make her descion and if she chose not to met them at a designated place she would lose all memory of the events that happened. It was a grim option but Dawn felt their was no other option, saying no wouldn't be right. Not to her at least, she decided that she was going to do whatever it toke to make sure that whatever nightwalker was out there, was under control, even if it cost her own life.

Wow i havent been here in a long time .. Anyways this is my renewed profile.

Name: Matikai Hakhunra (Ma-ti-kai Ha-kun-ra)

Aliases/ Nicknames: Kai, Mari

Race: Human hybrid

Age: Appears 23 (Actually nearly 41 due to experiments)

Eyes: Lilac with a blue tinge.

Hair: A deep red-purple

Height: 5” 8’

Weight: 120 lbs



Physical Description: She is skinny but has her entire body is made entirely of lean muscle, not one ounce of fat is on her. On her back is a massive tiger tattoo with flames circling the tigers feet and on occasions the tiger has been known to move (Explained later on)

Hunter Type: Slayer

Weapons: She has an entire armory of swords that she uses when slaying demons. Only in recent times has she taken to fire-arms but she avoids them as much as possible. She also carries a staff that she uses for walking but also for conjuring elements.



Special Accessories: There is one necklace that once belonged to her mother that she has kept since a very small child. It was the only thing she was allowed to keep that belonged to her mother after she was born and separated from her mother. She doesn’t wear any armour as it is not what she is comfortable wearing. If she gets cut then she gets cut ... She doesn’t mind.

Her mothers necklace.

Clothing: She likes a lot of Oriental style clothing and dresses accordingly when hunting. She has two main outfits that she alternates between depending on her mood. She is some what of a social butterfly liking to take part in social events to meet people that could help her track down Targus and his demons. Choosing Chinese cheongsam’s and one off designer outfits.



Skills: She is a conjurer of the elements and combines them with her swordsmanship when hunting. As a child she was trained to be a skilled hand to hand fighter and knows almost all forms of martial arts around. One of the elements she controls is life … the power to heal. She cannot bring people back from the dead but she can stop them from going there.

Abilities: If the time calls for it she can fight blind. In total darkness she can use her ears and hears the breathing of her enemies. She is extremely fit and can run for miles without stopping.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Demons … Fiends … Are her main enemy but she will hunt in a group with others for a specific target.

Personality: Extremely quiet and extremely guarded with her emotions. She does not tell anyone what she feels or what she is thinking but there is one that she will open up too. That is Kris Kaiten … Her guardian, old friend from their time in the labs … And also her lover. She is a born leader taking control of a chaotic situation usually with no regard for her own safety.

Biography/History: She was not conceived as an act of love and passion but as an experiment to design the perfect fighter. Her mother, the most gifted conjured in a thousand years, volunteered for the program but when she found out about the terrible experiments that were being used on her and her baby, she tried to flee. She was captured and taken back. Bound, and later sedated, the stress she experienced but a strain on her pregnancy. She gave birth to Matikai 10 weeks early. Once the laboratory had the child they had no use for her mother anymore. Her mother was sent an institution that the lab had founded to house all the mothers and retired works so that they could never talk about what went on. Matikai’s mother slipped a necklace into her daughters crib before she was taken away. Hidden in the depths of the crib only one other person knew that it was in there, the one person that she trusted within the labs, Targus Kaiten, the master of the training programs. He promised to look out for Matikai as she grew up. Targus told hid young charge the truth of everything and gave her, her mother’s necklace. Matikai was the first born of her generation of what came to be known as Hybrids … She was Generation Kimerra. The tattoo on her back was a seal that Targus gave her in a way of binding her to him, thinking she would never leave him. But she did. She and more then half of those born into the same generation as her, escaped from the lab to try and find a new life. They had been genetically modified to look 6 years old for as long as the scientists deemed necessary. This turned out to be 12 years. So even though they had been alive for 18 years, they still looked like 6 year old children. Within months of leaving the lab though, some of the drugs used to keep them young started to wear off. They all fled to New York but lived in the outer reaches of the city for years without anyone noticing them. Matikai fell in love with one of those that escaped with her and that was Kris Kaiten. Now they are rarely apart and if they are, they feel each other miles away. After a few years they had settles down into a comfortable life and Matikai had her first child, Samuel. When he was two, her old master, Targus came to see her and Kris, but he was not welcome. He killed their son when trying to give part of the same curse that Matikai bore to her son. He conjured demons that took her son and tried to create the seal. They did not know how fragile a human child was. Matikai sought vengeance on the demons that killed her son … and on her old master … Targus.

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name: Vincent Viva

Aliases/ Nicknames: Vin Vinny Viva

Race: Cyborg

Age: -Irrelevant, and incalculable due to technological implants-

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Height: 6'4

Weight: 350

Physical Description Both his arms are made off new machaincal parts along with his legs and half his chest but all is coved by fake skin that looks very simulair Eyes and brain have part for enhanced visons and smart

Hunter Type: Slayer

Weapons: One MP5 Two Desert Eagles
And Two steel red and blue kaatannas

Special Accessories: 2 Diamond rings

Clothing: (See picture)

Skills: Markmanship is extremely good Good actor.

Abilities: He is very athletic smart and strong

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Demons and Vampires

Personality: He is a team player, funny, and very brave.

Biography/History: Vincent was a simple 17-year-old, in a casual stroll down the street. A gang of vampires and demons attacked him from an alleyway, mistaking him for a double-agent they were using against the hunters. The decided that the only way to shut him up was torture, and eventual death. A rival gang raided the area, narrowly saving Vincent from the situation. He was missing a lot of blood, and had heavy internal damage. Luckily, a researcher had been in the area. He found Vincent, and kept him alive with technological implants. Since that night, Vincent has sworn revenge on Vampires and Demons. To this end, he has joined the New York Hunters, doing anything to aid in his vengence. But despite this past, he is just your average guy... err, your average Cyborg hunter.
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Name: Alan Draemont

Aliases/ Nicknames: Thane

Race: human

Age: 43

Eyes: deep green

Hair: black

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 135p

Physical Description: Alan is a short but heavily built man, with wide shoulders and short squat legs. His face is extremely harsh, full of harsh angles. His eyes are small, but not quite small enough to be called beady. He wears is straight black hair down to his shoulders so that it covers a small comet shaped birthmark. His hands and feet are large with thick fingers and toes.

Hunter Type: hunter

Weapons: Alan's proffered weapon is always his M40A3 sniper rifle, which he keeps equipped with a silencer and and an almost absurd variety of ammunitions. He also carries an old revolver which belonged to his grandfather and a small quantity of light explosive bullets for it. As a precaution for the inevitable melee situations Alan carries a set of four silvered daggers. His final weapon is a set of smoke grenades which he keeps for emergencies.

Special Accessories: Alan has a pair of zooming infrared goggles, a canister of military grade napalm (which he doesn't usually carry with him) and an experimental insect eye scope, which divides up his vision allowing him to keep tabs on his own position while taking aim.

Clothing: Alan always dresses very professionally when in the field. He wears a skintight black Kevlar body suit, a tactical munitions storage belt, and a pair of tactical munitions bandoleers. To avoid attracting undue attention when moving through crowds Alan has a black trench coat which he wears over the ensemble.

Skills: Alan is an elite sniper and has moderate skill in field medicine, enough to set a bone or cut off blood flow to a wound etc so that one could be transported to an actual medical technician.

Abilities: Alan has incredible eyesight and aim along with being a fairly durable man.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Alan hunts vampires and lycanthropes although the lycanthropes are his prefered enemy

Personality: Alan is a definite loner in the field. He doesn't like having to listen to others tell him what to do or take the time to instruct others in what to do. Off the job he is a rather friendly man who delights in sharing war stories and exchanging jokes, both dirty and clean with those around him. He also enjoys telling folk tales.

Biography/History: Alan was an elite sniper deployed to assist in putting down a faction in Mexico which was violently advocating the invasion of the USA. While there his intel team managed to track down the leader of the faction and he was sent to act as an assassin. He fired a perfect shot right through his target's heart. But the target didn't die, in fact his target transformed into a horrendous wolf/human hybrid and charged his position. He only survived the encounter because he happened to be carrying a set of silvered daggers which had been given to him as a gift from his father when he joined the military. When Alan reported what happened to his superiors and the military psychologists could find nothing wrong with him to fix he was taken off of active duty. He is currently a member of the reserves and works as a pharmacist using the medical knowledge he learned in training. Alan currently lives by himself in a small apartment in queens.