Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ethan entered the Wherehouse with a brand new cigarette between his lips as a fresh drag of smoke had filtered from his nostrils. His white button up long sleeve shirt rustling in the wind; while for the most part his torso was being kept warm by his black Eisenhower jacket. Also, his Desert Eagle was pretty simply hidden by his jacket and pants. While a tempered Zippo and wallet as well as box of Marlboro's lay idle in his pocket.

His long jeans contoured to every step he made into the dark place as Ethan looked around.

Ethan was surprised to be called kid as in fact he was 32 years old. Much older than most of the pip-squeaks which plagued the Hunters. Which he then smirked and responded with. "Your pathetic excuse for a soul..." Of course, that was if the man asking the question was indeed a Vampire, Demon, or Lycan. Otherwise it was an empty threat; and which he then muttered. "Christo..." It was latin meaning Christ obviously, and would make any demon flinch or shudder reavealing them selves. Meanwhile he reached behind him self with his right hand; orange embers illuminating the shillouette cast over his face by the fact that he was hunced over so he could gasp his weapon easier.

Of which, in a matter of about a second or two his weapon was drawn and at eye level. It was loaded with holy concecrated rod iron bullets. Which means they were not only perfect for dealing damage to Vampires and Demons but keeping off a Lycan. The weapon as a Desert Eagle chambered for .357 Magnum ammunition while he stared down it's sights at the supernatural being.