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Name: Tyrin Alistair Kane

Aliases/ Nicknames: Wild Buckshot

Race: Human

Age: 22

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 5’ 11”

Weight: 215

Physical Description: Standing five foot eleven inches and very well built, Tyrin looks like most 20 something’s in this day and age, his shortened and spiked hair never looks like he spent more then 5 minuet putting in some jell, the diamond studded earring adorning his left ear rarely draws people attention away from the omega tattoo he has covering his right eye. When he stretches out his right hand to shake yours, you can see he has a flaming eight ball tattooed on. And a small glint appears from his left hand, it appears to be a silver cross wrapped around his wrist.

Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons: Noreen – A Sawed off shotgun Tyrin has had for years, it was a gun given to him by his father at the tender age of 15, he hunted (Animals not supernatural beings) like most young boys do, but it was never with his father, it was always with his Uncle James, a former hunter from Alberta Canada. His Uncle told Tyrin at the age of 20, about his fathers past, and why he was never around the house. He also told Tyrin about the shotgun, and how his father always used it, and named it Noreen.

Beth & Jane – The first set of guns Tyrin bought for his first real hunt, he saw them in the window of a gun store of 98th ave in New York. The handles are lined with silver and Ivory, he engraved both guns with the initials TAK B&J. what also attracted to him was the fact the were revolvers, he loved them, since he saw one of his childhood heroes wield them.

Clothing: A Flak Vest adorned with various holy words said to keep night folk from removing it. A leather strap can be seen crossing his chest over the Flak vest, it’s attached to a large gun sleeve used to store Noreen. Along his waist is a belt lined with what look like fanny packs, inside these packs are various different shotgun shells and revolver bullets. His pants are like most others, just a regular pair of green camouflage pants. His boots look to be regulation military grade combat bots, but under the leather covering is a shell of 3 inch 440 gauge stainless steel, it weighs his feet down but also provides great foot protection

Skills: Accounting, weight lifting

Abilities: He has an innate math ability which lead to him becoming an accountant. He has also been told that for someone his age and height, he is rather strong, being able to lift 320 lbs of dead weight.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Due to his “history” he specializes in hunting Vampires

Personality: During the day he acts very timid, due to his job, he has to keep this front up so that he wont look out of place, but when the sun goes down and night befalls the city he changes to a brave man, who is willing to go all in if he knows that he has a 50% chance of winning the fight

Biography/History: Born in Calgary Alberta, his childhood was like most kids, he went to school, played with his friends, dated and what not. During his youth, his father was never around much, he never resented his father for not being around, since he was told by his uncle that, due to the working schedule his father had, he could only be home once a month at most. He loved the time he spent with his dad, and on his 15th birthday, he even got a present, which wasn’t all that rare, but it was a gift his dad uses when he was younger, and cherished.

The present was the sawed off shotgun his dad called Noreen, Tyrin became accustomed to the name, so he also began to call the firearm by the same name, for the next five years, he heard his father spent more and more time in the hospital due to injuries sustained at his job. Five years passed without much change, Tyrin heard his father had left the country on a work expedition roughly two months after he received Noreen, being heartbroken for the next few months was normal, but he soon got over it. His uncle was always there for him, consoling him however he could.

During Tyrin’s collage days he fell deeply in love with a woman named Linda, she returned his affection, even after she moved to New York for a job while Tyrin still had a year and a half left before his courses would be finished and he would be a certified accountant. When ever he would have a week or two of free time during his schedule, he flew down to New York to visit his girlfriend, on trip he popped the question to her, right in the middle of her office, Linda being overjoyed said yes, Tyrin flew back with this happy feeling. During the next six months they planned there wedding through correspondence, they decided that the wedding would happen four days after he gained his certification, the location was agreed upon as being Central Park.

Tyrin wasn’t a big fan of moving to New York, but wanted to do what ever he could to make Lynda happy, three days before the wedding Tyrin received word that Lynda was killed, Tyrin was deeply hurt by this, it felt as though his heart got ripped out, he left the letter on the coffee table in his uncles house, then walked upstairs, unpacked his bags and locked himself in for days on end. Uncle James found the letter about three days into Tyrin’s lock in. he raised an eyebrow as he read the attached autopsy report, James when down into the basement with Lynda’s autopsy report in hand, pulling on a string to light up the dark and gloomy basement, he looked for a box contained Tyrin’s fathers autopsy report. After two hours of searching, he found it, and examined both reports. James nodded and went back upstairs, with both reports in hand. He continued till he stood in front of Tyrin’s room, and knocked “Tyrin, I need to talk to you, I know your heart broken about losing your fiancé, but…well this also concerns your father” the crying from inside the room became a silent whimper after a few moments and the door clicked as it was unlocked.

James entered the room and showed Tyrin both reports, Tyrin held back tears and asked James “Uncle, why didn’t you tell me dad was dead” James ran his free hand through his hair “Well, Tyrin, I promised your dad that if anything happened to him, I wouldn’t tell you. You see, your dad didn’t want you following in his footsteps.” Tyrin looked confused, since to his knowledge his father was a construction worker. James placed a hand on Tyrin’s shoulder and gave him the rundown of how his father was a freelance hunter based out of New York. Tears ran down Tyrin’s face, and his hands clenched “Why didn’t he want to be there with him? What was he afraid of Uncle James” James turned his gaze to the floor “He didn’t want to see you hurt, it was hard when he saw me get shot in the leg, I don’t think he would have been able to concentrate on Hunting when he would have felt like he needed to protect you” James continued to explain what Hunting entailed, Tyrin’s eyes flared as he heard the details “Uncle James, I want you to teach me to hunt over the next year, I want to kill what ever killed my dad and Lynda” James stood up quickly from the bedside, and turned to face Tyrin “If you truly want this your gonna need to keep your grades up in school” “No problem Uncle James” “Fine, we’ll start in one week, and trust me it wont be fun”

During the last year of school, Tyrin gained his Certification, as well as the skills he needed to be able to hunt without heavy assistance. “Well Uncle James, I got a job in New York, so I’m off” “Remember Tyrin, if you need help with anything, phone me, I’ll get some of my contacts to help you” “Don’t worry Uncle James I will, you take care of yourself, and I’ll see you when ever I decided to move back” Tyrin hugged his Uncle, then packed his things into the waiting cab, he was off to New York, to get revenge, for both his fiancé and father.

Name: Marshall O'Riley

Aliases/ Nicknames: Gruff, chuck, Babysitter, Hater, Ro

Race: Human

Age: 23

Eyes: Green

Hair: Red

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 140 soaking wet

Physical Description: Marshall is not big my any standars standing a little more than five feet, and by the looks of him at first glance one would assume he was a twig begging to be snapped. Marshall doesn't have an ounce of fat on him, his small frame is covered in lean muscle, his skin is covered in hundreds of defensive runes and rebelious insignia including a mouse flipping a bald eagle the burg and the old Revolutionary standard of a rattle snake with the caption "don't tread on me" however his favorite is that of a twisted picture of a skull on his right arm, above is the caption "iron within" below it "Iron without". his ears look more meatl than fesh thanks to dozens of earings, he can name each one and tell if it has a defensive or sentimental value. always clean shaven.

Hunter Type: slayer

Weapons: (all?...ok here goes) twin machetes strapped across back (silver edges, sub machine guns strapped to hips, .45 semi automatic pistols in shoulder holsters, 2 bowie knives in boots, .22 cal pistol in small of back, 4 packs of silver stakes 2 on chest, 1 on each thigh, twin sawed-off shotguns hanging from easily accesible holsters supported from shoulders.

Special Accessories: golden bracelet on right wrist, copper one of left, engagement ring on left ring finger, as mentioned before several dozen earings, two way link to home base.

Clothing: ankle length black trench coat (heavy duty cloth, covered in rudimentary stitching), black army boots, dark pants that allow maximum mobility, skull cap, red oddly enough.

Skills: His best skills are his street smarts, he has learned enough martial arts to know where the sweet spot is when he's fighting something with an anatomy, mastery of martial weapons and guns.

Abilities: athletic, very fast, strong, cunning, occasional premonition, good eyesight, learns a persons tell very quickly

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: vamps, and lycons

Personality: When he's on the job marshall is not one to joke around with, even as he works his way through dozens of foul creatures it seems as if each and every one strikes at him with twice the ferocity, his dark secrets it seems are the only thing that allows him to look into the void and laugh. His off the job persona on the other hand is the differnt side of the same coin, a bit of a card shark, he enjoys a good game of poker over a pile of vampire and lycan skulls, He's an avid drinker with a liver and kidneys that never seem to bother the lack of respite, he enjoys helping people get their problems in front of them then taking them hunting to vent it all out. an interesting character few ever realize that they have never met Marshall O'Riley

Biography/History: Marshall grew up in a loving home, the youngest of three his parent were very proud that their kids were so smart, Marshall even at a very young age was fast and in his freshman year of high school he was the star of the cross team. everything changed thanksgiving of that year however. getting ready for the big dinner Marshall went outside to collect firewood for the fireplace. everybody was comfortable when the dorrbell rang through the house, before anybody could answer it the solid oak came blasting off its hinges. marshall got back in time to see the carnage, the police arrived a few minutes later and took him away. the courts never bought his story and he was thrown into prison until his 18th birthday, he spent 4 years incarcerated by the state because he discovered his family had been killed. one man came to him shortly after his sentencing claiming toearnestly believe his story, he told Marshall to do everything in his power to educate himself and train his body to maximum efficiency, and he would have a home the day he got out. the same man came back every few months to make sure he was keeping up to his end of the deal.

On his 18th birthday Marshall left his life as a ward of the state to discover what had really happened on the horrible night of 4 years past. the man told him that he was a hunter and that what had killed his family was a vampire that had just discovered he had turned and succumbed to the thirst. The man only reffered to himself as sir, sir told Marshall that his family had reanimated about 20 minutes after they had arrived at the morgue and, just like thier murders the event was covered up. sir taught him everything he knew about hunting, strategy to trap a lycon, where to cut a demon just right, when his training was complete sir explained that the forces of darkeness were coming for him and that most of Marshalls family was somewhere in New York, that's as far as he got before the noise outside of the small forest cottage ceased, sir quickly rushed marshall through the escape tunnel, the last thing he ever heard from his mentor was the clicking of dozens of padlocks, and the scraping of very heavy furniture.

Marshall has come to new york to find his family and put them to a final rest.

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Username: DarkMantis

Name: Brad Grey

Aliases/ Nicknames: Shoryn

Race: Human

Age: 17

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 190 lbs

Physical Description: Shoryn is lean, he also has scars on forearms from fighting Lycanthropes. He has a tattoo on the back of his neck of the New York Hunter's Group logo.

Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons: Shoryn normaly carries a custom P90

a Crossbows
two combat knives
and two costum Sig Sauer pistols.

Special Accessories: Shoryn wears a silver necklace with a cross on it and blue shades.

Clothing: Wears mostly black clothing, a darkgrey shirt, black fingerless gloves, black pants and black shoes.


Skills: Marksman and self taught melee combat.

Abilities: Very fast, strong, smart. Able to sense where evil lurks, so being a marksman doesnt mean u need eyes.

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Lycanthropes and wolf-like demons.

Personality: Serious, Introverted and Closed-Minded.

Biography/History: All that remains of Shoryn's memories are of his family being slaughtered by Lycanthropes, this event occured when he was around 8 years old, he has been training himself ever since, so one day he could find and destroy the foul beasts that has destroyed his life. During the 9 years after the incident he has trained himself to use modern day fire arms, crossbow and pistols. He has also learned how u fight in melee combat useing combat knives. He also knows that Lycanthropes have a weakness to silver nitrate.

Name: Ryukaso

Alias's: R, Romare, Ryukani

Race: Human

Age: 19

Eyes: one green, one black

Hair: Short cropped up, similar to avi's

Height: 6'1

Weight: (this is a bit specific XD) uhhh... how bout 148

Phys Description: Lean, and stalks (his back leans forward from the top) very wiry, not very muscular. natural tan skin, almost islander.

Hunter Type: Guardian

Weapons: A single dagger, with no signs or markings, that is double edged. The sheath of the dagger has a small compartment, filled with a lockpick kit. The hilt has a hidden usb attatchment, so as to plug into computers, for hacking. He also has an invention of his own, an old silver revolver without the barrel chamber. It was replaced with an electric pulser, so as to electrically charge the gel he loads it with. After every shot he has to reload the gel from teh barrel. The gel delivers a very specific charge that does not register among the pain nerves, but burns out the muscle cells in the area. A shot to the head will turn the brain to mush. Both weapons have small lights, the dagger has a radial (area) light, the gun a flashlight.

Accessories: none.

Clothing: a white dress shirt, always with three buttons open at the top. A pair of baggy levi's and boots. Always wears the same thing, has 17 of the outfit.

Skills: Incredible with computers. Can hack just about anything. Understands physical physcology very well, every motion has a meaning and he knows it. Average lock picking skills. Can open a safe with his kit in his sheath, just uses computers to open any other door. He also trys to invent new things. The gun is his own invention, as well as the dagger.

Abilities: Hacker, Lock Pick, physologist, Inventor. Absolutely brilliant.

Enemy: His own imagination (the dark plays tricks on him)

Personality: Always cheerful, except when in dead darkness. Almost always tries to respond with a joke, though usually never funny.

Background: grew up in Dallas, Texas. always had a knack for taking things apart, he developed skills with hardware. When his family got a computer, he originally got on it to see how things were built, and how to build. Over time, he spent more and more time on the computer, getting more and more literate with it. His grades in school excelled, he was 3 in his class in high school. At 15, he bought his own computer, and played with the code of the programming until he knew his system better then most of the engineers that made it. At 17, he began to write programs. The blackout in New York was not caused by an electrical failure, it was a test to change soft programming, into physical problems. He made his alias Romare at 13, simply to play games and make accounts online, but after awhile changed to R when he became more serious with hacking and programming. Ryukani was created simply from a friend that couldn't speak english, and it stuck. Ryukani in the real world, R in the digital. Only his family and closest confidants know his real name. After graduating from high school at 18, he moved to New York, hoping to find a job as a programmer. He was contacted by many people, but the most appealing was someone known as Thitane. He requested a program that can disable a computer and destroy its contents, R made it for him. WHen R came home, to find his computer destroyed by a virus he made only hours before, he wanted to get back. Using his cell phone (and running up his bill) he discovered "Thitane" was only a fake name, and discovered many disappointed programmers. He met each one, and was able to trace down a location. When he entered the building and went to the office of this "rip-off". After talking with the man, he stood to leave, when the door slammed shut. The man stood from his desk, and and walked past R to the door, and suddenly dissappeared. R looked out the window of the door and saw the man, walking away, when a a man in a large black cloak ran past and began to shoot at the teleporting man. R watched as the Teleporting man turned, ignoring the bullets and attacked the man in the cloak. After the fight was done, the teleporting man fled, and R opened the door and searched the dead man. Seeing the Hunters patch, he decided to investigate, hoping to get some info, and found Hunters. ATM, he only knows about hunters and tainted.

((i have been in the guild for awhile but i wasn't able to keep up with the guild cuz of school so i've decided to make a new profile))
Name: Rain Rioken

Aliases/ Nicknames: Rain

Race: Human

Age: 23

Eyes: blue

Hair: dark purple (dyed this color)

Height: 5'9

Weight: 149

Physical Description: Skinny, A scar over right eye

Hunter Type: Hunter

Weapons:
Desert Eagle with a 9 bullet magazine in holster on thigh

Downsizer pistol 1 bullet in the side of right shoe
Special Accessories: a couple of magazines of UV bullets that his friends gave him

Clothing: He doest wear much armor because he doesn't entirely beleive in vampires, lycans or anything. but he keeps his weapons just incase someone tries to attack him

Skills: Rain is a great marksman, he was on a S.W.A.T team for 2 years before a horrible incident happened that made him quit.

Abilities: Rain has an extremely good eyesight and very good hearing, he can also run quite fast

Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Anything that would threaten him

Personality: Rain is normally a funny person to be around, if he's your friend you can have a great time hanging out with him, but around women he is shy and seems very easily seduced by them.
Biography/History: Rain has never beleived in Vampires, ever since he lived in Seattle Washington, he has always believed that vampires were just a story to tell people to give a fright, he also beleived that if there were any 'vampires' they were normal humans in some group who just sharpened their I-Teeth to look like it, nad the 'turning' process was convincing otehrs to do the same after supposedly biting them. Rain had a normal life, good amount of friends at school, graduated from highschool, and for his career he became a S.W.A.T member, after 2 years of this job, he had seen many things, but one night there was a hostage situation, after arriving Rain and the squad he was in went to the room and bursted down the door only to find the hostages were already dead, after taking down the man that had held them hostage, he was forced down the stairs and into the police car where he went off to jail, Rain was ready to head home when one of his squad members came in and told him he had bad news, The hostages were his parents, and they were both dead.........Rain quit his job the next day and decided to move somewhere else in the country. After deciding to head to NEw York Rain gave one final goodbye to his friends, His friends beleived in things such as Vampires and Lycans so they gave him a few magazines of Silver bullets and UV bullets, Rain just sighed a bit as he put them in his pocket beleiving he'd never use them. After his friends saw him off at the airport, Rain flew to New York and now he tries to start living there, but things arent going well so far, the apartment he had rented was nowburnted because of some some gangs burning down the apartments, so now Rain was without a home, and only had about 100 dollars on him, Now he faces the streets of New York, not knowing what was out there.