(A little background about my character:
The race is called a Hollowed Hunters (A.K.A. Guardians)
History-
As the dark races of the world began to rise in population and power, a man by the name of Lazerus made a pact with creatures not of this world to enhance him and his bloodline so that they might keep the evil in check. This pact gave them strange powers, increased speed and strength, a human and guardian form, and great regenerative abilities. But there was, however, a price. They must give up all earthly ties if they were to join this group, and they became solitary by nature, to be shunned by normal humans for no reason the humans could describe. Humans could not stand to be around them. Something about them made them outsiders.
After centuries, this group had changed. They still faught evil, but they did not have to. They could stomach being around them. However, towards the end of the new millenium, something happened to the group, and they vanished from the world. All save one. Zane Nightwalker. And he wasn't so adamant on the "killing all evil" thing.
All undead know about him and his race. But the one you are about to meet, while the same person, looks nothing like the above person. He's in his human for right now.)
They was a chill in the air as the door to the bar opened, squeeling loudly to reveal the man standing there.
(except he's wearing a black cowboy hat, too)
he stood in the doorway, letting the rain wash down his coat, and gazed across all the others. He shivered at the feeling of the undead, but cared little for them. He walked over to the nearest table, his black boots thudding heavily on the wooden floor.
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