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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:08 pm
The Hunters Roster
This is the official roster for members of the Hunters group and Hunter allies. Anybody not on this roster will not be considered to be an active Hunter.
Your leader for the Hunters group is Meredith Jackson (Cimm). Go to her for questions or command decisions in or out of roleplaying.
Submit all new profiles to CIMM for approval! Profiles not approved will be deleted. Place the name of the mod that approved the profile at the top of it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:15 pm
-=-=-=- New Hunters -=-=-=-
Creating a New Hunter Character
Below is an example and basic explanation of a character profile to help you create your new Hunter character.
Quote: Name: (What it sounds like, this is your character's given name.) Aliases/ Nicknames: (Any aliases or nicknames your Hunter is also known by.) Race: (What race are you? This will be explained later on in another post.) Age: (How old is your Hunter?) Eyes: (What's their eye color?) Hair: (What's their hair color?) Height: (How tall are they?) Weight: (How much do they weigh?) Physical Description: (Tell us what they look like. Are they skinny, muscular, lean, solidly built, stocky, willowy? Do they have any scars, earrings, tattoos, or other distinguishing characteristics?) Hunter Type: (What type of Hunter are you? This will be explained later.) Weapons: (What weapons do you use? Give us a detailed description of all the weapons that your character owns and normally uses.) Special Accessories: (Does your hunter wear any special jewelry, have special armor, or carries an unusual or useful item with them?) Clothing: (How is your Hunter usually dressed? Focus on describing the outfit they normally wear when they're out hunting, including any armor. You can also describe one or two casual outfits they own if you like.) Skills: (What skills does your Hunter have? Are they a martial artist, a marksman, a good actor, a strategist, a medic, a skilled swordsman, or do they have other skills?) Abilities: (What sort of innate abilities and talents does your Hunter possess? Are they athletic, very fast, strong, are they smart, do they have a sixth sense, do they have good eyesight, or is there something else that they excel at?) Enemy Race/What They Hunt: (What sort of supernatural creature does your Hunter specialize in dealing with? Do they hunt vampires, demons, lycanthropes, a couple of different races, or do they hunt all three supernatural races?) Personality: (What is your Hunter like? Are they funny, serious, shy, brave, depressed, psychotic, or something else? Are they a team player, a leader, a follower, a loner, a class clown, a ladies man/boy's girl, or is there another way that they act?) Biography/History: (What is your Hunters background? Where are they from, where did they live, do they have family, do they have any friends? What did they want to be when they grew up, what sports did they like, what hobbies did they do, where did they go to school? Most importantly of all, how did they find out about vampires, werewolves, demons, and the like, and why did they decide to become a Hunter?
Well, that's the basis for creating a Hunter character. If there's anything that you'd like to add, feel free to do so.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:17 pm
Hunter Races and Types
This is a quick overview of the different races that Hunters can be and the different Hunter types. These lists can also be found in the Hunter FAQ.
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Races
An Explanation of the Different Races That Hunters Can Be
There are currently four different races that Hunters can be; human, vampire, lycanthrope, or altered human.
Human- This is the default choice for Hunters. Most Hunters are human, since humans are the ones most threatened by vampires, werewolves, and demons. They are not as psychically strong as any of the other races, and have no special powers. But they make up for these lacks with intelligence and skill. They are usually better at using weapons than any of the other races, and have the intelligence needed to exploit the weaknesses of their enemies.
Vampires- The living dead, vampires gave up their mortal life long ago, or possibly they had it forcefully taken from them. Vampires usually prey on humans, but for some reason or another a few occasionally will side with humanity to fight against their brethren. Since this is an unusual occurrence, you must make sure that your vampire character has a good reason for being a Hunter; perhaps they were banished or otherwise made an outcast from their own kind, or something else entirely. Vampires are physically tougher, faster, and stronger than normal humans, but they are highly vulnerable to fire and can't go out into sunlight.
Lycanthropes- Lycanthropes, or werewolves, are a humanoid race that can change into beasts. Like vampires, they normally view humans as either enemies or prey, but some also side with the humans. Once again, a lycan character must have a good reason for why they are a Hunter. Lycans are strong and tough, they have highly improved senses, and their inner beast gives them a ferocious fighting ability. But they are burned by the touch of silver, and silver nitrate bullets are very deadly to them. Not only that, but they must fight to maintain control of their animal instincts.
Altered Humans- This is a very broad group. Altered humans are mutants, cyborgs, ESPers, a human being merged with something, the result of medical experiments, or something else entirely. They are separated from normal humans by the fact that they have special powers or are physically different from normal humans. If you're playing as an altered human, be sure to state what powers or special abilities they have. As Hunter moderator, I have the final say on whether or not your altered human is acceptable.
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Hunter Types
An Explanation of the Different Types of Hunters
Each Hunter has their own type. This determines what sort of Hunters they are, how they behave, how they hunt, how they work in a group, and so on. There are six five different types of hunters; martyrs, hunters, slayers, casters class removed, guardians, and zealots.
Martyrs- Martyrs are the hunters that are willing to do crazy and dumb things to kill off whatever they hunt. Being a Martyr is almost suicide, most don't live long at all. They will hunt with whoever is willing to go with them.
Hunters- These Hunters aren't always Hunters, they have a life outside of killing. They normally just kill for revenge. They either hunt alone or with two or three people normally.
Slayers- A Slayer's whole life is about killing. They are born warriors, adrenaline junkies, and thrill seekers, addicted to the fierce joy they get from fighting in life and death battles. They normally go after vampires but can go after lycans and demons as well. They usually make sure that they have at least somebody to back them up, and hunt in groups of about two to as many as fifteen people.
Guardians- Guardians are like the Hunter version of a cop. They aren't out to kill members of other races, they just want to keep other people out of danger and keep the peace. These are Hunters with a strong sense of duty and a knowledge of right and wrong. They will seek to resolve conflict with other races peacefully or will incapacitate a member of another race, but sometimes they just have no choice but to kill. Usually work in groups of two, sometimes in larger groups with as many as six or eight Hunters.
Zealots- Usually former clergy or other highly religious people, Zealots are motivated by religious fervor. They honestly believe that the other races are evil beings sent by the Devil, and feel that it is their calling to cull such vile infestations from the Earth. They are fearless, believing that if they die they will be rewarded in the afterlife, but they won't take insane risks like a Martyr will. Because of their beliefs they are often intolerant of non-human Hunters, but won't kill them since the non-human Hunters are obviously trying to "atone for their sins". Zealots work either alone or in a group of up to three to five, and aren't afraid to work with Martyrs.
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If you have any questions about Hunter races or types, have a question about something else, or just need some help or advice, please PM me.
*Note: Please note that the Caster class has been removed. There will no longer be any Caster class hunters due to the decision to somewhat limit magic in DNY. If you have any questions concerning this, please talk to one of your mods.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:35 pm
Last updated: 09/07/09Quick Profile Search Too lazy to search through the hunter profiles in order to weed out that hunter you're looking for? Fear not! Absanthe's decided to make the task much easier and less laborious for you! (Isn't she nice?! <3) Anywhoo ... Yeah ... This is page one and when we get a page two that'll be page two and etc, the profiles will be numbered from the top to the bottom, the top being one and the bottom being whatever number it happens to be. Kapeesh?? If not, sorry, I suck at essplaining things!
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Profile List Page One
1| Meredith Jackson (Absanthe) Hunter Leader
2| Julian Cudgell (Twisted Euphoria)
3| Chris Bolt (theholyknight) ||1 week 31/07/09||
4| Sybil Spencer ([-Seether-])
5| James Varprofit (Darksithoverlord)
6| Omaru Ichijo (Bo Brawler) ||1 week 31/07/09||
7| Aiden (dark_diablo_descendant)
8| Amber Fiorentino (Rhaegar14)
9| Kalan Alastronia (AshoftheMidnightRose)
10| Matt Crimson (Matt Crimson)
11| Kevin VanWingerden (Kashkin)
Page Two
1| Alexander (The_Rogue_Hunter)
2| Peter (fates_stitches)
3| Kerrigan Taylor (Arylkia)
4| Stan Dupree (Just Naota)
5| Marcus Othniel (Maku the Dark)
6| Erik Williams (Crimzon_Death)
7| Alethea Keaira Di'dronia (MistressAudacious09)
8| Drew Harrison (Titan Of Chaos)
9| Alecto Valdis (Zeda_custodisneph)
10| Tobias (Myst Takai)
11| Noelle Brock (Grenadine Kiss)
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:04 pm
Last Edited: 20/05/10____ Hunter Leader ____ {[{ Meredith Emily Jackson }]} 
Aliases/ Nicknames: Eden, EEds, EEdie, Edith (Eden and Edith are most commonly used)
Race: Lycan
Age: 24 - February 14th is her birthday.
Eyes: Her legitimate eye colour is hazel but she often wears contacts. She tops her eyes off by wearing heavy make up that's dark in colour to contrast with her contact colours - orange and/or purple. At current she's going more natural and is sticking with her hazel eye colour for now.
Hair: Edith's natural hair color is blonde, however, she absolutely loves dying her hair so it doesn't remain one color for too terribly long. At current, her hair is its natural blonde. She bothers to curl it almost everyday though she hardly takes time with combing it other than to pin it up. Meredith mainly styles her hair in a half bun half ponytail that she calls a bunny tail, more often than not, many loose strands of hair are left there to sway.
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 181lbs
Physical Description:
A very nice jaw line, and amazing cheek bones. Her arms are muscular compared to most women, even some men. She's often stopped by perverted men, and recieves sickening requests from them. She is definitely not frail, everything about her is greatly proportioned and she is a solid woman that is not built feminine and small. Though only eighteen, she has an amazing body with very precise curves. Being so solid, she has a fairly large bust and that's where the perverted men often look...
She has a tattoo of a black panther with thorns for claws. The panther is located on her back, right above her bikini line so that when she wears one you can see it visibly. The thorns travel and coil down her left leg, all the way to her ankle where it coils up and becomes a yellow rose. Also possessing a cross on her right shoulder, it is surrounded by white petals. Each petal possesses the initials of someone dear to her, usually those dear to her that she lost. A few names on there are her old dumb a** boyfriends and she really doesn't regard them, yet she wears them anyhow.
Hunter Type: Leader
Weapons:
Heartgate Axe- She's got her Heartgate axe, the blade is double-sided, made of some weird unknown metal substance that makes the heavy-huge-a** axe actually very light. The axe was stained a black color, is often purified in holy water, and the outside is trimmed with silver, yet it is not pure silver since the pure substance on its own is fairly weak. Therefore, when it catches lycans off guard, it doesn't deal as much devastation as normal silver would, however, it still assists in cutting them deep and clean. The axe's handle/shaft is also steel stained black with many turquoise symbols engraved upon it. The axe actually has a few hidden aspects to it as Edith sometimes required the need for surprise when she was human. The handle of the axe is actually fairly thick, yet it is extremely light, therefore hidden projectiles may be hidden within it as small spikes that are used to penetrate the skin of an unwary attacker foolish enough to take hold of the axe. The range of it is not too terribly amazing, but they can fly a few feet. Another option for Edith was to apply pressure to a certain part of the axe so that the axe blade itself became a projectile and launched itself at her attacker, thus the shaft becoming a battle staff.
44 Magnums - Her favorite and only guns. She has two twin magnums, both made at the same time. The entire gun is steel, except for the trigger, and the gun's handle is black. Engraved upon the sides of each gun are two separate passages from the bible: "Human life at its longest is very short." and "Life can be good if it is freed from the guilt of sin through Jesus Christ."
Special Accessories:
Armor -
- For armor, she now possesses the corset-styled kevlar that she had specifically fashioned for her.
- Along with the corset also came some combat boots and well fitted pants that have the same properties as the corset: flexibility and bullet absorption.
Necklace - A silver cross pendant with a matching chain, it has the word "Familia" (Latin for Family) engraved upon the back in embossed letters. The cross is also adorned with various diamonds.
Clothing:
For casual clothing, she just wears normal everyday clothing. One of her favorite outfits is just a simple white tank-top with some blue jeans. However, now she prefers to deck out in less typical clothing.
Skills:
A good actress and bluffer (runs in the family) when the need is urgent, parkour, took up street fighting when she turned fifteen and earned her living by illegally partaking in these fights she also knew William partook in them as well. She also plays the guitar, as for her singing voice, well, lets not go there ...
Abilities:
She's very sly, agile, and is able to remain calm in bad situations though can be short-tempered.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt:
She mainly hunts vampires, but is also capable of killing a lycan. She tends to avoid demons for they aren't the race she focuses on and knows little about them.
Personality:
She's fairly talkative, but not the type who drones on and on for eternity, she just likes a normal conversation. Eden easily gets lonely, but through her last few relationships that went straight downhill, she's learned to cope. She also an animal lover, and owns a black kitten named Midnight. Family means alot to her, especially William, because they related alot when they were children and still do as adults. A very calm level-headed person who can also be short-tempered, Eden actually thinks alot like a male and was always considered a tomboy as a kid. She loves the thrill of the hunt - especially a group hunt. She's also a little reckless and careless because she's willing to do anything to keep a fellow Hunter from harm which could someday cost her, her life. She loves challenges and constantly gives them to herself, she's very bave and independent though she easily gets lonely. Also like William, Eden finds comfort by reading the bible and praying to God, especially in times of other's need and when she is unsure.
Recently Meredith has turned very cold and offers little to anyone but her nonchalance or her fist in their face. She's become a slight bit of an addict though she would never admit to such a thing and she can be caught smoking cigarettes or marijuana during her hunt expeditions.
Biography/History:
For the first two years of William's disappearance, she was pretty much at a stand-still because she had no way of supporting herself. But as two years passed by and she turned fourteen, she attended highschool, but eventually dropped out to pursue her beloved brother: Will. One day she went to highschool telling Will she'd see him at supper and the next he was gone. Mrs. Jackson was quite upset when she found both of them missing, one to pursue vampires, one to pursue her brother, but Mrs. and Mr. Jackson didn't know either of their children's reasons for leaving so suddenly.
Eden looked for Will for a month, but couldn't find a single trace as to his whereabouts. Soon running low on money, she returned home to re-make her living by secretly street fighting at night. Every night she would sneak out and earn as much as she could, and everyday she would attend highschool as a regular student though she often skipped classes and failed a lot of them due to it and her inability to focus properly.
Eden spent the next three years like this- now seventeen. Until one night she saw someone being attacked and drained by a vampire. She was practically powerless to stop it, but her faith in God prevailed and she managed to find a shard of glass to kill it with. Since that night, she's been a vampire hunter or slayer, hoping that this way people would be safer and that this path would possibly eventually lead her to Will. During that year she moved to New York, figuring that there would be a larger need for hunters there. She hated leaving her mother and father behind, but she felt it had to be done. She made sure to keep in contact with her mother, and the rest of her family as well, though she lied about her living.
A year later and she turned eighteen, she has been in New York for a year now, and has learned of the NYH. She now comes to the Hunters simply seeking to meet fellow Hunters, unknowing that her lost brother is the leader of these hunters.
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Now having been with the hunters for over two years, a plethora of events have befallen Edith. She discovered fairly quickly that her brother was the lead hunter of all the hunters in New York. Along with that she formed a bond with William's most trusted hunter, brother and friend, Krii'Ouse. Though Meredith and Krii'Ouse hardly see eachother, they feel the same bond of kinship that William and Krii do.
Along with that she met Reno, a human hunter who was quick on his feet and snappy with his responses. She liked the guy from the start and decided that it wouldn't be half bad to hang out with the guy. During the time that they spent together a relationship between them formed and they began unofficially dating. Reno had fallen hard for Eden and she liked him very much as well.
One night, though, Meredith had been captured by someone and was taken to an unknown location in the city. There she realized that it'd been her former boyfriend that'd captured her. In her moment of relief and stupidity, she hugged him and he bit her. It turned out that he was a vampire and for whatever reason, the change initiated in Edith's body almost instantly so there had been no way for Gail to help her. Reno came across her soon after and rushed her to Gail whom had been powerless to stop Eden's transformation.
After becoming a vampire, Edith tended to avoid everyone and didn't want her brothers to find out what she'd become. In order to avoid them she decided to join the Shadow Stalkers and that was where she met the Shadow Stalker leader, Tokeru. As soon as she met Tokeru she could tell that he was a hurt man and that he was definitely different but what came next for both of them was what really ended up bringing them together.
Eden had just joined the Shadow Stalkers and a fellow Shadow Stalker had called out for some assistance. Both Tokeru and Meredith had answered the call, though unfortunately after the incident, Eden went crazy with bloodlust and took out a whole bunch of soldiers that'd been fighting them. Tokeru had managed to stop her but the damage had been done.
A few days later, Tokeru and Edith had ventured out to fight a vampire that'd been harassing a family and after destroying the vampire, Tokeru almost went after the family that the vampire had been targeting. Placing a hand on his shoulder and telling him in a soft voice to leave the family alone was none other than Edith. The favour had been repaid and both felt guilty for their actions and both decided to leave it behind them and agree that neither were monsters.
While finally getting a tour of the Shadow Stalker Chapterhouse, things got kind of funky between Eden and Tokeru and what started out as a cake fight somehow turned into a lot more intimate event. Afterwards both knew that they had feelings for eachother though Edith wasn't sure what to do as she still cared about Reno and didn't want to hurt him.
Finally at William and Lydia's wedding, Edith ended up telling Reno that she was with Tokeru and though he proposed to her, she turned Reno down. During the wedding, Reno, in his desperate attempt, began kissing Eden and a confused Edith did nothing but kiss him back. Soon after she felt terrible once again and confessed what she did to Tokeru. He accepted the fact and only cared that she still loved him. With Tokeru's conviction, Edith knew that she had fallen for the man and though it would hurt Reno, she decided to leave him behind but keep him as a friend.
Unfortunately for Meredith, things never exactly worked out for Reno ended up being driven insane from losing Edith to the point that her brother had been forced to intervene and kill Reno on the spot. Eden had been present to witness her brother's brutality and it ruined her even more to know that it'd been her that'd caused Reno's death. The guilt still remains with her though she is now happily engaged to Tokeru.
With Tokeru now out of the picture, having completely turned on Meredith and having attempted to win her affections the entire time only to hunt her the demoralized hunter returns to the only family she has left ... Unfortunately for Meredith family are few and far between and New York is now chaos bent. And recently discovering with her final encounter with Tokeru that the vampire venom injected into her was temporary though had very long-term effects she walks again as one of the living.
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Since coming back to New York Meredith soon discovered that things were very different. Old hunters she once knew as brothers and sisters had all but vanished and her brothers were no where in sight. Angry and frustrated with the undesired lack of hunters, Edith stormed off to the park where she meant to hunt Jasie and Ceon.
Lydia, an old and familiar huntress, one of the few higher in rank than Meredith comes to intervene and prevents Eden's suicide mission of taking on Jasie and Ceon at once. Jasie and Eden make up and Jasie tells Meredith about a hunter that attacked them prior to Edith's arrival. Eden receives as much information as she can and gives Jasie her number and heads off after Ceon, the lycan she'd shot to make ammends.
Meredith and Ceon end up at a bar and Eden decides to turn her back on the world and let loose for once. After twenty years of not drinking she hits off the New Year with numerous drinks. Eventually one thing leads to another and Eden and Ceon end up back at his apartment and things happen and Edith awaits to discover the consequences of her actions on the night she spent with Ceon.
How She Came Across Midnight:
One (midnight) while walking down the streets of New York, Eden happened to notice a tiny black kitten all alone. She felt sorry for it, and quickly went into the grocery store to get it some fish. However, when she emerged from the store, the kitten had disappeared...
The next day at (midnight) she returned to the store to buy herself a snack when she saw the kitten yet a second time. This time she decided to go over to it. She approached slowly and calmly, holding her hand out and saying very softly and friendly,"Here kitty." However, when she approached, the kitten ran away in terror.
The next (midnight) she came back, simply because she didn't want this kitten to live like this. She wanted to find a home for it, and was intent on just that. She refused to give up and let the kitten starve. It's coat was so tangled and unhealthy-looking. It had no shine, and instead of it being black, it was a gray color. As she was observing the kitten, two young boys came running from behind her and threatened her to leave their kitten alone. Abviously, it was not their kitten, for it cowered in fear of them and trembled as they approached- it obviously was being abused.
No longer able to stand by silently Eden did what she thought was right- get the kitten away from them. She walked up calmly to the boys, and offered them fifty dollars for the kitten, she only had fifty dollars on her at the time, so she offered the most she could. The greedy boys happily accepted the money and threw the kitten to the ground. The poor kitten hit the pavement, not able to land on it's feet in such a short amount of time, and mewed in pain. Eden glared at the boys, but couldn't help but smile at this poor helpless kitten. She gently picked it up, and received a scrath across her finger, and one on her cheek that drew blood. She smiled and said, "My you're a feisty little kitten."
She took it home to her apartment- though animals were not permitted- and bathed it and fed it. She did as much as she could for it, but had to wait to see if the poor kitten would heal. She would have taken it to the vet, but she was broke and about to be evicted from her apartment anyways.
A week later and the kitten recovered, at the same time, Eden was evicted. Though evicted, Eden managed to support both herself and the kitten, but the kitten's needs always came before her own. Eventually she was forced to street fight and earn some major money, but Eden then learned of the Hunters. So Eden went off in hopes of the Hunters would maybe be a place for her, as well as a place that allowed pets.
They developed an unbreakable bond during those weeks, and both trust and love eachother as family would. Eden decided to name the kitten Midnight simply because this kitten had been found and saved at midnight, and her coat suited the name with it being black and all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:29 pm
Stamp of approval: AbsantheName: Julian Cudgell
Aliases/ Nicknames: None
Race: Human
Age: 71
Eyes: Dull brown.
Hair: Light-ish grey, it reaches down to his lower-neck and is tangle and wild. His fringe is a center parting.
Facial Hair: A rough, ragged goatee and a thin mustache.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 207 lbs
Physical Description: He has quite pale-ish skin, but it's still pretty normal. This is due to the lack of sunlight, as at this point he rarely found it necessary to go out in the day. His eyes are very tired, with bags under them, and several smile-wrinkles. He does however look quite good for his age, mainly due to his very strict diet and exercise routine. He has a short scar going across his lips in a diagonal direction. He is in rather good shape, but is still quite frail; Age does have its disadvantages. His teeth are slightly yellowing, and his lips are died and cracked in places. He's missing the tip of his ring-finger, and a small chunk out of his ear-lobe. He has quite a strong jaw, and thirty years ago he would've been considered very handsome, but now he has that faded perfection that just adds to the sadness about him. He has a celtic cross tattooed onto the front of his hand.
Hunter Type: Slayer.
Weapons:
Weighted walking stick: An old brown wooden cane that, while looking quite harmless, has a large deposit of lead and iron in the bottom half, meaning that it makes quite a hard-hitting melee weapon. It has quite a few knicks out of it, and is generally beaten up.
Walther P99 Semi Automatic Pistol, it has a small family crest on the grip. H mostly uses UV bullets with this particular pistol, but keeps some normal 9x19mm bullets with him as well. UV bullets are expensive, after all.
An Uzi with his family crest engraved into the grip, this is usually stocked with Silver bullets.
The reasoning behind the different bullets in the different guns is simple: The weapons are specially chosen for the two different immortals that he generally fights. The Pistol is far more accurate than the Uzi, but it causes less damage in more time. Julian found that werewolves needed more bullets in a shorter time to be taken down, what with their excellent healing and what-not. He often uses these two weapons in conjuncture with each other, namely, the pistol being in his right hand and the Uzi being in his left.
Special Accessories: A silver locked with a picture of his deceased wife in it, he always hangs it around his neck. He is always seen with a roll-up cigarette in his mouth, and has a hacking cough because of it.
Clothing: A black Akubra hat with a dark brown lining, a long brown Duster Coat with tan patches on the elbows. A pair of black cotton fingerless gloves, and an iron cuirass under the Duster, allowing a LOT of protection against scratches, bullets and most attacks to his torso, although it restricts his mobility, and underneath THIS is a light Kevlar vest, for absorbing the rest of him. This heavy equipment restricts his mobility to such an extent his torso is the only part that can be protected without being restricted TOO much. A pair of tatty black trousers that have various small holes, but dark tan patches on the knees. A pair of brown heavy work boots with iron plates on the toes and shins.
Skills: He is an excellent marksman, but what can you expect when he spends most of his non-hunting hours down at the shooting range? He is also a quite well-trained melee combatant, both with and without weapons of any kind, a throwback to his training in the Marines. Aoart from this he doesn't have any major skills, apart from managing a light for his cigarette anywhere.
Abilities: He is still quite strong despite his age, and is as fit as a pensioner can be after a few hours at the gym every two days. He has a natural affinity for leadership, but a lack of patience which often completely nullifies this.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Only Werewolves and Vampires, his stance on demons is to let the Vatican deal with that sh*t.
Personality: Formerly hot-headed, Julian has settled down in his age, and has became a rather warm-mentor type. He often feels it's his responsibility to keep the younger hunters safe, and will put his life at risk to save one of his comrades. He's gotten quite cynical in his age, and has a pessimistic view of the world. He feels that God is dead, and the only justice is left to humans to deliver.
Biography/History: He was born on the 13th of October, 1941 in Brooklyn. He was born into a quite poor household, and as such was made to work at a very young-age. He was first sent to work in a mine out of state, although he's sketchy as to where, this being so long ago. This built up his comfort with the dark, and his ability to navigate in it. He frequently attended Church, but after a while felt more like he was going through the motions than actually believing in it. Because of this he stopped attendance to Church when he was 15, and was disowned by his very strictly Christian parents, who hailed from Missouri. He wandered around for a while, doing odd jobs in several places, until he finally managed to get enough money for a tutor, who taught him all the basic curriculum he had missed out on in his years in the coal mine. This left him quite an educated young man, even though he spent all of his time on the streets.
He attended a college in Chicago at the age of 21, learning about advanced chemistry and physics, but he quickly dropped out when he discovered the thing that rocked his educational life: He wasn't very smart. No matter how much he tried to learn, it wouldn't sink in, so he decided that a more practical job would be in order. As such he sought work at a Factory in Ohio, where he met the woman who would later become his wife, Victoria. He was happy in this job, and as such was very distraught when the factory was shut down due to health code violations. To keep afloat his wife and soon to be child he got a job in an office, working as an accountant, but he found no joy in this and quickly fell to alcoholism. For a brief period his life couldn't get any worse, but unfortunately, it did.
The week after his 31st birthday, his wife and child were killed by a distraught, wild beast that had attacked Julian and his family when they were walking home from a dinner party with friends. It easily incapacitated him, then proceeded to rip his wife and child to shreds before his rapidly closing eyes. He fell unconscious screaming for help, and when he awoke his wife and child were long dead on the pavement, just as the police arrived and dragged him to the cells. The trial was long and exhausting, but he was eventually proven innocent, although that didn't stop him being fired from his job and kicked out of his rent controlled house.
He did some research on the beast that had attacked him, which eventually led him to the New York libraries, where after several days asking about the creature as he remembered it, he was approached by a contact of the librarian. Two years later, he had been inducted into the New york Hunters' Group, and was rapidly learning the ways of the Hunter. He was told it was a Werewolf that had killed his wife and child, and was given tips on how to take them down. With that and a magnum revolver he was out, and it didn't take him long to find one of the furry bastards.
He found it lurking in the subway, eating a dead hobo. He had cocked his pistol and fired like a madman before it could even swallow, this wild and inaccurate method only worked because of a lucky shot to the head. This made him cocky, which led to him being mauled half to death by the Lycan's buddy, waiting around the corner. He was saved by a more advanced Hunter, and taken under his wings, so to speak. At the age of 32, he was now going to begin the life of the Hunter.
Over the next decade or so he was trained in all of the ways of the hunter, and trained in proficiency with a wide variety of both melee and ranged weapons. The melee ones less extensively, seeing as while a wide majority of the Hunters preferred melee, a few cases of even Axes and long-swords being used, they still weren't your best bet, and were to be a last resort kind of action. After all, what were fire-arms made for if they weren't being used to kill things different from the man holding the gun?
He was then deployed onto the streets of Boston and quickly made a name for himself, known for his good tactical mind and his tendency to obsess over missions. He wouldn't rest until he had killed every single one of his targets, this hard-headedness swiftly earned him a negative reputation. It was because of this he was eventually forced into retirement at 67, after a mislaid plan had killed two of his fellow hunters. He was recently brought out again to aid in the increasingly desperate looking situation in New York, the Hunters were exposed and their way of life threatened; they'd need a veteran like him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:01 pm
Stamp of approval: Absanthe
Name: Chris ‘ Thunderstrike’ Bolt
Aliases/ Nicknames: Lightning
Race: Human
Age: 18
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 6’2
Weight: 10 st
Physical Description: Tall and a skinny build, very sleek but with a good psyche. Has a peculiar birth mark of a lightning strike down the centre of his back starting at his neck and ending at the pelvis (an unusual scar colour of blue).
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons: Preferred choice of weapon is the sniper rifle; however he is also a fantastic marksman with an assault rifle / sub machine gun. Useless with and heavy weaponry such as artillery crews or other special / heavy weaponry.
Special Accessories: On the barrel of his sniper rifle he decorates with the lightning crest of his family and his heirloom of his engraved sniper scope (which was his farther).
Clothing: Wearing the most up to date armour of the 21st century his old swat uniform provides his with great protection which is light and can allow him to move as if wearing only the lightest of armour, provides excellent bullet protection which could prevent a serious wound. Black city camouflage combat trousers and shirt with black armour vest over.
Also in his possession is his silver desert eagle and city fight swat shield.
Skills: Being a very high ranked police sergeant Chris was trained in Urban Warfare and marksmanship following his initial police training in England he decided to reinforce the police of New York. But found himself fighting against a new threat in the damned city.
Abilities: Very Athletic and a sporting natured person. Awarded the Best shot award out of the England police academies at just the age of 16 Chris found himself becoming England’s best marksman and is always keen to honour his title. Trained with all sorts of weapons and is also a great tactician Chris is one of the greatest soldiers around.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: After his father was viciously attacked by a pack of lycanthropes Chris set his heart on destroying each and every last one. Driven by hate a righteous fury Chris always fights in remembrance of his farther.
Personality: After the loss of his dear father Chris turned from confident to a very aloof and quiet. Always talks to himself in his mind, however he has been known to allegedly been talking out loud as if conversing with his father. This many believe as him being mentally unstable and constantly described as having no emotion except from hatred, this is believed to be his weakness. However Chris is a loyal soldier and will do anything for anybody to receive respect and honour, “Honour is key yet respect is vital”.
Biography/History: Born 1991 in the English town of Middlesbrough Chris was raised by a working class family and sent to a public school which was in special measures and getting worse results each passing year. However Chris passed through it all with remarkable results and was set onto going to college to become an engineer in the civil world. Until June 14 2007 Chris father was brutally murdered by what the police described as wild animals. So Chris joined the police in the search to find his father’s killers, yet came to no answer. So slowly but surely working his way up the ranks of the police force to role of sergeant Chris gained respect and honour of being the youngest sergeant in England. After a year Chris moved to New York in need of a fresh start with the New York SWAT team however he came across a person who seemed to have been butchered by the same people/things as his farther. Chris left the police force and started searching alone, yet no clues. Then one night, dark and alone in the city. Chris came across a band of hunters and secretly followed them, he followed them to a park where there seemed to be a street fight taking place. But this was no normal street fight, wolves fought against men! Filling with hatred Chris ran into the centre of the fight and picked out from the human/wolf beings a beast that had pinned down a fellow human. Chris ran through the crowd and tackled the savage best to the ground and started hammering its face until it ceased to move. When all went silent, Chris turned to the hunters and asked them “What must I do to join your cause ?”.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:02 pm
Stamp of approval: Absanthe Name: Sybil Spencer
Race: Human
Age: 21
Eyes: Amber, But rimmed with a dark red coloring
Hair: Red with a few platinum blond highlights randomly thrown through out.
Height: 5 foot and 4 inches
Weight: 110 Pounds.
Physical Description: Sybil is pure ginger, from her penny copper roots down to the milky freckle splattered complexion. Her eyes however, are not the characteristic blue common on redheads. In a fact, They are a light amber shade, but stranger yet is the red ring that surrounds the color. For anyone rehearsed in her lore, her heritage is really quite visible. She is rather slight of build, appearing almost fragile upon first glance, but then she opens her mouth or struts her way down the streets and there's no doubt that Sybil isn't fully capable of looking after herself.
Hunter Type: Gaurdian
Special Accessories: The only piece of jewelery that never leaves her throat is an old amulet that was granted as gift to her in a show of good faith. Occasionally the center of the amulet begins to glow an iridescent shade, a fortunetelling of warning when something unnatural is near.
Clothing: Sbyil had a rather eccentric style. She picks random things and piles them together, often over accessioning or clashing colors. She doesn't seem to harbor much modesty, flashing quite a bit more skin than commonly accepted, but when you are 21 and having the time of your life, why not show a taste of your goods?
Abilities/Skills: Sybil inherited an ability that once was prevalent in a heavily bred bloodline. The evidence of her heritage rims her amber eyes in red, eyes that see what are meant to go unnoticed and forgotten. She is able to deceiver the riffs in dimensions, cross between worlds and dance with the dead. In a crowd of hundreds, She can single out the bloodthirtsy undead by their telling aura or spot the Lycan for their wolfish inner counterparts. In times of great need, She can even channel into to a dead being and for a brief period of time, absorb into herself the abilities and knowledge of long deceased kings or cunning warriors.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: While she is much more rehearsed in the lore of demons and other worldly creatures of myths, Sybil is currently researching the much more common vampires and lycans of this world. She harbors no true ill will towards them and honestly just wants information to fill her records, but sometimes things get out of hand and creatures get hurt. It's not her problem, they can go take it up with the “higher beings” if they want revenge for a few missing limbs.
Personality: Growing up always accompanied by the dead, Sybil developed a rather morbid outlook on life. She accepts everything at face value and sometimes can be rather outspoken or loud. Completely unafraid of death, Sybil does just about everything imaginable to test the limits or mortality and tempt danger just for the thrill much to her invisible friend's disliking. She isn't someone that is easily frightened and it takes quite a lot for her to back down once she's made up her mind.
Biography/History: Sybil was the adopted daughter of an upper-middle class family. She had a pair of working parents and a Nanny she saw more than her mother. She never complained, it was all the girl knew. It's certainly not uncommon this century not to see one's father for days on end because he was always away on business. When the young Sybil began musing about the scary things she saw or the whispers in the night, it was simply over looked. All children are afraid of the dark, it was normal. It was for the very same reason that Sybil was written off as a lonely single child when she began conversing with “imaginary” friends.
Jewel, the white haired glittering creature of ancient Celtic myths first appeared to the girl when she was six. She was instantly enamored, Who wouldn't want a gorgeous iridescent immortal being always there at her side? Jewel took the time to explain to the girl just what she witnessed. Insisted the bloody visions of the deceased were notice but harmless echoes. They were the least of her concerns when there there were much more frightening things amongst her such such as hungry spirits, bloodthirsty demons and rampant dogs. He was even there for Sybil when the Possessions began. The episodes were violent and often agonizing. When the spirits trapped between the veils caught wind of the Sybil, they had sought to us her body as portal into the living, sabotaging her mind and attempting to crawl under her flesh. Jewel was always there, clutching her hand and delving into her psyche to smooth and still her with a sense of peace.
It wasn't until Sybil had reached her teens that she began questioning the Fae's motives. What immortal creature would honestly spend every waking moment, doting and nurturing a human simply because they might fancy them? Her evaded her questioning at first, changing the subject with a dazzling smile or a promising peck on the cheek; But once after Sybil threatened never to speak to the cunning Fairy ever again, He spilled all the lovely details. Jewel had been charged with a task. Within the last melenia , the Royals had grown restless and antsy. Aware of an uprise in other creatures that might possibly threaten their oh-so advanced existence, They sought for a way to keep tabs and a record on them all. Since none of them could be bothered with the tedious and bothersome task, What better than to employ the use of a human girl that could see all?
Obviously, Sybil didn't like it one bit; but when Jewel insisted he could no longer stay without her compliance, She swallowed her pride and accepted the “task”. Sybil had been doing just that for the past five years. By fair means or foul, She had been capturing, studying cataloging every creature she could get her hands on. It wasn't a safe way to live and half the time it sure wasn't fun, But she simply couldn't contemplate a life without her dazzling 'invisible' friend at her side.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:52 pm
Stamp of approval: Absanthe
Name: James Varprofit
Aliases/ Nicknames: Silver Fang (comes from his experiment and he hates it)
Race: Altered Human, combined with Lycan DNA can not shift.
Age: 82, looks 32
Eyes: right red, left blue
Hair: Brown
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 185
Physical Description: He looks physically fit with just a hint of muscle work.
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons: Two blessed revolvers, Silver encased holy water shot. Sawed off shotgun with silver shot
Special Accessories: He can feel where lycans and wolves are from a short distance away.
Clothing: He usually wears western style cloths or decent everyday clothes. Always wearing a cowboy hat, black.
Skills: He knows a few martial arts and almost never misses with his revolvers.
Abilities: James has a superhuman strength thanks to his experiment with Lycan DNA, He can also feel lycans and wolves near by. Senses are close to lycan range but not as good.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: James hunts for the fun of it now in his older age and will kill anything he demeans worthy, but he started hunting down lycans for payback.
Personality: James is not a people person and tends to stay away from human contact. He also has started to lose his sanity over the years thanks to the horrid events of the his under going of the experiment that made him stronger physically.
Biography/History: James started out living in a small town in Indiana and working as the local Baptist preacher. One night a pack of Lycans showed up in town in human form. James had invited them into his church and feed them dinner as any good paster would do. But the simple meal had turned out not to be enough. They had that night killed every person in the town. James was the only one left alive, thanks only to his time as a Marine. But this had felt him alone to fight them off. He was able to kill the pack, but in the end it had taken a good bit of his mind. He had decided then he would kill them all. In the course of his mission James ended up under going a horrible experiment where Lycan DNA and Human DNA were attempted to be fused together. It turned out that they would not stop when they were meant to holding him long after the time he had signed for. Including himself only two survived that he knew of. But this had done terrible things to his mind. Leaving him nearly crazy and willing to kill anyone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:02 pm
Stamp of approval: Absanthe
Name: Omaru Ichijo
Aliases/ Nicknames: Kael Raex
Race: Human
Age: 18
Eyes: light blue-gray
Hair: black, long(about shoulder length)
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 295lb.
Physical Description: Well built, a scar across his left cheek, and a couple scars on each arm.
Hunter Type: Slayer
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, and dual katanas
Special Accessories: a gold necklace, that was given to him by his father, it's his good luck charm.
Clothing:a black, hooded cloak, with the Japanese symbol for protector on it. black, streetpants. and clack running shoes.
Skills: Marksman, charming, and skilled swordsman.
Abilities: super senses, and agility
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Lycans mainly, although he is known to kill some vampires
Personality:Brave, leaderly, daring, funny at times, intelligent.
Biography/History: was a normal kid, except for his heightened senses. he used to do junior, sword, and marksman competitions. Then his parents were killed by Lycans, while they were fighting Vampires when was ten. So he swore revenge against all Lycans. He trained for eight years, in order to be a superb hunter.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:27 am
Stamp of Approval: Absanthe
Name: Aiden (Ade-enn)
Aliases/Nicknames: Scrooge
Race: Vampire
Age: He's forgotten though he's obviously wise with age
Eyes: Gold, Icy Blue, Deep Blue, Lime Green
Hair: His hair colour is silver and his hair reaches almost down to his waist.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 177lbs
Physical Description: Though Aiden's pretty tall and often finds himself cowering over others with his unusually tall height, he's rather skinny and doesn't weigh all that much for how tall he is. Upon his face there is never a smile unless it is a mere smirk of pleasure that comes from frightening someone or killing someone off. He possesses a scar upon his back though it is no normal scar for it is an elegant design that was obviously purposefully embetted there to leave a mark. Perhaps something to remind him of something perhaps not as no one knows since Aiden rarely speaks to anyone and even less about his past. He has his right ear pierced a multitude of times, all silver hoops that he has through his ear and one industrial as well as a lip ring. Also, his appearance is quite feminine though he does possess muscles.
http://xylael.deviantart.com/art/phantasmagoria-29553185
http://xylael.deviantart.com/art/shurei-tized-20738399
(The one with white hair in the top right corner. A little less girl-ish appearing than both pics but the best I could get.)
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons: Aiden has some knuckle claws that he is capable of merely slipping on by putting his gloves on. The gloves are specially customized to be completely tear-resistant and he is able to mix and match the claws that he inserts into the blade slots on his gloves. He also possesses some claws that are just like brass knuckles except they have claws on them where all the knuckles would be. Needless to say, Aiden prefers close combat as opposed to ranged combat and possesses no ranged weapons of any sort.
Special Accessories: Though Aiden hates people, he loves gambling and on occassion he'll pull out his deadly deck of cards. One of these cards he wears around his neck and it is card with the number thirteen on it, each day he changes his card around his neck from either the number 13, 4, 23 or 666.
Clothing: Aiden dresses in typical "goth" attire, which is complete black with the occasional gray, white, red or another colour to make the outfit a little less bland. For the most part he wears a black turtleneck sweater and some black pants with tiny silver pin stripes. He often tops that off with his black trenchcoat.
Skills: Aiden has had years to perfect his vampiric strength and he is able to channel it. Of course he has also had years in fighting hand-to-hand combat battles so he is very agile, nimble, cunning and quick to react.
Abilities: He is able to manipulate the void and sometimes use it to his benefit though he mostly relies on his highly instinctive sanguine nature. His merciless nature tends to be a valued trait in battle as he is very cold and kills without hesitation.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: He hunts whatever he wants though he seriously hates vampires as well as lycans and is nothing short of intolerant of their presence.
Personality: Aiden is obviously one that does not enjoy conversing and he prefers to be left alone. The only person that he speaks to is a young hunter named Amber whom is near constantly with him. He is very cold and nonchalant. When he can, he sometimes enjoys picking fights with anyone from fellow hunters to the opposite race. In Aiden's world there is no such thing as trust and though he is with the hunters, he'd just as likely kill them as he'd kill the next vampire or lycan. Though quiet, Aiden appreciates poetry and solitude. When he does speak it is often in rhymes, quotes or fragments of poetry though he does speak normally to spark a fight or to insult someone. Never, though, has anyone heard a curse escape his lips for he thinks them vile and unpoetic. He prefers intelligent insults as opposed to blunt insults that can be laughed off just as easily, something a human or "filthy" person would say.
Biography/History: Aiden's past is a shady one that no one knows anything about except for those who happened to be in his past. Aiden has always been somewhat bitter and quiet even before he had people come to harm him even more so. As a child Aiden grew up in solitude though his mother took very good care of him. He simply never found himself to really possess a heart or to care about anything or anyone except maybe his mother and himself.
Girls always found him attractive yet none of them could move his stone cold heart. Nothing seemed to satisfy him until he discovered the thrill of being a soldier. His mother was upset by his choice but proud her ruthless son was so brave. He went off and killed other soldiers mercilessly. Soon enough he found himself rising above others and actually ordering armies about.
However, his fame and glory soon died when one cold night he was scouting about and taking the graveyard shift to look out for his soldiers. He was them ambushed by what he thought were enemy soldiers until he realized that he'd been ambushed by monsters. These monsters were vampires and they transformed him into one of them.
Now a vampire, Aiden possessed a lust for blood and with a war going on, it was easy enough to pick off kills during the darkest hours of the evening to satisfy his thirst. Everyone just assumed that it was devious enemies that somehow attacked silently during the night. Aiden knew better and now that he'd been inserted into this life of being confined from daylight, he was even colder and more ruthless.
Centuries living like this went on and obscure things happened to him within his coven of vampires until they eventually cast him out. Aiden refuses to speak of this part of his past and no one knows for sure why he loathes vampires so much when he is one. However, loathe them he does and hunt them he did after he moved to New York over ninety years ago.
About seven years ago, though, he met a young girl named Amber. She'd been completely helpless and orphaned. Apparently she'd fled from the orphanage that she'd lived in her entire life as well as escaped numerous foster parents. When Aiden found her there were some cops about to take her back to her home and she begged him to help her. Aiden, without hesitation killed the cops and for whatever reason has kept Amber under his wing since then. She is inseperable from him and goes everywhere with him.
Deciding that Amber should be with some actual people, Aiden and Amber both enroled to be New York Hunters. Amber is still inseperable from Aiden though she is slowly reaching out to other hunters and is making friends with them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:21 pm
Stamp of approval: Absanthe
Name: Amber Fiorentino
Aliases/Nicknames: Seduction
Race: Vampire (Sanguinarian)
Age: 27
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown, almost black. It is about shoulder-length. She usually wears it in a ponytail, but lets her bangs stay loose. ((Personal Note: Hairstyle #2))
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 130 lbs. (She’s a little heavier due to muscle mass)
Physical Description: Amber is toned and has great curves… her body is as close to perfect as mortals can get. She is somewhat thin in the face, with a sharp nose. Her skin is pale, as with all vampires. She loves to show off her figure with skimpy outfits, but nothing too hooker-ish.
Hunter Type: Hunter
Weapons:
Daggers – Amber carries three daggers at all times, each hidden in a different place. Typical places include the top of her boot, her bodice, clipped in her hair, or in a hidden pocket on her pants/skirt. The daggers are silvered, but their cores are made of good steel. They are coated with a synthetic chemical that ignites when exposed to vampiric tissue.
Bodice Pistol – So named because it can fit in her most versatile hiding place, Amber carries a compact, six-shot revolver in her bodice when out “gathering information”. The chambers are loaded with either UV or silver bullets, depending on what she’s hunting, default UV.
Pocket Flamethrower – A simple device, just a can of aerosol, bug spray, or some other flammable substance, and a lighter, attached to a device Amber made so that one trigger sprays the spray and lights the lighter, creating a small, portable, short-range flamethrower. It can easily fit in a purse or a coat pocket.
UV grenade – A heinously small device, capable of fitting in many of the hiding places listed for the daggers above, UV grenades are an invention of Amber’s design. Basically, hitting the switch activates the 5-second timer, after which the grenade will explode into a huge flash of UV light.
Blood Vial - Amber always carries a vial of blood when out hunting. She never drinks this vial; rather, she uses it to trigger her Sanguinarian bloodrage.
((This concludes the list of her custom weapons. I will list in my posts any weapons she is carrying that are available from the Armory at a given time.))
Special Accessories: Amber wears a silver cross with a blue “gem” on it. The gem is actually a colored glass casing for a UV light, which is activated by a switch on the back of the cross. However, the cross only carries enough battery for one shot of the UV light, so it’s most certainly a last-resort tool.
Clothing: While out on the town or out hunting, she’ll usually wear the outfit below under a closed, black leather trench coat. The trench coat is used in an effort to downplay her sexuality while acting as the killer on the prowl.
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When she’s out on the town, she’ll usually where a fairly skimpy outfit of one type or another.
Skills: Amber had her first experience as a professional stripper when she was 18… as a result, she’s had several years practice of playing up her sex appeal. In addition, she always had a knack for technology, and has created more than one useful gizmo for her hunts. Finally, Amber is a superb shot, with years of paintball and airsoft under her belt.
Abilities: Amber was always athletic and possessed of a capable metabolism. Her vampirism has only added to this, making her exceptionally strong, fast, agile, and resilient. However, with vampirism comes the typical weaknesses to sunlight and to fire.
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Amber specializes in vampires, but she is more than capable of taking on lycans as well. She is not, however, prepared to fight one of the Tainted.
Personality: Amber is energetic and true to her alias… seductive. Her every motion serves to play to the desires of the men around her, particularly those men who have long left the realm of the living. It’s become second-nature to her after her years of experience. When she is in a direct combat situation, however, she loses her seductive side, instead becoming cold and calculating. This woman has no mercy for bloodsuckers.
Biography/History: Amber grew up in an upper class part of New York, with both of her parents and an older brother. Her father worked a lot, but her mother worked as a stay-at-home mom. At school, she displayed a remarkable intelligence, but she rarely used it, except when dealing with technology. She loved adrenaline rushes from an early age, and became addicted to shooting games such as paintball, airsoft, and laser tag in her preteen years.
However, she started to hang out with a bad crowd during her teen years… she would stumble home from parties at all hours of the morning drunk. She usually took her clothes off at some point during these drunken festivities, so stripping became a viable career path for her. Some part of her enjoyed it… there was something oddly thrilling about it… which was how she could live with herself during the years of sinking lower and lower. Eventually, she came to work at Las Noches, and came to the attention of a certain vampire. This vampire paid her for a “private showing” and she went with him into a private room, completely ignorant to his true nature. There, he fed on her for some time, almost killing her entirely. But the young girl was lucky. That night happened to be the twenty-seventh of January, of the year 2008. The hunter attackers found the vampire feeding on her, and he was killed forthwith. She escaped with the hunters and was brought back to Haven.
There, they attempted to treat the vampirism that was slowly taking its grip. But the virus was already running its course, and they were too late. They could do nothing but watch as the young girl was gripped by vampirism, and endured the painful process of turning.
After the events at Las Noches, she joined ranks with the hunters, using the tools and skills of her “trade” to slip into many places vampires frequented and gather intel on the bloodsucking bastards. However, she has associated her bad years directly with vampires, and very much enjoys destroying them as a way of manifestly “destroying” her bad history. However, she can never wipe her history clean, for she can never kill all of the vampires.
Theme Song: Linkin Park -- New Divide
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:51 pm
Stamp of Approval: AbsantheName: Kalan Ciara(Kai-air-rah) Alastronia Aliases/ Nicknames: Kaye, Doe, and the occasional 'freak' Race: Altered Human Age: Looks 16 but is actually 19 Eyes: cold misty blue(eye color changes with mood but this is the normal) Hair: Very pale blond, almost white Height: 5' 1'' Weight: 125 Physical Description: Hunter Type: Guardian (in a family of slayers) Weapons: Kaye avoids conflict like the plague, but whenever she gets into one of her many tight spots she uses the throwing knives kept hidden on her person. And although she rarely uses them Kaye also owns a long sword with Celtic runes, a short sword , a retractable bo staff, many and various other smaller knives, and two silver plated GI's. Special Accessories: Kaye wears a necklace with a silver Celtic cross on it containing a vile of holy water. This item was a gift from her mother as a last defense against demons. This and a seal on her shoulder ward off attacks in her sleep, while a silver ring her father gave her helps her channel energy. Clothing: On hunts she wears a jacket with holders on the inside for knives and guns, with some plain black pants or genes. Holsters which fit on under her clothes are mainly what store her tools. And she prefers to wear her shoes with slide out blades in the toe. But she rarely dresses that way. At any given time she will be dressed casually in genes and a plain T-Shirt with jacket. Skills: Kaye was trained in martial art since she was old enough to sit up, and is also a skilled medic. Because of her training she is very agile and likes motion. She is a fair shot and has practiced as a sniper with her brother but never liked it. And as a tradition of the family she knows her way around a sword. But her best skill by far is the art of knife throwing, as she hates guns and her father doesn't believe in relying solely on her mental abilities and hand to hand training. Abilities: Because of a strange genetic condition she and her brother posses, Kaye has the ability to copy the powers of those near her. But it comes with a downside. She also gains their weaknesses. Alongside this came second sight. The ability to see through supernatural guises, to view what others really are. And ever since she was small she could calm others with her mere presence. She is also able to use her own energy to defend herself with shields, but she has no solid control over any of her abilities except her heightened senses. Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Kaye hunts all three races but normally only demons, as she has underlying fears of the other two. Personality: Kaye loves people and has a strange soft aura about her that draws others in. When she was younger her father referred to her as a lure. She is friendly, outgoing, and easily excitable. Because she loves spending time with others she is usually found in the center of a group of people, but when she's upset, Kaye has a tendency to disappear. She is an empath and always found reading people easy so she is rarely socially awkward. But when she sees someone sad she becomes rather depressed as well. Kaye is the type of person you cant hate no matter how hard you try and who always seems in total innocence whether you've just met her or if you've known her for years. She is very trusting and understanding, being able to form strong emotional bonds quickly. Her biggest strength would have to be her unyielding motherly compassion. But this same trait is also her greatest weakness, as she refuses to believe that some are beyond rescue. And that often gets her hurt. Though she tries to keep it covered up, Kaye is very clever. She is able to see the outcome of each action before she makes it and is a brilliant strategist. She also has a quick eye and notices details that others don't. Along with her quick thinking though, came a bit of chaos. Aiden would always complain about not being able to understand her thoughts. It was because Kalan never had clear thoughts. Random strings of emotions and pictures wove intricate designs that made sense to her, but no one else. Her mind was nigh on impossible to read because of the speed at which she thought. Biography/History: Kalan was born on an island just off the coast of Ireland in the year 1990, one of a set of twins. Her younger brother, who was born seconds after, was her identical twin. But he wasn't her only sibling. She had an elder sister, the pride of the family, and eight years later, a little brother. She and her brother were always loved and adored by her parents, and grew to be strong children. But because of their parent's constant traveling, the twins were left alone for long periods of time. So they became very good friends, sharing everything with each other. They were closer than the sun was to the sky. But after their fifth birthday, the twins began to display strange traits. When they were close for long periods of time, one or the other would start to speak the thoughts of a servant, or one would touch something and it would catch on fire. These things only happened when the twins were close. And though these strange events seemed to be uncontrolled, the parents never worried over it. So neither did the twins. The whirling chaos that stirred inside their minds when they touched hands was common, because Daddy said it was. They just counted it off as 'normal' as well, because they knew nothing different. When she turned seven Kalan received a ring for her birthday. And as soon as her father slipped it on her finger, the chaos stopped. And she was able to control the fires and thoughts. But even though she wasn't dangerous anymore Mommy still said she and Aiden(named "Little fire") couldn't come on the hunting trips with big sister and her. So Kalan threw herself into her studies of martial arts and fire arms. She wanted to go along on the family outings which were held in such high regards by the servants. Being born into a family of hunters, Kalan had always known about the creatures her mother called "nightwalkers" and she always knew that one day she too would hunt them. It seemed so natural for her sister to leave on the hunts with her parents while she watched the home. It never crossed Kalan's mind that it was dangerous. That every time they smiled and left, her family might never come back. Until the night her father left. They had received news of a bloody uprising on the mainland, and Daddy had been called. So he and big sister packed their things and rushed off in the dead of night. Two weeks past and then three with no new news from the messengers, and Mommy had been getting agitated. She would walk out on the cliffs often, watching, waiting for something. All Kalan and Aiden could do was watch Mommy and keep up their training. One day Aiden said, "Kaye, while Dad isn't here its our job to protect Mom and Pat right?" Seeing the worry in his face and sensing his confusion Kalan had wanted to give him the comfort she so easily gave others through a simple lie or by telling him that there was nothing to worry over. But she couldn't lie to Aiden, and she knew he would stand fast in whatever choice he eventually made. To protect them, or run. So she said 'yes' and gave him something to train his nervous thoughts on besides Father's absence. But by saying that word she dug her own brother's grave. That very night, nine years past, a beast somehow managed to appear on the island. Having escaped the slaughter on the mainland, it had followed a messenger boat back to the island to find leverage on her father who was leading the assault against its kind. Desperate, tired, and infuriated, the beast wandered the grounds for hours looking for either an entrance, or an escaping human. At one twenty-three in the morning Kalan woke, unable to breath, and found that she was too awake to sleep. So she decided to go stargazing. She pulled on some genes and a T-Shirt and left her brother to mumble in his sleep. Kalan walked the long corridors, down the winding stairs, and across the marble floors to the front door, and once she had locked it behind her, she felt the weight of eyes at the back of her neck. The sensation was not new to her as the maids often stared at the cute ten year old's playing with swords, but this time it was so much stronger. She turned and scanned the moonlit clearing and the cliff side, but saw no one. Kalan then faced the forest and saw what she thought to be the Shepard boy's dog Ricky. A large gray figure loomed on all fours just beyond the edge of the clearing, hidden by trees. As soon as her crystal eyes lit on the creature, the harshness of the weight softened a bit and Kalan could breath again. "Ricky?" She said, tilting her head to one side. The dog-like silhouette shrunk back into the trees, as if she were to follow. So Kaye being the animal loving girl she was smiled and walked towards the darkness of the forest. She could still feel stern eyes trained on her but now the energy coming from the forest was easier on her. The hatred and violence had vanished entirely. And to be honest, she felt welcomed by the beast hidden in shadow. When she reached the tree line Kaye stopped, having remembered her mother's warning's of Faeries in the night. But she wanted to pet the Shepard boy's dog at least once before she returned to her bed. So she whistled, called, and held out her small empty hands to it, trying to draw it closer to her. At first, the animal stayed further away in the forest's depths, it's golden eyes watching the child, but after a while it inched closer to her. Kalan was glad that her ability to draw in people worked on animals as well. As the beast drew nearer Kalan was enthralled. Its movements were smooth, like that of a crouching tiger, and she was hypnotized by them. But soon she realized that the creature was larger than it had seemed from a distance. At mere yards away she could tell, it was bigger than she was and much bigger than Ricky. By the time it reached the tree line Kaye had backed halfway across the field to the porch. She couldn't take her eyes off of it as the wolf stepped into the moonlight, and its keen eyes had remain focused on her the entire time. Suddenly it sped up its pace towards her and a low growl sounded in its chest. Kalan screamed and fell backwards into the grass as it charged. In a split second she heard a yell and Aiden was running from the house. His hand gripped her right shoulder and he pushed off, swinging himself into the air, and using his momentum to his advantage. He told her to run inside and as it seemed the logical course of action, she obeyed running inside to grab Father's sword. Outside the sounds of shouts and roars tore through the field. Kalan ran upstairs and grabbed the sword from above the mantle. It was too heavy for her to swing right. In her panicked frustration Kalan dropped it and pulled mothers colts from under her bed waking her as she loaded them. By the time she had reached the front door again the battle had all but ended. Freezing on the wide front porch, Kalan saw her brother wincing on the ground under the paw of the wolf. Large gashes tore through his chest and one ripped through his left cheek. The beast snarled and bit into his arm as Aiden screamed. Kalan's hands moved before her thoughts could, and before the wolf had even turned it's eyes on her she had fired two rounds into its side knocking it from it's position. But the bullets had been normal slugs, for practice at the firing range. They weren't silver. And the creature was only stunned. It had been enough though, to knock it off of her brother. But as she watched him his chest stopped moving and his face went dark. Her eyes began to water and Kalan's mind started to slip. She couldn't hear as her mother yelled for her to run from the stairs. She couldn't feel as the monster turned on her. And she couldn't see when the wind started to tear the ground around her. Holding her ears tight in an attempt to stop everything Kalan screamed. All she could hear was a small 'click' inside her head, and then energy was rushing out of her. The monster was torn to pieces as blood stained the field and wind thrashed the beast's remains. But even once it was dead Kalan couldn't stop. Terror ran through her body rampant, making her scream even louder and fire seemed to rip through her veins. She could feel herself burning up but she couldn't stop. Opening her eyes she could see as the flames, started by her mind, lept up around her. Mother called out unable to get close to her daughter. But Kalan couldn't stop. It was as if she had unleashed a beast of her own that she could no longer control. And it tore at her now without holding back. Through all of her fear a voice stung her. "Shall I stop now?" Kaye cried rejecting the power running through her body. Suddenly the winds blew out and the fire dissolved leaving only the rushing of energies with Kaye. It was no longer her pushing, but the energy itself flying from her being. The air was swept from her as though it had been stolen by someone. She could feel it forming into something solid somewhere off beyond the cliffs. She could feel a strong force bending and winding. Connecting her to it. But she didn't care anymore. Her hands slipped to her sides and she fell forward letting herself crumple inwardly. She felt so empty. Her mother rushed forward and scooped her up holding her close and crying. She rocked Kalan back and forth pushing her long silky hair from her pale face. It was strange, but all Kalan could feel was a steady weight. The weight of eyes trained on her. She blinked herself awake and lolled her head to find the brother she lost that night, but instead, her eyes beheld a familiar young boy. He stood as a thin line across his left cheek disappeared. Smooth movements steadied his shaky form. The hypnotizing movements of a wolf. "Aiden?" She called. And in response two golden eyes flitted up to meet her's. Kalan's brother stood in the moonlit field, surrounded by his own blood, staring at his unmarked hands. "No.." Her mother whispered. She was positive her son had been changed. But as soon as she had said it the golden eyes of the ancient beast faded, and melted into a soft blue, the same as Kalan's. That was the night the twin's full powers awoke. But in different ways. While Aiden's came to be in the form of the copy cat power, Kalan's came in the form of a boy. The night her powers had been fully unleashed she had had no idea of how to accept them. So she didn't. She did the opposite and rejected them. So having nowhere to go, the energy, still a part of her, flowed off and formed into something solid. Something that could stay near her, to protect. A boy. He came the next morning pale as new fallen snow and stayed with her ever since. And like the fortunate new snow, she named him Asher Cian. Aiden did the same three years later but because the circumstances were different, his energy manifested darker. Aiden's guardian had black hair and tan skin. He was wild and violent, wanting constantly to fight and defend. Perhaps the power which grew in Aiden had been darker from the beginning. He wanted to fight and protect, while Kalan wanted to heal and be close to others. And so his being the opposite of Kalan's, he was named Tavar Cian. As the years passed the twins only grew in strength. The partners they had created became their guardians, keeping a constant watch, but always at a distance. And they each mastered different arts. While Kalan turned toward close combat and ways to disarm without causing damage, Aiden was drawn to long distance attacks and sniper rifles to snuff out a target. But even though they fell apart in their choices the twins remained closer than ever. Keeping up the link they had made as children, the two became an amazing tag team. While on a mission once the twins spent too much time tracking a vampire and so their aging slowed a bit. Years rolled by but no news came of Father or his beloved eldest daughter. Mother often would stand out by the cliffs as if she could reach out and pull them back with her mind alone. Little Patrick grew and trained to hunt demons. And before they knew it he was eleven years old and begging to go on the hunts. One day, as Kaye sat watching Mother wait, her little brother came running up the dirt road. His golden curls bounced softly framing a cherubim face and his light brown eyes were bright with excitement. "Mom! Mom!" He yelled as he ran up the way. A servant followed him out of breath from the run. "He has a letter! It's here!" Pat ran up to Mother and hugged her around the waist as the messenger slowed to a jog. The red belt proved that he was their man and that the letter was for their home. By the time he reached Mother Kaye was at her side, arms around Pat. The messenger dropped to lean on his knees and pulled the message from his satchel. His white gloved hand then slipped it up to her's as he collapsed to the ground in a messy kneel. Mother opened it as Aiden came running to their side. It said that Father and sister had just finished a slayer's mission and were headed to their last destination. New York. Mother said her children were not to go because New York was a dangerous place now. It was filled to the brim with nightwalkers and had become the unofficial battle ground of all the races. If Father and sister were there, they would find a way out. She said that the city would be overrun with crime and that the hunters there would be hardened people. Scarred warriors. Unlike our peaceful home, New York had not survived the creature's advance and would soon fall to the bloodshed. Kalan's eyes watched Aiden and they both new the other's thoughts. But listening to Mother they condemned themselves to being banned from the battle. At least, it should have stayed that way. But one night, soon after, Aiden slipped out with Tavar, and went to the mainland. After a week had passed and he had not returned, Mother consented to letting Kalan go to retrieve him. The whole family knew where he had gone, and Mother couldn't bear the idea of loosing another of her beloved children to the violence of monsters. Normally Kalan would have waited for her brother's return. He was smart, and they thought alike. He would be fine on his own. But it wasn't like her level headed brother to run off in the dead of night. Which was what had her worried. It was on the other hand, something his guardian Tavar would do. Ever since their first hunt, Tavar had been a little off. He had a wild light about him. And he was always anxious for another kill. And if what Mother said was true, and New York was crawling with powerful beasts, then Tavar would jump at the idea of a slaughter. He and Aiden could level a whole town with their combined strengths. But Aiden wouldn't agree so easily. He leaned towards his sister's view, and was merciful instead. But either way Taver might get Aiden hurt trying to take on something too strong for either of them. Kalan loved her brother dearly and couldn't stand the thought of loosing him a second time. So it was up to her to bring them home. She would have to go find them herself. Asher came with her of course, but only to watch. Unlike Tavar, he hated to get involved in Kalan's problem's and was quite cynical and aloof about it. So she packed her things, bought the plane tickets, and left. For ground zero. The battle field. New York.     
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:20 am
Stamp of Approval: Absanthe
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Name: Matt Crimson
Aliases/ Nicknames: " The Nightwalkers Doom"
Race: Lycan but hates to turn.
Age: 23 ( Was turned when 20)
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, When he turns to lycan his hair is a flufy white with a huge black spot on his back.
Height: 6'0ft
Lycan 9'0ft
Weight: 150 lb (Human)
1000lb (lycan)
Physical Description: Tall and muscler. His storng stance and looks kinda of motivate his cockyness under. He has 1 scar over his eye.
Type: Slayer
Special Accessories: Bullet proof vest ((some times))
Weapon: A battle axe and his favorite ... 2 custom desert eagles with a sword emblem on the side.
Clothing: Sleevless shirt that his red. He also wears jeans with high top sneakes. When he rides his harley he wears a legther jacket with mirror shades.
Skills: He fights like a brute and he was a ufc fighter.
Abilities: Storng
Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Vampires
Personality: Cocky.
Biography: He was the all star football player in his high school in 1918. He was the cool kid untill his whole family was killed by a vampire. So like anyy other sad story he took his revenge and he LOVED WATCHING THE FANG DIE!!! So he now takes pleasure out of it. But when day on the job at a steel factory all on his own, looking for his lost brother Jacob. He was attacked by a lycan. But before the lycan could finsh the attack Matt was saved by a mysterious man who was a hunter and saved him. But he still is a lycan. Instead of going to their side he stayed with the hunters. Now he lives in new york city, where he hunts and looks for his young brother
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:13 pm
Stamp of Approval: AbsantheName: Kevin VanWingerden
Aliases/ Nicknames: Kashkin, Kaz the Insane, The Blood Martyr Race: Human Age: 20
Eyes: Hazel with yellow in them Hair: Pitch Black Height: 6'0'' Weight: 149 lbs (11% body fat.) Physical Description: Kashkin at first glance seems to be different from normal humans. He has fairly long black hair that covers his eyes, shading them from the world so only he can see out. He wears an obviously worn down black sweatshirt, which happens to be his most favorite sweatshirt of all. Normal clothes besides that, and rebok sneakers. There is a distinguishing characteristic or two that makes others feel wary at times. The first is the look he gives when he is serious. It's a look that peirces the body, staring straight into the soul like an icy cold hand caressing a heart. The second is his smile. Normally, it holds that of happiness. However, there are times that it shows more. It becomes a smile full of sadistic pleasure or bloodlust, a longing for battle and death. These two looks combined create that of a veteran killer and murderer combined. Appearance: Hunter Type: Martyr Weapons: Shotguns, rifles, pistols, and things such as that. NO, he doesn't carry them all on his person. That'd be stupid (and impossible to hide and such). He also possesses a few knives, a katana, and other such weapons like that.
EXPLOSIVES: Kashkin has various types of explosives, which also includes C4 and Grenades. Yes, he owns the very explosives terrorists themselves use. Well, the line between terrorists and martyrs can be thin at times..... Special Accessories: The calibers Kevin uses are 10X25mm (10mm auto) and .45ACP, the obvious reason is stopping power. He wouldn't fancy trying to kill demons with a gun loaded with a weak bullet like 9X19mm (as effective as it is on humans, those damn demons ain't human). Nothing bigger though without drastically redesigning the mechanism to the gun. Despite being paired, Vizury and Gen are not identical, aside from the colours, the other differences I will list here: (In case you don't know, Gen is the black one, Vizury is the red one) GenGen has Bo-mar rear sights (usually for target shooting), a long spur hammer for one handed cocking (cocking means moving the hammer into the ready to fire position). (charging meanschambering a round into the chamber, usually in the same motion as cocking) Gen also has the normal 1911 long safety lever. Gen is used by Kevin for accurate shooting. "Gen" Is engraved on the barrel of the gun. It is sleek, as if brand new at all times and is as black as the abyss. It is amazingly accurate, and is a true masterpiece. VizuryVizury has smaller sights (novak or MMC, you probably don't have clue what either are, but this is just for completeness), A shorter tactical safety lever and a nearly hidded bobbed hammer. Vizury is more used for close range firing and rapid fire, in conjuction with Gen for authentic Long Range shooting. Vizury is the color of blood and has "Vizury" Written in gold along the barrel. Vizury is also sleek and brand new. Both wepons sport compensators to reduce felt recoil and muzzle flip in firing, molded grips, custom slides and frames, as well as special engaving and extended magazines. They were made by his father, a professional marksman and gunsmith using the newest technology available. It took him 5 and 1/2 years to perfect them, and with Kevin at his side, they both created monsters of pistols. They had enough stopping power to put down vampires, special humans, or wearwolves. They were deadly guns, and there were custom bullet clips with personal bullets for each situation. For vampires, they were just normal bullets for vampires died if shot enough. There were silver bullets for Wearwolves, and for the special humans and demons, there were explosive rounds. THEY, however, were extremely hard to make. Adding a highly explosive liquid inside the gun that explodes upon impact... He usually only has one clip of that on him at once. The last thing that Kevin has that's special is a body suit of kevlar covering his legs, arm, chest, and back. It's skin tight, yet very effective. He wears it under all his clothes, and sleeps with it on half the time. Clothing: Kevin wears normal clothes EXCEPT for his favorite sweatshirt. He wears it nearly all the time, including during summer (with no shirt underneath it). It's his favorite for... specific reasons...... He also has a body suit of kevlar which was modified to cover his whole body (minus his head and neck). Skills: Kevin has run cross country and track since he was a kid, and that with the help of taking Ju-Jitsu and Shuai Jiao for 8 years, his endurance and speed are rediculous. Nearly inhuman. He trains his body to the max constantly, pushing himself to the limit and then collapsing from exhaustion. He is fairly strong, but FAR more agile. He is an amazing marksman, considering he almost always uses guns. Why? Because if you let a vampire or wearwolf or something get in close to you, you're probably dead. Who can beat creatures of darkness in hand-to-hand combat? Abilities: Kevin doesn't have many special abilities. The few things he has are very useful, though. Kevin is VERY intelligent. He can think on his feet and has a dangerous mind. Also, he is very skilled with guns. He can use them in nearly any scenario, and is deadly with them. So being fast, smart, and skilled with guns. Not bad, eh? Enemy Race/What They Hunt: Vampires. Vampires, vampires, vampires. Personality: Kashkin. Is. Insane. There's no other way to describe what runs through his mind. If every shrink in the world tried figuring out what was in his head, they'd go crazy themselves. Sometimes there's no logic for it, and other times he does things that seem completely off the wall for a normal fighter. He is usually always happy, and gets along with everyone, acting innocent. However, that could change in a snap. He could become very, very sadistic, or sadistically happy. Not much else to describe about him, but instead if anyone would want to know more, they'd have to actually talk to him and spend time with him. (((Ask him yourself.))) Biography/History: Kevin's family was a nice family. His dad was a gunsmith, his mother was a flowershop owner, and they were both hunters. They kept it a secret from Kevin and his sister, Daria. They lived normal lives, happy and free as children should be. However, fate had different plans in store for them. Daria loved her younger brother, and it was an amazingly strong bond that they shared. One day (Kevin = 14, Daria = 18 at this time), while returning from a trip to the grocery store (walking down the street to their house), Daria screamed. She was suddenly pulled into the alleyway to their left and was thrown against a wall. Kevin dropped the bags and screamed out her name, diving foward to clash with the "thugs" that took her. They batted him backwards with one hand like a pillow hitting a brick wall. He rolled backwards, scraping up his arms and legs. He got up, shaking, tears streaming down his eyes. He pulled out his pocket knife and drew the blade, ready to save his sister. What he saw drained the very color from his body. The man pinning her to the wall had fangs, glistening in the just rising moon. Not human fangs, but those only thought to be in stories. The thugs were vampires. As they descended, they pierced Daria's flesh, draining her of life. Kashkin couldn't move. His legs and body were frozen. In what seemed like an eternity, the deed was done. He withdrew, Daria standing there, smiling and crying at the same time. She stood there, the thugs laughing evily, saying something along the lines of "Welcome". Kevin began to shake. His mind had stopped, overflowing with hate and rage for those things. She walked away, smiling, mouthing something along the lines of "Join me, my loving brother." He shook his head and screamed. He screamed at the moon like a wearwolf himself, as if he was posessed. He suddenly bolted foward as the man who had turned her told two of the thugs to take her away. He lept at Kevin. Kevin ducked, and out of blind rage, stabbed up with his knife, piercing the vampires throat. He slashed it cleanly open, and kept hacking at the throat. The vampire was shocked. A 14 year old? Killing a vampire?! UNHEARD OF! But it was true. Kevin hacked at the body for the next four and a half hours, slicing it up, beheading it and severing the limbs, killing it. When he finally found his way home, he had shown his parents the teeth he ripped out. They told him everything. That was 6 years ago. Ever since then, Kevin trained. Killed vampires, hating them with such a passion it was consuming. He eventually grew a reputation. He left his family behind to protect them, taking a new alias. Kashkin. His name and reputation spread throughout the city. Kashkin didn't care. He was the kind of fighter that didn't care about his own well being all too much. The enemy was everything. He has only two goals in life. The first is to kill vampires. The second is to convert his sister back to becomming a human. However, that isn't all too easy. His sister became powerful as a vampire, and she was constantly out to convert her brother to a vampire. She wanted him. He was her world. They fought to convert eachother, a bloody, horrific battle that never seemed to end. The rest is history, or things Kashkin has never revealed to anyone. (((Find out yourself =P )))) To this day, he lives. Even after fighting in the Residential district with a vampire AND lycan at the same time and falling out of a 4 story building, he lived. He was healed, and the explosion was put in the paper, the fire from the battle buring down a chunk of property. That only helped further spread his name, and now he wanders, his new house and home unknown. -Approved by Hokaru Moneru and Illiud-
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