He was standing in the Main HQ for the Hunter headquarters, breathing in and out slowly as he surveyed the situation.
It had been ten years now, that he had been a Hunter. Ten long years... and his depression had not beaten him. Even now, when it constantly tugged at him, he knew that he had friends that would stand by his side... and new Trainees to train, to be able to carry on the Hunter name.
Stepping through the foyer, the Mist Hunter reached up and tugged his ponytail down, running his fingers through his long hair as he closed his eyes. It was his day off, and he'd been working hard lately, so it was definitely earned.
A smile graced his lips as his mind wandered, idly thinking of how some of the trainees reacted to his training methods, and some of them balking at him. He was relentless, even going so far as to leave scars on some of those that were a danger to the team, and even themselves.
Some words fell on deaf ears, but scars lasted forever... and he was ashamed to admit that sometimes, his weapon had pushed him too far, in wanting blood.
Zere breathed in and out once more as he frowned, massaging his temples.
The only bad thing about days off were that sometimes other Hunters didn't have the same days off he did... which left him alone to his own traitorous thoughts.
His weapon began to speak to him but he ignored it, drowning out its sudden chatter --
And then he was thrown off of his feet.
An explosion had occurred, the sound of ringing in his ears as he lay sprawled out on the floor, blood running out of his ear and along his jawline. He reached up with a shaky hand, wincing as he pulled it away to see his own blood, confusion in his gaze before a Horseman stepped into view.
They were adorned in feathers and leather, glaring down at him with disdain, their lip curling downwards in disgust.
Fight, FIGHT, make them BLEED-- His weapon screamed at him, but he was unable to move, too stunned by the surprise of the Horsemen actually attacking the base.
"For helping the Embassy," They murmured softly, "I will make your death painless, and quick."
Raising their weapon, they rushed forward and ran him through, piercing his heart with their weapon.
".... no," Zere whispered, his vision fading as the last thing he saw... was the Horseman's face.
Everything tilted on its side, and then instead of the Horseman... he saw his brother's face, and his brother's hands reaching out for him.
"Loma..." He whispered, attempting to raise his hand and grasp his brother in return --
Zere woke, jerking upright... and finding he was on the floor, curled up with tears running down his face.
Even in dreams, he could never forget his brother's face.
CHARACTER: ZereDIVISION: Mist
META JOURNAL
ARCANA: Reflection
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Zere is tall and well dressed, with long black hair usually tied up in some sort of ponytail. He is unusually tired all the time, and often found chewing on a food item of some sort, as well as carrying around a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book with some kind of terrible title. Who reads this rubbish?
His main weapon is a rather sizeable black whip.
Zere's Stats
HP: 60/60
Attack Dice: 2d12 -6
Defending Dice: 1d10
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