[CHAR] A Moonlit Hunt

[Bluetommy]

Name: Egbert Willett Pitt

Age: 65

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hider

Adolf von Menzel

When hunting he wears a dirty brown trench-coat, underneath he has all of his tools and weapons strapped to his body in various ways. He wears a flamethrower on his back, two red tanks of propane, connected via hose to the flamethrower, made of metal and with a lighter on the end to ignite the propane. On his belt he wears a hussar's saber, etched with his mother's name.

Creature:Human

Type of Hunter: Vampire Hunter

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for 38 years

Background: Egbert's father, Gregory, was an heir to the Pitt Tractor Company fortune, however, he used his money to finance his actual career, vampire hunting. 5 generations of Pitts were vampire hunters, and their fortune only finances this career, however, Egbert was a bastard, his father not even knowing of his existence until he was on his deathbed, Gregory instructed his eldest son, James Pitt, to teach Egbert how to hunt vampires. Egbert was a natural, with several dead vampires to his name. However, James Pitt himself became a vampire after a hunt went wrong, and after Egbert returning from a successful hunt, attempted to kill him, mortally wounding him and leaving him for dead. When doctors found him, they decided that the only was to save Egbert was to give him Lycan blood. Due to the transplant, Egbert made a miraculous recovery, however, he was no longer the jolly man he once was, Egbert was deeply scarred psychologically by the betrayal, devoting his life to the death of James, however, with James in control of the Pitt fortune, Egbert was forced to go underground, after thirty years killing other vampires, Egbert returned to the surface world, more determined than ever to kill James Pitt, and he would go to any end in order to do it.

Reason for Joining: To kill James Pitt.

Arrived: Arrived a day ago, emerging from the sewers.

[BytheSpleen]

"The Ram" [+]

Name:

Rama "Ram" Ruhian

Age:

31

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

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5'4 | 130 lb.

Creature:

Vampire

Type of Hunter:

Vampire Hunter

How long have you been hunting/afflicted:

Hunted 21 Years | Afflicted 6 months

Blood Magic:

Treiben - Rama can, as his name implies, burst forward at higher speeds or scale a story or two by concentrating his blood cells to his legs. Doing so for more than twice in a row, however, will make him feel nauseous and unfit for (hand to hand) combat for a little bit.

Background:

Born in raised in Indonesia, Rama has had a relatively normal life. His mother and father owned a coconut-candy factory (a small one consisting of sheet roofing and charcoal stoves with big vats of sweets), and he went to school like any other child that could afford the money. Upon his return home, one day, he found his parents dead, and his house ablaze. A single hunter was standing by his dead partner and a decapitated corpse, a vampire of all things. Without any support, Rama decided quickly to join the hunter (hiding his frustration and disbelief with "shock"), and cycled through training for Hunters throughout the world. On his fiftieth assignment, he killed his mentor and fed the body to a small flock of vampires out of frustration, in exchange for information on the bloodline of the vampire he killed five years ago.

Sparing nobody and no time either, he called in the other Hunters and arranged a raid on a large vampire compound in China, and disappeared from the Hunters' grasp after decapitating the vampire in charge of the one that had killed his parents, though he still had some suspicion about the Hunters after. It is said he got his name for his aggressive fighting during the siege, where he charged head on with spiked knuckles to break the Vampires' ranks.

A decade passed, and on one particularly difficult Hunt, he allowed himself to be bitten by a vampire child, which he merely impaled and drowned at the bottom of the ocean as a sort of thanks, since his life's purpose had slowly dimmed. As a memoir of that fateful night, he took to using machetes to savagely brutalize his targets. After suffering his first week in agony of fasting, he gave into temptation and fed...on his next prey : vampires.

Reason for Joining:

For Rama now, hunting vampires is his life-line to a fresh blood supply without becoming a target himself.

Arrived:

3 Days Ago

[Guess Who]

Ryan Thompson

Ryan Thompson

Appearance:

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Type of Hunter: Werewolf (Is armed with a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas).

Time He's Been Hunting: 2 months

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching the good ol' U.S. of A. for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one. As you can probably tell, Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

Reason for Joining: He has been having difficulty finding any werewolves to hunt so he's seeking out professional training.

Arrived: Just now.

[Kieran]

Ivory Hart

Name: Ivory Hart

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: With a thin frame and a height of only 5’5”, Ivory isn’t the most intimidating figure that one might see, and she certainly doesn’t try to be. She possesses some Native Alaskan blood in her (Inupiaq blood, to be exact), and some of her features do share this fact, including slightly slanted eyes and skin with a bronze glow. However, she also has Irish and Italian blood in her, giving her a thinner face and gray eyes. Her hair is a medium brown in coloration and on the long side, reaching to the middle of her back, but is often kept up in a ponytail or messy bun.

When it comes to clothing Ivory’s wardrobe is pretty ordinary for a young adult. Jeans and plain t-shirts or tanktops seem to be a common choice for her, along with boots or tennis shoes. Anything other than those are usually reserved for days that she is forced to attend a more formal event, but even then she keeps an extra pair of clothes in the car. When hunting she wears more concealing and flexible clothing, including a hood. Not a red one, mind you, but instead black in coloration with her family’s motto stitched into it, ‘Fortis et fideliter’ - brave and loyal. She also wears her mother and father’s wedding rings on a silver necklace.

Creature: Human

Type of Hunter: Lycan Hunter

Ivory only hunts with silver weapons, which is to be expected. Her primary weapon is a crossbow with silver arrows, but she also possesses two silver daggers in case anything gets too close for comfort. She also has a male Tamaskan named Tikaani, who was raised by Ivory and trained to help track and hunt lycans.

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for about 6 years. Needless to say, she's still a beginner.

Background: Ivory’s father was the only parent present in her life, and he had come from an old but surviving bloodline of werewolf hunters, so it was only natural that Ivory continued the tradition. Training began at a young age for Ivory, but she wasn’t allowed to play with sharp weapons at first. Instead she helped train the dogs her father raised, Tamaskans that were trained to help hunt werewolves and the like. Books about vampires, lycans, witches, and anything along those lines took up the space on her bookshelf. At 13, when she knew the basics, and plus some, she finally began training with weapons. By the time she was 18 she successfully took down her first lycan - with her father’s help, of course.

The two hunted lycans for about two years together, until they came about a rather peculiar lycan that seemingly had no desire to attack. Still, with every instinct demanding the strike, Ivory and her father battled until her father was left with a deadly injury. The lycan seemed distraught once it saw what it had done and hurried off, leaving daughter and father alone. His death came quickly, but despite the tragedy Ivory continued what she was raised to do. She continued to work independently, until a familiar name came about. William Hendrick, a name that her father would occasionally mention. There was no reward promised that could potentially grasp her interest, but he grabbed her curiosity with his outrageous proposition.

Reason for Joining: She claims she’s only tagging along due to her curiosity, but she does have other reasons.

Arrived: 1 day ago

[Zetsuko]

Name: Henryk Gaskiyon
Age: 257
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Creature: Human (turned Lycan)
Type of Hunter: Hunter of Hunters/Lycans. Typically uses a modified Blunderbuss and a single-edged Greataxe
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Hunting for 234 Years. took Lycan blood 212 years ago.
Background:

Backround

Henryk was one of the Hunters that watched over a somewhat sizable town in Poland, he and his fellows particularly hunted the Lycans as The town had two "sects" of hunters, one hunting Lycans and one hunting Vampires, Henryk was a member of the former. The town was settled in an largly isolated valley in the Carpathian mountains, Lycan packs frequently preyed upon the town for this reason and used the mountains for their dens. Henryk was born is this town which is why he joined the Lycan Hunter sect, though at the time they were more of a guard order than hunters. It was the church in the town that first formed hunters there, using the town as a base of operation after it was suspected that a few vampires had made lairs in the mountains. though the church was infiltrated by some vampires posing as ministers and priests, whatever they did turned the Vampire Hunters against the town. They had slaughtered everyone and burned it to the ground, the only reason Henryk and five others survived is they had been sent to clear out a Lycan den that was to close to the town for comfort. When they returned to find what had happened they were enraged, blaming the church for it's failure. They donned ash grey attire to symbolize their burnt town and went to recapture the Lycan they had driven out. They forced it to change them, willingly accepting the beasthood for the strength to get their vengeance. They joined the Hunt themselves, chasing down every other hunter and vampire involved in the burning of their town. when it was done, when they had killed the last corrupt hunter they parted ways, Hunting those that betrayed the hunt.

Reason for Joining: originally it was to protect his town, then vengeance, and now to destroy corrupt hunters
Arrived: Arrived around 3-4 days ago, he simply showed up out of seemingly nowhere

[Spybuster]

William

Name: William "Captain" Hendrick

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'1 with a very built figure, William has a well trimmed mustache, and keeps his dark brown hair short and neatly tucked under his hat. His face appears worn, almost as if it had aged faster than it should have. His tired looking eyes, which some mistook that as a sign that he's exhausted, are a pale green in color. He generally can be seen wearing his favorite hat and brown duster coat over his body.

Age:36 (Technically 243)

Creature:Human with a werewolf blood transfusion.

Type of Hunter: Werewolf Hunter, member of the Night Hunter Organization. He carries the tools of the Nordic Hunters from times long ago which were given to him by the N.H.O. His primary tool for butchering twisted Lycans is his steel bearded axe, which has a collapsible shaft so that it may be wielded one handed or two handed. Upon his back is a round steel shield with extendable silver curved spikes. This shield is attached to a somewhat heavy device by a chain, which can be used to retract the shield after he throws it at his targets. On top of this, he has dual .44 revolvers, each loaded with silver bullets to remind him of his time as a bounty hunter in the wild west.

How long have you been hunting: 208 Years.

Background: The hunt has always been with him. You see for William, it was a family tradition. His father, and father's fathers were all hunters in his family, and he was expected to walk in their shoes. The shield he carries has protected him and all those before him. When his father handed it down to him, it was his time to head out into the world to continue the hunt. During the early 1800s however, the number of Lycan sightings increased drastically, as did the reports of other hunters falling victim to them. Fearing that midwestern regional hunting group would succumb to the tainted creatures, he left in search of an old hag, one that could implement a transfusion of werewolf blood into his veins. It was a risky move for many reasons, the most apparent being that it would cause his potential death. For a week, he suffered the effects of the blood, but eventually came through, and was able to return to his hunting group. With his newly acquired protection against the Lycans, he rallied what remained of the Midwestern hunters together to hunt down and pick off the mos largest Lycan packs. When word reached the high ranking members of the Night Hunters, William was scolded, but otherwise left alone by the Organization. It was highly likely that William would lose both his rank and his life for his foolish action, but the circumstances in the Americas meant they had little choice but to let him live. Eventually the fact that he transfused werewolf blood into his body became an ever apparent shadow, but was always discussed in whispers at the meeting grounds.

Now he is seen as a traitor, rumored that the beast blood had finally tainted his soul. This rumor was also backed up by the fact that William had spared several afflicted individuals in the past. Many had heard that William dared to trust both beasts and vampires at his side, and the N.H.O. was forced to come to the decision that William had embraced the inner beast that had tainted his blood. William however cared little for what the Organization thought. He had already been a target or using Werewolf blood, so breaking another rule meant nothing to him. William was a stubborn man, and even though he had turned his back on his former organization, his intentions were still as true as the ones he went in with.

[Yorutenchi]

Amelia Black

Name: Amelia Black

Age: 50 (appears 19 or 20)

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Amelia

Creature: Half-vampire

Type of Hunter: Specializes in Vampire Hunting

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: 30

Blood Magic:
Blood sense. This gives her the ability to hear, feel and smell blood as a way to find and sense enemies as well as allies. While it isn't an actual "sense" apart from the rest of her senses it is a heightened awareness of blood in all forms of her senses that accumulate into what she refers to as "blood sense".

Black Blood. This is a technique taught to her by her father. Its a simple technique. All one has to do is concentrate and condense blood at the surface of a part of one's body. This packed portion of blood hardens and takes a blackish color rather than red. She can only do it in a single part of her body at a time. An example of how it would be used could be she concentrates it to her fist or hand and now she can block or strike with a hand harder than stone. While it can't be done quickly enough to block if she were to harden part of her body she could have it act as "armor" but the area is limited (only about a square foot or so of area) and she can't do it quickly to anticipate an attack. She would have to guess where the attack was going to go and protect herself beforehand.

Background:

Amelia Black was born from a vampire father and a human mother. She lived with her human mother and her elder sister Sasha. Her father only arrived every so often when she was young and for some reason he stopped visiting when she turned 9 or so. He never lived with them and his visits were usually short and too the point. What she remembers is vague. She remembered that her father was tall and had long black hair and a dark beard. Her mother made sure to scold her if she ever said something negative about her father.

On occasion he would be there for just her mother. Other times however he seemed to be very interested in either her or her sister. Her older sister was taken out to train with her father on several occasions. She herself was only taught one on one by her father a few times. One day when she was 9 years old suddenly he arrived with two other individuals. She was forced into secret door underneath the floorboards. She wasn't allowed out for several hours after the men left. When she was let out she was told that her sister was taken away and won't be coming back. Her father never returned either.

It was many years later and she had more or less decided to live her life as a human the best she could. However this all changed one day when she came home to blood dripping out from under her front door and onto the porch. Rushing into the room she saw her sister holding their mother's head in her hands. Blood dripped from her sister's mouth and blood covered every inch of the floor. Sasha was totally different than she had been the 10 years since she last saw her. Her delicate white hair had grown long and now lay around her shoulders stained with blood. Her brilliant blue eyes were blood red. The soft and gentle smile she once knew was replaced with a sadistic grin without a trace of humanity.

In a blind rage her own green eyes suddenly turn dark red and she leaped at her sister. Being fueled only by anger and instinct she struck out with her hands like a wild animal. Her patheitic movements were easily evaded by her swifter sister and she suddenly found herself being thrown hard onto a puddle of her mother's blood. The splash hit all 4 walls of the small room and the floor cracked under the force. All of the air in her lungs escaped and she gasped for breath.

"Oh...we little Amelia. You were always the weak one." A cold shiver runs down Amelia's spine as she can't even find the strength to respond. "Must have gotten that from mother. See I have inherited father's blood. He chose me. I've been getting stronger this past year. Even as a half vampire I'm not stronger than most full vampire. This was my final test before I was let into the house of Black as a full member. I just had to sever this tinsy little blood bond to the human world." Slumping down next to Amelia Sasha runs her long slender fingers over Amelia's face leaving behind a thin trail of her mother's blood. "You know...father wanted me to kill you too...." Suddenly the fingers are at Amelia's throat and slowly pressing down. Now even her gasps are silent. "Should I? No...no I have different plans. Hunt me little sister. Catch me if you can." Giggling Sasha stands up and calmly walks out of the room.

Amelia lay in the pool of her mother's blood for several minutes before she can get up. Everything she had just witnessed was too much for her to take in. From that moment on she ran. She ran until she couldn't run anymore and collapsed in the forest. A group of men surrounded her before she even knew they were there. They were vampire hunters. They were only a few seconds away from killing her but they hesitated. Instead they gave her food and clothing. From that moment on she learned the tools of the trade on how to hunt vampires. She practiced her blood magic as well as human tactics to taking out vampires.

Reason for Joining: To Kill her sister.

Arrived: Just arriving.

[DrowsyPangolin]

Ingrid Venn

Name: Ingrid Venn

Age: 133 (appearance of late teens early twenties)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Ingrid is an energetic girl with a medium build and small stature. She stands only a few inches above five feet in height, and weighs somewhere near 120 pounds. She has a very pale complexion with an uncountable number of freckles. Her eyes are light green, and always seem lively, dancing about the area around her. She has wavy, dark red hair that reaches her shoulders, though it is often pulled back in a ponytail.
Ingrid's clothing typically leans towards function over form, valuing comfort and maneuverability over anything else. She usually wears a black tank top under a battered jacket made of dark blue denim with numerous patches of varying colors. Her leggings are usually simple black jeans, somewhat tight, but not enough to impede movement. A wide hole is torn in the left knee. On her feet, she wears black leather combat boots, chosen specifically for their durability. Her waist is adorned with a simple black belt, with her revolver holstered at the hip alongside a large combat knife.
Ingrid has a rather large collection of firearms, and is nearly always armed in some capacity. Her 'old reliable', as it were, is a .357 revolver kept at her hip. The weapon has a chrome finish and a grip made of mahogany. In addition to her revolver, Ingrid carries a small caliber double-barrel derringer hidden in her left boot. Outside of these, the girl owns a variety of weapons ranging from sub machine guns to high caliber rifles, however it is difficult to carry her entire collection. She has made a friend of an illicit arms dealer, who typically provides her with the necessary tools. All of her weapons are loaded with her customized rounds. A small amount of her blood is mixed with the lead for each and every bullet.

Creature:Vampire

Type of Hunter: Primarily Vampire

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Ingrid was bitten roughly 110 years ago. She has only taken up hunting somewhat recently.

Blood Magic: Volatile Blood: Ingrid's magic, though made possible by her transformation, likely has roots within her genetics. Vampirism seems to have caused a strange mutation within the girl's blood, causing it to react violently when placed in the presence of blood belonging to any other living thing. If Ingrid's blood is mixed with another blood type, her tainted blood erupts into flame, burning itself like fuel. Ingrid, in a spree of 'creativity' found a convenient way of weaponizing her curse by mixing her own blood into bullets. Though makeshift incendiary rounds are her favorite toy, she has also dabbled with applying her own blood to blades, explosives, and poisons, with varying degrees of success.

Background: Ingrid was born in a small town in Scotland to lower-class parents. Her mother died when she was quite young, so her father took to raising her. Despite being a somewhat sickly man, he was a good parent, and Ingrid loved him dearly. Unfortunately, he died when she was about twelve, which led to her being bounced back and forth amongst various family members until she was old enough to live on her own. Her freedom finally secured, and her heart brimming with ambition and longing for adventure, she decided to travel abroad. She spent a few years traveling throughout Europe, working various jobs to fund her travels, but never staying in one place for very long. Like her parents, she had always been somewhat sickly, but that had done little to hamper her spirit. Everything had went according to plan, if there was a plan to begin with, until a chance encounter in Russia.
One night while traveling alone, Ingrid met a strange man on the road. At the time, he had seemed a bit odd and old-fashioned. Ingrid had chalked this up to a cultural discrepancy, and invited the odd gentleman to travel with her. They had not gone very far before she noted that he seemed distracted by something. Again, she chalked this up to a cultural phenomenon. After traveling for a few more hours, she offered the man a drink, and immediately noticed a change in his demeanor. They stopped, and after a bit of drinking, the man offered her the strangest proposition she'd ever heard. “How would you like to live forever?” Somewhat drunk, and viewing the offer as a joke, Ingrid decided immortality would be grand. She realized the weight of her decision a moment too late. The odd gentleman, a vampire, bit her nearly as soon as the words left her mouth. Shocked, she pulled away, but she could already fill something changing within her. Before she could question the strange man, he began shrieking in pain, flames billowing out of his mouth. He darted away, screaming something about tainted blood, and leaving the fledgling vampire to fend for herself.
Ingrid's life from that day forward was a crash course in coming to understand her new self. She disliked the dangers of feeding, seeking blood only when she needed nourishment at first. Eventually, she discovered there were many others like her, some hiding in the shadows, some masquerading as ordinary people. She came to understand the ways of these people. Most of them viewed humans as a food source, little more than cattle. She, however, quickly grew bored of that lifestyle. Human or not, her heart still craved adventure. Now, however, her body could keep up with her spirit.
Ingrid continued to travel for many years, but her search for new sources of entertainment, combined with her rebellious nature, led her into some strange, and often dangerous, places. She learned to defend herself rather well over the years, and quickly learned there was a market for her new skills. She took mercenary and bodyguard jobs at first, before veering into darker territory. Little challenged her, being what she was, and it almost felt unfair to use her talents against people with little ability to fight back. Seeking further excitement, she began hunting more elusive and aggressive prey. Soon, her kin found themselves in her crosshairs as well. Finally, she had found an adventure worth pursuing. Thankfully, she discovered there were other like-minded individuals, and sought them out.

Reason for Joining: Ingrid's reasoning for joining the hunt has little to no basis in ethics. She holds no grudge against vampires in particular, in fact she's quite happy with her own transformation. She does, however, consider most of her kin to be rather boring and wasteful with their immortality. Brash, headstrong, and searching for excitement, her ultimate reason for joining the hunt is little more than entertainment.

Arrived: Just Arriving

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Name: Roze Harrison
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Appearance: Roze stands at about 5’4, with a slim yet curvaceous build and tanned skin. Her neck, wrists and arms are peppered with silvery, circular scars from past bite marks. According to a few people, she’s the only person they’ve seen that had been bitten so much without being turned. Lucky her.
Her eyes are a bright cerulean blue, framed with long dark lashes and naturally slim dark brows. Her face is heart-shaped, with a dimpled smile and button nose. Atop her head sits a mane of black curls, which reach about her mid-back.

Creature: Human

Type of Hunter: Lycan, although is not averse to killing Vampires if necessary. In addition to this, if she catches a slight wind of demonic activity, she is there like a shot.

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: New to hunting – knows plenty of the lore and whatnot thanks to her (dead) vampire boyfriend, but hasn’t had any in-field practice with Lycans. As for Vampires, she’s killed three of them.

Background:

Growing in South Dakota, Roze lived a fairly middle-class life with successful parents, and a nice, big ass house. Her family wasn’t too big – there was no-one on her Mom’s native Italian side, and her Dad just had an older brother; her Uncle Bobby.

Bobby was great – having no kids himself, he doted on Roze, generally paying far more attention to her than her parents did, what with their busy jobs and travelling that they did. However, Bobby had a more than disturbing job – demon hunter.

And when you hunt demons, they don’t appreciate it too much.

Sometime after Roze’s sixth birthday, she was horrified to discover her Mother and Father fighting in the kitchen – her Mother had a knife, and was acting extremely aggressively. By the time her Father subdued her, something occurred that Roze could never forget; something rose out of her Mother’s body and entered her Father, who then turned to her, knife that was slick with blood being gripped more tightly.

Except it wasn’t her Father anymore.

And by the look in his suddenly unfamiliar eyes, he was ready to make hamburger meat out of her like her mother on the floor.

It was pure luck that Roze managed to dodge him, and run up the stairs. Pure luck that her Father had left his safe open and the gun out. Pure luck that Bobby had insisted on showing her how to load and fire a gun, despite her parent’s disagreements with showing a child so young something so dangerous.

Dangerous, yes. But it saved her life. As her Father - or rather, whatever was inhabiting her Father’s body – bore down on her, she let off the entire clip of bullets into his chest, the recoil of the gun knocking her to the floor.

The first person she called was Bobby, and then the police. By the time the police did arrive to the house, her prints had been wiped clean from the gun, and Bobby had rehearsed a story for her to say. Neither of them wanted her Father to be seen as some crazy man who deserved to be put down – so, they invented some masked figure who had broken in and killed her parents, but had fled as soon as Bobby arrived.

It didn’t really match up with the evidence, but she adamantly stuck to her story. The cops didn’t think for one second that a little girl would lie about it. So, while they chased this mystery man, the case eventually became cold, and forgotten about.

But not to Roze.

Now growing up with Bobby, he began teaching her about the world or the paranormal, and what those things were that killed her parents. She never blamed him for it, not for a second. As it turned out, trouble would have eventually found her anyway.

As puberty hit, Roze began falling into some bad crowds at her High School. She was getting wasted every other night, and curing her hangovers with skiving classes and yet more alcohol. However, when her first boyfriend began pressuring her to take drugs, she refused, not wanting to take a path as dark as that.
Her boyfriend didn’t like that.

Late at night, at one of their less cosy haunts in the woods for parties, he threatened her with plenty of horrific things if she didn’t do as she was told. Despite her training with Bobby, she wasn’t strong enough to over power him, and would have ended up a druggie (Or worse) had it not been for Samuel.

Coming out of nowhere and nightmarishly swiftly killing her boyfriend before her, Roze knew that this guy was definitely not human. However, he acted as such with her, treating her with such care and concern that she truly believed that he killed that silly teenage boy to protect her. This was not the case.

Samuel had been immensely enticing to her every sense, and she had finally found her new vice of ecstasy with him. Rather than spending her nights drowning in alcohol, she cleaned up and spent most of her time with Samuel.
Bobby was somewhat suspicious of this newcomer, and wasn’t particularly happy that he obviously had ten years on his 18-year-old niece – but Roze was much happier and healthier with this guy. Even if she did spend most nights with him, he couldn’t be a bad influence... surely?

And then Bobby noticed the bite marks peppering Roze’s body.

At first, he just that Samuel had some strange kink with biting – but then he realized. Vampire. Vampires were something Bobby avoided like the plague. Partially because a lot of them were actually nice members of society; but also because they fought in ways he wasn’t used to. Blood magic – like the magic Samuel was using on Roze to make her think that he feeding off of her wasn’t a bad or dangerous thing – wasn’t something Bobby was comfortable with. But what could he do? Stepping in could just risk both of their lives, but if it continued, Roze could be turned.

Thankfully, someone else put a stop to it.

Another vampire, by the name of Thane; his mere entrance was enough to turn Samuel aggressive, and with a threat of ripping her throat out, demanded that he leave. At that moment, the blood magic evaporated, and Roze realized how foolish she had been. Turning on Samuel, the pair of them managed to take his head off before morning even broke.

Thane wasn’t like Samuel – rather than pat her shoulder and reel off some sympathy, he instead explained things to her - why bad things, supernatural things had been pretty much all around her throughout her life. There was something in her blood – something unknown – that made it smell almost irresistible. It had drawn the demons to her home, and it had drawn Samuel to the forest that night. It had also drawn Thane to her, and in doing so, had saved her from Samuel.

After that night, Roze didn’t go home. Instead, she left a voicemail for her Uncle Bobby, telling him to not worry about her anymore. She had to leave; otherwise she’d just be putting him in danger.

For the next couple of years, Roze stayed with Thane. Together they killed any Vampires that attempted to harm her, and bonded quite closely. He never drank from her, or used his magic on her. For once in his life, she had a partner who treated her like a human being.

Tragically, a few weeks ago, she lost Thane. Something had torn him apart like a rag doll – most of the evidence pointed towards Lycan, although it was a strange thing, for a pack of Lycans to target a lone vampire who obviously didn’t pose any threats. Either way, Roze had nothing left, but an aching heart and lust for revenge. After wandering for a few weeks, Roze turned north, towards Maine. Thane had told her about a hunting group up there, a group that would welcome both the living and the afflicted. It would have been the perfect place for them both.

Except there was no both about it now.

Reason for Joining: She had nowhere else to go, and nothing left to do. So far, the only decent things she’s done in her life have been ridding the world of bad things - why not turn it into a career of sorts?
Also, she may even be able to find those who took away the people she cared about so much.

Arrived: Today.

[Slamurai]

I haven't decided on any magic ability yet.

Name: Eva Zelenko
Age: 128 (Appears in mid twenties)
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Eva stands at 5'7" and weighs about 136 lbs. Her build is relatively slender and toned, bordering on athletic. Her skin is a very fair, creamy shade and her hair is also near-white. Eva's irises resemble pools of ink, nearly matching the black of her pupils.

Creature: Vampire
Type of Hunter: Lycan/Hunter
Lycans are Eva's prey of choice, and as a result, she makes sure to carry a substantial amount of silver on her person. She always is on the lookout for more, which can be loaded into shotgun shells as impromptu ammunition. Eva puts high value on silver-jacketed bullets, considering both their lethality against lycans and their rarity. Her weapon of choice for hunting lycans is a Remington 870 Express shotgun, which she loads with shells filled with shrapnel and ball bearings made from silver. She also carries a Heckler & Koch USP Match as a sidearm, chambered for .45 ACP. If close quarters fighting with lycans is inevitable, she has a machete handy.

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Afflicted since birth; Hunting for about a hundred years, give or take

Blood Magic: TBD

Background: Eva emigrated to the United States with her family sometime in the late 1880s. They'd left Ukraine behind to seek their fortune in a new world; not unlike other immigrants arriving in the States at the same time. However, hers was unique in that they were all vampires. At home, no quarter was given to the hunting of their kind. The States, they hoped, would be something of a safe haven.
Eva didn't start hunting until she was a young woman, during the early years of WWI. To evade detection and foster sense of community, the Zelenko family had banded together with other vampire households. However, feral lycans that roamed nearby took the gathering of vampires as a threat. The coven was attacked and both species killed one another in the feud. The lycans were killed off, but at a hefty price in life to the vampire community.
Fearing the consequences of curious humans discovering the incident, the coven packed up and set off for another home. Some families split off, preferring a quiet life that would avoid suspicion. The Zelenkos stayed with the coven. As years passed, the vampires jumped from town to town, some stays short and other longer. Gradually, they taught themselves how to defend each other from wild lycans, rival covens and militant humans.
Eva has since set out on her own, hunting feral creatures and protecting other vampire communities she comes across. She has helped her coven become strong, and wishes to do the same for others. As far as mundane humans are concerned, Eva is largely disinclined towards them. She holds an innate sense of superiority over them, but also envies that they do not have to live so precariously as her kind does.

Reason for Joining: Eva sought out William when she heard he was forming an irregular company of hunters. With humans, lycans and vampires in their ranks, she was curious to see how the organization would function. It also provided a convenient method of acquiring information on targets worth both hunting and protecting.

Arrived: Two days ago

[Divine Darkness]

Sorry, decided not to play.

[AcaciaMalikov]

Name: Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ace stands at about 5'5 with pale almost translucent skin stained in a few places by scattered tattoos and holds a slender figure, her hair of fiery untamed auburn hangs just below her shoulders. Her skin is fair and is met with an unusual blend of blue / green eyes (replace the image eyes) that stand out brightly. Her appearance barely suits her nature and she looks more bubbly and outgoing than she really is.
Ace's wolf form is more stand-out-ish than she'd really like, the medium length 2 inch fur is stained almost the same tone as her natural hair with the exception it contains varying paler or darker spots than her human locks. She's fairly larger than the average wolf and stands out too much in comparison, although she is a tad smaller than most of her kind and bares more pup-ish nature.

Creature: Lycan
Type of Hunter: n/a
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Ace was bitten at the age of 15 and has been a Lycan ever since.

Background:

Born to a fairly isolated couple Ace was one of 4 children, the second oldest meaning she had more responsibilities than any child would like with her mother running about caring for the younger two. Her father was usually always away, he left to find ways to earn money and was gone anywhere from a week to a few months which always worried their mother or put her in agitated moods. After living a fairly simple life with her mother mostly as her role model Ace wandered off into their nearby woods, she was a curious child and after seeing an injured woodland creature followed after it.
Not long after entering the forest, the sound of her mother and siblings screaming caught her attention, slender legs moving fast as she raced back to see what had happened. Upon entering the building she found herself being grabbed by something much larger than herself and tossed across the room, head ringing she found herself waking up hours later in the middle of the night, worried hands grabbing about as she shook all relatives in a hasty manner trying to awaken someone.
After realizing she was alone and injured herself she'd taken off back into the same forest she'd been into earlier and underwent the changes of whatever bit her. The pain caused sent echoing cries through the surrounding forest until silence was heard and all went silent. Too this day Ace has wandered alone, she'd spent time learning how to control herself and fend for herself against other animals, and the singular few hunters who thought she was some kind of threat.
Spending some time in a small town she'd somehow found herself over hearing about some person setting up a group of hunters, her knowledge in the area limited which put her off until she heard of what they hunted. Her mind telling her it was a bad idea, but she figured maybe there was a way to find out who killed her family and left her with the ever-lasting challenge to survive they placed upon her as a Lycan.

Reason for Joining: Ace has no real expertise to offer the group, though she has a keen sense of hearing and scent she's hoping she'll be accepted enough to tag along and possibly find out who left her alone and cursed.

Arrived: 1-2 days ago - Ace has been roaming small distances around the old fishing village for the past few days with uncertainties on whether to make herself known or not. The smells and sounds of hunters similar to those she'd met in her few years putting her off, although it's guaranteed someone will eventually notice something off in the air as she wanders in wolf form most of the day.

[HIruma Tenchi]

Rowan Hurst

Name: Rowan Hurst

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

My Hider

Creature: Human...mostly

Type of Hunter: Demon Hunter originally. Branched out into werewolf hunter and is learning slowly about vampire hunting.

How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Demon hunting for 10 years. Werewolf hunting for 4 and vampire hunting less than three months.

Background:

My Hider

Rowan Hurst was orphaned at a young age. He does not know his parents or if they are alive. He grew in the Church orphanage for the majority of his life. Despite never being very religious he had an exceptional talent for spiritual matters. He had a keen 6th sense that allowed him to see and hear spirits. Most spirits he encountered were benign or even good. However some were very very bad.

One night when he was 11 he followed Father Brown who was the orphanage leader in one of his many nightly outings. It had been such a peculiar thing that he had noticed for the last several years. At least once a month father Brown would leave the orphanage at night with a group of people and be gone for hours. In fact on occasion he would even be gone for days. It wasn't explicitly forbidden to ask where he went but it was some sort of strange unspoken rule that was respected by all members of the Church. The only clue about his journeys was that every time when he returned he looked like death and would usually fall into a deep sleep. Sometimes but not always he would return with an object wrapped in a purple sash. He would only see it for a moment before he tucked it away somewhere hidden in the vaults of the church.

On this particular night on all hallows eve he followed the Priest deep into the woods. It was a dark night with no moon so it was easy to follow undetected. It had even rained so the freshly fallen leaves were moist and didn't make a sound as he walked over them. Father Brown eventually emerged at a large clearning in the middle of the woods. IT couldn't have been more than three or four miles from the large stone Church. Standing there waiting were three other men in cloaks matching the Father's cloak. In the middle was a young woman around 17 or 18. He had messy blond hair and lacerations all over her body and face. Blood soaked her mouth and her deep blue eyes pleaded for mercy. She was bound in chains by the wrists to a large circular stone alter that she sat on. The chains were so short that she couldn't stand up properly.

"What the fuck..." Rowan thought to himself as he came upon the scene. Suddenly as Father Brown arrived the group took a formation surrounding the girl by all 4 cardinal directions. Each sprinkled a handful of holy water onto the woman who screamed. They all began chanting somethins the girl began to scream and scream. However something was off. Each and every scream sounded slightly different. As if a second person had been screaming with her. The girl's voice became fainter and fainter as this new raspy voice replaced it. All at once the voice shifted from screaming to manacle laughter. The girl's pure blue eyes had turned a foul yellow and the white of her eyes pitch black as the night sky. Her shoulders popped and cracked as they tore out of place. Slowly she stands to her bleeding feet. Her arms sagging at the shoulder as the only thing holding them in place was her pale delicate skin. A horrific grin spreads across the girl's face.

"Back from whence you came foul priests. The girl is mine." The demon spoke in an otherworldly tone and with an accent he didn't recognize. Then something strange happened. A dark shadowy figure of a demon with great spiral horns and bear like claws rises from her body. The priests don't seem to see it. Suddenly one of the priests is struck by the demon. They didn't even try to move as the shadowy figure launched its attack. Next the demon turned towards Father Brown. Rowan couldn't contain himself.

"Father Brown jump back!" He bellowed. The priest leaped back just in time for the strike to miss. The other two leap into position and place two seals on the body and suddenly the shadowy figure is plunged into a small silver music box that lay in the hands of Father Brown. He shuts it quickly and rushes towards Rowan. No words were exchanged but he strikes him hard in the head.

Several days pass by without anything being said by either Rowan or Father Brown. Though it was Father Brown that broke the silence. He finds Rowan sitting on the roof of the Church looking out over the woods. From the top he could just barely make out the edge of the clearing of where he witnessed the sealing.

"How did you know to tell me to leap back?" The priest says. It was impressive to Rowan that Father Brown in his old age could have climbed the ridged stone wall. "Could you see the demon?" Rowan nodded in response. This seemed to trouble Father Brown and a long silence followed. "How would you like to learn more about what you saw? Or did it frighten you?"

Rowan turned to look at father Brown. He nodded yes and the very next day was brought back into the vault of the Church. He was trained the details of sealing demons and learned more about what was going on. Father Brown was part of the Knights of the Templar. It was a holy group of people that still slayed Demons for the church. He was part of a special sect called "The Silver Cross". They were a new sect that specialized in research on sealing demons. He pointed out many of the objects in special cases in the vault. All of them, he explained, were demon vessels that sealed demons. No vessel could hold a demon forever but in this vault no demon could escape.

It was many many years later that something eventually happened that ended his training. Father Brown and Rowan had gone alone to investigate a possession request. They were only told that it was "unusual". They had no idea what they were getting into. As they arrived it was normal enough. The house was thatched and the walls were stone. It gave off an older and classic feel of the home. However soon as they arrived Rowan smelled the horrid stench of sulfur. Father Brown had not smelled it. That never bode well. Rowan had learned over the years that he had a special sense for the spiritual world. He could see, hear, smell and even taste things no one else could. It was one reason he was such a valuable asset. His greatest strength was being able to spot and identify a demon without having to force the demon to give up its name. He could also identify the moment the demon leaves the body and thus the greatest chance they have of sealing the demon away.

This case was different than any other they had had. When they walked into the room of the person being possessed it was a young girl only about 13. She had sparkling green eyes and flowing red hair. Her pale skin was only contrasted by the few freckles that scattered across her face. She greeted them with a smile. They were told her name was Gretel but the girl didn't speak. From the moment they entered the room everything seemed off. The girl was sitting there calm as could be but Rowan knew...Rowan knew that it wasn't the little girl anymore.

Before he could say anything the girl stood up and walked over to Father Brown. Having just a single moment of his guard down was enough. She had swiftly reached into his jacket pocket and ripped out the silver dagger that was going to be the vessel. Then she slammed her hand into his chest flinging him against the wall.

"Humans are vermin. Filth given life and scum that move. Trying to seal me in such a vessel? Foolish human." She takes the knife and plunges it into the Father's chest embedding it deep within his body. Rowan saw the life leave the man's eyes and he went blind with rage. Doing something he shouldn't have done he brings a seal into his left arm and grabs the demon by the throat. Staring deep into her now blood red eyes he saw for just a brief moment the demon's true face. He had recognized it in one of the books he had spent years studying.

"Azazel..." He slowly whispers. The demon's face contorts and fights as he is forcefully ripped from the girls body and then sealed into Rowan's left palm. A black tattoo like image of a up side down pentagram appears in a circle of black flames. Suddenly Azazel's voice rings loudly in Rowan's ears. No time to celebrate just yet as he begins the second seal to bind him into his left arm only.

After all is said and done Rowan stands there pale as a ghost with still the ringing voice of Azazel in his mind. The young girl lay dead on the floor with her neck twisted in an unnatural angle. It was the last parting gift Azazel left the poor youngling. Father Brown also lay dead against the wall with his own knife in his chest. When Rowan attempted to remove the knife he noticed that the silver burned his left hand but not his right. It seems there are many things he will have to learn about this new form.

Powers:

My Hider

His anti-demon techniques

Warding Circle- By taking a handful of salt he can cast a small warding circle of varying sizes to ward of spiritual attacks.

Demonic Sealing- By using this seal as well as a few other objects he can seal a demonic or spiritual entity into either a physical body or physical object.

Banishment Spells- He has a number of different banishment spells that are supposed to help remove if not destroy lower level demonic entities and spirits. He can even use this to ward off some vampires though the effect is no where near as powerful.

Moonbane- Its a powerful spell that takes time and preparation to preform. The goal is to lock a lycan into human form. It lasts for 24 hours but won't work during a full moon. It is a blend of different herbs including wolfs-bane and silver shavings into a tea brewed from holy water. The lycan must drink at least shotglass full of the liquid in a spiritually cleansed area. (clensing is usually done by burning sage). The one advantage to this is that lycans are usually unaware that such a spell exists.

The curses themselves.

Black Flame of Vengeance- It creates a blast or stream of black fire that has a range of about 15 feet. It works and burns normally as fire except three key differences. First it is black in color and produces no light. The second is that the fire burns under normal water. The last difference is that banishment spells, holy artifacts, barriers of salt and holy water all extinguish it instantly.

Touch of nightmare- By placing his left palm on someone's forehead he can induce incredibly vivid and terrible hallucinations of a person's own personal hell. The person must be restrained and people trained in mental fortitude can resist it to a degree. It doesn't harm a person's ability to fight in the middle of a fight but works great as an interrogation technique.

Eye of truth- When Rowan allows his eye to be taken over he is given the ability to see what a demon would see. He can now see spirits, other demons as well as the magical energies that exist everywhere. He can generally tell the difference between the good and bad people however it isn't actually very useful as most people are a mix of both without being terribly far into one or the other. It is most useful at spotting other demons. It can also be used to tell if someone is lying to him.

Whispers in the dark- Anyone that has been marked with the demon's "mark" can receive messages over long distances through the curse. The messages are experienced as dark whispers in your mind. No one else can hear them. While effective it is often avoided as most people cannot stand the creepy feeling of those messages.

Demonic Vitality- Unconsciously the seal increases the user's vitality. His strength and speed is increased somewhat from the get go. Nothing compared to a vampire or werewolf however. In fact with his body it will barely help him keep up with the well trained humans. His healing is increased by a 3x for a short period of time.

Arrived:Has been there a few days.

[Nafasi]

RIVER APPLICATION

Name: River
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: River's wolf form is dreary compared to her rather elegant human form. Her hide is white and gray, unkept and typically matted with blood. While her skin is smooth and clear with a fair amount of freckles sprinkling her face. Her human hair is silver, similar to the furn of her wolf form. Her eyes in both forms are a golden amber.
Creature: Lycan
Type of Hunter: Vampire hunter when in human form. Keeps the fact that she is a Lycan a secret from other hunters.
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Has been a Lycan since she was 18
Background: River grew up in a family of Vampire hunters who participated in hunts with both Vampire and Lycan hunters together. She trained with them since she was only a small child and became great at her craft. After a night out on the hunt, she was separated from the group. The darkness engulfed her as she became surrounded by three Lycan's. No mastery could have helped her at that point and she was bitten, left there in the forest to fend for herself. At first she tried to hide it from her family. But she had little control over it and she knew so little. Eventually, her family found out. At first, they feared her, claiming that she had let herself become a monster. It was not long after that they realized their love for her.
Her family helped her learn how to control it, all while trying to keep her hidden from society. The risk was starting to weigh in and there were too many questions being unanswered. Eventually, her family decided that it would be best that they support her from afar in order to keep her safe from the other hunters. That is when she moved to where she is now and devoted herself to controlling the beast within her.
Reason for Joining: The hunt is all that River knows, it's what she grew up in. She participates to keep people at bay about her and to help rid the world of the vampires that she hated so much.
Arrived: River just arrived to the village late in the night last night. Today will be the first she has seen of it in the daylight and in human form.