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I like the look of this. I'll think on a character or two.
Soooo how are all of you?
Good. Wanna kill shit though, feel me?
Y'know what a neat thing is, I can kill off this Baghead whenever I want and have someone else wear the Bag. Change it up every now and then, looks and equipment-wise.
Name: Baghead
Age: Unknown (For both entities)
Gender: Male (The wearer that is, the Bag is only male in essence)
Species: Human (The wearer of the Bag, not so much the Bag itself)
Rank: Newcomer to the New York Huntsmen
Personality: Scores of men and women have donned the Bag throughout its time. Each one was their own person, but once they took up that old, ragged mantle, their thinkings and perceptions were superseded by that of the original Bagman. And he himself was, and still is, a cold and sinister man set on one simple goal - to kill monsters, any and all, who would do ill against mankind. He is often solemn, though he is liken to chat with those who share his profession, on just about any subject, even outside of hunting. He has been witness to centuries of human advancement, and is versed in many subjects, even if he may not seem it. Those he becomes friendly with may find him to be somewhat brash and humorous, though of the morbid kind.
Other: Those who wear the Bag and let it control their actions are still very susceptible to death, but the Bag is not so easily undone. The Holders are always close by, ready to reclaim the Bag when its wearer falls, and send in a replacement to keep the work going.
Appearance: Most every iteration of the Baghead has looked different from the last. Times change, vessels are swapped. The Bag itself, of course, never changes, but everything else does. This Baghead of today dons a simple white, long-sleeved, buttoned shirt, black dress pants with a leather belt, black dress shoes, black leather gloves, a beige leather trench coat reaching down to his knees, and atop the Bag rests a brown fedora with a black band.
Equipment/Weapons: Just as the Baghead's appearance changes, so to do the tools with which their work is carried out. Silver pellets and wooden stakes have been either traded out or upgraded into new, modernized versions of themselves. Today, he is equipped with the following weapons - a custom-crafted heavy pistol for louder confrontations, a compact crossbow for stealth and subtlety, and a silver hatchet for when things get messy. Alongside these offensive tools is an old little bauble, able to detect arcane energies and inhuman essences. There's also things more belonging to the man who wears the Bag than the Bag itself, such as a phone and a wallet, but those are largely unimportant in the business of hunting, save for contacting the Holders.
History: The strange tale of the Bagheads reaches ever so far back to the faded roots of known history. It is a story that some will tell their children either to scare them, or to give them hope. And the story itself is relatively simple. It involves a man, monsters, and a leather bag.
Once there was a man, now obscured and unfamiliar to all others, who hunted monsters. He hunted them with such fervor and bombast that, he himself almost seemed one of them. His people praised him, and his enemies feared him. It always went unknown who this man truly was, for he wore a simple leather bag over his head, concealing his true identity, and taking up the name of "the Bagman". It was sometimes believed that it was, in fact, no man at all, but the Bag itself that hunted in the night, lacking meat and bone and flesh beneath its woven strings. But despite the rumors that might have spread, he truly was just a man in the end. He was slain one nightly hunt, in his prime no less. His body was torn apart, and his mask was cast into the dirt.
The Bagman was dead, but he was not gone. Anger, and vengeance, and purpose coursed through the fabric of the leather mantle. A young man, follower of the masked hunter, came and claimed it one night as its slayer was away. He vowed to carry on his hero's work, and bid the Bag his former bearer's strength. And his strength, that young man did obtain, and much more indeed. The two combined became the very first of the Bagheads. Two minds, one vessel.
For years, this successor to the Bagman carried out much the same work he did, until such a day came that he began to grow old, and feeble. But the Bag refused to stop there. Together, they formed a cadre of servants to this one task - pass down the Bag to those who would see inhuman kind be undone, so that men could rest easy in the night. These servants became known as the Holders, and they pledged themselves to the Bag, and hunter after hunter who carried on its work.
Many years have passed. Hunters have come, and hunters have gone. But the Bag itself has ceased to rest, and neither have the Holders. Baghead after Baghead, more and more monsters see their end at the sight of the old, ragged leather. The Holders assist the Bagheads however they can, telling them where the inhuman congregate, and supplying them with tools with which to work. The Baghead of today has come to New York City, as word of the underlying presence of monstrous beings has caught his ear. He intends to carry out the same service he has in so many other places and times.
And he just may do so with the help of the local Huntsmen.
Age: Unknown (For both entities)
Gender: Male (The wearer that is, the Bag is only male in essence)
Species: Human (The wearer of the Bag, not so much the Bag itself)
Rank: Newcomer to the New York Huntsmen
Personality: Scores of men and women have donned the Bag throughout its time. Each one was their own person, but once they took up that old, ragged mantle, their thinkings and perceptions were superseded by that of the original Bagman. And he himself was, and still is, a cold and sinister man set on one simple goal - to kill monsters, any and all, who would do ill against mankind. He is often solemn, though he is liken to chat with those who share his profession, on just about any subject, even outside of hunting. He has been witness to centuries of human advancement, and is versed in many subjects, even if he may not seem it. Those he becomes friendly with may find him to be somewhat brash and humorous, though of the morbid kind.
Other: Those who wear the Bag and let it control their actions are still very susceptible to death, but the Bag is not so easily undone. The Holders are always close by, ready to reclaim the Bag when its wearer falls, and send in a replacement to keep the work going.
Appearance: Most every iteration of the Baghead has looked different from the last. Times change, vessels are swapped. The Bag itself, of course, never changes, but everything else does. This Baghead of today dons a simple white, long-sleeved, buttoned shirt, black dress pants with a leather belt, black dress shoes, black leather gloves, a beige leather trench coat reaching down to his knees, and atop the Bag rests a brown fedora with a black band.
Equipment/Weapons: Just as the Baghead's appearance changes, so to do the tools with which their work is carried out. Silver pellets and wooden stakes have been either traded out or upgraded into new, modernized versions of themselves. Today, he is equipped with the following weapons - a custom-crafted heavy pistol for louder confrontations, a compact crossbow for stealth and subtlety, and a silver hatchet for when things get messy. Alongside these offensive tools is an old little bauble, able to detect arcane energies and inhuman essences. There's also things more belonging to the man who wears the Bag than the Bag itself, such as a phone and a wallet, but those are largely unimportant in the business of hunting, save for contacting the Holders.
History: The strange tale of the Bagheads reaches ever so far back to the faded roots of known history. It is a story that some will tell their children either to scare them, or to give them hope. And the story itself is relatively simple. It involves a man, monsters, and a leather bag.
Once there was a man, now obscured and unfamiliar to all others, who hunted monsters. He hunted them with such fervor and bombast that, he himself almost seemed one of them. His people praised him, and his enemies feared him. It always went unknown who this man truly was, for he wore a simple leather bag over his head, concealing his true identity, and taking up the name of "the Bagman". It was sometimes believed that it was, in fact, no man at all, but the Bag itself that hunted in the night, lacking meat and bone and flesh beneath its woven strings. But despite the rumors that might have spread, he truly was just a man in the end. He was slain one nightly hunt, in his prime no less. His body was torn apart, and his mask was cast into the dirt.
The Bagman was dead, but he was not gone. Anger, and vengeance, and purpose coursed through the fabric of the leather mantle. A young man, follower of the masked hunter, came and claimed it one night as its slayer was away. He vowed to carry on his hero's work, and bid the Bag his former bearer's strength. And his strength, that young man did obtain, and much more indeed. The two combined became the very first of the Bagheads. Two minds, one vessel.
For years, this successor to the Bagman carried out much the same work he did, until such a day came that he began to grow old, and feeble. But the Bag refused to stop there. Together, they formed a cadre of servants to this one task - pass down the Bag to those who would see inhuman kind be undone, so that men could rest easy in the night. These servants became known as the Holders, and they pledged themselves to the Bag, and hunter after hunter who carried on its work.
Many years have passed. Hunters have come, and hunters have gone. But the Bag itself has ceased to rest, and neither have the Holders. Baghead after Baghead, more and more monsters see their end at the sight of the old, ragged leather. The Holders assist the Bagheads however they can, telling them where the inhuman congregate, and supplying them with tools with which to work. The Baghead of today has come to New York City, as word of the underlying presence of monstrous beings has caught his ear. He intends to carry out the same service he has in so many other places and times.
And he just may do so with the help of the local Huntsmen.
Baghead is accepted! Interesting concept. I could see the twins meeting him and being like "da fuq?" Lol
Yee.
Here's mine. Hunting sounds like fun.
Here. This'll be done later on, just wanted to get it up for early review.
I'm up for this. Here.
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