[b]The Basics[/b]
[b]Name[/b]: Bishop
[b]Age[/b]: 38
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Species[/b]: Human
[b]Description[/b]: Dark gray hair and eyes, 1.87m(73.6 inches) tall, weighs at 85 kg(187 pounds), muscular athletic build, multiple scars spread throughout the body, unscarred face.

[b]On-Hand[/b]
[b]Daily clothing[/b]: T-shirt, jeans, 
[hider=Boots][img]http://www.bowsite.com/bowsite/features/articles/equipment/aerohead/LaCrosseAeroHeadBoot.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Weapon[/b]: [hider=Smith & Wesson XVR 460 Magnum][img]http://www.dmatney.com/images/01_-_S_W_460XVR.JPG[/img][/hider]  
[hider=S-KARAMBIT-BT][img]http://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/emerson/images/EMSKARAMBITBTRT.jpg[/img][/hider]  
[hider=KAR-FX-BT][img]http://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/emerson/images/EMKARFXBT.jpg[/img][/hider] 
[hider=MKTFKDOKBLK-1KBLK][img]http://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/medford/images/MFFKDOKBLK1KBLKe.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=SWMP1600][img]http://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/smith-and-wesson-knives/images/SWMP1600.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=SWMP6B][img]http://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/smith-and-wesson-knives/images/SWMP6Ba.jpg[/img][/hider] 
12 throwing knives

[b]Equipment[/b]: [hider=A flask of Russian Standard Vodka][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a3/Piersi%C3%B3wka_ubt.jpeg[/img][/hider]  
[hider=Watch][img]http://rack.1.mshcdn.com/media/ZgkyMDE0LzAzLzEzL2ZlL3V3ZXJrdXIxMDAxLmI5OWMyLmpwZwpwCXRodW1iCTk1MHg1MzQjCmUJanBn/eedf7436/03d/uwerk-ur-1001.jpg[/img][/hider]  
Different banknote currencies, multiple identities and passports and a pair of dark glasses. 

[b]Extra clothing[/b]: Gloves, jacket, hat.

[b]Elementals and Abilities[/b]
[b]Elementals[/b]: Lightning 
[b]Abilities[/b]:  Manipulation of electricity, creation of electricity (from nothing), ability to manipulate electronics (such as phones, TVs, etc. even if they do not work, are off, or unplugged.)

[b]Companions[/b]: None

[b]Bio[/b]: The first thing that I could remember was being bound in chains surrounded by a group of people wearing black coats and hoodies both trimmed with gold linings along the edges. I was in what seemed an old ruined building with no view of the outside and no fresh air, I presumed to be underground. They were all reciting the same words in sync. "They must have been doing this for a while"-were my thoughts. After the chanting stopped one of them approached me carrying a dagger with a black gem in the middle and engravings on the hilt. The blade was 11 inches long covered with more strange engravings similar to those on the hilt, it was a ritual dagger. As the person drew closer I saw that it was a young girl with long dark hair and brown eyes, her face was scarred by wounds and I could make a single tear falling down from her left eye before she made a wide smile and held the knife up, ready to strike. Meanwhile a surge of adrenaline took over my body, my heart was close to breaking my chest open and everything seemed to slow down. I started to frantically bash the chains that were holding both my hands behind my back to the ground. I wanted to live, it was one of the most primal and base instincts that every living organism possessed. For what happened next stopped me in my attempts as I watched in awe as the cultist slit open her own throat right in front of me, blood splattering everywhere covering my face and body. She then slowly started falling to the ground while everybody else didn't waste any time to start another chant. I just kept looking at the corpse in front of me, the pool of blood around it getting wider and wider, all the time thinking if I would share the same fate as her. 15 minutes passed as I heard them tirelessly recite incomprehensible words, it could as well have been 2 minutes. Only in this situations do you start to really appreciating every single minute that you get to be alive. The moment they stopped chanting I went cold with fright and anticipation. As another cultist left the circle they had formed around me and started approaching slowly, definitely with intention to end my life this time, I started to black out. One reason was the lack of food and sleep that I had to go through while under captivity, and all this ordeal provided just the right amount of boost for it to happen. The last thing that I saw were walls crashing around me and a giant flame emerging from thin air.

When I came to my senses I could feel the fresh air filling my lungs again, I could feel the dried up blood in my skin and I was still powerless from the food and sleep deprivation. I looked at what was now a ruble made of rocks painted with blood and spotted many human body parts dispersed around the area, they were all burned to a crisp. I could worry later of what happened this night, but right now I had to find a way of leaving this massacre alive. I looked around and saw I was surrounded by a dense forest all around me. I had to find a road and fast. I didn't know how much I longer I could even stay conscious. I dragged my feet through the forest and walked for miles on end for what seemed like hours. Pure willpower and dedication to survive were keeping me alive and pushing me forward. I finally saw a main road, to my by-the-second increasing luck I noticed the long front lights of a car. I mustered all my last remaining power to reach the road as quickly as possible before my only viable chance slipped away. I barely reached the road in time while the car was only 10 meters away in front of me and driving fast. I filled my lungs with air to the best of my capability and shouted as hard as I could only to have a silent scream emerging. The car just drove passed me and at that moment I gave up, finding comfortness while blacking out again. I thought I heard the sound of tire breaks but that was too good to be true anyway...

When next I woke up I saw a bright blinding white light,some other guy would think that he was in heaven but I don't believe in higher powers so I presumed that I was taken to a hospital or medical facility, or at least that's what I wanted to believe. As the saying goes:"My prayers were answered" although I was more hoping than praying. A medic personnel was standing over a screen checking various data which I presumed were my pulse among other stuff, after some seconds he noticed something in the medical apparatuses and immediately turned to look at me. He then started calling out to the other medics I suppose, but I was surprised to see a woman which I had never met come in and greet me with a "Welcome Back" cliche. Few days after I woke up I had regained most of my power and was ready to leave although I was recommended a week in bed for further analyses on my health. During that short time of rest I was explained how the woman found me while driving and quickly rushed me to the hospital. I was barely staying alive even with all the treatment I was getting but my saviour kept coming everyday to visit me and the doctors said that I was improving on a regular basis. I remember when I opened my eyes the first time, while the doctor left to announce my revival she started asking me about the cult I escaped from and what happened. I was surprised at her knowledge of what had happened that night. I tried to talk back but was still tired and unable to, she noticed that and said that she would pick me up when I got better and explain everything. I owed her my life so I didn't see any reason for her to hurt me, I decided to put my trust on her at the moment. She still came visiting on a daily basis although never saying a word, once I got back most of my powers I told the doctors that I was feeling well and ready to leave, although they insisted on me staying a few more days, the woman persuaded them that she would take care of me for the next couple of days. They remembered how much of a help the woman was to me, she practically saved my life and kept visiting daily, so they decided to trust me to her. I had no objections to that. 

After I wore the clothes the mysterious woman gave me, because you know...the last ones got soaked in blood, we got out of the hospital and took off with her car. The first thing I asked her was her name which she responded with "Lara". Now that I could take a better look at her with the sun warmly shining on our faces and my senses back in order(the whole ordeal could drive a normal person mad with severe depression and paranoia but I had a stomach for it) I noticed her hypnotizing green eyes(everytime I looked in them I found real peace of mind and felt as if I could do anything for her), her succulent pink lips, her chin, cheekbones, nose, ears and fiery red hair(practically I studied her face for about 10 whole minutes or so). I was certain she could feel my gaze but no reaction was coming from her related to it, finally I broke myself out of trance and broke the silence while asking her of how she knew the cult and how much did she know about them? I didn't expect a response or just thought she would tell me to be quiet until we reached our destination but with no hesitation she started telling me about her history with the cult and how she and her family had been investigating them for decades, generation after generation. She told me that they practised rituals in order to summon demons from hell, they let them bring havoc to this world, their goal was to let chaos engulf this world because chaos was the original state of all things, it was the core of creation and by doing so "The Cult" hoped to achieve enlightenment by witnessing a world like that. And Lara was part of a demon hunting group, it was their job to prevent "The Cult" from reaching it's goal and possibly annihilate every member of that wretched organization. Now it was her turn to ask the questions, I just told her everything I remembered from that night and all the nights that I was imprisoned. We started guessing for the author of the havoc that took place on that fateful night. She suggested of a demon going berserk and annihilating its contractors because after all one woman sacrificed herself right in front of me, maybe they didn't know how much blood the demon needed to be summoned. While my suggestion was that a fellow demon hunter came after finding their location and brought ruin to them all. We shared our opinions on different subject during the road trip until we finally arrived in a cheap-looking motel. I looked at her and she looked back at me while saying:"What? I move a lot and this is an efficient way to keep a low profile."
"I didn't say anything"-I replied.
We got in and the place looked as terrible in the inside as on the outside. She mentioned that she had a lead on some ritual happening next friday while quickly packing everything up. I noticed multiple passports, identity cards and different banknotes. After packing everything up she headed to take a quick shower. Did this place even have running water? While she was bathing I took the remote and opened that potato box of a TV and started scrolling through channels until I came across a news channel featuring the ruin in the woods that I escaped from and the dead burned body parts. They also mentioned to have found hundreds of bodies while digging deeper in the tunnels located below the ruins. All of the corpses had missing bones from their skeletal structure. And in those corpses that still had their skulls attached, a pentagram was noticeable in each of them. I started remembering what I had been through and the thought that hundreds of others had been in my place before me but they weren't as "lucky" as me made me shake with anger. This triggered a frenzy inside me, I suddenly got the irresistible urge to scream and shout angrily, swearing that I would hunt down every single one of those wretched cultists! I heard the shower stop and Lara coming out naked holding a knife in hand and murmuring words while ice spears started forming around her. The spears had such a nice curve to them and the water dripping from them was so wet... That image certainly got my anger down quite a bit. She immediately realised that I wasn't in any danger, started blushing furiously while half screaming:"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"-and some other stuff... She turned the frozen spears into water and send it streaming towards me and quickly afterwards entered the bathroom while slamming the door shut behind her. 
"What was her problem?She came rushing out with killer mode on with no apparent reason whatsoever"

[i]It was important that I told you this part of my story, so you have a better understanding of my motivations and reasons for practising this profession. 
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That was how my life took a turn for the best(I know it was best). I ended up following Lara and sharing her quest on defeating every cultist we got our hands upon. She trained me on demon hunter magic, quickly discovering I had an affinity for lightning and could sometimes(rarely if I was at max concentration) communicate with spirits. She showed me everything to know about identity changing, starting anew and how to best keep a low profile. My feelings for her increased as time passed until I came open with them, expecting the worse of the worse rejections she smiled and replied:"What took you so long?" Than we started kissing and kissing and ju..jus..just kissing yeah... and we lived happily ever after(that's what I would like to write). But as we are all aware of, the world is a cruel place that tries its best to depress you and bring you down. Something occurred and we separated(that story is for another time), until now I have been trying my best to track her, finding Cult rituals taking place and waiting as much as I can manage for a chance to see her again. One of the cult sacrificial rituals that I interrupted had a large piece of ancient paper hanging in the wall. After 3 weeks of trying to decode it, it prophesies of a grand ritual taking place 3 years from now. If I had any chance of meeting Lara again I was 100% certain this would be it. I have 3 years of preparation time. First and foremost I need a team of able demon hunters to assist me on my quest. 
It now begins...