Name: Michael Magellan

Age: 63

Height: 6"3

Weight: 250lbs, or thereabouts. Mostly muscle.

Melee Weapon: A simple hatchet, forged of cold iron for its effect against magical creatures, with a spike on the reverse side that is tipped with an alloy of iron and silver. Used both for utility and combat, with one spare head and a simple enough haft that he could make another easily.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon: His pride and joy, the Highland Echo. It's a bolt action rifle based on the design of the Lee Enfield pattern rifles, with a comfortable bolt draw and sturdy, accurate design. The Highland Echo in particular is modified with a series of barrel inserts which are easily replaced to allow for the firing of multiple different calibres of rifle round, with different degrees of rifling, different projectile shapes and materials, and different amounts of gunpowder. If it's a rifle round, there's a decent chance the Echo can shoot it. Additionally, without any inserts, the basic Echo can function as a rudimentary sort of bolt action shotgun - though it can only fire one type of shotgun shell, and will require intensive cleaning after. The Echo also comes with a bayonet mount - which is not often used - and a scope mount, which can only take one type of primitive scope, as the scopes of this era were not well developed. Michael also has a snubnosed webley revolver for personal defence.

Other Equipment: A simple, sturdy bayonet knife. Again, this is used more for utility that anything else, but it's sharp and long and strong - and made of steel. Magellan also wears a foreign military uniform, designed for the commando unit he was once a part of, the demhain stoirm. It is, much like the rest of his gear, sturdy and plain, built for durability and camouflage. He also has a military grade backpack complete with the typical soldier's gear - firelighter, solid fuel tablets, a mess tin and spoon, canteen, that sort of thing. On top of that, he has a kit for replacing the bullets in spent cartridges, and a bottle of gunpowder.

Hunting Specialty: Vampires.

Bio: Michael Magellan was once a soldier in the army of a foreign power, lost now to the passage of time, and invasion. With his men, he formed the Demhain Stoirm - or The Storm Demons - notorious for lightning raids on enemy encampments, shock and awe tactics, and a complete disregard for the lives of their opponents, sometimes going as far as to execute the prisoners, should there be any. Him and the Demhain were unstoppable as far as special operations went, with no target too risky, and no objective untakeable. It was his background before that, as a hunter, that gave him the incredible aim necessary to be a member, and the trigger finger to take life.

When a foreign empire attacked with a professional military backed up by spies, and a proper intelligence network, however... things changed.

Suddenly, the demhain found their movements tracked by the enemy scouts. They found the element of surprise lost to them. There may have been nobody fiercer, but an enemy that is expecting you is not so easily cowed. This newcomer to the world stage was relentless and intelligent, and soon the orders stopped coming from the Stormlands.

As they would one day find out, the enemy spies had found a weakness in their homelands' security, and exploited it. During a meeting of the war council, two dozen heavily armed foreign soldiers were led into the building by a turncoat, and the entire defence staff killed in the fighting.

Without leadership, the main forces of the Stormlands military crumbled, and were slowly forced into unconditional surrender trough their sudden lack of coordination, and the fact that the field commanders had never been trained for military autonomy. Only the special forces units - the Storm Demons and others like them, spies and assassins all of them - remained.

For a year exactly, they worked like terrorists in their own land, striking wherever they could, operating in cells, killing what officials and government agents they could in retaliation for the invasion.

And over the course of that year, their numbers dwindled.

Eventually, they threw in the towel - Michael particularly had already given up on achieving anything like that. The survivors fled the country to take up mercenary style work elsewhere in the world, leaving what few individuals who were determined to fight to the death to their fate.

Three and a half decades later, Michael Magellan is one of the premier monster hunters in the world, using the same training in tracking and killing men to hunt down and pacify the smarter beasts in the world. Vampires, for example, are killed easily enough by bullets with a wooden core - which apparently counts as a stake. All you need is the brain to find them at their weakest, and the aim to get it in their heart. Some types of mudspirit, too, taking the form of massive golems in order to wreak havoc on the world around them, can be dealt with using the same explosives he had once used to destroy infrastructure and munitions. The undead are the easiest of all, usually. They get hungry quickly, so baiting them is easy - and then it's just a matter of aiming for the head.

Yes, at last he was successful again, having hit a second peak, if you will.

And then all this crap happened.

Gemstone: Blue Obsidian, but he hardly believes in whatever gemstones can do for you.

Name: Grenn Blackthorne
Age:32
Height:5’6”
Weight: 190
Appearance: The words “ugly bugger” have been used to describe Grenn more often than not. With deepset eyes, a constantly weary look and a face that seems to have been abused by storm for that last hour(s). Aside from that there is a cruelty about his eyes that co-operates with a general joylessness and lifelessness that makes Grenn involuntarily celibate if he doesn’t pay for it. His raspy voice helps little in that regard either.

Melee Weapon:
-On his left fist he has a full-plate gauntlet that is plated on the inside as well, connected to a heavy vambrace to protect his forearm. While the plating allows only minor movement of the finger (roughly enough to grab an arm) Grenn is trained with the weapon so that he can also lock smaller objects like sticks or blades with it. Usually he keeps it wrapped in a dirty white oilcloth that is secured with leather straps to keep it well maintained and hidden from cursory glances.
-A set of two silver tipped hatchets that Grenn likes to call them the Silver Sisters.

-He also carries around a silver tipped rondel dagger usually used to stab into the heart of whatever he is hunting.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon:
A heavy rifle that Grenn carries around on his back. The weapon needs to be bolt loaded for every shot but has a magazine of 10 shots. Furthermore it has an underslung “shotgun” that fires Grenn’s favourite sub-munition, a cloud of mountain ash and silver particles, that can enter the bloodstream of a lycanthrope over time through a wound or inhalation, it can also fire regular shotgun shells with a variance of contents. He has named it Sturdy.



Secondly Grenn is carrying around a set of grenades that contain all kinds of concoctions to combat monsters.

Other Equipment: A rugged coat that hides most of his equipment, safe for the rifle when he has it with him. It also hides his vambraces. A red scarf is used to hide the gorget he wears to prevent neck bites.

Hunting Specialty: Werewolfs.
Bio: Growing up on a small farm in the marshes near Naveroth wasn’t the easiest live for Grenn, his parents had a small farm there while his dad functioned as a courier for merchants in Naveroth. Due to that Grenn’s father spend a lot of time on the road and always came home with stories he had heard. The townspeople always gathered when he was back in town to hear his stories and latest news. News that became increasingly more worrisome with the inclusion of monsters like vampires, zombies, demons and werewolves. That last monster appeared in Grenn’s village shortly before his sixteenth birthday, when his father was in town again. The attacks continued for a two years or so, but were always centered around Grenn’s father returning. Townspeople started seeing his coming as a bad omen and him as a bringer of bad news. Grenn, like most marshpeople worked as a Peat-Cutter, and in those marshes they encountered beasts and monsters fairly often. He had gained a reputation as somewhat of a brawler and often brought home “trophies” that disgusted his mother. People tried to get him to actively pursue the werewolf but Grenn knew he stood no chance, some boasts here, watches there, but nothing helped against the menace. It eventually claimed his mother as well. He was glad dad was home when it happened, he couldn’t have pulled through on his own. When he was seventeen a Monster Hunter was hired by the townspeople, Grenn also pitched in, to slay the werewolf that had been terrorizing the village. That was when what Grenn feared became reality. His father had been the terror of his village and the Hunter was kind enough to let Grenn in on this before he would set his ambush. That very night Grenn decided he would be the one to set things right.
The hunter, his father and the werewolf were never seen in the village again. Grenn only stayed for a week and disappeared the day a fire consumed his parental home.

Gemstone: Onyx, a family heirloom called the "Blackthorne".

Name Beatrice Winston
Age Thirty-one
Height 5'4"
Weight 135lbs

Melee Weapon Short dagger, blessed with holy water. Bea has had it since she was young. It belonged to her grandfather who had gotten it on an expedition he went on.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon Winchester M/97, first firearm she was given under her mentor.

Other Equipment Holy water, matches, smudge sticks, wooden stakes, canteen, dried fruit and vegetables. All of this is carried in multiple detachable pouches she has on her person. Bea is small and agile, and adding a pack or storage device would inconvenience that skill.

Hunting Specialty Witches

Bio Beatrice Winston was born to a wealthy family, she was meant to become a wife and housekeeper to a suitor her family had picked out. Living in the Chess Islands, she never had a care in the world. More often than not you wouldn't need to worry about the evil and dread the rest of the world had to deal with. But Chess Islands wasn't heaven on earth, no. There was always Evil lurking. at the point in time Bea was to be wed, she fled that morning. Her bridesmaids were confused and shaken for when they opened her bedroom door, not a single item was left other than her furniture.

A week or two had gone by and Bea had found herself in the pits of Naveroth, she was very ignorant to the evils that lurked there until she met her mentor. One afternoon she had been scrounging for scraps in an alleyway. She was aware of her new life and it's losses, but she kept her head strong and high until she could figure something else out, she just knew she wasn't meant for the stagnant life her marriage had in store. After finding a half eaten sandwich and deciding to move on, she was ambushed by a vampire. His eyes were red as blood and his smirk was as sly as a fox's. Bea had let out a scream and before she knew it, the vamp was on the ground. A stake through his heart. When Bea looked up she was met with a hand and a friendly smile.

That was the first day of her training, she had become a hunter officially a year later and was given her M/97. Her mentor was old and considered Bea as a daughter, so it was devastating to her that he had passed after the firearm was given. Since then she has taken every opportunity to become an amazing hunter, she knew her mentor would not want her to stop training. Nine years later and she is known for her witch killings. Whenever a witch is sited, immediately through the grape vine Bea is contacted.

Gemstone Angel Aura Quartz

- Zeldat's Deviant Art
http://zeldat.deviantart.com/art/Young-man-sketch-from-life-258105135

Name: Straya Valenti

Age: 25

Height: 5ft

Weight: 115lbs

Melee Weapon:
Her long sword is her primary weapon and was once her fathers before his death. She keeps it razor sharp, since she has a tendency to sharpen it when she’s bored.


Firearm/Ranged Weapon:
A hand crossbow which she uses to either kill weaker varieties of demons from long range or to slow down the faster varieties.


Other Equipment:
A small dagger (essentially a utility knife).
A sharpening stone.
A compass.
A map.
A set of Yes-No stones.

Hunting Specialty: Demons

Bio: Straya grew up with her father in a lonely cabin in the middle of a forest. Her mother had died in childbirth, so it was just the two of them. Living so far from any sense of civilization had helped her to grow up fast, learning how to hunt, scavenge and fight, just like her father.
Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, she had gone on a three-day hunting trip; only to return to her father’s rotting, shredded corpse. Consumed by grief she wrapped what was left of his body in a sheet and followed the tracks of what had killed her father. Several miles from their cabin she came across a cave, one that held a group of demons. Letting out a fierce battle cry, she rushed them, her father’s longsword raised over her head.
Straya slaughtered the demons that had murdered her father, but vowed to rid the world of all demon-kind. She only returned to the cabin to retrieve a handful of supplies before setting the small structure ablaze and leaving it behind.
Since then, Straya has hunted down any demon that she catches wind of. Her hatred of demons is also the only reason she is a part of The Night Watch.
Straya is a very cold and serious person, and is hard to get close to. However, she is an incredibly loyal person and determined in all the she endeavors to do.

Gemstone: Bloodstone

Name: Abigail Harlow
Age: 28
Height: 5’2”
Weight:116lbs

Melee Weapon: The Cookie Cutter: A spring loaded, hand-mounted buzzsaw. When switched off, the blade retreats into the disc. The wrist-guard and blade can be pulled back a little at the flick of a switch, allowing Abigail to use both of her hands. Gripping onto the handle snaps the wrist-guard back into place and reveals the blade, and a small button on the side of the handle switches the machine on. Over time, Abigail has learnt how to disassemble and repair the machinery (and even if she forgets some parts, she’s written it all down in her journal). It’s taken her a significant amount of time to master, but she’s most proficient with this type of weapon. For practicality, Abigail wears a metal bracer on her other arm to even out the weight and work as an impromptu shield against incoming blows - if she’s fast enough.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Most of the money went into the Cookie Cutter, leaving Abigail with a bandolier of throwing knives. They’re flimsy and need to be hurled with some force to do some actual damage, but Abigail appreciates the fact that she’s always got several sharp objects on her person in case the Cookie Cutter decides to give up mid-battle. The handles have a hole in them for tying things to the handle.

Other Equipment: Serrated Hunting Knife, Bloodied First Aid Kit, Climbing Spikes, Box of Matchsticks, Cheese Wire, Paper Bag of Sweets, Morphine Syringes, Small Journal, Grappling Hook, Quiver of Crossbow Bolts, Courier/Letter satchel.

Hunting Specialty: Abominations - the bigger, the better.

Bio:

Abigail started off as Victor Strade’s personal courier - at least, that was the official term. Her skillset was a bit more varied from eavesdropper to blackmailer, a hoarder of information on various small politicians and a few mildly famous faces around St. Alves Republic. Her paycheck wasn’t too substantial but she stuck around with Victor for her own reasons. It also helped that Victor supplemented her paycheck with various gifts and commodities, from new shoes to a decent meal. In return, Abigail did the things that a man of class could not feasibly do; she knew the streets and alleyways of St. Alves like the back of her hand, and her short, bony physique helped her worm into all sorts of crawlspaces or climb rickety gutters without breaking the pipes.

When Victor started his training to become a hunter like his father, it seemed only natural that he taught Abgail too - if only to have a sparring partner that he could easily win against. It took Abigail several years to reach the hunters’ standards, and it was no easy task juggling a brutal training regime and her ‘official’ occupation on the streets. She suffered from bouts of sickness, exhaustion and multiple failed missions from her employer. During their first few missions together Abigail was more of a burden than an asset, and Victor finally decided to spend some of his own money to equip Abigail with some decent armour and weaponry. One of the most expensive items from this little shopping spree was the buzzsaw that Abigail rather affectionately nicknamed the Cookie Cutter.

All of a sudden, Abigail’s capabilities skyrocketed. With gear to match her fighting style she held her own against the monsters she faced. With each success Abigail refined her technique and the once-debilitating training regimes became significantly easier to manage alongside her work. Interestingly enough, the runt of a woman had a particularly gruesome method of dismembering the abominations that she fought against when Victor hunted the hidden acolytes in and around the St Alves area. Word spread of their efficiency, and Abigail used the beginnings of their reputation to dabble in her own missions from time to time. More often than not, she can be seen lurking in Victor’s shadow - Letter satchel in one hand, buzzsaw in the other.

Gemstone: Iridescent Hematite