[hider=The Red Man]

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[i]Artist's impression, circa 1786.[/i][/center]

[color=9e0b0f][b]Name:[/b][/color] Unknown; most common alias is "The Red Man," or variations thereof.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Age:[/b][/color] Again, unknown. Estimated to be roughly nine-hundred years old. To the casual observer, he appears no older than his late forties or early fifties.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male

[color=9e0b0f]Species:[/color] Demon-blooded Human

[b][color=9e0b0f]Rank:[/color][/b] Member/Outsider

[color=9e0b0f][b]Personality:[/b][/color] To many, the Red Man is a solemn and somber individual. Grim and nearly humorless at first impressions, his dedication to hunting the monsters of the dark seems to have overtaken his entire life. This is only mostly true; while he is utterly dedicated to his "profession," which he performs with grave seriousness, a personable and down-to-earth man lies deep beneath his stony exterior. Simple in taste, and unassuming in manner, the Red Man displays a humility that borders on the servile in private company. Surprisingly intelligent, he displays discernment and tolerance uncommon in his profession. Even deeper down, he is fascinated (some would say obsessed) with the concept of redemption; both in the eyes of God and his fellow men.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Other:[/b][/color] As a "Child of the Seventh Generation," the Red Man has inherited a number of supernatural advantages from his demonic ancestor. His slowly-aging body among the most obvious of his strengths, others include the ability to mark sinners and inhuman monsters for all to see, conjuring ever-burning hellfire, summoning and binding lesser creatures of Hell, speaking the lost tongue of Babel, or calling upon the Beast within his blood to take form within his flesh.

[b][color=9e0b0f]Appearance:[/color][/b] A massive, imposing figure, the Red Man stands head-and-shoulders taller than a common bystander. His body is thickly-built and muscular from years of training and hard labor, with little slack despite his age. Blue eyes stand out on his roughly-featured face, accompanied by a mane of auburn hair and a thick beard to match. Though his body is still strong, he wears his years haggardly on his face, and silver has begun to creep into the proud red of his hair. Scars and tattoos of varying ages and era cover his body, though he usually keeps them hidden under his clothes. His favored garments, a wide-brimmed hat and an oilskin duster, give his towering frame an even more intimidating silhouette. His clothes otherwise are quite strictly utilitarian; simple fatigues in either grey or black, leather work boots, riding gloves, and an old, ragged muffler.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Equipment/weapons:[/b][/color] An expert in improvisation, the Red Man carries little in the way of weapons typical to hunters such as himself. A silver rosary, a somewhat antiquated flip-phone and a windproof lighter make up his most conventional equipment. For armaments, he prefers large-caliber revolvers, which suit his strength and frame and can accommodate special ammunition, such as incendiary rounds or silver slugs. The Red Man typically carries four of these at any given time, hung in holsters under his coat, as well as a variety of ammunition. A well-worn machete is usually kept strapped to his hip in easy reach, and he keeps a carton of cheap, unfiltered cigarettes stuffed away in one of his coat pockets.

[color=9e0b0f][b]History:[/b][/color] The history of the Red Man is a long one, and not even the man himself remembers most of it. He assumes that he was born some time not long before the Third Crusade, probably in France. His memories of his earliest centuries are a small collection of sights and sounds, places and battles fought there. Pillaging at the foot of the Balkans, taking fire and steel to the holy land, sacking Jerusalem, and returning home embittered. Memories of the Catholic inquisitions arise somewhere after those, mostly spent breaking the legs of unrepentant Jews and Muslims. It was at this time he remembers, roughly, that he realized that he was not like other men. Methuselah cast into the shape of a mighty Norman. He sought the church for answers, but he was answered only by brands and lashes. When his will would not break and his faith could not be shaken, he was offered redemption, just as he had been offered as a Crusader and as an Inquisitor.

The Red Man took the fury of God into the crevices which normal men dared not tread. He battled against the monstrosities and abominations of the Old World, and emerged victorious. However, as he battled his first demon, the scent of his blood was familiar to the infernal creature, and he told the Red Man of his true heritage. The Seventh Generation after the coupling of a mortal woman and a Prince of Hell always gave rise to a mortal of infernal power, and the Red Man was such a creature. However, the Red Man had long come to terms with what he was over his already long years; his mortal insecurities had grown, blossomed and fallen away. He fought on to redeem himself for the sin that was his very existence. He fought ever harder, believing that through his triumphs he could redeem both himself and his demonic ancestor.

Centuries passed in a blur for some time after. He remembered his bitterness following the plague, and the endless war between the mighty kingdoms of his mother Europa. He left for the New World, and yet war still followed him. He served as a privateer among the tropical island colonies for some time, his allegiance varying wildly between nations as the years rolled by. He did not land in "America" until the colony of Nouvelle-Orléans had been established, yet still spent most of the following century as little better than a common pirate. In these years he lost sight of his holy quest, giving into the debauchery that seemed to thrive in his infernal blood.

However, after his home port of choice had been host to a terrible naval battle, the Red Man once again felt the ground shrinking under his feet. He turned his gaze westward, not riding straight to the coast with the thrill of adventure, but gradually working his way there along the steady pace of farmers and settlers. Hard life on the frontier turned the Red Man back to God, and he committed himself once more to holy service by ridding the West of any evils he encountered, human or otherwise. The two centuries after that were a relative whirlwind for the ancient Crusader, as war and great technological advances ripped through both the United States and the world at large. He kept his head down for the most part, choosing to stay out of the conflicts that continued to tear through the Old World.

While he finds the technological advances of the last century bewildering, the Red Man has done his best to adjust to a world that he finds growing stranger with each passing day. He has generally stayed on the East Coast of the United States since the end of the Second World War, working a gradual circuit from Boston, to New Orleans, and back. Hunting communities often find his presence distasteful, and he is a bane to monsters and maniacs alike, so he stays constantly on the move to avoid undue attention. However, this conflict brewing in New York troubles him greatly; if all-out war spills onto the streets, there will be little left to keep the monsters in the shadows and out of sight of the world at large. The Red Man is unsure of what could happen in such an event, but his experience with holy war tells him that it would not be pleasant.[/hider]