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• Name: Maurice Colbert

• Title: Some of the younger, more foolish recruits have heard rumors surrounding his assignments. A mix of misplaced awe and intimidation has compelled them to refer to him discreetly as "Van Helsing", or "Devil's Bane"

• Age: 50

• Division: U.S., Deep South Sub-Division

• Class/Species: Devil Bringer

• Abilities: N/A

• Personality: Sociable enough, with other Hunters for the most part, but tends to keep others at arms length, figuratively. Isn't shy about being rude to Feeders. Oddly enough seems to get along best with non hunters in the Agency. Is a surly sort, borders on curmudgeonly at times. is all business during training or practice exercises with weaponry and equipment, those who've worked with him say he can be fearsome in battle, almost like a devil, himself (none have been brave enough to confront him on this).

• Background: Maurice had as normal a life as one could expect for a family that lived just an hour outside of New Orleans. They weren't stereotypical backwoods folk, though they did enjoy their privacy on a sizeable dry patch in the bayou. When he was 25, however, there was an incident- his nephew died as the result of an accident, which is precisely what it was, but that didn't stop his brother, the boys father, Edward, from seeking out an old sorceress who facilitated a contract between him and a devil. He tried to help his brother find a way out of the contract when he found he didn't have the stomach for vengeance; no matter where he was, no matter what time, Ed would see the "accidents" that befell the people responsible for his nephew's death, and occasionally was not himself, like the devil was taking over, consuming him. Eventually, he found the only way to stop/kill the devil and save his brother (and what few of it's targets were left) was for Maurice to kill him. Not long after, he was contacted by the Agency regarding the incident, and has been taking his grief out on Devils, ever since.

• Inventory: A Winchester rifle with the name "Ed" scoured into the stock, and a crucifix from a rosary affixed to it, as well. It's blessed, in order to make it a more effective a weapon. He's since learned the use of multiple bladed weapons, and even some hand to hand training. For that reasons, he also carries a blessed bowie knife. Otherwise, he travels light, updating his inventory as necessary for a given assignment, so long as he's properly briefed on the nature of the target.

• Other: If it isn't obvious, Maurice [i]really[/i] hates devils. Not only does he not trust or respect Feeders, openly, but in a fight, when things are getting intense, he goes a little crazy, even releasing strings of curses (both foul obscenities and the "plague a both your houses" variety) in Cajun-French. No one will admit as much, but he considers himself the one they call in when the Agency needs Devils dead, and don't much care how anymore. He stopped talking with his surviving family, and doesn't really let people get close anymore. Speaks with the accent of a "Southern Gentlemen"