Name: Jacque Marrow 

Age: 24

Race/Species-Demons and Angels only/Class-humans only: Human/Hunter

Hometown: Ursus

Parent(s): Cornelius Marrow, Adeline Scratch

Weapons: Recurve bow [arrow types depend on the prey in question, blessed silver for demons, demonic blood tipped for angels, etc.], silver edged tomahawk 
Special Abilities: Peak human condition - able to preform on par with the best human athletes in terms of strength, speed, & stamina
Adrenaline surge - Can willingly increase his heart rate to the point where everything seems to move in slow motion to him
Adept in several types of hand to hand combat [his favorite being pradal serey] 

Appearance: [url=http://eranfolio.deviantart.com/art/Plague-Hunter-II-160795531]Hunter guise[/url] & [url=http://wyv1.deviantart.com/art/Vice-Admiral-Vergo-328401401]Civilian guise[/url]

Pet/companion: A pair of bloodhounds named Cain and Abel 

Personality: When not on the hunt, Jacque tends to act as a fairly reclusive and reserved fellow, opting to keep to himself unless he's actually required to interact with a person either to gain a lead on a target or to keep up appearances. This is merely a ruse however, his true personality is much more crude and tenacious, Jacque derives great pleasure from the hunting of demons and angels, believing that not only is it his job to rid his world of them, but that the two species are by far the greatest prey the world has ever seen. Jacque can be cold and exceedingly ruthless, willing to go so far as to injure or cripple an innocent or loved one if it means drawing out his quarry.
Years been in hiding(Angels and Demons)/Years been hunting(Humans) and circumstances/reasons why: Twelve. It originally started with his grandfather, who took part in the war seventy five years ago. After surviving the war and siring a son, Jacque's grandfather made it his mission to teach his son how to bring down the creatures that plagued his youth, Jacque's father in turn taught Jacque.

Personal Background/History: "So, you want to know my story eh? Fine then, its not like i've got anything better to do. I was born in a small town to the west of Osya to a hunter and a merchant's daughter. As it turned out, papa wasn't just a hunter of celestials and the damned, he was a zealot who believed they would bring about the end of man if not purged from the planet. So, he taught me everything he knew, my days and nights were filled with training exercises so harsh that they would bring a grown man to his knees. But I survived, no, I THRIVED. When my father was content with my training, he began to take me out on the hunt, were I discovered something about myself; I was good. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and papa Marrow ended up losing his head to a pair of demons, which I promptly slew. Between you and me though, I think the stupid bastard got careless and deserved to be decapitated. I've been hunting on my own ever since. Well, not [i]completely[/i] alone." *pats Cain's head with a wry chuckle*