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Flynt was already heading back to his seat when the man suddenly spoke to him again.How do I know that silver isn't fake?.He was somewhat offended by this sudden questioning of his equipment. The alchemist opened his satchel and rambled around in it. After a few moments of digging,his hand finally found what he was looking for, a small crossbow. He set the satchel aside and produced a silver tipped bolt from a pocket on his vest."Silver tipped bolt, Lethal to vampires and vampiric beings". A sly grin replaced his smile as he handed the crossbow to the man. "You have one shot, If she fades into dust then she's a vampire but if she simply bleeds and dies she is human. Flynt then got unnatural close to man's face, a look of pure seriousness on his face."If your assumption is wrong, then...". He paused for a moment and cocked the crossbow string for him."That's blood on your hands".

He removed himself from the man and went back to his barstool. He didn't gamble with people's lives like this, but he could tell this man would kill her either way. He did have some doubt about his silver coin, after all he did obtain it from a rather shady individual. Maybe she was a vampire, maybe she wasnt but unless the man shot her in a fatal area, he could heal her wounds if she was human. On the flip side, if she was a vampire, this would make him look very stupid for not realizing such. [i]50/50 chance[i]. Flynt prepared himself for the worse, removing several healing tonics from his satchel.
@Pennydumb123

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Another alchemist I see. Interesting.
@Traps

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I've got classes so I'll respond to things when I can

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"Yeah and it only took 3-". His story to Edward was interrupted by a man tapping on his shoulder. Flynt turned to this man and listened dully to his words. Something about a woman and vampires. His gaze shifted to the woman in question and studied her. Most vampires were pale in complextion, had slightly rotted teeth and often strike during nighttime. Not only did she look healthy,well..healthy enough but her teeth were semi white with no enlargement of her canines.Yeah, she's just a normal person."think you got your fact wrong bud,she's just a normal person". Flynt took a sip of his last shot and rose from his seat. He walked over to the woman and handed her a silver coin to confirm his theory. No smoke. No burning. He bid the woman farewell and walked back over to the haggard man, a smile spread wide across his face."see, not a vampire"
@Pennydumb123

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It'll be interesting to see how that plays out.

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Is my character the only supernatural hunter?

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The wandering alchemist walked down a frozen path to the nearby town,which according to the directions the old man had gave him was a 'short' walk from his home. He'd been walking for about a hour now,stopping every so often to knock snow from his boots.It's just down that path there, a short walk my home. What a load of bull. What Flynt wanted more than anything was to get this godforsaken satchel off his shoulder. All the travel fatigue was getting to him and the bag felt like dragging a elephant through the desert. He was half tempted to just toss the thing into the snow and come back for it later but about 23 things could violently explode in the thing if handled poorly, actually 24 if you counted the bag itself."Stupid bag. Stupid Tundra. Stupid directions". Flynt mumbled as he continued his stride through the desert,almost speaking some curses in german. With nothing better to do and almost the perfect kind of day for it, he produced his black runebag from his dark brown satchel. He undid the knot that held it closed and dug around in it."Dagaz,Tiwaz,Berkano, ah here it is". Flynt held up the small wooden square to the sun and watched as a deep purple hue glowed on it in a less than sign.Kenaz,torch. The square faded into a warm glow, spreading out and covering Flynt's body."That's more like it". He sighed in appreciation to the warmth the rune brought, if only for a few minutes. The runes themselves had been a gift from the locals of a small village in germany when he had dealt with a small Alp problem they had. The only information they gave him was that they were made of rowan wood,said to be the best material to make runes from. "those were some mighty kind people, maybe I'll visit them again one day". A small smile spread across his face before his boot hit something hard on the ground."Hmm?" he looked down and saw a faded wooden sign. The only tangible word was Population, the rest being faded off the wood. A quick glance up revealed a small town just ahead."Hot damn!". Flynt broke out in a sprint towards the place, more importantly to a the saloon.

He arrived to a squat,dilapitated building, the word SALOON written in bright red on one of the outer walls.Not a lot a creativity but it works. Flynt shrugged slightly and walked inside. The smell hit him first, like a skunk had went and died in a outhouse. His gag reflex nearly kicked in but he managed to keep it surpressed. The various patrons turned to him for a moment before continuing rigged poker games and random conversations. Flynt moved through the squalor of the place and sat at the bar, where several cockroaches were waiting to say hello. He shooed them away and motioned for the bartender,who walked over and spoke in a gruff voice."What'll it be kid?. Flynt scoffed and rolled his eyes at the bartender."Kid I am not but I'll have a shot of whiskey-no two shots". He produced the money from his pocket and slid it to across the counter. The bartender accepted the money and poured Flynt two shots a whiskey."No need to be rude about it.. Flynt raised a eyebrow to the bartender and downed one of his shots, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat."I was merely correcting your statement but I apologize if I came off rude,Names Flynt by the way"."Edward, pleasure to meet you kid.. Flynt chuckled a little and rolled his eyes again."Say Edward, you know where a supernatural bounty hunter could find some work?". The bartender cocked his head up to the ceiling, somewhat in deep thought.""Try the sheriffs office, usually got bounties posted there"."Thanks for the info Ed. Have this".Flynt pulled a small vial from his bag, filled with a dark green liquid. He handed the vial to the bartender and spoke before he would askWhat's this?."It's a intelligence booster,could help you calculate prices accurately cause that whisky was dirt cheap."Flynt downed the other shot and leaned back into the barstool. He would check the sheriffs office later,preferably after he had a few good drinks.

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Flynt Lockke,The Alchemist

Name:Flynt M. Lockke
Nickname(s): Flynn,Finn,The Forgiver
Species:Human
Appearance:

His Look

Faction:None

Biography:Flynt was born into a family of monster hunters who constantly traveled the west in search of bounties. From a young age he had a affinity with alchemy, stealing practices in the dead of night behind the family wagon. He perfected in a day what took many alchemist years to even understand. Coupled along with his deep knowledge of the supernatural and unholy, he was able to craft a multitude of elixers and tonics that could hurt and even kill such beings. Over the course of his teenage years he made thousands of potions for the people, handing them out in town centres for mere pennies. His life was easy-going and simple but he craved knowledge and deeper understanding of the forces that made up the world. This craving led him to his discovery of the germanic runestones, which he also mastered. He now wanders the west in search of deeper knowledge and offering his services to all who need them.

Personality: A very rustic and down to earth individual, always sporting a kind smile even in the darkest of days. He can't resist a good pun or two and often leaps into danger to protect others.

Weapons: Germanic runestones- Made of rowan wood and burning with a deep purple hue, these domino sized squares are capable of combat and more mundane means,such as supplying food.

Crossbow- A small crossbow blessed by several priest and soaked in holy water during completion. He wields it with deadly accuracy and sports a number of different bolts.(silver tip, gold tip, blessed and normal bolts)

Winchester Repeating Rifle- His main weapon when dealing with most entities. He often loads in different tipped rounds in one chamber.(same as the crossbow bolts)

Skills: Master alchemist-able to craft various potions,poisons and tonics,Weapon Master-Skilled in using various firearms and melee weapons,Instincts-Has a natural sense for danger,often choosing the correct decisions in dire situations.

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Can I ask how you want it formatted? Or what section needs to be fixed?
@Grec