Name: Kyle Dunham
Personality: He dislikes being around people, and he seems sarcastic and rude to most people.
Occupation: Vampire Hunter
History: He grew up in a country side mansion with his father and two younder brothers. His father was teaching all three of them to hunt vampires. When he was sixteen, a clan of vampires had hunted down his family and killed them. He just barely survived. He moved to a small town to recover and plan how to hunt down the vampires.
Kyle shrugged off his hunting gear, letting it fall to the ground with a thud. He was tired and all he wanted to do was get some sleep. The vampire he was hunting had been tough to get rid of, and had left him with a few more cuts that he was going to have to sew up. He was used to this though. Tracking down vampires that entered his town, hunting them down, and killing them. It was normal to get scars every now and then.
It took him about an hour to clean himself up, and to get to bed. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, thinking over his job. He hadn't really wanted to become a hunter, but after the murder of his family, he had no choice. He was a sweet innocent kid, but now he was a hardened hunter, and an outcast in his own town. He closed his eyes, hoping that the next day would get easier.