I am suddenly possessed by a mighty need to play as a hunter. Woe to those that I may target should I be accepted...

Name: Jacque Marrow
Age: 23
Appearance: [url=http://wyv1.deviantart.com/art/DeadStarz-271669425]Civilian clothes[/url]-[url=http://www.deviantart.com/art/karl-kroenen-316591737]Hunting suit[/url]

Reason For Hating Sups ( Make it good if you are going for leader position): He was pretty much raised to. At least that used to be the reason, now he doens't really hate them so much as he simply doesn't like the idea of something being higher than him on the food chain. 
Rank {Leader or Soldiers): Soldier, Sergeant to be specific
Weakness or Mental flaw ( Need at least one of these evertone's got one): He suffers from sever cases of claustrophobia, acrophobia, and ornithophobia. Especially ornithophobia.
Personality: Cold and calculating, Jacque is the kind of man who wouldn't think twice about maiming or outright killing someone if he thinks it will further his goals. Jacque, to be quite frank, is also a bit of a sociopath and is seemingly incapable of expressing feelings of grief or empathy. This isn't to say he's some hyper violent nut, he's still more than capable of expressing any other emotion, and is at least slightly decent at faking the ones he can't if the situation requires it. The man is terrified of birds, specifically crows and seagulls. Seriously, keep them away from him.

Bio: "So you want to know who I am and why I do what I do huh? Fine, sit down and listen well, i'll only explain it once. The hunting of supernaturals has been a tradition in my family for eons, starting all the way back in germany until- wait what? 'Why does it always start with germany?' How the hell should I know, just shut up and listen. Anyway, the tradition was brought to -insert rp's country here- when my great grandfather decided he wanted a change in scenery. He taught his daughter the ways of the hunter, who in turn taught her son, whom in turn taught yours truly. And those lessons were hard, i'll tell you that much. I endured the kind of training that would bring a lesser man to his knees as he wept for salvation, but it was all worth it when my father took my on my first hunt. I of course eventually went off to college, but during breaks we would go on hunting trips together. Everything seemed to run smoothly, but one day pop got sloppy and found himself in pieces at the hands of a werewolf. I of course returned the favor, but not out of vengeance like you might think, honestly between you and me I think the old man got what was coming for losing his edge like that. Nah, see, I did it for the same reason that I do it today; because i'll be damned if anything ever wrestles the title of "apex predator" from the human race. Hm? Why the fear of birds? Because none of your damned business!"

Skills: Jacque is an expert tactician with extensive knowledge of psychological warfare and the anatomical structure of humans and supernaturals alike. He's an excellent fighter that can even hold his own (at least for a while) against stronger opponents provided he knows what he's getting into. A bachelor's degree in toxicology has given Jacque extensive knowledge in the field of, well, toxins, something he uses frequently on hunts.
Other: Sautéed pork tenderloins, its good man....its good...