Name: Mason
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Hunter/Civilian: Hunter
Weapons: Twin Berettas, combat knife
Relationships: none
Personality: Mason is at times a quick witted smart alack, at times he even shows his most dangerous traits. His cunning and persuasive ways often gets him out of bad situations.
Bio: Mason comes from a fairly wealthy family that made their living by stopping others from living. Having mercenaries as parents, one would assume that they'd be safe than anyone else. After a contract his mother and father were assigned to went bad, their boss at the time demanded payment. His family took every precaution necessary to evade their employers, their paranoia had gripped them to the point where they had begun teach Mason how to handle weapons in his youth in case they were ever found, they were. Mason's mother and father had put up a good fight to defend themselves but were eventually killed, Mason was taken as payment, his parent's previous employers thought they could sell Mason and make money.
For the most part it was smart, this way he'd be gone and they'll have made some sort of funds. The mistake was selling the boy in the first place, Mason seemed like an ordinary 12 year old kid at first glance, acting oblivious and unaware of what was going on, the game of deception he played with his captors up until his sale date was all too well planned out for his age. Mason was taken from an empty room, still wearing the same tattered clothes he had been wearing for months. A wide smile was on the boy's face, as it usually was, unbeknownst to them was that Mason had a plan already, Mason had stolen a number of objects he found laying around, managing to hide them every time, the same two items he knew he'd always need, a gun and a shank he crafted himself. Once he was sure his opportunity presented itself, the young boy struck, lunging at the captor "handling" him, kicking his captor in the groin and plunging the blade of the shank into the man's throat once he hunched over. Without hesitation he immediately pulled the loaded pistol from his pants, aiming at the buyer. A boyish smile crept across Mason's face, his smile grew wider once he pulled the trigger. As that gunshot resonated through the building, Mason ran from the area, gunning down anyone who got in his way that he knew meant him harm. As he felt himself getting closer and closer to freedom he began to laugh, a laugh that blended with insanity and happiness, the realization that he had killed everyone in the building hadn't even set in yet.
Once he had gotten a little older, Mason had finally tracked the man behind his parent's deaths, posing as a mercenary he barged into the man's office. Immediately weapons were drawn on him, as skilled as the boy had become, dispatching the armed guards was a snap. Though when he did aim his weapon at who upon reading his desk nameplate, he now recognized the man as Mr.Sental. He had attempted to pull the trigger but something had stopped him, it was like the man's stare was paralytic or something. He frantically tried to regain his movement only to fail every time. Around his the room seemed to be burning and warping before his very eyes, he had no idea what was going on, what kind of drug they put into the room but it didn't matter. Turning his gaze from around the room he fixed his eyes on Sental, letting out a gasp of shock to see how the man was changing as well. Into what he didn't know for sure but it looked like some sort of demon snake monster to him, Sental was a sight almost impossible for Mason to look at, the burning red skin, claws, and nasty complexion. His mouth was riddled with teeth, the top half of him seemed normal but it changed drastically from the lower half. He had no legs, just a tail like a serpent, those burning red eyes of his stayed visible, piercing into Mason. He didn't understand he was now faced by, true terror plagued the boy once it started to slither its way toward him. "Silly child, you thought you could kill me?" The demon spoke, his voice warping from a normal man's to a monster's by the second, making the boy more unnerved. He wanted to run but as he looked around at the hellish nightmare that was Sental's office, he knew that was a slim possibility.
His heart sank as he felt the rough scales slowly coil around his body, shuddering and beginning to nervously hyperventilate as he felt clawed hands touch his shoulders. Just then remembering what the demon said, he responded back, trying to be as calm as he could. "M-maybe I did, maybe I will..." He said, sounding a bit more confident, the room seemed as if it were shaking as Sental laughed."Foolish child..." Those words were the last Sental spoke before the demon gripped his shoulders tighter, treating the boy like a ragdoll. slamming him against the now rock walls, in the end leaving the boy badly beaten and barely breathing. "I swear......I'll find you..." Mason spoke before slipping into an unconscious state, the next time he came to, he awoke at the train station. He still had one thing on his mind, he had to figure out what he had gone through, there had to be an explanation for it. He started reading up on demons and other supernatural entities, the more he learned, the more prepared he wanted to be, training anywhere he could whenever he could. After he had learned all he left his hometown, maybe he could track Sental if he looked in the right place.
Other: "Where'd they go?" Oh, don't give him sharp objects...
Finally finished
Name: Marcus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hunter/Civilian: Hunter
Appearance:
Personality: Clever, Calculating, and Dangerous
Relationship: None, unless...I'm missing something, am I?
Bio: Marcus was born into a family of hunters whose bloodline had a long history. His father had always made his expectations of his son evident, training him to the point of breaking every day and night. Day by day his father molded and shaped the boy into a warrior for mankind, going so far as to even teach him magic. Something that was highly looked down upon by other hunters, not that his father really cared, all he knew was that he was creating something that had an edge others didn't. Marcus never really understood what all the training meant, even as old as he was, grasping all of this new knowledge was tough. Eventually he had learned all he could learn before his father passed, dying a peaceful death, confident that his son would bring his name honor.
Magic: Marcus has an ability unlike most hunters, he can control shadows. It's his only magical ability and his strongest, as far as power goes, he can make shadowforged-weapons. He harness the power of aether with relative ease and darken small areas, like rooms. He can quickly vanish in a wisp of shadows and reappear within the instant(blink teleportation), his newest ability I might add. An ability to draw upon the entire essence of aether at once, making him noticeably stronger than demon based off of raw power and physical but barely even than. Using it would require concentration for at least five minutes and it takes near fatal toll on his body.
Weapons: Enchanted Katanas: His swords are direct connection to the aether dimension, seeming to be forged with essence from the plane itself. the blades feed off of his power to give themselves life. When in use, they radiate a shadowy fire from the aether itself. not only does giving the swords life take power from the user to fuel it but it weakens the user if they can no long sustain the weapon, eventually draining their life force completely and killing them.
Other: Where'd they go?
