Actually....I'll go ahead and post my CS. I think there's some things in it that.....might get rejected >.> Plus it was just a whimsical idea of mine.

Name: Jocelyn Valentine
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Nationality: Theocracy of Hieledran
Appearance: 
[img]http://i48.tinypic.com/11r3hch.jpg[/img] 5'6'' with an hourglass shaped figure and about a b-cup in bust size
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Bio: In the impoverished, bustling and smog polluted hamlet of Graychapel, towards the eastern coast of Hieledran, Jocelyn was born to a highly decorated captain of the Her Holy Majesty's Royal Guard and his wife, a dressmaker in the midst of Hieledran's great industrial boom. Jocelyn's father had previously served during the second civil war and was a great war hero, but he was killed at age thirty-two in a horrible battle between his men and a pack of werewolves when Jocelyn was only six, one of which ripped Jocelyn's father in half and stuck him on a spear outside the town. Her mother had died giving birth to her from blood loss due to severe hemorrhaging, said to have been afflicted by the toxic air that surrounded Graychapel. Without a proper guardian, Jocelyn soon became a ward of the Church and was sent to an orphanage run by the theocracy and looked after by the Sisters of Rhon, women who devoted their entire lives from sun-up to sun-down praising and serving the great Lifegiver. Twas in the orphanage Jocelyn was raised to strict religious standards. Every morning would begin with a recital of Rhonic prayers and hymns before breakfast. Any behavior towards the other children or towards the Sisters that was rude or deemed secular was punished fiercely either by lashings or intense hard labor. The orphanage also handed to the children holy tomes and encouraged, rather forcefully, the children to read from them each day after they rose and each night before they rested. 

Life for Jocelyn in the orphanage, it was bleak, traumatizing sometimes. The ash and smog resonating from the nearby factories and foundries often led to children becoming diseased, coughing up blood and bile, their skin becoming a deathly pale shade and breaking out in horrendous blotches. Most died within the very hour they were afflicted, some younger than Jocelyn. Jocelyn was also horrifically scarred by the image of her dead father, mangled by wretched werewolves and put on display before the frightened townspeople. From her tarnished mind she could not erase the ghastly visage of her father's cold, lifeless stare, the crows and the ravens fiendishly picking away at his slaughtered carcass, the nauseating stench of death and rot as maggots spewed from his stomach ripped open by a Hellspawn's claw. The werewolves, the gargoyles, all the creatures of Hell she began to despise as much as she began to fear, not just through the orphanage's constant indoctrination, but also towards the bastards for killing her father, for plunging her into this despairing prison she saw her new home as, and only growing worse as the plague of Hellspawn soon spilled into the city streets and hit far too close to home. Attacks were rampant now in Hieledran, people dying by the score. Not a single soul was safe from the scourge of this consuming evil, not even children.

On the night of Jocelyn's thirteenth birthday, the orphanage was overrun by a festering horde of undead ghouls. In absolute horror, Jocelyn could only watch as both women and children were ripped apart and eaten alive by the monstrosities of rotting flesh and bone. One quickly took after Jocelyn and pinned her to the ground. It was about to sink its putrid teeth into her skin, but she was rescued by a group of mysterious men and women dressed in black clothing and sinister looking bandanas that covered their faces, leaving only the fiery glare of their eyes. They were the Reapers, elite monster-killing soldiers of Her Holy Majesty's Blackguard, tasked with exterminating any and all Hellspawn who threatened the people of Hieledran. Jocelyn, she was intimidated yet captivated by the Blackguard, admiring their courage in the face of evil and their heroic stature. The Reapers soon removed Jocelyn from the orphanage after the bloody massacre, but instead of transporting her safely to another, she begged their leader, a veteran hunter by the name of Silas, to let her join the Blackguard. Silas refused, but due to the incessant pleading of Jocelyn, he soon reconsidered, first giving Jocelyn a test to see if she was worthy of joining their ranks. To his surprise, Jocelyn passed, and so she was inducted into the Blackguard after twelve long and arduous years training under Silas' harsh and brutal tutelage, molding her from a timid young girl into a valiant warrior in the Holy Queen's service. By age twenty six, she was one of the Blackguard's most decorated Reapers. She had also met her lover, [url=http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/47/03/8e/47038e9a4094886848927ee91810d98b.jpg]Erdrick[/url], another of Blackguard's elite and the leader of her squadron. For three years the two were intertwined in a passionate romance, but it was all shattered one fateful evening. Though the Blackguard was the most feared battalion of monster hunters in Hieledran, there were not enough of them to keep up with the increasing numbers and severity of the Hellspawn. The Holy Queen had refused it many times, but realized that she had no choice and sent word for reinforcements to the neighboring countries. Word soon returned from that of the Order, another elite group of monster hunters. The Queen would allow the Order to aid the Blackguard, but first, they were to be deemed worthy. And so Jocelyn, Erdrick, and the rest of their squadron were sent to be embedded with the Order until they were commanded to return. 

It came as no surpise to the Blackguard that monsters existed even beyond the borders of Hieledran, but they were beasts of the like no Reaper had ever seen nor fought. Such a terrible revelation came to them as they struggled to make their way through the unknown terrain towards the fortress Raven's Peek. In a matter of seconds, the squadron was waylayed and almost entirely decimated by a gargantuan [url=http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/9c/c7/6a/9cc76ab809e1e702734bfb4fe8cdb245.jpg]Behemoth.[/url] The Reapers slayed the beast after a long and gruesome battle, but the losses....were devastating. Among the Reapers who were killed was Erdrick, died instantly after being run through by the beast's horn, a swift and brutal blow that might as well have carved out Jocelyn's heart. While she wept near inconsolably over the bloody corpse of her beloved, the surviving Reapers tried to urge her to turn back. They would inform the Queen that the journey to Raven's Peek is too costly to take....such an act of cowardice Jocelyn would not allow to besmirch her Erdrick's honor. In a fit of anger, she snapped at them, telling them that come Hellspawn or high water, they were going to Raven's Peek, even if she had to carry their dead bodies as well. The men were silenced and begrudgingly they followed Jocelyn onwards to the fortress.

Since then, Jocelyn has remained with the Order for nearly two years going on three. She is known to be very authoritative and highly opinionated towards most of her fellow hunters. In honor of Erdrick, she has carried his rapier into battle with her countless times, carrying on his legacy through the blood shed upon his blade.

Fighting Style: Fencing
Equipment:
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[b]_Aquilius_[/b]
A light rapier that once belonged to the most legendary monster hunters of Hieledran, and someone Jocelyn once loved. The blade is forged of silver from the melted cross of Saint Richter and blessed by Her Holy Majesty and the Church of Rhon, it is a rather devastating weapon to most undead creatures and even a few werewolves. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries, ripostes and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is a bit less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords.

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[b]_Miseria_[/b]
A short silver dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of wolfsbane nectar, salt, silver filings, holy water, whatever the hunter wishes to carry.

[img]http://www.knife-depot.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/United-Cutlery-GH0947B-rw-14249-4719.jpg[/img]

[b]_Throwing Knives_[/b]
Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles for a more wide ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky gaggle of ghouls. (Maximum Limit: 12)

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[b]_Fire Bombs_[/b]
Even a novice hunter knows fire is an undead's worst enemy. A potent and lethal amalgamation of ceramic pottery and a 
deadly flammable liquid. Perfect for setting some damned souls ablaze or using them to halt an undead horde in its tracks. (Maximum Limit: 4)

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[b]_Mini Crossbow_[/b]
A nifty little tool for any good monster hunter. Great for picking off a couple of straggling zombies from far away. The silver bolts are also coated in a mixture of salt, ashes of Saint Croix and holy water, which can cripple any creature of Hell in less than a few seconds. (Maximum Limit: 20 bolts)[/hider].

Skills/Abilities: Jocelyn is known for her almost inhuman agility and is a rather adept fencer noted for her swift parries and damaging ripostes, but sometimes her form can slip now and again. She is also good at guerilla tactics which utilize free-running, bounding and leaping across city rooftops or through the thick forest canopies, giving her a slight advantage in ambushing others from above, especially werewolves. Not to mention she is a dead-eye marksman.