I hope this is appropriate. I can modify details if need be.
Name: John "Irish" Peterson
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Faction: Freemasons
Deity: Judeochristian God (Deist)
Major Talent: Ritual magic, especially divination
Minor Talents: Research, gunsmithing, especially production of specialty ammunition
Background
Born in 1818 to an upper class New England family, John was immersed in the arcane from an early age. His father was a prominent Freemason, though not of the hunting variety, and encouraged his eldest son's entry into the fold. John studied dead languages in university, and his familial connections let him pore over obscure, dangerous texts at will. He dabbled in magic of all kinds, eventually finding a particular talent with divination, the art of seeking and identifying people, objects, and supernatural beasts. On his induction into the Freemasons, he was put to work in their various petty wars, using his talents to locate enemy strongholds and identify infiltrators. He rose through the ranks, and joined the hunters, putting him for the first time into the line of fire, so to speak. Despite his nerves, John proved useful, able to expose weaknesses in the foe through his research, and he became adept at manufacturing weapons to battle the lesser beasts that could be hurt by such mundane tools. At the outbreak of the Civil War, he was put in charge of a small team dedicated to hunting down vampires, werewolves and other creatures on both sides, with the aim of keeping the war from spinning further out of control and disrupting Freemason plans. Here John came into his element, the advent of modern firearms a natural medium for his tinkering. Silver bullets, garlic-infused hardwood shot, cold iron, and hypodermic shells filled with holy water kept him and his men alive.
Tall and gangly, John's red hair earned him the nickname "Irish" from his rougher compatriots, though he's mainly of Scandinavian descent. He wears clothes suited to travel, well-worn but of high quality; jeans, boots, flannel shirts, and a leather duster, topped by a broad hat to protect his fair skin. He also wears glasses that he has enchanted to see through weak illusions, but they're imperfect and holding onto them is a point of pride more than anything. He travels with a large case that holds his tools. John is armed with a cartridge-converted Colt Dragoon that's meant for defense against mundane threats, but he can load it with specialty rounds if need be. His main hunting tools are a pair of coach guns that live in his tool case. He was ordained as a priest in an obscure Christian sect, and their faith lends power to many of his creations. Unfortunately for John, he is a middling shot at best, and would not survive long on a hunt without backup.
When the threat of Cadia became apparent, John was sent alone to Colorado to determine the extent of her influence. He's well-versed in the lore, but only what was available to him in the order's libraries.
Name: John "Irish" Peterson
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Faction: Freemasons
Deity: Judeochristian God (Deist)
Major Talent: Ritual magic, especially divination
Minor Talents: Research, gunsmithing, especially production of specialty ammunition
Background
Born in 1818 to an upper class New England family, John was immersed in the arcane from an early age. His father was a prominent Freemason, though not of the hunting variety, and encouraged his eldest son's entry into the fold. John studied dead languages in university, and his familial connections let him pore over obscure, dangerous texts at will. He dabbled in magic of all kinds, eventually finding a particular talent with divination, the art of seeking and identifying people, objects, and supernatural beasts. On his induction into the Freemasons, he was put to work in their various petty wars, using his talents to locate enemy strongholds and identify infiltrators. He rose through the ranks, and joined the hunters, putting him for the first time into the line of fire, so to speak. Despite his nerves, John proved useful, able to expose weaknesses in the foe through his research, and he became adept at manufacturing weapons to battle the lesser beasts that could be hurt by such mundane tools. At the outbreak of the Civil War, he was put in charge of a small team dedicated to hunting down vampires, werewolves and other creatures on both sides, with the aim of keeping the war from spinning further out of control and disrupting Freemason plans. Here John came into his element, the advent of modern firearms a natural medium for his tinkering. Silver bullets, garlic-infused hardwood shot, cold iron, and hypodermic shells filled with holy water kept him and his men alive.
Tall and gangly, John's red hair earned him the nickname "Irish" from his rougher compatriots, though he's mainly of Scandinavian descent. He wears clothes suited to travel, well-worn but of high quality; jeans, boots, flannel shirts, and a leather duster, topped by a broad hat to protect his fair skin. He also wears glasses that he has enchanted to see through weak illusions, but they're imperfect and holding onto them is a point of pride more than anything. He travels with a large case that holds his tools. John is armed with a cartridge-converted Colt Dragoon that's meant for defense against mundane threats, but he can load it with specialty rounds if need be. His main hunting tools are a pair of coach guns that live in his tool case. He was ordained as a priest in an obscure Christian sect, and their faith lends power to many of his creations. Unfortunately for John, he is a middling shot at best, and would not survive long on a hunt without backup.
When the threat of Cadia became apparent, John was sent alone to Colorado to determine the extent of her influence. He's well-versed in the lore, but only what was available to him in the order's libraries.
