Name: Grenn Blackthorne
Age:32
Height:5’6”
Weight: 190
Appearance: The words “ugly bugger” have been used to describe Grenn more often than not. With deepset eyes, a constantly weary look and a face that seems to have been abused by storm for that last hour(s). Aside from that there is a cruelty about his eyes that co-operates with a general joylessness and lifelessness that makes Grenn involuntarily celibate if he doesn’t pay for it. His raspy voice helps little in that regard either.

Melee Weapon:
-On his left fist he has a full-plate gauntlet that is plated on the inside as well, connected to a heavy vambrace to protect his forearm. While the plating allows only minor movement of the finger (roughly enough to grab an arm) Grenn is trained with the weapon so that he can also lock smaller objects like sticks or blades with it. Usually he keeps it wrapped in a dirty white oilcloth that is secured with leather straps to keep it well maintained and hidden from cursory glances.
-A set of two silver tipped hatchets that Grenn likes to call them the Silver Sisters.

-He also carries around a silver tipped rondel dagger usually used to stab into the heart of whatever he is hunting.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon:
A heavy rifle that Grenn carries around on his back. The weapon needs to be bolt loaded for every shot but has a magazine of 10 shots. Furthermore it has an underslung “shotgun” that fires Grenn’s favourite sub-munition, a cloud of mountain ash and silver particles, that can enter the bloodstream of a lycanthrope over time through a wound or inhalation, it can also fire regular shotgun shells with a variance of contents. He has named it Sturdy.



Secondly Grenn is carrying around a set of grenades that contain all kinds of concoctions to combat monsters.

Other Equipment: A rugged coat that hides most of his equipment, safe for the rifle when he has it with him. It also hides his vambraces. A red scarf is used to hide the gorget he wears to prevent neck bites.

Hunting Specialty: Werewolfs.
Bio: Growing up on a small farm in the marshes near Naveroth wasn’t the easiest live for Grenn, his parents had a small farm there while his dad functioned as a courier for merchants in Naveroth. Due to that Grenn’s father spend a lot of time on the road and always came home with stories he had heard. The townspeople always gathered when he was back in town to hear his stories and latest news. News that became increasingly more worrisome with the inclusion of monsters like vampires, zombies, demons and werewolves. That last monster appeared in Grenn’s village shortly before his sixteenth birthday, when his father was in town again. The attacks continued for a two years or so, but were always centered around Grenn’s father returning. Townspeople started seeing his coming as a bad omen and him as a bringer of bad news. Grenn, like most marshpeople worked as a Peat-Cutter, and in those marshes they encountered beasts and monsters fairly often. He had gained a reputation as somewhat of a brawler and often brought home “trophies” that disgusted his mother. People tried to get him to actively pursue the werewolf but Grenn knew he stood no chance, some boasts here, watches there, but nothing helped against the menace. It eventually claimed his mother as well. He was glad dad was home when it happened, he couldn’t have pulled through on his own. When he was seventeen a Monster Hunter was hired by the townspeople, Grenn also pitched in, to slay the werewolf that had been terrorizing the village. That was when what Grenn feared became reality. His father had been the terror of his village and the Hunter was kind enough to let Grenn in on this before he would set his ambush. That very night Grenn decided he would be the one to set things right.
The hunter, his father and the werewolf were never seen in the village again. Grenn only stayed for a week and disappeared the day a fire consumed his parental home.

Gemstone:

Name Beatrice Winston
Age Thirty-one
Height 5'4"
Weight 135lbs

Melee Weapon Short dagger, blessed with holy water. Bea has had it since she was young. It belonged to her grandfather who had gotten it on an expedition he went on.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon Winchester M/97, first firearm she was given under her mentor.

Other Equipment Holy water, matches, smudge sticks, wooden stakes, canteen, dried fruit and vegetables. All of this is carried in multiple detachable pouches she has on her person. Bea is small and agile, and adding a pack or storage device would inconvenience that skill.

Hunting Specialty Witches

Bio Beatrice Winston was born to a wealthy family, she was meant to become a wife and housekeeper to a suitor her family had picked out. Living in the Chess Islands, she never had a care in the world. More often than not you wouldn't need to worry about the evil and dread the rest of the world had to deal with. But Chess Islands wasn't heaven on earth, no. There was always Evil lurking. at the point in time Bea was to be wed, she fled that morning. Her bridesmaids were confused and shaken for when they opened her bedroom door, not a single item was left other than her furniture.

A week or two had gone by and Bea had found herself in the pits of Naveroth, she was very ignorant to the evils that lurked there until she met her mentor. One afternoon she had been scrounging for scraps in an alleyway. She was aware of her new life and it's losses, but she kept her head strong and high until she could figure something else out, she just knew she wasn't meant for the stagnant life her marriage had in store. After finding a half eaten sandwich and deciding to move on, she was ambushed by a vampire. His eyes were red as blood and his smirk was as sly as a fox's. Bea had let out a scream and before she knew it, the vamp was on the ground. A stake through his heart. When Bea looked up she was met with a hand and a friendly smile.

That was the first day of her training, she had become a hunter officially a year later and was given her M/97. Her mentor was old and considered Bea as a daughter, so it was devastating to her that he had passed after the firearm was given. Since then she has taken every opportunity to become an amazing hunter, she knew her mentor would not want her to stop training. Nine years later and she is known for her witch killings. Whenever a witch is sited, immediately through the grape vine Bea is contacted.

Gemstone Angel Aura Quartz