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[Aces Away]

Darnies Magula

Name: Darnies "DarnDarn" Magula

Pronunciation

Dhar-nee-iss Mag-you-luh

Age: 19

Supernatural Race: Witch

Ethnicity/Race: Ashkenazi Jew

Appearance:

Two Pics

Standing at a slanted 5'8, Darneis has a skinny form that belies his strength.

Personality: Darnies is laid back and sarcastic. His intelligence is hidden behind his snappy comebacks and a devil may care attitude. He doesn't show regret or embarrassment, but rather embraces his mistakes and brushes them off. However, he does tend to turn dark or angry at certain topics or affronts, but no one knows what those are.

History: Born to a mother who never told his father she was a witch, his family was her coven because his dad left upon learning her secret. He learned magic from the moment he showed a spark and all of his 'aunts' treated him perfectly well tot he point of doting; He was the first male with in 5 generations, after all, he should take pride in his rarity. When he was 11, after much training and preparation, him and his mother set off to find his father after scrying for him. Darnies thought they were going to talk, but his mother was out for the man's blood for abandoning her. "You don't abandon a pregnant witch," She had told him. "It's one of the worst offenses to a witch and her Coven. They can leave after the Birth, but they must be with us throughout the Creation."

In a dingy motel outside of Carson, North Dakota, his father was sitting with a shotgun, years of paranoia from the Coven's curse causing him to always expect the worse and always have a finger on the trigger just in case. His mother blew the door down and entered the room, Darnies right behind. With one twitch, his father had filled his mother's stomach with a scatter shot. Not to be outdone, his mother pulled out her wand- only needed for the strongest of spells and curses- and looked to fire a mirror curse. He'd bleed out the same way she did with the same bullet pattern. She didn't notice that some of the scatter shots had caught Darnies's right side, shattering his right knee cap and leaving wounds up and down his arm and leg.

Lying on the ground, Darnies became aware that he was now alone. His coven -The Last Existing Coven- had been taken out the previous year by a group of Hunters who'd burned them alive while him and his mother hid in the woods near their home, and his two parents were bleeding out on the floor across from each other. Tears streaming down his face, the young boy dragged himself first to his mom to pick up her wand, and then out of the room and called for an ambulance, a story already forming in his mind to explain the scene.

He couldn't heal his own knee- "Witches can't heal themselves, DarnDarn, that gift is meant to be used on others."- so he had to heal the normal way. Now he walks with a limp and uses a latch cane. So with no parents and no coven, knowing he couldn't go into a foster home or be adopted without having to restrict his powers, Darnies dropped off the map. 8 years later and he's finally settled in Gravette after constant travel. He makes his living through creating runes and talismans for other supernaturals- being the last Witch alive means he gets plenty of business-, and playing honest card games and collecting the bounty when he wins.

Strengths: High Endurance, High Pain Threshold-not including right leg-, Just barely above average Healing Rate, knows how to fight.

Weaknesses: Right leg, magic dampening cuffs and ties, Large fires cause can cause him either brief pause or even send him into full blown panic attacks, depending on the situation.

Stance: Inactive/Uncaring

Special Power/Skill: Especially skilled at charming objects.

Other:

• He is very good at fighting, having to always defend himself from hunters.
• His mother's wand makes up the tip of his cane, and depending on which latch you press, one of the two releases the wand, while the lower latch releases the hidden blade, and the wand acts as the hilt.
• Lives in apartment 2-J, underneath Chasa

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Chasa

Name: Chasa

Age: 26

Supernatural Race: Half-Golem/ Half-Panswé Belu

Ethnicity/Race: Half Mizrahi Israeli Jew/ Half Burmese

Appearance:

Two Pics

at 6'2, Chasa can be rather intimidating, especially with all the muscles added on top of the height, and the curved fangs when she allows them to be seen. She has a Chai tattood over her heart.

Personality: Kind and caring, Chasa can become easily upset by the fact that people are afraid of her due to her stature. She loves to play around and wrestle, though is quick to worry and apologize if she thinks she's being too rough. She's, over all, a gentle soul.

History: Chasa was born in Israel to a Golem father and Panswé Belu mother. For the first 10 years of her childhood, Chasa lived with her parents in Israel. However, once her mom began to get homesick, her family moved to Burma, and she spent the next 10 years with her family there in a small house. Just before her 21st birthday, she moved to America in hopes being able to better blend in with normal humans- her family had faced much persecution in both her homelands due to the relationship between Golem and Panswé Belu, creating a child that honestly just confused them- and had her parents visit as often as possible, as her family was not poor and loved travel.

She's been in America since then, and graduated college with a Masters Degree in Botany. She keeps a small garden on the patio of her apartment, growing some of her own plants and giving the rest to her neighbors.

Strengths: Enhanced strength, durable/tough skin, knowledge of poisonous plants, High Pain Threshold(Golems being made of Clay and all, her nerves aren't well developed enough to feel surface wounds. She would be able to feel, say, being stabbed, but I'd like to see someone get close enough to try, and find a blade that could do it properly in the first place.)

Weaknesses: Emotionally weak/Gentle Soul, marring the Chai tattoo can render her anywhere from disoriented to comatose depending on the damage. Destroying it completely causes her death (much as erasing the Aleph from the Aleph Mem Tav on a pure Golem would deactivate them.) Consuming meat can make her sick.

Stance: Inactive/Uncaring

Special Power/Skill: Due to her Dual heritage, Chasa can switch between the extremes of her two beings; using the Panswé Belu to suppress her size and strength, and the Golem to suppress her curved fangs. She is neutral in between the two, a perfect balance, in her apartment. When fighting she uses more Golem lineage and when dealing with plants she uses more Panswé Belu lineage due to their affinity for them.
Other:

• Due to her mother's influence and genes, she is a vegetarian and enjoys the taste of flowers that are normally not meant to be eaten.
• Lives in Apartment 3-J, above Darnies.

[Loki Odinson]

Half human, half were-tiger: Uncaring

Name: Amon R. Brandt
Age: 35
Supernatural Race: Half human, half were-tiger
Ethnicity/Race: German

Appearance

Height: 190cm
Weight: 89kg
Eyes: Dark emerald and heavy-lidded, giving him a rather intense stare especially when he makes an effort to intimidate
Hair: Black, thick and spiky, his hair reaches just past the nape of his neck and his right eye is usually concealed behind a thick clump of fringe.
Body Modifications: No piercings, but has the number thirteen in Roman Numerals (XIII) tattooed in black ink on the right side of his neck with the bottom at his collarbone and the top of the tattoo halfway up his neck.
Distinguishing Marks: N/A (just the tattoo, the top can be seen even if he wears a fully-buttoned collared shirt
Clothing: He likes to wear a two piece suit in hues of dark blue and black, including the tie. His shoulder holster lies beneath his suit jacket. On colder days/nights, he wears a dark trench coat over his suit.

Personality: Amon is mild-mannered and a hard person to offend, waving off insults and jokes in an equally offhanded manner, as long as it is directed at him only, of course. Quick to banter with people he has been acquainted with before or anyone he is comfortable around, he is the sort of man that is easy to befriend, work alongside and open up to as long as he is not being his typical lazy self, which usually rubs some people the wrong way. He works best when sufficiently motivated and/or under pressure. If not, he is pretty lax and uninitiative until a superior gives him a command.

However, he is serious when he has an objective to work towards and will do whatever it takes to complete it. Amon believes that the law is right, and rules are placed there for a reason. He hates it when people try to find a way around it, twisting it so they will come off as innocent when they are clearly not. As someone working for a law enforcement organisation dedicated to protecting peace, he will not hesitate to use his authority to do what he thinks is right, may the culprit be human or supernatural. This attitude has made him an enemy in the eyes of some extremists supernatural beings who dislike him for not following his supernatural blood and fighting against humans, making him rather paranoid at times. Of course, his paranoia is justified in that he has to be very careful what he says and reveals in case he is ousted as a Supernatural and making him a target for Hunters like some of his unfortunate colleagues. Of course, he has been lucky so far, but luck eventually runs out, no matter who you are...

Because of his position and experience in Law Enfocement, he has grown to be rather perceptive and inquisitive. While this trait has gotten him into quite a few tight spots and trouble, it has proven to be invaluable when trying to avoid detection and suspicions.

History: When the first of his supernatural friends - a Dreamwalker by the name of Cilicia - was killed by an unknown murderer, Amon was nineteen, a recent graduate of high school and starting his first year in the Police Academy. He is the only child in the family, born to an ordinary police officer who now works as a mall's security guard and a chauffeur mother. For the first eighteen years of his life, his family was as normal as they could be. They were mostly absent from home, coming back in the evenings to either a cooked or bought dinner and catching up with each other during that short period before Amon would excuse himself, finish whatever work he had to do and head to bed. Life was repetitive, bland and mundane as can be, occasionally broken by rare days off or overseas holidays.

Amon grew up listening to the stories his father used to tell about his days in the law enforcement, the gory and simply inhumane things some people were capable of. From a young age, he dreamt to be like his father, working in the police force, keeping innocents safe and doing the righteous thing. Putting criminals behind bars and ensuring nothing befell the city he loves. When he was seven, he discovered his unique 'abilities' when a friend pulled a prank on him and trapped him in a school's storeroom. Despite the utter darkness, he could see as though it was merely evening. He went to school, read books and from listening to conversations all around, he knew it wasn't normal to be able to see in the dark. But that was not what scared him. Claws, sharp, shiny, long and protruding from beneath his fingernails made him scream in utter terror. The hollers drew his teacher, who took one look at his unnatural hands and merely sighed, shifting into a large wolf for a second before shifting back. Amon calmed down and as his shock receded, the claws retracting a second later. That became the little secret between Amon and his teacher, who disappeared a year later and her body found abandoned along the highway.

He kept quiet about this, living as though he was a normal human student. That was, until a month after his nineteenth birthday, the death of a friend of his, and coming back home for the summer holiday to his parents fighting. His father was yelling at his mother, getting more and more agitated by the second before fury made him lash out at his mother. It turned out his mother was a were-tigress, making him a half-were. His unnatural abilities started to make sense. This revelation did not sit well with his father, who proceeded to ignore his mother's existence and even began throwing judgemental looks and snide remarks at Amon. For half a year he ignored the sudden change in their household, attempting to mend the rift between his parents and himself. However, every attempt was shot down rather spectacularly by either of them. He gave up, losing himself in the Police Academy instead. The previously warm house became cold, and Amon began to see the world in a new light. He could see the light distinctions between humans and supernatural beings, personally bore witness to the aftermaths of several violent and bloody skirmishes between the Supernaturals and Hunters more than once. Little by little, as he worked his way up the chain, he began to classify people into four groups: the Hunters - ones who knew about Supernaturals and aimed to kill them. Two: the humans - oblivious individuals sometimes caught in the crossfire. Three: the Supernaturals - non-humans or humans with supernatural blood running through their veins who actively fought against the Hunters. Four: the Uncaring: those like him, whether humans or Supernaturals who are well-aware of the clashing factions but wants no part to do with it. Of course, there might be people who fell into none of these categories, but as far as he was concerned, these were the four main ones.

It was these conflicts that prompted him to enlist into the Crime Division for Mysterious Cases of the police force. To his utmost surprise, there were quite a few 'Uncarings' amongst them. In this Division, he was able to slowly come to terms with being neutral despite his mixed blood. He was twenty-four when he made his first arrest, a Hunter that was caught killing a presumed Supernatural. Since his victim did not change from human form in death, he was convicted of murder. That was also the year he moved away from home to Gravette and got a tattoo of the Division number (XIII) on his neck.

Now at the age of thirty-five, he remains single, more scarred, paranoid and cynical than he was before, although he never lost his lax nature. An Inspector in the Division, he heads a relatively small team of twenty officers, and often work together with the friends he made over the decade as a peacekeeper. As more cases of unnatural death in Gravette turned up, he and his team are on call more than ever before.

Strengths:
1) Enhanced speed, smell, agility, regeneration and stealthiness due to feline heritage (although healing is only half that of pureblood weres)
2) Ability to see in the dark unlike the humans he works with
3) Since he is half-human, he wouldn't go crazy over catnip, shiny objects, bright lights, etc
4) Since he is only half-were, he doesn't have a 'separate' animal identity that many pureblood weres like his mother seem to have

Weaknesses:
1) Easily startled by sudden loud noises (although he has learned to curb showing his surprise through facial expression, the jump of his heart or minute jerk of his muscles gives him away)
2) He has an irrational fear of large bodies of water (again, most likely due to his feline genes)
3) He has no magical abilities nor magical defences against it

Stance: Inactive/Uncaring

Special Power/Skill: The only thing that sets him apart from normal humans is his retractable claws, sharper teeth and ability to see very well in the dark. And of course, the strengths mentioned above.

Other: Since he is an Inspector, he carries a .44 magnum tucked in a belt holster at his waist that is constantly on his person, as well as a trench knife tucked in the left sheath of his holster and his badge tucked in his suit's inner pocket.

Hunter

Name: Kei Akagane
Age: 28
Ethnicity/Race: Japanese/Human

Appearance

Height: 169.3cm
Weight: 62.7kg
Eyes: Dark brown and narrowed, her irises are rather large behind her glasses and looks black most of the time. Her gaze is deadpanned and souless.
Hair: Black, long and straight, the ends of her hair reaches mid-back when it is pulled into a low ponytail.
Body Modifications: Standard ear piercings only, her ordinary looking earrings are actually crafted from the bones of her first kill.
Distinguishing Marks: Across her abdomen, she had puckered scars of four diagonal slashes.
Clothing: She likes to wear simple cotton tank tops and slacks in order to keep maximum maneuverability and range of movements. More often than not, she wears a midnight blue long coat over her outfit.

Personality: Kei is ruthless, pitiless and unmerciful towards those who oppose her, namely, the Supernaturals. She views them as abnormalities in the fragility that makes up the human race, and thus deserves to be killed lest they overtake the world and quite possibly wipe humans from existence should they wish it. If Hunters didn’t take matters into their own hands, who would? This feeling was born of a deep-seated hatred for the killer of her adoptive parents, as well as a quest for revenge long since fulfilled but still unsatisfied. Now, she hunts Supernaturals in a bloodthirsty spree.

While Kei is considerably more lenient towards her allies like the other independent Hunters and expresses human emotions around oblivious humans, she absolutely abhors traitors and persistent repetition of the same mistakes, whether it applies to herself or others. She will offer her medical expertise and first aid skills to anyone in need as long as they are not Supernaturals. When she was still an oblivious human, she felt deep and true emotions like everyone else and can, therefore act human when she is in her identity as Dr. Akagane and not Hunter Akagane. Her human mask is friendly and polite, her smiles welcoming, emphasizing the youthfulness of her face and making her seem rather harmless. Needless to say, that was far from the truth.

However, this façade is thin and fragile. The moment she senses a threat, the mask falls away faster than you can bring. She reverts back to the sneering, cruel Hunter with so much blood on her hands and red in her ledger. Her ambition to crush Supernaturals and have humans live no more in fear of becoming extinct comes first even with the amount of care she shows towards her fellow Hunters. She is crass and blunt with her words, not caring who it may offend as she doesn't believe in sugarcoating reality when there are so many other things in the wide world that can and will kill you in a second.

History: Kei's story did not start out a tragedy despite the fact that she was orphaned at the age of four. It was a freak accident involving an exhausted train operator, a joint track, and two colliding trains. Fuyuki and Osamu Akagane died in the early morning of March 12 on their way to work, leaving their young daughter behind in the world. Kei's aunt, Yura, was listed as her godmother, but Yura had her own family to take care of. With two children and a baby, she couldn't afford to support Kei too. Not on her meager income. Hence, Kei was sent to an orphanage. Despite her withdrawn attitude due to grief, her stay at the orphanage was not as intolerable as she had thought. Sure, there was always the odd child who tormented everyone, but the other kids were pretty friendly and understanding. After all, they were all there for the same reason. Here in the orphanage, she liked to spend time with the resident nurse, a sweet old lady who took care of the children’s various ails and illnesses. As a young child, she admired the lady and her ability to help people at their worst, no matter how small her aid was.

On her sixth summer, a young couple - Jinta and Aiko - adopted Kei due to their inability to create children. Out of all the available orphans, Kei's appearance was rather similar to the man's, prompting them to choose her, for her looks was close enough they could pretend she really was theirs. So once again, Kei's childhood life returned to normal, even if she left her hometown of Nagaoka to live in the bigger city of Kyoto with her adoptive parents. Brilliant at science, Kei’s childhood fascination with doctors and nurses quickly influenced her ambitions for the future, causing her to undertake the subject of human anatomy in her sophomore year of high school. And so from there, she undertook microbiology and immunology, graduating from high school with marks high enough to enter Touho University. There, she studied surgery and medical science, completing her honours at the age of twenty-one. During the following holidays, she worked part time in the hospital where she did her Honours in, paving her way to be an orthopaedic surgeon, seeing as quite a lot of patients came in with fractures, broken bones and such like. While gang fights, random violence and mysterious deaths were not unusual, her life was not directly plagued by sorrow, at least not for another year.

Then one day, her adoptive father went out for his bi-weekly bar night and failed to return home in the morning. Worried, her adoptive mother called his friends, as well as the bartender for the night before to question them. None of them seemed to remember Jinta making an appearance. Another day went by without news and Aiko called the police, who spent a fortnight scouring the areas Jinta frequented, the houses of any suspects they listed before finding his mauled body buried in the nearby park. The teeth marks left on his bones were apparently that of a large, wild animal, one that the authorities were absolutely sure was not local to this part of Japan, much less the local area. With no more evidence to identify the killer with, the case was closed, leaving Kei and Aiko to bury him and mourn. Two months after burying Jinta, a stranger clad in dark leather knocked on their door, asking after the mysterious death of her adoptive father. It wasn't unusual for people around these parts to know about the case, with such a close-knit district and gossipy old ladies. Deciding that it wasn't as though this man could harm Jinta anymore than the killer had, Kei opted to tell him everything. In response, the man handed her a silver-coloured cylinder and told her to be on the lookout, as "it already has your scent, but is scouting you out for the best time to strike". Before she could ask what that cryptic word meant, the stranger left.

She didn't need to wonder long about the statement and the even more mysterious stranger because the next night, a giant crash and suddenly, a large, brown creature was across the room, forepaws extended. It said right over the dining table and landed heavily on Aiko, knocking her out of the chair and slamming into the opposite wall. Her sharp shriek was abruptly severed at the sickening crack of bones snapping. One look at Aiko's limp form and Kei knew in the back of her mind that she had just lost her second set of parents. Screaming in a mixture of rage, fear and denial, she picked up her chair and threw it at the beast. The hardwood merely bounced off its flank and succeeded in drawing its attention to her. Lips pulled over menacing looking fangs, it snarled, prowling over as though wanting to take the time to savour her horror. Not wanting to take her eyes off the creature, she groped for the silver cylinder even if she didn't know what it could do in a situation like this, but she fully intended to at least throw it at the beast's head, hard. Her shaking fingers closed around the smooth hilt, squeezing tightly and unknowingly pressing an activation button. It unfolded into a silver baton, solid and heavy in her hands. In desperation, she swung out, managing to deliver a wallop to the animal's head. It hissed, retreating slightly as a red welt formed where the silver struck. Seeing an opportunity, she lashed out over and over again, not even hearing the whirl of sirens over the hisses of the creature until it vanished. When the police busted the door down, they were treated to the sight of a trembling Kei sitting on her haunches in the middle of the living room, staring at nothing as she clutched the baton to her chest.

When she was finally discharged from hospital, the stranger returned, intending on claiming back his baton. Kei refused to give it back to him unless he told her what the hell was going on. Following the man to his house - "temporary residence" as he put it - Kei learned everything he was willing to share about the Supernatural, and those who hunt them. Recalling how fast and strong the beast was, Kei couldn’t even begin to imagine the damage a handful of them could wreck on the human race. It was then her belief that Supernaturals needed to be dealt with arose. With the desire for revenge burning within her, she pestered the Hunter into taking her on, and followed him around for two years. In these two years, he taught her how to fight with a staff when it became clear she wasn't going to survive going hand-to-hand with a Supernatural, as well as firing a crossbow. "They are easier to conceal and near-silent with fired compared to a gun", was his reasoning. Her first kill was a poly-therian, a middle-aged man working as a bouncer of a nightclub. She stalked him, observed his daily activities and offed him with three silver bolts the moment he changed into a leopard. As a reward, her mentor forged a pair of earring from its bones for her.

At the age of twenty-five, when he deemed she was good enough to strike out on her own, he left her in Gravette. She didn't mind, using the first few months as a break in hunting. Instead, she bought a place of her own, a landed house with a basement she converted into a medical bay. The property itself wasn't very big, but her basement was easily split into the medical bay and cold storage. Being only one person, she didn’t need it to be very large. During her years hunting with the man, she ended up collecting samples of her kills as souvenirs, be it a bit of fur or a single feather, all of which are kept in the top drawer of her cupboard. In order to blend into the society, she applied for a job at the local hospital. The position allowed her more freedom for working hours - which does her night job wonders, and seeing as she was not the only orthopaedic surgeon there. She has been living in Gravette for three years now, and hasn’t found an excuse to leave.

Weapons:
- Collapsible titanium bo staff with retractable spearhead made out of pure silver on each end. These points activate with a twist of the wrist from the hand-hold of the staff, clockwise on one end and anti-clockwise on the other. She tucks this into a sheath at her right hip.
- A rapid-fire crossbow designed to shoot one arrow every second if the trigger is held down. If fired in a semi-automatic manner, it can shoot twenty-four bolts before needing to be reloaded. The limbs of the crossbow can be folded, as can the stock, and the sniper scope is detachable. Compacted, the crossbow can be fitted into a suitcase, and assembling all parts for use will only take her less than half a minute, as she can aim without the scope if the situation is dire. Spare ammunition is kept in the suitcase. This is her main hunting weapon.
- She keeps a compact medical first aid kit on her at all times in the form of a padded leather pouch looped through her belt and seated at her left hip. It contains compression bandages, burn dressing, iodine solution, a small injection syringe and morphine shots, antibiotic ointment and packets of gauze dipped in clotting agents.

Supernatural Target: Kei specializes in hunting therians (weres), but also makes a point to hunt Supernaturals who manipulates the wills of humans as she abhors the idea of mind-slaves.

Strengths:
1) Skilled medic: From a simple flesh wounds to fractures limbs, given the right equipment, she can treat them.
2) Skilled marksman with the crossbow and polearms expert
3) Agile and fast, what she lacks in strength and stamina, she makes up for with quick reflexes, stealthiness and evasive maneuvers

Weaknesses:
1) She is not physically strong, nor does she have good endurance. Although she is fit, she cannot hope to best the average Supernatural in direct, close combat.
2) While she is stealthy for a human and takes care to remove traces of unique human scent, any Supernatural with an enhanced sense of smell can pick out the scent of blood clinging to her due to her non-Hunter profession.

Stance: Active

Other: N/A

[GingerBoi123]

Erin Herne

Name: Erin Herne

Age: 25

Ethnicity/Race: Human (hunter)

Appearance:

Under his coat is a number of harnesses and holsters

Personality: Erin has transformed into a cold, sadistic hunter who very much enjoys his violent work. However, if you were a human, you’d have no idea. Erin appears very cool, calm and collected around the presence of regular humans. However, when he is on the hunt (which he very much enjoys) Erin becomes creepily gleeful. In fact, his work gives him no greater sense of joy.

Erin has developed a deranged sense of self-righteousness, however, when a target gets away, he fills up with such rage and hatred that he flips into a brief rampage… in which case you will find a slight dilemma of random property damage. There is nothing that frustrates him more than a failed hunt, which makes him so persistent if you are being hunted by Erin.

History: Erin’s hatred of supernaturals wasn’t taught but triggered. At the age of 14, Erin’s parents were fed upon by a Vampire. Erin heard a loud slam and crashes from his parents’ bedroom. Erin rushed out of bed and barrelled into the room, to find the sight of his father face down in a pool of blood and a pale human with his mouth around his mother’s neck, two small streams of blood trickling down. Erin launched himself at the vampire who knocked him aside, crashing beneath the very window pane the vampire crept through. The vampire laid his mother on the bed and began to creep back over through the window pane, seemingly satisfied with his meal and stepping over the dazed boy, who was about to fade into unconsciousness.

A gunshot echoed out, snapping him back to reality, and the assailant crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain. A heavier pair of boots thumped in front of him, and a shadowy figure crouched down and plunged a stake of wood into the creature’s heart. The shadowed man turned around, and lifted Erin onto his feet, while he was still stunned and confused. This man turned out to be his future mentor, and trained him in everything he knew about being a Hunter.

However, this mystery man also met an untimely death much like his parents. After spending two years of harsh, rigorous training, he had decided to let Erin join him on his first hunt for a supernatural. A werewolf, to be exact. This was when he acquired his iron sword, the same sword he carries to this day. Erin was not given the full history of the target, and it turned out that the werewolf had no victims. However, he was taught that a threat was still a threat, whether it acted or not. His mentor, and adopted father for the past two years, charged at the grey humanoid, firing two rounds of pure silver bullets, each whizzing past the beast’s head. The experienced hunter had misplaced his trust in his aim, and in a flash, the werewolf was upon him, keeping him in a tight headlock. The wolf took a bite into his upper torso, blood spraying out, covering it’s maw. His gun scattered across the concrete pavement to Erin’s feet. Shakily, the 16-year-old picked up the gun, and aimed as steadily as he could. With a squeeze, the gun fired, and the bullet flew through the cold night air.
The bullet struck the wolf in the chest, sending searing pain to the wolf, the bullet was enough to kill the wolf. However, it also pierced the hunter’s chest, and that combined with the bite wound was enough to allow him to bleed out. However, it was not sure whether the werewolf bite had already infected his mentor, so he gave his student one final task. Decapitate him. This would ensure that he would be dead and did not become a werewolf. His body was beyond help. Tearfully, Erin fulfilled the master’s wish and scavenged all of his gear with him. He walked away, prepared for his life ahead as a hunter, and over the next 9 years, his hatred for supernaturals only grew, and his dedication and obsession with hunting only grew.

Weapons:
- Collapsible Iron katana. Named "Soul Stealer"
- Modified Glock 17 9mm automatic pistol, fires silver bullets. Named “Reaper's Grasp”.
- Standard Supernatural Hunter gear (stake, silver cross, holy water, pure gold knuckle duster etc.)

Supernatural Target: His favourite prey are Vampires, but is prepared for all targets and situations.

Strengths: Very skilled with his katana due to practice, as well as a good aim with his gun. Extremely combat capable, and agile too, able to keep up with most supernatural.

Weaknesses: Easily prone to rage, frustration and has a big ego. He has a shitty personality, and is extremely uncaring and unempathetic towards supernaturals and even humans, only concerned with hunting and hunting alone, giving him a one track mind. Persistent and bullheaded.

Stance: Active

Other:

[Thecrash20]

The Reaper

Name: Grim Segador ( Or Whatever fits him for the time)
Age:Several Millennia
Supernatural Race: Psychopomps
Ethnicity/Race: American

Appearance:

Personality:
Grim is a incredibly cynical individual, still with a soft side for his work. As a human, he blends in as much as physically as possible and has a 'cover' life that he lives. Being around since the dawn of known time, he has an amazing way with words. He also has a very strange set of codes and standards him and his brothers share, very similar to the way humans have had in times past. When dealing with other supernatural entities he can come off as challenging to the ones that act arrogant, disrespectful, or rash to him, his kind, or Humans. Mostly due to his firm belief that he is a part of life itself while others are just abominations made by ungodly beings or Humans themselves.

History:

In the beginning of the human existence( or at least when they were first conceived the notion of having a soul) the Psychopomps were born. They were entities not seen or heard by all but the most gifted humans. They also cannot be 'killed' only locked away or casted out from anything for a few seconds or a few millennia, depending how they were locked away and how many others share the same purpose. At first they vastly outnumbered the human population and many of them did not know their purpose, including Grim. Wandering aimlessly around the world until their purpose was awakened. As the human population grew and began to cover the world, more and more of the Psychopomps would 'remember' their purpose of existence. They all shared one goal, to guide and protect the Dead or dying's souls as they prepared to enter the afterlife. While they know this purpose they have no true idea what the afterlife is or any known gods or even the existence of legendary entitys that Human dogma has created. For they are not demons or spiritual beings, they are a part of life. Death. Many of Psychopomps have forms as they see fit, some only having the form their dying client would want to see death as. Humans have made many of these Psychopomps frightening spirits or demons, due to the natural fear of death all humans share, but this is isn't any further from the truth. As they are in no way evil. Other mystical creatures are partial to blame for the misunderstanding of Psychopomps, as some take evil forms similar to how they are described to take human souls to fuel there powers. This is where Grim comes in.

Grim's purpose is known by his brethren as one of the most important and carry the most burden. His purpose was founded in the earlier years of the Medieval Period of humans, after the creation of 'Black magic' or any magic not naturally given to Humans. Grim's purpose is to the hunt down the Humans who use Black Magic to kill humans, this is known as a great crime in the codes of the Psychopomps as it is causes unnatural death by a creature who was born by natural causes. The second part to this purpose is to hunt down Humans that prolong their life by Black magic, breaking another code as trying to cheat a natural part of life, that being Death. The final part of his Purpose is to end all humans that try to ascend into some other form using Black magic, as the Psychopomps do not recognize any spiritual beings, all other creations are abominations of humans fooled by their thirst for power.

Grim will double as a human to get close to the Human in question. His natural gut instinct will naturally lead him to these that use Black magic, but sometimes this is not always true. So in response he collect as much information as possible on the Human before rendering judgement. Recently he has heard news from his brethren that many supernatural occurrences are happening in the city of Gravette. Recently setting up a home and temporary life here to find out if Human's are the ones to blame.

Grim is not limited to fighting just users of Black magic. It is the natural born right of every being to defend their lives. As death by a predator or opponent is just as natural as any death. If he in confronted by any humans or creature who may try and challenge him, he will not break any codes in harming or killing them. Although it is Grim's personal opinion to not take the soul of any that are not within grounds of his purpose.

Powers:
Human Form- When he is wanted to be seen by all, he may turn himself to a human. The face and shape being as he desires and may change it in any given time, but the Human will always be a Man and dressed in an all black suit. As a human he has super strength, senses, and regenerative abilities. Although he may not harm any normal Human in this form or knowingly cause harm, due to it breaking the codes of unnatural cause.

Reaper Form- This form is the one that strike fear in his enemies and allies alike. Grim takes the true image as the Grim Reaper. His sickly grey body is wrapped in bandage and covered in a cloak. A dark empty hole replaces his face that hides under his hood. When he is in a relaxed form he is hunched over and moves slow, leaving a black fog trail in his wake. When he is engaged with his Prey he stands tall to an almost 8 foot length. He moves with supernatural speed and contains the strength of twenty men, or so he boasts.

Undying- Grim cannot truly die, but can be locked and casted away. To be casted away, he must be subjected to any of his weaknesses. In human form, he also cannot die to any natural cause, but if Magic is used on his Human Form he is reverted to his true form and open for all to see that have witnessed his human form take damage.

Unseeing - In his true form he cannot be seen by humans that don't have an affinity or gift to see his kind. He can only interact with inanimate objects and may not interact with a living being unless they have seen him. The only way to see him is through the power of Magic, to actually accept his presence, or he willingly reveals himself. He can be hidden again if the human accepts his presence as leaving or is cast away.

Telekinesis- Can only used when wielding Purgatory
Nether Beam- Death magic that fires a Beam of Deathly energy. Can only used when wielding Purgatory
Intangibility- Can only used when wielding Purgatory
Death- Can only be used when his target is defeated. He calls chains of an unknown origin that wrap around the Victim's soul and pull him and Grim into the Passageway.

Weapons:

Purgatory- The weapon mostly wielded by Grim. This Black staff is created by Death Magic and forged from the 'Tree of life', the head of the staff is shaped into three large curved Raven talons. It gives him the ability to caste his Death Magic. The weapon can also be used to block black magic, but still a drainage to his life force.
The Reaper- The weapon imagined by most humans when his kind or his name is mentioned. This long bladed Black Scythe is created by the life force of Grim. It contains no magic and contains no special properties to it. The weapon is only used when Death Magic is useless or in close calls. It mostly used when the his Death power is in effect. The Weapon has no true length as it's staff can extend and collapse at will, making it a very unpredictable weapon.

Weaknesses:
Magic: Like all natural creatures of life, Grim is weak to magic. While conventional weapons do nothing, but scatter and disrupt his form, Magic will damage him. Normal magic is the weakest to him, Black magic could become a threat, while White Magic is the most deadly to him. It is unknown to him why White magic is dangerous to him as he is not an evil entity. He assumes it is dependent on the user and their personal beliefs of him and his kind. Any weapons enhanced with any of these magic's can also cause damage to him.
Spiritual Devices or Objects: Any item, Idols, symbols, or books that are involved in Religious Human Dogma is poisonous to Grim and his kind. The reason is also unknown to him, but he thinks that it empowers the idea of his kind being evil, which means it also is dependent of the user and the Dogma that the item portrays.
Life Force: This is the closes thing his kind has to 'life'. It is essentially the energy that flow within each of his kind, as they do not need to sleep, eat, breath, or be harmed by natural physical means. The amount depends on the individual and usually is linked to their purpose. It is possible for his kind to use their powers and waste away their life force, self casting themselves away.
Stance: Oblivious

[Yuuta]

Ayane

Name: Ayane Shinimura

Age: 103

Supernatural Race: Kitsune

Ethnicity/Race: Japanese

Appearance:

Human

Fox

In her human form, Ayane wears a leaf hair pin, which is a part of her concealment spell. The spell hides her ears and tail, and makes her hair appear to be an ordinary shade of black, making her look no different from an ordinary human. When she wishes to reveal herself, crimson markings appear around her eyes, down her arms, and down her back, signifying her divine nature.

Personality: Curious, optimistic, and aloof. Ayane is an impulsive fox with little concern for long-term consequences. She does what she feels like, though she is a kind-hearted creature, so this rarely involves causing harm or mayhem. She is accepting of all kinds of people be they sinner or saint, and enjoys learning about the way other people think. However, she has a ruthless side should she conclude that you are her enemy and has no qualms bloodying her hands should the need arise.

History: Ayane was born in an ordinary litter of fox cubs, raised by kind and loving parents. She was protected while her parents taught her how to fend for herself as well as how to use her magical abilities, but the urge to venture off is stronger than familial ties among kitsune. She was neither the first nor the last of her litter to break away, but one day she felt she was able to take care of herself, and set off to see the world.
She flitted from place to place, sometimes living as a fox in the wild, other times mingling among the humans. The city of Gravette, though, intrigued her. She found the turmoil that existed under the city’s mundane surface fascinating, and so decided to settle down and stay for a while. She got a job at a local Starbucks, and has been living in the city for about a year.
In that time, she occasionally got herself wrapped up in the war. She befriended some fellow supernaturals, helped hunt some rival supernaturals, and even fended off a hunter or two. To her, it is all one big game, and she’s found herself a little niche.

Strengths: -Ayane has been taking self-defense classes at a local gym, and has proven to be a rather tough girl despite her dainty appearance.
-Ayane is a survivalist and knows quite a lot about nature and how to live in the wilderness. She also has a green thumb.
-Ayane has sharp senses, including a keen nose, eyes, and ears. While she can’t track an individual’s odor, she can identify scents that the average human cannot.

Weaknesses: -Ayane is careless and aloof. She is still young for a kitsune, and her reckless actions can easily get her in trouble.
-Ayane has quite a bit of “street smarts,” but “book smarts…” not so much. Her reading comprehension and math skills would probably be too weak to get her a GED.
-Ayane is good at getting out of tight situations, but she is prone to panic when she’s cornered or outmatched.

Stance: Officially inactive, though she has been known to help people that she likes on both sides of the war. She is perhaps a bit too naïve to fully process the consequences of such actions…

Special Power/Skill: Foxfire: The fundamental force behind all kitsune magic. In its raw form, foxfire is a pale blue flame that can either give off a warm light, or burst into a blazing inferno. The flame is divine in nature, so it is effective against even creatures that are immune to mortal flames.
In addition to combat, foxfire is also used in illusory magic. Ayane coats herself in foxfire to make herself appear human; she can also change her appearance as she likes. She can create false sounds and images, and has learned to use the flame to forge legal documents.

Kitsune Movement: Ayane is more swift and agile than a normal human. She is capable of all manner of acrobatics, can leap great heights and distances, and can even land lightly from great heights. She has impeccable balance, capable of standing on tightropes with a single foot, and can even walk across bodies of water.

Other: All kitsune possess a glass sphere called a “Hoshi no Tama” or Star Ball. This glass sphere is the source of a kitsune’s magical powers, and if one manages to steal it, they can neutralize a kitsune’s powers, potentially enslaving them until they decide to give it back. Yukine keeps her Hoshi no Tama in her apartment, disguised as a cheap necklace in her jewelry box.

Claude Valmont

Name: Claude Valmont

Age: 32

Ethnicity/Race: French

Appearance:

hands up!

Personality: Sarcastic and cynical, it’s easy for him to rub people the wrong way. He mostly thinks logically, and rarely reveals his emotions besides amusement. He enjoys indulging in the finer things in life, and so is financially driven. He treats others as acquaintances at best, and there is nobody alive that he would truly call a friend.

History: Claude grew up in an orphanage that was run by the Catholic Church. For one reason or another, he was never adopted, and little choice but to pursue a life as a man of the cloth. However, Claude was not a humble child, and he wanted more than such a life could give him, so he parted from the church as soon as he came of age.

Claude took the world of underground fighting much more readily than he did to priesthood. He learned to fight the hard way, suffering plenty of losses while he was young, but before the fights crippled him, he was able to sharpen his Savot and dirty fighting skills to earn him quite a reputation… until he faced off against a supernatural.

One day, there was something off about his opponent. Perhaps it was the fact that he brushed off a liver kick like it was nothing, or perhaps it was the fact that he had more strength than muscles that size should have been able to produce, but Claude knew the man he was fighting was no human. One the brink of defeat, he used the last resource he had, his religious upbringing, and recited a prayer to banish demons. It seemed to make his opponent uneasy, and provided just the distraction that Claude needed.

After the fight, his opponent’s manager approached him, and informed him that he had fought a lesser demon, and offered him a deal to fight some more. They were supposed to be rigged fights, ones that the demons would throw to make the manager profit, but Claude had a better idea. He wanted to see if he could take these creatures out legitimately, and so he returned to the church to arm himself against demons.

Claude discovered he was good at it. Very good at it. Eventually he left underground fighting altogether, and started hunting demons on behalf of the Catholic Church. The church wasn’t thrilled with his less-than-pious personality, but they couldn’t deny his results. He has since tried to keep good relations with the church, as they supply him with most of his holy materials.

He eventually made his way to Gravette, a city chock full of clients and targets, and opened a private investigation firm. On paper, he handles infidelity cases. But those with the right connections, know him as a hunter, one that has never let a mark escape. His prices are high, but his results are undeniable. Anyone with a grudge against a supernatural being is welcome in his office… well, their money is anyway.

Weapons: Penance – A customized Colt Python. The sight has been modified into a crucifix, which has the typical debilitating effects of the holy artifact while Claude aims at his prey. It fires .357 Magnum caliber rounds. The bullets are made of silver and custom designed to splinter upon impact. All of Claude’s rounds are soaked in the blood of Christ before he deems them worthy of use.

Apostle – A collapsible silver baton with a pointed tip, perfect for impalements. By squeezing the handle, Claude can electrify the baton with 50,000 volts of electricity. It has been blessed by The Pope with holy water, and has Deuteronomy 33:27 engraved in Latin: “He will thrust out the enemy from before you, and will say, ‘Destroy!’”

Sacrament – A 4’’ silver hunting knife. The blade was tempered in the blood of Christ. In the hilt, he keeps a capsule of anointing oil. By squeezing the hilt, he can cause it to secrete the oil and coat his blade.

Hidden Blade – Claude’s right shoe has a retractable silver blade that has been blessed with holy water.

Zippo Lighter – A silver lighter decorated with Christ imagery. The base of the lighter has a small ring. Pulling the ring reveals a small spool of retractable fiber wire, lubricated with anointing oil.

Supernatural Target: Specializes in demons, but he’ll take on anything.

Strengths: -An expert in Savot boxing, knife fighting, and dirty fighting. Also a capable marksman.
-His connections to the church give him a supply of holy weaponry, and all the scriptural knowledge one needs to hunt down demons.

Weaknesses: -His colt python is powerful, but can only hold six rounds before he has to manually reload.
-He is a smoker, and doesn’t have the lung capacity for long chases, or the speed to keep up with many supernaturals should they decide to flee.

Stance: Active. He will hunt any supernatural that he is paid to, but will ignore any supernatural that is not on his hit list. He’ll wait until someone is willing to pay to have him take them out.

Other: He has a tattoo of Psalm 18:32 in Latin on his back: “It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of deer, and sets me on high places. He teaches my hands to make war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.”

[BlackPanther]

dragon

Name:
Paon Plume

Age:
93 (looks 23)

Supernatural Race:
Lightning dragon

Ethnicity/Race:
Caucasian

Appearance:
Human:
His human form stands at 5 foot 9, but he weighs the same as in his dragon form. (Luckily he doesn't look it) his muscles are lean and rather misleading to how strong he actually is. His hair is a pale blonde with faint strands of other colors, luckily hair dye is a thing so it isn't suspicious. His eyes and some markings follow him into this form. His eyes are oddly opal in color in both the iris and the pupil leading to him appearing blind even though he is not. Underneath his ribs are pale blue stripes that connect on his back, this has lead to him wearing longer then average shirts since the stripes end around the pelvis area.

human

His dragon form is about the size of a Clydesdale.

dragon form

Personality:
Paon is not your typical dragon. At least, not for his type. Where others are hot tempered and typically act before thinking, Paon is hard to anger and never acts without thinking it through (though he has his moments) He has sarcastic moments, but is usually sinply level headed. However, if his buttons are pushed enough, he explodes with anger since he typically bottles that anger. It is probably not healthy.

History:
Paon was abandoned after hatching. He was small and not only small but also appeared to be blind. This was not the child that two strong dragons wanted. Seeing Paon as small and blind they ignored him and eventually simply abandoned him. Luckily he had a human form he was able to take to live as a beggar child. He slowly saved money through the years and lived by hunting in his dragon form before the war started.

He saved enough for him to survive on for many years but now milks the look of being blind. He is not wanting in the money department to say the least.

His first run in with a hunter was when he was 20. He had managed to hide so well he hadn't worried about it but this hunter knew what to look for. They fought and Paon bled as wound managed to develop on him. He managed to win that fight, but barely. He is now weary of humans and tries his best to stay hidden.

Strengths:
Dragon form
Being underestimated
Pretty good at defense

Weaknesses:
Human form doesn't have scales

Stance:
Inactive

Special Power/Skill:
Lightning (breath and hands)

Other:
-Paon now only takes his dragon form when he feels safest.

[Rusalka]

*CHARACTER REDACTED*

[FantasyChic]

Pippa St. James

Name: Pippa St. James

Age: 26 (Appearance); 120 (Actual Age)

Supernatural Race: Succubus

Ethnicity/Race: British

Appearance:

Human Appearance

Demonic Appearance

Personality: Pippa is a no-nonsense woman who knows what she wants and goes to get it by any means necessary. She can be sweet when she chooses to be and is easy to get along with, provided she holds the upper hand. However, don't be fooled by her good looks or candied words, she is usually out to satisfy her own desires.

She can be intimidating and in your face when she feels threatened. She isn't afraid to fight back should the need arise. She looks out for number 1 and rarely makes or keeps friends. If she considers you a friend, you must have done something really good for her, or she owes you a favor she can't hope to pay back. Regardless, she picks and chooses her confidantes carefully.

Being a Succubus means she is very driven by her sexual desires. She isn't picky about her type of partner provided they give her the sustenance she desires.

History: Little is known about how Pippa came into existence. Was she born of human parents and made a deal with a demon? Was she always a Succubus and lived off the desires of others her whole life? Those who know her true origin are no longer living. She made sure of that.

Pippa lived through quite a bit of history, seeing the world shape in different ways. Humans were such fascinating creatures, the way they continued to incite wars with each other or oppress their own kind. It mattered very little to her. She wanted only one thing: to remain beautiful and young forever. In order for that to happen, she needed to satiate her desires with a counterpart. At first, she fumbled a bit, bedding simple men she met in alleys or idiots drunk enough not to know better. Soon, she was able to court just about anyone she laid eyes on. She would not kill them unless she desired it. She didn't want unnecessary attention drawn on her and her practices.

She had few run-ins with authority. Police were no match for her. However, it was the Hunters that came into her life that posed the real problem. They were able to pinpoint her and attack her. She fended off a few attacks, but it was becoming increasingly clear she could no longer stay in one place at a time, less she be killed.

Traveling was not as glamourous as she hoped, but she was able to feed herself and have fun while doing so. The years went on and she was able to hid in plain sight often enough to avoid the gaze of the hunters, who seemed to give up their search.

The current year, she heard of a city called Gravette. Rumors spread about the city and its new population. If there was any place for her to call her home, perhaps it was this city. However, the war was imminent between the Hunters and the Supernatural. Pippa couldn't be bothered. Surely there were better things to do..or better people to do, for that matter.

Strengths: Pippa is a beautiful woman in her own right, but combined with her Succubus heritage adds a level to that, making her desirable. She is able to charm people with her looks and words to get them where she needs them. Due to her demonic nature, she has increased strength, agility, and stamina. In her Demon form, she is able to fly due to her wings. She is also able to cast some magic to help her get out of sticky situations.

Weaknesses: As a Succubus, Pippa requires pleasure from sexual acts. She is only able to bed with men, as she needs their seed to sustain herself. If she were to sleep with a woman, there would be a chance she could perish. She is unable to charm Angels or other Succubi/Incubi, as they have the ability to dissuade themselves from her charm. If she is killed in her human form, she can still live on, but if she is killed in her Demon form, she is permanently dead.

Stance: Inactive/Uncaring - Pippa knows about the war, she just couldn't give any less of a damn if she tried. She would rather kick back and have fun than outright battle Hunters or her own kind. That does not mean she won't fight back if provoked or called on, but she won't go out of her way to be drafted into any clan or army. She has a life to live, after all.

Special Powers/Skills:

• Demon Form - In this form, Pippa's appearance changes. She is able to fly with her wings, attack with her claws or tail, and is stronger, more agile, and able to fight for longer periods of time without getting tired.
• Supernatural Beauty - Her Succubus nature makes her extremely desirable to others. She is able to use this to get others to do her bidding.
• Invisibility - Pippa is able to turn herself invisible in both her human and her Demon form due to the talisman she acquired from Darnies. She can't be seen by the naked eye, but can still be seen in infared.
• Life-Force Absorption - In order to remain how she is, she needs to feed off of the sexual desires of men. She is able to use a "kiss of death" to absorb their life to feed herself. Though she typically doesn't do it, she is able to kill this way.
• Enslavement - In her Demon form, Pippa is able to kiss another person and have them do her bidding. A strong mind can fight against this, but a helpless person is unable to withstand her charm and is a servant to her needs.

Other: TBD

[Bishop]

Phantom God

Curiosity

Darkness

Name: Curiosity / Darkness | Age: Sometime B.C. or A.C. | Race: Phantom Tulpa | Personality: Curious / Evil

History:
Created by the collective consciousness of all the people in the world derived from curiosity. As it was the collective thought and feeling of curiosity of the whole world that created it, it was already autonomous and possessed a conscious of its own. As it developed itself "psychologically", it became more and more twisted, affected by the negative energies that overwhelmed their counterpart. As it tried to make sense of what was happening, it convinced itself that this change wasn't meant to happen and so it denied and pushed away all the undesired energies gathered within, leading to the manifestation of a dark entity, a tulpa of it's own if you may. It wasn't as much as a tulpa but rather a part of itself. It literally divided itself in 2 separate entities, both dependant on different thoughts and feelings. One was the incarnation of curiosity while the other fed off all the negative energies around it. Both things knew that if their significant other exhausted it's existence, they shared the same fate.

Strengths
Curiosity has a lot of knowledge while Darkness has the strength of a poltergeist.

Weaknesses
Only the Darkness has any notable weakness, as it's made of pure negativity it can be easily countered.

Stance
Passive for the manifestation of curiosity / Active for the being made of concentrated negativity

Special Power/Skill
The manifestation of curiosity can phase in and out of planes while additionally having the ability to turn invisible It's appearance changes, different for everyone, so as to draw the least attention.
The dark entity only has the power of a poltergeist, that "haunts" Curiosity, as it's only the manifestation of negativity the curiosity tulpa has gathered itself.

[NightmareInd]

Charlie Dent

Name: Charlie Dent
Age: 27
Supernatural Race: Mauvais Dentes
Ethnicity/Race: Dutch

Appearance:

Human form:


Wesen form:

Personality: He is a very caring person, who goes long ways to protect his friends. This doesn't mean he won't protect others in need of help either. He believes most life is worth protecting, no matter what race, as long as the life in question respects other life as well.
History: Born without knowing his supernatural side, Charlie grew up a normal boy. At his 12th birthday however, his parents told him about why he always felt just a little different (and why he only ate meat). 2 years later, his first time he became his Wesen form happened, and he soon learned to control it.

After graduating though, he learned about the war going on, and wished to take no part in it. Even though most people he knew were supernaturals, he couldn't even think about the idea of actively fighting hunters. He decided to try and live a normal life as much as possible.
Strengths: Fast, agile, stealthy, durable and (when in Wesen form) has razor sharp teeth and claws.
Weaknesses: Strengths weaken when in human form and he doesn't have anything like spells he can use, just his skills, meaning long range combat is not his favorite to say the least.
Stance: Inactive
Special Power/Skill: Can change between human and Wesen form at will.
Other: He has stripes on his back even when in human form, which he can hide underneath his clothes, but reveal him being a supernatural.

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John Walker (Hunter)

Name: John Walker
Age: 30
Ethnicity/Race: American

Appearance:

Personality: Always busy in his mind with taking down supernaturals. He goes to big ends to achieve this, sometimes overlooking obvious dangers along the way. It also makes him come over as ignorant to others who he doesn't pick a fight with.
History: When he was a teenager, his small farm house was attacked by a supernatural, which was really fast. He couldn't remember much of it, only that he lost both his parents in the attack. What he does remember is ever since that moment, he had a pure hate for supernaturals.

He soon got himself weaponry to take them on himself, starting out with a simple revolver and a knife. However, this wasn't enough, and with his first kill being mostly luck as the vampire ran straight into his blade, he realised he had to train to become stronger, smarter, but most of all, faster. However, even when training for years, he realised that his legs weren't enough to keep up with his enemies, so he took a bold decision: he found himself someone who had a pair of special prostetics, enhancing his fighting capability and most of all his speed, and cut of his own legs to be able to wear them.

Ever since he has been hunting down supernaturals on his own, specialising in those which are faster than the average human. But he was no average human anymore. He was a hunter.
Weapons: Two prostetic metal legs, which can be used as both short range guns and enhanced kicking - throwing knives - a desert eagle - a short sword.
Supernatural Target: Anything inhuman that goes fast.
Strengths: (VERY) fast, high agility and damage.
Weaknesses: Almost no defense, a few good hits is enough to take him down. Can also be pretty stubborn and does anything to get his goal, even putting himself in danger.
Stance: Active
Other:

[Sombrero]

Belligerent Biker

Name: Ralf Dangerfield

Age: 32

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian-something.

Supernatural properties: Rocks facial hair too powerful for its own good.

Appearance:


This image is a good place to start. He's a fair bit younger, his hair is still black, and his mustache isn't nearly that extreme, (Same shape and style, but it's shorter and doesn't go off of his face) but the resemblance is impeccable otherwise. Oh, and he's got the kind of facial scars on his left cheek that ladies don't like. The kind that make people look at you funny rather than think you're a ruggedly handsome indvidual. It consist of five "Claws", the two middle ones formed a big gash, giving him a wide and almost rippled spike of skin down to the corner of his mouth. A smaller, "Index" claw created a slightly shorter gash that ended in a point as it got caught on bone, luckily just before it could harm his mustache follicles. The pinky had a brief but memorable trip down his jawline, and on the other side, a little mark on the opposite side of his jaw where a thumb or bottom talon dug itself in as best it could. Each gash ends in a widened bit just above where it tapered off, as the appendage that dug into him was yanked up and down before finally getting wrenched out of his face.

Ralf is 5'10 feet tall and built like a boxer. Not particularly big or defined, but bulky enough to show that he's no layman, even in relatively loose clothing. On the rest of his skin, he sports the occassional slashmark similar to the one on his face. Sometimes bite scars as well. He typically wears leathery stuff, hardened trench coats, armored motorbike equipment and the like, to have some semblance of protection without drawing police attention. He has a beat up, wide-brimmed leather hat that fits low on his head, and he can tie it down under his chin. It just so happens to be padded and its interior lined with harder leather so that it functions as a helmet incognito, though he also wears his equally beat-up motorcycle helmet in less formal situations.

Funnily enough, his padded jacket, in addition to spiky plated shoulders, has the faded patch of a now defunct biker gang on its back... Mildly appropriate to his current career.



Personality: Ralf is blunt, calculating, and dry-humored. While austere in manner, he’s actually a rather amicable and outgoing person, but the nature of his business often has him wearing a solemn expression. When he drinks, he drinks bitter stuff, when he eats, he puts hot sauce on it. He's developed a taste for things that make him feel wide-eyed and alert... Though he'll usually dine on water and lighter vegetarian fare if he's been long on somebody's trail to avoid being smelled, because he's dedicated and meticulous like that.

He’s not the kind to get loudly or violently angry. He tends to go inward with things that stress him out, and his anger is usually slow-burning and seething. He experiences most of his emotions internally, and that builds up quite a bit. He meditates often to clear his head.

History: Ralf was born into a family of five in a hospital of Reno Nevada. The Dangerfield family happened to produce a particularly long line of members of a certain "Extralegal" neighborhood biker gang. They grew and sold various strains of illegal plants and sold them around certain areas of the small town they lived in, but all was not well, nor was it safe for the happy little family. Ralf lived a hard life, getting into fights with other kids, and even adults over territory disputes. He had been in and out of Juvvie twice, and things only got worse, until they peaked. An inner-city gang, a White Supremacist group whose name he doesn't care to remember, decided it needed more territory to sell its product at. Real violence broke out then. It was the first time Ralf had ever shot anyone, and the first time he'd ever been tried as an adult. He was acquitted, as it was in self defense, but the judge did manage to give him a few months of rehabilitation on unrelated charges. This was where he met a certain probation officer named Rob Quiang.

Rob and Ralf became good friends, and after a brief analysis of Ralf's particular set of skills, Rob was very forward in letting Ralf in on a bizarre secret. Rob was an older fellow with a very specific nightjob. Ralf never quite found out why he did what he did, he kept changing the story on him, but he was damned good at it. Rob also had a very interesting idea of rehabilitation. Using the meditative properties of Kung Fu and... Western Boxing practices, he aimed to exhaust some of Ralf’s deep-seated anger and strife, and focus his energy into more constructive pursuits. One of which included Jiangshi Hunting. The rest, they say, is history.

The two had killed their share of vampires, Chinese and otherwise, but if there was one thing Rob really drilled into him, it was the simple Taoist principle that not everything that isn’t human is evil. The undead and otherwise have just as much of a right to be around as anyone else, and the role of a monster hunter was to hunt monsters, not people. One such monster ended up killing Rob somewhere near the end of his training, and it gave him quite a memorable slap across the face. The local news got right on this, especially after Rob called the local man-eating bear they’d been having problems with “A were-beast” and vowed to take revenge. There’s no documentation showing he ever did, but some strange, charred bones were found in the woods. This is widely believed to be a local hoax, similar to the Hodag of Wisconsin.

He’s gone through several probation programs to clear up his record and slip a little further off the grid each time. Currently, he’s working his way cross-country and taking therapy to “work through his problems”, whatever that means.

Weapons:

A large 4-slug revolving “Bear” pistol, and a long-range Elephant Gun. It’s always been his tried and true philosophy to go into a supernatural investigation with big guns like these when coming into contact with corporeal creatures. After all, it hardly matter whether bullets kill it or not, a solid animal does not simply keep charging after getting shot with a stopping gun. These can be fitted with silver slugs if overkill is really needed that badly, but for the most part, these are meant to knock back/temporarily maim marks that he hasn’t analyzed yet.
A scoped hunting rifle with a custom suppressor. This is what fires his silver bullets. The suppressor does not cancel out the noise, but it does make the gun sound farther away than it is, and makes it harder to tell where the shots are coming from without finding the bullets.

A large, almost shortsword-like Bowie Knife with a cross engraved on each side and a silver-treated blade. A good all-around last resort weapon, usually hidden in his jacket.

He has an airtight container ring full of wolfsbane powder, usually worn on his right hand. This stuff seriously harms werethings, but it also seriously harms humans, so he rarely uses it except to renew his “Immunity dose”.

A big crossbow for firing sharp sticks. He has them in two flavors, regular wood (for regular vampires!) and peach tree wood (for Chinese Vampires)

Lots of jars of garlic, salt, and rosemary. (Including hot sauce, especially those that contain all three.) Keeps at least some of the nasties away.

Joss papers, incense bowls, and hippie crystals for good vibes. He doesn’t have much to combat spirits with, but given his training in Taoist Mysticism, he can be diplomatic with them.

Lots of books of post-it notes with the “Truths of Taoism” written on them in bold Chinese symbols. These are primarily for Jiangshi, but most creatures with a strong aversion to religious symbols may feel the same effects with these.

Small, sealed jars of dubious content, locked in a suit case, stolen from a children’s hospital. A virgin’s urine repels and may physically harm Jiangshi… Hell, it repels and “physically harms” everyone else, too.

A modern demonslayer’s greatest weapons: A laptop, notebook, pencils, and a toolbox full of minor construction and carpentry wares.

A 9-section chain whip, where the dagger end is a sharp, silver-treated cross. He’s no wushu master, but it does keep your average monsters at a distance, if only because there’s a sharp end.

2 milk jugs and a spraybottle of water blessed by a priest. Useful for hot, dry days, cleaning off the odd grunge… Oh, and throwing at the undead. That’s usually the more common application.

A shiny silver pocket watch, so he can subtly check for reflections while he’s checkin’ for time.

A home tanning lamp, which can plug into most US electrical outlets. He owns this mostly as a joke, since he doesn’t really know whether a sunlamp would actually have the same effect by giving off similar light, or if it’s the more mystical properties of the sun that burn vampires. Can’t hurt to try sometime, though. For science.

A bitchin’ motorcycle.

A jar of lactating bitch hormones that regular hunters use to bait traps. This is because lesser Jiangshi are usually scared of dogs, but hey, it’s one helluva signal for werewolves too.

A small camping trailer he usually pulls with his motorcycle, full of the aforementioned thingstuffs. But not the bike, of course.

His glorious mustache.

Supernatural Target: Though perhaps more 'classically trained' in Jiangshi and Vampire combat, He's a werewolf hunter at heart. Alas, a businessman must diversify. He'll plan and analyze any prey with a high enough price on its head.

Strengths:

He's an expert in Hung Gar, assorted forms in pressure point martial arts, and Boxing. This essentially means that while he can almost punch on par with some strong supernaturals as far as brute force is concerned, he's an expert at ducking, weaving, dodging, and rolling, directing force away from himself, and messing with the balance of his opponent, tripping them up or forcing them to move back more than they normally would for an attack of such force. This allows him to go hand-to-hand with Supernaturals in dire straits without being immediately eviscerated, and definitely makes him capable of keeping people much stronger than he is on their toes and hopefully away from him.

He is ridiculously equipped. Just ridiculously equipped.

He’s developed an immunity to Wolfsbane’s aconitum after years of training and years of accidentally drinking the remainder of the powder when he didn’t have the sleight of hand to empty the whole ring into someone’s drink.

He's 20/8 in one eye, making him a crack shot at mid to long distances, and an excellent observer of things.

Weaknesses:

He doesn’t know how to deal with ghosts and the incorporeal. He has no real weaponry or MO that deals with them specifically. The most he’s been taught to do is set up obstacles, weaken negative energies, and try to convince them to leave… Which doesn’t usually work, since he usually only tracks down criminal supers.

He prefers a “hands-on analysis” of crime scenes. While supernaturals tend not to hang around the scene of the crimes they’ve committed, it does get him into big trouble with the law, and he always does run the risk of meeting something he isn’t equipped to deal with.

He keeps his "Bad Eye" covered unless he's sure he's entering a close quarters situation. Trying to see through one eye where the other eye gets bleary messes with his observation. While his other eye is just fine, 20/20 vision, it messes with him when he's trying to look a long distance. However, keeping the patch on messes with his depth perception and peripheral vision, so he lifts it up or takes it off when things get personal.

The police aren’t fond of his antics, and, having been in the system already, are very quick to assume he’s up to something and get in his way whenever they can. Most officials that he’s actually told the truth to would have him institutionalised, if that was still a thing people could just do with the mentally ill.

Part of his new probation program is mandatory time with a therapist. Not only is he now tied to another person, who can be harmed, but he has to spend time off the job every few days. It absolutely boils his gravy.

Stance: Decidedly inactive. He takes no stock in contracts for suspected supernaturals, or supernaturals that haven't committed any crimes. He considers himself a lawman, or regulator, of people that policemen can't handle, not a soldier. Having grown up with the ideals of a family at literal war with racist skinheads, he finds the idea of a "War" between supernaturals and humans abhorrent and wrong, and he finds both sides to be misguided at best.

Other: He doesn't usually carry the vast majority of his arsenal, of course. However, he usually always has his pistol in his jacket, as is allowed by his concealed carry permit in most states. He also brings with him his vampire-checking watch, ring, and Jiangshi Sticky-notes. They're pretty useful, and don't take up much space, so there's no real reason not to have them. He also keeps his knife in a sheath on his belt, unless he's going to a particularly weapon-sensitive place, like a bank, convenience store, or orphanage... In which case he'll be a bit of a dick and hide it somewhere in his coat, like the gun. Also a bottle of hot sauce, which is usually more about making restaurant food more delicious, but it is an eye, skin irritant, and nose irrtant, (Especially for those with sensitive eyes, skins, and noses, like werebeasts) and it has garlic in.

Designated Annoyance Victim.

Name: Dr. Annabella Esteves

Age: 28

Ethnicity/Race: Hispanic…-ish. She tells the census she’s Hispanic for lack of better answers. Her family is mostly Cuban and Polynesian and Cajun. And Greek. And Bohemian… She’s pretty American, in other words.

Appearance: Annabella is fairly pretty and youthful. In all honesty, she hasn’t really changed that much in appearance since she first entered college, which causes the majority of people she knows to consider her a kid unless she adorns herself in something very strict and business-looking. She wears thick-rimmed glasses that make her eyes look big, which further impedes her adult appearance. Ralf refers to her as “Kid” and “Li’l Lady” quite often. Whether he does this to rustle her jimmies because he doesn’t like the therapy process and wants to get probation over without exposing much, or he does this sheerly because he has no idea how long it takes to become a therapist and therefore honestly doesn’t know that she’s only a few years younger than he is, is unknown.

If this isn’t enough, she’s also short and sort of chubby, so she looked younger than a college student when she was in college. However, this will probably prove useful in the coming days, since not only is she 5’3” and capable of hiding much easier than other people, but her guts and skeletal muscles are lightly armored with fluff, the alleged gladiator approach. She is slightly less likely to die in case of a supernatural attack...

Personality: Anna, although she can usually alleviate this to a degree during her sessions, is a very no-nonsense person who takes herself pretty seriously. This is, in part, because other people tend not to do that, and she’s not fond of the notion.

History: Annabella lived a fairly normal life in Minneapolis with her parents and two brothers. She was always planning to be a doctor of some sort, like her older brother and mother before her, but she found that her mom and brother were always the first to bring home the next new bug that was going around, so she decided to opt for treatment of things a little less contagious…

Dr. Esteves went to Stanford University and completed her degree… Fairly recently, actually. She was hired right out of college by a clinic in Gravette, who seemed to have a stunning lack of mental help available. Perhaps this was why everybody seemed to be getting stabbed all the time...

Involved Yet?: Her patients are, in some way, though she’s a fervent nonbeliever herself.

Strengths:

She started taking MMA classes and carrying a handgun around with her when bodies started showing up and her clients became increasingly eccentric. She isn’t a fighter, not yet, but she feels capable, which makes her less likely to crack under duress.

She runs a lot to clear her head. Since her head often needs clearing, she’s learn to run a very long way without getting tired.

She’s small and relatively light, meaning she doesn’t make that much noise when she’s moving around.

She’s really smart, and has some experience talking people down from instances of high stress and/or particularly drastic action.

While not quite Macgyver herself, she’s spent a lot of time with her dad’s garage, and he was a locksmith, chemistry, and shop teacher at various points in his life. She’s made her fair share of improvised devices to help her through certain conundrums. She’s also had to escape her fair share of locked rooms with fairly uppity patients...

Weaknesses:

She’s pretty easy to upset. Particularly when remarks are made about her age or her height. She’s not a very extroverted person, but being stressed does affect her decision-making abilities.

Stance: Actively oblivious. She doesn’t believe any of this stuff exists, and there are gangs of people out in the streets who need serious help.

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