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𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 '𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜' 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 - 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚎 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚢.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕.

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚊 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 - 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚙-𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎.

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜?

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CS

_{N A M E S U R N A M E
◄ AGE ▎ MALE/FEMALE ▎ HEIGHT ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Personal description, how your character acts and reacts, their general behaviour and attitude aswell as any notable reputations.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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From mortal nobody to Hunter somebody..

_{M E M O R I E S}

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Your character's dispositions on other NPCs and players, a memory could also be a moment shared between one or more people.

Basically character relations to PC and NPCs, you dont need to go deep on this.

_{C R E E D}

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Creed, pick one of five seen here.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597

_{D R I V E}

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Drive, pick one of many seen here.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597

_{E D G E S & P E R K S}

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You can pick two edges, and one perk - Found here! -----> roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597

Or One Edge, two perks.

Should look like.

Arsenal
-Perk 1
Sense the Unnatural

or

Sense the Unnatural
- perk 1
- perk 2

Not all edges currently have perks.

copy me

[CENTER][SUB][COLOR=cecece]N A M E S U R N A M E
◄ AGE ▎ MALE/FEMALE ▎ HEIGHT ►[/COLOR][/SUB][/CENTER]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]P R O F I L E[/COLOR][/SUB]

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Personal description, how your character acts and reacts, their general behaviour and attitude aswell as any notable reputations. [/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]D A Y S - G O N E[/COLOR][/SUB]

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From mortal nobody to Hunter somebody..[/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]M E M O R I E S[/COLOR][/SUB]

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[color=a8a8a8]
Your character's dispositions on other NPCs and players, a memory could also be a moment shared between one or more people.

Basically character relations to PC and NPCs, you dont need to go deep on this.[/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]C R E E D[/COLOR][/SUB]

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Creed, pick one of five seen here.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597 [/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]D R I V E[/COLOR][/SUB]

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Drive, pick one of many seen here.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597 [/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]E D G E S & P E R K S[/COLOR][/SUB]

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[color=a8a8a8]

You can pick two edges, and one perk - Found here! -----> roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391597

Or One Edge, two perks.

Should look like.

Arsenal
-Perk 1
Sense the Unnatural

or

Sense the Unnatural
- perk 1
- perk 2

Not all edges currently have perks.

[/color]

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𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚒) 𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝟸 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝.

𝚒𝚒) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 Lexicon.

𝚒𝚒𝚒) 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝚒𝚟) 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝙿. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝙿 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚝-𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔/𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

𝚟) 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑.

𝚟𝚒) 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝙾𝙲 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 - 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

-𝙳𝙳

[Smike]

Im here, figuring out what'll I be doin for a character

EDIT: Is there a list somewhere of what the different perks do? For the most part they seem pretty self-explanatory but if there's specifics that'd be helpful

[DeadDrop]

@Smike I haven't got to translating them all so bear with me.

[Smike]

Sure thing boss, no worries. I got the basics of a backstory thought out so I’ll flesh it out tmw and ask any questions that come up.

[Divine Darkness]

Slowly building a character.

[Smike]

@DeadDrop just to make sure, our hunters have been recruited/hired by the Monster-X company?

[DeadDrop]

@Smike

No, that's just flavor text.

You're a cell of novice hunters.

[Smike]

Ah I see, I thought the cell of novice hunters was under company control. Okay, thanks!

[DeadDrop]

Negative that would be bad :p

[Prosaic]

Gonna start on a CS soon.

[Smike]

throwing this here so I don't lose what I have thus far

My Hider

_{Ximena "Ex" Huang
◄ 33 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'8" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Ximena is a professional above all else. Having been raised for a corporate career before joining the tightly structured ranks of the military she believes in keeping things consummate. She doesn't have much in the way of close friends, perfectly capable of being friendly with people but preferring to leave space between her and them. She'll go out for a beer or head over for a barbeque and make pleasant small talk all the while but there's always some level of reservation.

When on the job, whether it be running guns into Chicago, attending a board meeting, or hunting the undead Ximena acts with purpose. She doesn't agonize over decisions or jump into things blindly, she simply takes the time she needs to identify the solution to her current problem before acting on it.

Her family sees a very different side of her. She's able to be a person around them, laughing often and smiling even more. She is devoted to her husband and even more so to her kids, determined to give them an easy life without needing to worry about Border Patrol or rip-off lawyers.

She is, of course, entirely terrified that they might end up dead because of her 'hobby'.

While her father was not a religious man her mother certainly was. Ximena was raised as a rural form of Folk Catholic. She believes in the Trinity and honors the saints even if the Holy See doesn't quite agree with her definition. While the Supreme Pontiff might object to her shrines to Santa Muerte and Jesús Malverde they have yet to steer her wrong.


_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Ximena was the product of a changing planet, born two years after the Cold War in the leader of the First World to parents from the Second and Third. Officially, Ximena's father Wei was an early adopter of the economic reforms that began to ripple across China in the late 70s while her mother Jacinta was studying business at the National University in Mexico City. They met when Wei was observing the fabrication company Jacinta was interning at, struck it off, and formed a family. Ximena was born in Arlington, Virginia and was thus the first in her family with U.S. citizenship. She would be groomed for a career building up her parent's burgeoning American business empire but ended up joining the Army. She served with distinction as a member of a Female Engagement Team in Iraq and Afghanistan before returning home to be a businesswoman.

While this version of events isn't necessarily wrong, it is a series of lies by omission. Wei Huang was no mere entrepreneur but a career smuggler out of Chongqing with ties to both the Triads and local Communist leadership. When the party's grip on business began to loosen he quickly established contacts with criminal elements in Hong Kong and the Western Hemisphere, specializing in the arms trade. The collapse of the Soviet Union opened a treasure trove of weaponry to the highest bidder, weaponry desperately needed by narcoterrorists and street gangs in the Americas.

Jacinta Molina was the only child of a widowed sicario in the Gulf Cartel, raised into the family business by her father. This was somewhat unusual for a girl but she had a knack for the trade, becoming an accomplished hitwoman and a minor underworld figure in her own right. By the 80s she was regularly running cocaine across the U.S border and assassinating noncompliant cops while attending college for the sake of appearances. When Wei came to Mexico to sort out a ship to the Gulf Cartel it fell on the Molinas to entertain him, thus beginning an international criminal connection.

Jacinta was drawn to the jet-setting lifestyle and exotic locations Wei visited in his work, and Wei was drawn to an attractive young woman fifteen years his junior. Neither party was particularly in love with the other but they enjoyed each other's company nonetheless and made a very good team. They spent a few years working and traveling together but this would be cut short by the arrival of a child.

With a daughter in their lives the pair pulled back from the business, settling into more subdued roles shipping guns up the Iron Pipeline and down into Mexico from their home base of Arlington, Virginia. On paper, Wei and Jacinta were running a reputable shipping business specializing in bulk dry goods and they instilled the importance of discretion into Ximena.

While her parents never hid the origin of their wealth and allowed her to participate it was always clear that the cover came first. This meant excellence in school and sports, a record devoid of even truancy certainly no flashy cars or wild nights at the club. Ximena went to private schools funded by stolen firearms, took part in robotics, chess and soccer competitions over spring breaks and shot AKs on her uncle's ranch in Mexican weed country, and helped to facilitate her first sale at the age of fifteen.

By sixteen she had shot a man, making her a professional criminal like her parents.

As far as their community, and more importantly, law enforcement was concerned the Huangs were the model immigrant family. They were hardworking people who spoke English and flew the flag, a common sight at barbeques and house parties. So when Huang Sr. was killed in his home no one could understand why. And such in such a grisly way too, his throat torn out so that the bed was soaked through with crimson.

Rumors abounded. Was it a serial killer? A sadistic robber? Perhaps punishment for infidelity? None of the suspicions held weight, nobody found any similarly mutilated corpses, and while infidelity was a part of the Huang lifestyle both partners had tacitly agreed to the other's activities.

Jacinta of course assumed that an old enemy had come for him, a rival from Hong Kong or Guadalajara taking him out like he had so many others. Ximena wasn't so sure. They weren't involved in the drug business and they had always been careful, staying neutral in wider gang conflicts so that their hands stayed clean. And if it was business, why had only he been killed when the whole family was involved?

She finished high school with top marks at seventeen (it's what her father would have wanted after all) but instead of applying to Berkeley or Dartmouth she allowed herself to be consumed by the mystery. The police had nothing helpful and there was little information to be found on online. Ximena was stumbling blind until she found a breakthrough by chance, when the prepaid rent on a storage unit in her father's name ran out.

Much of what she found while clearing the place out was useless or uninteresting, probably stolen valuables and mementos from Wei's travels. But there was a key to a safe deposit box and the bank it was in didn't care much about a dead gangster's privacy. Ximena slid the right people the right amounts and was allowed in.

The documents listed a history of transactions going back to the early 90s, a business so evil Wei had never brought his wife in on it. He had been shipping people across the globe, some kidnapped and others tricked, hundreds of them over the years. Ximena's first guess was sex trafficking but as she followed the trails back to the same few shell companies she found reports of grisly crime scenes and hastily abandoned warehouses.

She was eighteen when she pieced it together and nineteen when she allowed herself to believe it. Monsters were real, the Cucuy out of her grandmother's ghost stories did stalk the night. Her father had been selling people to vampires and had made the mistake of threatening them.

It was the kind of shock that made a person leap to rash decisions. Ximena gave her mother barely a day's notice before she shipped out to boot camp, joining the US Army in search of...she didn't know.

As a speaker of Spanish, English, and Mandarin she was an attractive choice for a translator. She was given cultural training and taught fluent Arabic as well as conversational Farsi before being sent to join the War on Terror as a member of a Female Engagement Team, supporting male soldiers and special forces by engaging with local women in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The work suited her, bringing a sense of peace that she hadn't felt since her father's death. The shock of his murder and the discovery of his side business rattled Ximena's morals. She had become keenly aware that her family profited off evil, not the fairly mundane shipping of arms and ammunition but literal blood money. While Ximena would never be considered a good person even she had a line she drew somewhere.

Upon her honorable discharge at twenty-four, Ximena set out to figure out what she was going to do. Having been raised a devout Catholic by her mother she knew her father had condemned himself to hell but familial ties demanded he be revenged anyway. The monsters he had worked with would be struck down as punishment for his sins and theirs both.

But just finding them would time, effort and money. Ximena spent nearly five years slowly piecing together the secrets behind the Masquerade, getting glimpses but never a full picture. Werewolves, demons, magic, all sorts of fairytales made real but her focus remained the Undead. Vampires were as smart, if not smarter than she was on top of being stronger, faster, and more durable, trying to tackle every other foe at the same time would be suicide.

Not her quest wasn't already. She got very good at ignoring that reality, building a life built on lies for herself just like her father had. She ran guns as was the family tradition, found a good man, and had kids with him. But while her husband knew she was an arms dealer and sometimes murderer he was unaware of her stockpile of silver bullets. He accepted her antithetical belief in God and tolerated the shrines to Santa Muerte and Jesús Malverde while remaining unaware of their true power to her.

As their children grew from infants to toddlers he asked her to ease off the arms dealing, terrified that she'd be shot dead in front of them. Ximena agreed, even suggesting a move to Baltimore. One of the smaller Huang front companies was located there and was easy enough to convert into a real business. While she wouldn't totally stop practicing the family trade she'd cut back, and become more legitimate.

Of course, Charles didn't know that she had found allies in Baltimore. The shift in careers was only to facilitate her years-long search for her quarry. Ximena willingly gave up some of her independence to ally with her parent's old organizations, sacrificing personal pride for a more steady stream of work. With the Gulf Cartel and the Triads feeding her contracts, she was able to stop searching for gangsters looking to buy and focus full-time on the Undead.

_{M E M O R I E S}
-James "Jim" Logan: Ximena's husband. They met through a friend and hit it off due to a shared interest in amateur robotics, quickly falling in love. Jim is understandably anxious about his wife's business under the facade of shipping, which is why she wouldn't even dream of telling him about her hunting.

-Ivana and Miguel Logan: Her children, twins at age six. They're bright kids with good futures ahead of them, and Ximena is determined to give them a life of luxury. Her work, legal and illegal, keeps her from seeing them as much as she might like so she tends to spoil them as a way to make up for it.

-The Men Behind The Screen: Ever since she stopped independent sales Ximena's dealings with the bosses down South and out East have been through encrypted connections and messages via courier. She couldn't positively ID the people paying her, and she likes it that way. A professional doesn't need to know anything more than "Route Shipment A through your company to this shell account at Point B."

As long as they pay her on time and give her the resources she needs she'll happily keep working for them.

More TBA as needed.

_{C R E E D}
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕

_{D R I V E}
𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎



_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
Arsenal: On paper Ms. Huang possess a Wear and Carry Permit for the state of Maryland, citing a burglary that occurred at her company office while she was working late as her reason for applying. She's regularly renewed said license and has not yet fired a shot in anger.

Ximena also has access to military-grade weaponry ranging from surplus carbines abandoned after the Second World War to modern machine guns sold off by disgruntled quartermasters, and she's not averse to using them against her enemies living and undead.

Global Access: While she's not a particularly skilled systems cracker Ximena has access to contacts from multiple international organizations, the triads and the cartels both quite happy to keep tech geeks on payroll. With a cheap burner laptop and a few minutes to contact the right people she can be granted access to pretty much any database she might need to snoop around in.[CHOOSE ONE]

[Benzaiten]

Interested. I like the premise. But I have never heard of this before and would perhaps need some assistance. So these supernatural monsters are known to all humans, it's general knowledge? Would it be very common to have come across one of these?

[Bazmund]

Hi! Is this set in the canon world of darkness setting? If so, is this a forum based or dice rolling sort of game?

[Divine Darkness]

@Bazmund

𝚒𝚟) 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝙿. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝙿 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚝-𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔/𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.

@DeadDrop

@Benzaiten
I'm not the GM.
But, generally in the World of Darkness setting vampires, werewolves, mages, and such are not known to the public. The average human believes these things to be myths and fairytales. Coming across such a creature and living to tell the tale is an extremely rare occurance.

[DeadDrop]

@Bazmund It's Canon, I'm using V5 lore, which has some differences from V20 if you're familiar.

@Benzaiten DD seemed to of covered this.

[Duoya]

Kind of barebones, but wanted to get something out before I get swamped this weekend.

Frank Buckner

Father Frank Buckner

_{◄ 56 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11 ►}

"Hallelujah, motherfucker. C'mon King, let's get a drink."

_{P R O F I L E}
Frank is gruff and has a poor temper, quick to lash out at those that get on his bad side. He does what he needs to as efficiently as possible, only talking when spoken to - and even then, usually only in sarcastic quips or brief statements. In most situations, Frank seems quite apathetic and disinterested, and when off the clock, he can almost always be found engaging in self-destructive behavior like drinking or gambling. The only time Frank seems to be alive is when he is confronted with the supernatural, of which he has an intense hatred thanks to a vampire having drained his daughter. His line of work and losing many people close to him have left Frank very difficult to get close to - the reason he has joined a newly formed Hunter Cell is because he wants to avoid forming personal attachments to those he worked with previously.

Frank has a notable reputation among Hunters for his seemingly suicidal tactics - or rather, the fact he has survived for so long despite them. Running at werewolves with only a knife or a pistol, dousing his fists in holy water and boxing a vampire in an abandoned house, setting his own church on fire because a changeling was inside, and all manner of insane maneuvers have been pulled by Frank, with him barely surviving each one. While many believe that Frank takes so many unnecessary risks in order to guarantee the death of his opponent, the real reason is that Frank has suicidal tendencies and doesn't have the courage to take his life while sober.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Born and raised in Charlottesville, Virginia, Frank spent most of his formative years watching films - he was especially fond of horror. He lived a quiet life, joining the high school football team and eventually graduating as a solid B student. Rather than continue his education at University like many of his peers, Frank would join the police force out of a desire to better his community. He became quite the rising star for the next decade or so, rising quickly through the ranks - and even catching the eye of a Forensic Scientist he worked with. They would quickly marry and have a daughter.

This was the happiest time of Frank's life. But unfortunately, it couldn't last forever.

While investigating a particularly gruesome homicide, Frank uncovered the culprit behind them was a Vampire, who had just moved to the region. Frank barely managed to escape this confrontation with his life and humanity - but the vampire was able to track down his home, and devoured Frank's 12-year-old daughter. Frank flew into a rage, shouting about how the supernatural was real and was responsible for the death of his daughter and civilians in the city - only to be looked at with pity and sympathy, no one believing him.

Frank's wife would take her own life only a month later, the death of her daughter and the ravings of her Husband being too much to bear.

Faced with two losses in such quick succession, Frank was psychologically devastated. He resigned from his post and spend several weeks in a deep depression, smothering his perception with narcotics and alcohol. It was only when watching the horror movies of his youth that he realized the cause of his terrible life - and the spark that lighted a fire in his heart. Frank would move on to gain priesthood, and despite all of his knowledge of the supernatural coming from movies and pop culture, he became a Hunter.

Frank would travel all across the East Coast, moving between Hunter Cells in search of the Vampire that took his family from him - but as he grows older, the fire in him is beginning to die out. He spends most of his free time at whatever bar serves the cheapest booze, and often takes unnecessary risks - even playing Russian Roulette alone, just to see how long he'll last.

This Cell is just the most recent in a long string, and while Frank can do his job, dealing with him during his downtime is a full-time career.

_{M E M O R I E S}
King: Frank's dog. A three-year-old Boxer, it would not be an understatement to say that King is the most important thing in Frank's life. While the dog is perfectly capable of handling himself, his death would almost certainly destroy Frank.

More TBA

_{C R E E D}
Faithful

_{D R I V E}
𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
Beast Whisperer
-Complex Commands
Repel the Unnatural