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Old 06-27-2019, 09:15 AM
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Name: Ricky Thomas
Class: Charismatic Hero / Personality
Nationality: USA
Background: from Modern or Fantasy PHB – Modern Jazz Singer (Bard); Celebrity / creative

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Ricky has always had a way with people. Where his name doesn’t open doors, his charm and winning smile gets the job done. He’s a sucker for the limelight and loves the admiration of others. His one true passion is his music. This modern-day crooner can belt out Sinatra or tickle the ivory on the piano with equal skill, and he would sacrifice for his music.
Characteristic Phrase: “I’m a lover, not a fighter”.
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Admiration: Ricky loves being in the spotlight, and likes being everyone’s friend.
Perfection: Ricky’s music is his life.
Bonds: Ricky’s rise to the top of the modern Jazz / Lounge circuit was based on more than talent and charisma. He is indebted to friends in high places within the Mob; and while he’s treated by the Mafia more like a mascot, there’s no doubt that they think of him as “their” singer.
Flaws: Too cocky at times, especially about his own talents and looks. He may be slow on the uptake because he thinks that everyone adores him.
Appearance: Young, tall and handsome, Ricky has that certain something that some men possess. He smiles easily and he seems to fill the room with his presence. His voice is a rich baritone that make people want to stop and hear. He was born with an odd mark on his left calf.

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A gorgeous female vampire. A lounge gig in Las Vegas gone very badly. Suddenly Ricky was thrust into a world he'd never believed existed.
After being approached by the Order he'd agreed to the training on a whim, with the stipulation that he could still perform and practice when he had a job. The ritual seemed a little surreal and silly to him but he took part because, now that he knew the truth, the world had changed forever

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Old 06-27-2019, 08:06 PM
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Just to clarify, folks, The Mark of a Hunter is the golden symbol in the Ad.

And the RP sample is meant to be a narrative of your character going through the trials.

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Class: Smart Hero/Daredevil

Nationality: French Canadian

Background: Dilettante

Ideals: There is nothing more important to Alexander than escaping from his father's shadow and casting an even darker one of his own.
Bonds: His sister, who has done her best to escape the family business, is an inspiration to Alexander, even though he didn't follow her path.
Flaws: A lifetime of second chances and bailouts has given Alexander a sense that he is bulletproof, even in the face of mortal danger.

Appearance: Alexander aims for a sense of performed nonchalance in his appearance, rather than professionalism. His dark hair is always half slicked back, as though he couldn't be bothered to complete the job of getting it neat each morning. He wears a suit, but usually gives little care to the clothes underneath it, often preferring a t-shirt and/or sweatpants underneath his designer sports jackets. His Mark of a Hunter is tattooed on the small of his back, far enough from view that he can typically hide it in daily life. His face defaults to a small smirk, as though he always knows something others don't, even (or perhaps especially) when he doesn't.

Personality: Alexander holds an almost unmatched desire for hedonistic fulfillment and personal risk. Nothing makes him more excited than gambling with everything he has, although he usually doesn't go so far as to gamble with the lives and livelihoods of others. Despite this pleasure-centered nature, Alexander understands the value of a well-designed plan and is more than capable of slowing down and being careful when he wants to be. Still, he prides himself on the risks he's willing to take and seeks to one-up himself, occasionally at great risk.

Backstory: Even as a young child, Alexander knew what his family did for a living. On his seventh birthday, his father, Jacques Desiré, introduced him to his chief enforcer, Terrance “the Reaper” Gray, a beast of a man with a voice so deep that the air quivered when he spoke. He was told of his father's labs, supposedly abandoned warehouses and apartment buildings dedicated to the production of synthetic drugs. He was told of the networks of drug runners and smugglers who moved the products across the border into the United States, where the market was biggest. He was immediately enchanted.

His father encouraged him and his sister Lilac throughout their childhoods to follow any passion they wished, rather than risk continuing the family business. Lilac went a step further than that, pursuing a medical degree in toxicology to counteract the public health consequences of her father's drug empire. Alexander, however, was having none of that, and quickly began studying his father's methods and strategies, frequently shadowing Terrance and his father's other employees to learn all he could about the business of crime.

However, when he tried to find a place for himself in the organization, he found that no one would respect him for himself or even give him a challenge – to be expected, of course, since if he said even a single negative word to their boss they could lose their jobs at best, or their lives at worst. Thus, Alexander set out to make a name for himself, separate from his father's business, by attempting a heist.

Alexander had been taught to stay away from large acts of theft – grand theft auto, grand larceny, art theft, and the like – because they created a negative opinion from the public as well as the police. As Jacques put it, “The public is the wall between us and the cops. You can piss off your rivals, the government, the media, and the cops all you like – none of that will matter one lick as long as there's no one willing to rat you out. But if you lose the love of the people, then all the enforcers in the world won't save you for long.”

But Jacques didn't just want to be loved anymore, he wanted to be respected. So he planned to rob a local firearms store. He figured that if nothing else would get him respect, stealing guns definitely would. So he planned every aspect of the robbery in great detail. He cased the location, finding security specifications and loopholes, mapping potential entrances and exits, and drawing up contingency plans for every possible disturbance.

Well, almost every disturbance. He could be forgiven for his oversight, however – up until that night, he had no idea that werewolves were a potential threat to his heist, or else he would surely have planned around the possibility. The monster burst through the window that he'd spent so long carefully jimmying open, setting off the blaring alarms in the store. Alexander lunged for the nearest weapon, a pump-action shotgun. He broke the display case with his bare hands, spraying blood every which way, and grabbed the gun. With a burst of adrenaline, Alexander pulled the trigger and watched in terror as nothing came out. The weapon, of course, was unloaded, and Alexander saw his life flash before his eyes as the abomination pounced upon him. The fear he felt was matched only by the pure thrill of certain death. His mouth began to curl into a smile as the teeth and claws grew closer.

Fortunately, the werewolf was not the only thing stalking Alexander that night. Unbeknownst to him, Terrance had been assigned to watch him and make sure he didn't do anything extremely stupid, like break the rules on large acts of theft. He blasted the wolf full of silver pellets just in time, leaving Alexander scared but unharmed. Still clutching the shotgun, Alexander was rushed into an armored car and driven to one of his father's laboratories, where he was informed of the existence of monsters, and that he had been targeted by them for several years by that point, to the point that Terrance had convinced his father to hire a team of discrete bodyguards to shadow him and make sure he didn't come to harm, accumulating quite a significant number of different monster kills along the way. He was also introduced to a representative of the Order of the Hunters who took him for training, which he begrudgingly accepted in the name of self-defense.

RP Sample: Alexander Desiré was up late on the night before the rituals of his inauguration as a hunter were to begin. In front of him, laying on his bed, was a pair of silk gloves, a sewing kit, and a single pill – a painkiller he acquired through a back-channel when he learned of the 'trials'. Alexander didn't usually indulge in painkillers, since he prided himself on his alertness and quickness of mind, but he was prepared to make an exception. After all, despite being referred to as 'trials', it seemed like there wasn't anything particularly trying about them: just take a bath, get a tattoo, and give some blood. Easy peasy.

”Or at least that's what they want me to think,” he muttered to himself, threading a needle. There was no way there wasn't a catch to these trials. The only clue he was able to pick up on, however, was that two of the three trials, the tattoo and the blood offering, had some sort of pain aspect. So he'd done the best he could with that.

He placed the pill carefully in between two of the glove's fingers and began to make careful loops around it, occasionally testing to make sure the thread was tight enough to keep the pill from falling out, but not so tight that he couldn't effortlessly slip it out when the time came. When he was confident that it would hold, he put it on, checking that he could easily conceal it from all angles when the time came. He giggled a little at the image of outsmarting the secret ancient Order of the Hunters with a trick that, frankly, took him all of ten seconds to design and all of twenty minutes to execute. He removed the gloves and folded them, pill and all, next to his bed.

The next morning, he rushed through his morning routine even more than usual, excited for his very first of what he hoped would be many magical rituals. He dressed himself in one of his signature outfits: a pair of ripped jeans, a black t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon skull and crossbones, and an Armani suit jacket. He slipped on the long silk gloves and burst out the door, practically frolicking to the trial field.

When he arrived, he saw an older hunter who had been part of the process of training him gave him a suspicious glance. They'd all learned to tolerate Alexander's bizarre fashion sense, but it still caught them off guard sometimes.

When all the other hunter initiates had assembled, the rituals began. The old hunter began a speech, congratulating the recruits on completing their training and making every attempt to inspire them to use their skills to fight for the good of humanity. In all honesty, Alexander wasn't focused on the words coming out of his mouth. He was solely focused on squeezing two of his fingers together to protect the pill from the prying eyes of his peers, or worse, his instructors. Then, as the speaker's back was turned, Alexander feigned a yawn and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking out the pill in an instant. A few of his classmates seemed to take offense to his obvious disrespect towards their instructor, but nobody said anything, so he trusted that his slight act of deception hadn't been spotted.

First was the baptism. He stood perfectly still while a man in priest-like robes approached each recruit in turn and poured a relatively small amount of water on them from a large gold basin. Alexander could almost feel the animosity radiating off the man as he received his ceremonial bath. He was, after all, far from pure.

Next came the tattoos. Each recruit selected one part of their body to receive the markings, and it was applied right then and there by the priest himself. When it came to his turn for this step, Alexander began to panic, as his painkiller hadn't yet kicked in. Thinking fast, he picked the furthest possible spot on his body to buy him more time: on his back, near his Hunter's Mark. At a leisurely pace, Alexander removed his gloves, then his jacket, and finally his t-shirt, and yet he was still fully sober. He clenched his teeth as the needle approached, but the pain he expected never came. Instead, as his skin was pierced, he felt a wave of calm and peacefulness wash over him as the drug came crashing into his brain. He calmly smiled throughout the process of getting the tattoo as the needle gently prickled his back, leaving both the artist and his fellow initiates stunned as everyone else clenched their fists and bit their tongues.

Finally, there was the blood offering. Each initiate approached a silver chalice and, while speaking an ancient oath in a language they didn't understand, cut themselves with a menacing-looking ritual knife and let their blood drip into the chalice. In this too, Alexander didn't wince. He was scared for a moment that the … impurities … in his bloodstream might prevent the ritual from going as intended, but thankfully no such thing came to pass. At last, the ritual was finished, and Alexander felt his mind reaching out, connecting with the people around him. At last, he was a hunter.

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Old 06-28-2019, 03:31 AM
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@Aria: I would like a picture or just a portrait at least. It helps the players and myself as the GM to easily identify which character matches which username.
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I didn't want the Vampire game to get too crazy by adding in a million other monsters, that seemed alittle unfair.
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@Aria: I would like a picture or just a portrait at least. It helps the players and myself as the GM to easily identify which character matches which username.
Roger that. The image I have now isn't perfect, but I think the rest of my application makes it clear what he looks like, so I'll leave it as is and consider the application complete. Sorry for the excessive length in the backstory and RP sample.
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I didn't want the Vampire game to get too crazy by adding in a million other monsters, that seemed alittle unfair.
It'd be a good twist though, down the road. To go from top of the food chain to finding a larger predator.
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Class: Dedicated Hero / Infiltrator
Nationality: Singaporean / Chinese

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Appearance: On the surface, there is little to distinguish Jenny from any of the thousands of stylish young professional women coming into their own in 21st century Singapore. Her Chinese ancestry is less diluted by Malay or European blood than many, but she still blends in perfectly throughout the nation. Grey eyes constantly glued to her oversized mobile phone, Jenny prefers urban fashions in dark colors that afford easy mobility and places to conceal the tools of her trade. Pretty and fashionable, Jenny Jiang has exactly the kind of image that modern Singapore has embraced.

Personality: It's not easy for anyone, herself included, to isolate the "true" Jenny. After all, her entire life has been a blend of one overt life and two increasingly covert ones. So she is a young, giggly woman in her early career who loves Instagram, noodles, E-sports, and European fashion as well as J- and K-pop, and she is also a calm, collected criminal who can give an order on her father's behalf to assassinate a rival or kidnap the family of an inconvenient businessman. On top of all that, she'll eagerly drive a stake through the skull of some hellspawn or vaporize its chest from 500 yards away with a sniper rifle. Can't really post that on Insta, though, can we?

Backstory: Singapore might be the most orderly and law-abiding place on Earth today, but despite decades of concerted effort the Triads still dominate the city-state's underworld. Weakened, to be sure, and forced deeply underground, but it's often a mistake to think that the unseen thing therefore does not exist. To this, we will return later, lah? The Jade Mountain Triad has been the dark, beating heart of Singaporean crime for more than 150 years. But the dark heart itself has a secret. Secrets within secrets within secrets, this is the Way.

Jenny Jiang has lived the Way since birth. Her father is the 489 of the Jade Mountain, as was his father before him, going back five generations to its founding. Jenny's older brother will be 489, she has known this since she was born. It doesn't matter to her. Jenny was born for something different - Jenny bears the Mark. Here is the first secret within the secret - the Jade Mountain Triad is and has always been a front. This is not to say that the Jade Mountain is not a ruthless criminal enterprise; it is, and has always been. But long, long before the Jade Mountain was formed, the Jiang legacy hunted monsters.

This is the second secret within the secret - monsters are real, and always have been. They are older, far older than people. When what would become mankind squatted and grunted, cowering in the dark, the monsters were ancient. All other beings were their prey, and lived in terror that they be found. But man's brain developed, and man learned to hunt and kill the monsters. The Jiang family is not the first legacy, this much is known, but they are an old legacy, potent and feared.

As soon as the blind midwife (a Jiang tradition, for reasons that should be obvious) cleaned the infant Jenny and presented her to her parents, her destiny was set. The Mark was where it usually was on Jiang hunters, in the middle of her left heel. Few legacies draw less attention than the Jiang. From birth, Jenny Jiang led a triple life. She was an ordinary Singaporean schoolgirl. From adolescence, she was the 432 of the Jade Mountain, speaking with the Dragon Head's voice. And through it all - school, national service, job in the fashion industry, Jenny was a Hunter in training, preparing for the Ceremony and a life dedicated to eradicating the monsters that have plagued the Earth since the dawn of time. Secrets within secrets within secrets. This is the Way.

RP Sample: The tattoos hurt more than she ever imagined - so much more than the sting of the three ordinary tattoos she already had. Her father had bristled a bit at those...no, The Dragon had roared about them, but only a bit. Smoke had tricked from his mouth, but there had been no fire. He knew the value of blending in, and tattoos today were like jewelry was thirty years ago. But these tattoos; they felt like she imagined branding felt. Slow, painstaking branding, with salt poured on the burns afterward. By all the Gods, they hurt! "They are your armor," her father had said. "They are what protects your mind, your soul...as much as those fragile things can be protected." The words offered little comfort, but they did help Jenny embrace the pain. She bit down hard on the leather-covered stick in her mouth. To think she had disdained it at first, thinking she knew what she was in for. It was impossible to ignore the pain, so Jenny focused on it, made it her own. The pain was her armor, and the pain was part of the price paid for becoming a full Hunter. There was always a price, and Jenny knew what she experienced now was just the down payment.

Jenny actually preferred the pain of the tattoos to the ritual purification that had preceded it. Though she was intimately aware of the existence of evil, true evil, in the world, she was for some reason much less comfortable with the idea of the existence of true good. The ritual purification, pleasant enough in and of itself, had unsettled her. Perhaps it was the drone of the Hindu priests' prayers or the smell of the smoke from the joss sticks the Buddhist monks wafted over her while they chanted, but she found it difficult to focus on what was happening to her and prepare for what would come next.

It took a few minutes for the stylish young criminal to realize that the incessant buzz of the tattoo gun had stopped. The endorphins had taken over, and she hadn't felt anything for who knows how long. But now, her body burned all over, though the tattoos themselves were isolated and fairly discreet. Jenny opened her eyes and saw the artist standing before her, shirtless and sweating as much as she was in the moist heat of the small, enclosed room. When her eyes met his, he nodded and made a "get up" gesture with his hand. She did, and wasn't surprised when the combination of pain, heat, and stale air made her head swim. Her knees buckled a bit, but she quickly steadied and stood at her full, nonthreatening height. She was naked but for a small pair of underpants, but the tattoo artist's eyes showed no appreciation of the view. Her father's voice came from behind her. "Open the door and pass through," he said. "The last trial awaits."

Jenny nodded and turned to her left. The door was dark teak, solid and plain. She set her hand to the wooden handle and turned. The door opened easily, and the corridor beyond it was short and dimly lit. The young woman passed through, entering yet another chamber. Like the others, it was small and warm, with walls of plainly-dressed stone. It was mostly empty. Along the wall a few feet in front of her was a finely wrought but still plain table made of mahogany. On it was a stone bowl, an elastic strap, and a small leather roll, tied with a bit of rawhide. Her father and another man, one Jenny had never seen before, entered the room. The unknown man wordlessly untied the roll, revealing a set of what the girl identified as scalpels or something like them.

What was expected of her was quite clear, but her father spoke nevertheless. "All hunters shed blood in the course of their service. Some give all and are remembered for their ultimate sacrifice. Others, for various reasons, are called upon to give less...but all give voluntarily. None are forced, now or ever. This is your first sacrifice, but know that it will not be your only. Give what you will, but give you must."

She walked forward four steps, and the unknown man was by her side. Wordlessly, he had her clench her fist and showed her how to tie off her left arm to isolate the big vein. As it began to pulse with the lifeblood within, he produced the stone bowl, which Jenny belatedly realized had a cut-out in which to rest her arm. She set her arm into the gap, and for the first time in this room, Jenny was surprised. The silent man was indicating to her that she, herself, should take up one of the blades and let out her own blood. This is what Father meant by give, she realized. Unbidden, she remembered something from her school days. If it were done when 'tis done, then it may as well be done quickly. Was that Hamlet? King Lear? Jenny had no idea, and it didn't matter. Shakespeare for sure.

Smoothly, she took up a scalpel taken at random from the roll. In the same motion, she drew the razor-sharp blade across the bulging vein and turned her arm to let the blood drain neatly into the awaiting stone. She wasn't expecting the force of the pent-up blood, which spurted into the bowl with surprising eagerness, once and then again. Instinctively, she relaxed her clenched fist and the flow changed to a steady dripping. The bowl began to fill, and Jenny herself subsided into a trance-like state.

And then it was over. The silent man took the scalpel from her right hand, then untied her left arm with a practiced move of his fingers. Her father was by her side, lifting her arm and pressing a bandage to her self-inflicted wound. She looked down and saw that the bowl was all but filled with her blood. "Hunter," her father intoned. His voice was resonant with respect and pride. "It is finished. You are one of us, and may the Gods have mercy on us all."

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Class: Charismatic Hero / Gunslinger
Nationality: Texas, USA
Background: Dilettante (Big Game Hunter)
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Flaws: Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.

Appearance: A hipster before hipsters were cool, and long before they weren't, Ethan dances to the beat of his own drum. Ruggedly refined could describe not only his appearance but also his personality. Refined, he dresses as such, selvedge denim jeans, vest with his great grandfather's pocketwatch and a button down shirt with a bow tie to dress it up. The ruggedness brings it back down, sleeves rolled up to show sleeves of a different type. Tattoos from every corner of the world adorn each arm. A lengthy beard covers his square jaw, and longer hair that's perfectly placed to look messy.

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Backstory: Ethan was born into money. That's the story that most people know. Born with money, good looks and a smooth tongue, the boy had it made. Parents loved him, teachers loved him, girls loved him. He grew up as the cool kid, a little different, but always cool. He was the kid that was popular without ever being on a sports team. He lived life to the fullest, always seeking the next big challenge, and never backing down from one.

Both of Ethan's parents were big game hunters as hobbyists. When he was a teenager, they died in a safari gone wrong. Elephants had charged their group, and before the group could take them all down, they were all trampled. After a short grieving period that resulted in an excessive amount of broken furniture and mutilation of stuffed trophies, Ethan followed in his parents footsteps. He quickly rose through the ranks of professional game hunters. He was a superstar, after all, it was in his blood.

These are precisely the reasons Ethan Ives was chosen to become a hunter. His unwillingness to back down from a challenge, his perseverance through strife, his innate ability to track down large dangerous game, and most importantly, his lack of attachments.



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Background: Urban Bounty Hunter

Nationality: Cascadian . . PNW Breakaway community.. Germanic & Norse Heritage

Trait: "I enjoy procuring the finest of aeromatics..Parfumes and Smokable Infusions.. For Ritual and Relaxation."

Ideal: "Nature Reigns, i'd much rather see a tree grow old and strong than a rich man grow fat and weak... "

Bond: "Hunters Blood flows strongly through my veins, when i feel the surge and rush of my Silver Heart, i truely feel the most alive."

Flaw: " I must be present for my life. The path of balance is a careful one, i sometimes slip. and so does my cheerful and composed demeanor. When troubled, i can become erratically manic or sometimes very withdrawn. When angry, i smolder and stoke my anger, until piping off when shouting or breaking things around me."

Physical Description: Blake is about 5'11.. He prefers to wear black.. white.. and shades of grey. Hoodies.. Flannels..Moccasins.... he most often wears clothing made of natural fibers.. He also wears a chest tattoo.. recognizable to warriors of the tri-force as Majora's Mask.. He is muscular from rock climbing, spry and lean from yoga and actively practices meditation. His strength shows in his strong features.. Blake Walks this earth as a seeker of visions and as a naturalist . . He wears black bird feathers in scarves and carries a mala made of volcanic beads.. Where the guru bead would usually be, instead hangs a silver heart locket, containing a portrait of his love.. One might see him twisting evergreen sap into his matted twisps of blonde hair. He has Eyes that shine crystalline blue, and a fine golden hued dust encircles his pupils.

Personality: "Would you care for some spiced herbal teas? I've heard that steam and spice are good to sick wishes and sore subjects. To soothe your irritated throat perhaps? " Takes a cool puff of his pipe, eyes rolling slightly back in their sockets. Be-musingly he lets smoke ripple from his mouth, and peppers the firelight with cheery smoke O's.. "I suppose i should also mention, if you seek visioning, or exploration of cosmic dimensions, please keep me in mind as a safe and grounded friend." Winks (DC 13 Perception: You notice a pouch of mushrooms near the tea pot by his feet. Wrinkly , brown caps, and long whitish stems, bruising a vivid blue.)

Background Narrative: "Oh, so you noticed.. well then, allow me to explain that look in my eye..... Many celestial beings are born in this plane, living in material bodies for the very first time. It takes a while to adapt you see. For some of those who have recently incarnated, It's quite the journey ahead, and some of us are just discovering our inner light."


Up until recently, Blake served a deep monastic devotion.. One may know of the shadow saint's, an order of sages, priests, monks and druids.. all devoted to the cleansing light in the darkest shadows..recently, during intense ritual, Blake experienced an overwhelming surge of dark energy and a searing burning pain in his palms. He dropped to his knees wimpering, shaking..onlookers were frightened. It seemed that something demonic was under his skin. Blake woke up in the infirmary with bandages wrapped around each of his palms. Blake sat up and slowly began unwrapping the bandage on his left hand noticing a raised patch of skin - a golden triangular scar. He looked up seeing an unfamiliar face in the doorway. In fact this man was a member of the order of hunters, called to the infirmary by Blakes' mentor who had recognized that Blake showed signs of being a hunter from an early age. Going by the name Arthilian, he brought Blake from the monastery guiding him to his new home with the Order of the Hunters.

The Monastery pledged to keep interactions with the Order secret and safe.





 



 



 



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