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PostSubject: Hunter Kieff   Fri Nov 25, 2011 11:42 pm

Name: Hunter Kieff
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 07-12-1993
Blood Type: O+
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Steel Gray
Siblings: Damien Kieff (Deceased)
Father: Sergei Kieff (Deceased)
Mother: Valencia Kieff
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Role: n/a
Work: Anything that pays
Hobbies: Reading, Martial Arts, Street Fighting, Knives and much more
Addictions: Coffee, and cigarettes
Favorite Food: Anything sweet
Favorite Color: Blue
Personality: Despite his rough exterior, Hunter is an extremely kind and caring person as long as they don't rub him the wrong way.
Fears: His father and deep water
Weapons:
The Black Widow:
Unreleased
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Released
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When Hunter completed his training as a Vampire Hunter, he was given a very special knife. Unlike the ones he had owned before, the entirety of the butterfly knife was black and always warm to the touch. In its normal state it acted as a form of indicator to the presence of vampires, vibrating whenever one was near. When the Black Widow tastes the blood of its owner, molds into a three foot long sword capable of cutting through average steel. Instead of keeping it in his pocket like he does with his other knives, he wears it on a breakaway chain around his neck and only releases it when absolutely necessary.

Death Teeth:
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Unlike his Anti-Vampire weapon Black Widow, the Death Teeth were forged by his mentor and given to him as a keepsake. Hunter had never learned how to actually release the Death Teeth, but all he knew was that he would be able to use them when his in danger. When they are unreleased, the Death Teeth are simply black cuffs with a but of skull decor. Although when needed they will split apart and form razor sharp claws. Since they are completely useless when unreleased, Hunter keeps them on his wrists at all times for a last second defense when he has nothing else to use.

Abilities:
High pain tolerance- Due to his rather abusive childhood and his time spent with the Guns, Hunter is able to take more damage than the average human being and keep fighting.

Brawler- In his time as a collector for his group Hunter needed to fight people in order to get what he wanted out of them. Because of this he can take on up to four humans at once and maybe two vampires depending on their individual skills.

Athleticism- Once he found out that the Guns were actually a group of vampire hunters under the disguise of criminals they put him through a hellish training regimen in order to make sure he could hold his own against a vampire and, if necessary, run away from fights he cannot win alone.




Appearance: Natural
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Disguised
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History:
Hunter was fourteen at the time. It was a normal day in his life, parents not talking to each other except for the times they were in the same room. And by the same room, the bedroom. His home was a dilapidated apartment in the ghettos of Grozny, Russia that reeked of alcohol and blood. Most of it was either his or his younger brother Damien's. Their father was a decent, hard working man. But sometimes the stress of a long work day and an almost non-existent sex life lead him to pick up the bottle, and once the bottle was empty all hell broke loose. Even at midnight, Damien would be picking shards of broken glass from his older brothers bleeding back. They never called the police, though. Always felt that it was the way things were supposed to be... It was the only thing they knew. Soon as the old bastard stumbled in the house playtime was over. Everyone would retreat to their rooms for the night, Hunter would always make sure his frail little brother would sleep in the same bed as him, holding him tight to quell the impending sobs of fear. So much as an awkward glance would piss the drunkard off.

At sixteen years old Hunter wanted to have a life of his own, he did not want to be bothered by the problems of his little brother, or the problems of anyone. He would leave early in the morning and not be at home until late at night, and the first few times were just fine. But the third night is where the atmosphere changed, where is little brother had significantly more bruises than an average afternoon of wrestling with his older brother. The questioning turned into more of an interrogation until Hunter realized that without his being there, his brother became the focus of malicious intent. He usually checked in, but only to see if Damien was alright like a good big brother should and the one time he didn't the one time he decided to have more fun would be the last time anyone saw his face but his dying brother and bastard father.

Move ahead one day. Same routine, same old story, Hunter would ruffle the hair of his Brother and disappear. Damien would worry, as usual and would panic once Hunter did not come back for the check-in, he would shake his father awake, and that would be the last mistake he ever made. His father would rise up, the alcohol still commanding his large workers body, grab the half empty beer bottle and slam it upon Damien's head. Unlike other times he would cry out, and this enraged the man. He would slap Damien around and throw things at him, but instead of finding a book or bottle like usual, his clumsy hands found a knife. Hunter unlocked the door shortly after the knife was thrown and connected with his little brothers chest, puncturing the aorta. Damien hit the ground without uttering a single word and began to bleed out. Their father laughed and told him to quit faking, but the realization of what just happened sobered him instantly. With a roar Hunter charged at his father with a rage that he had never felt before and slammed into the man, knocking him right out of the third story window. He couldn't even catch his breath to scream on his way down.

Hunter rushed to the near colorless body little brother and cradled his head in his arms, the same way a mother would hold her baby for the first time and whispered small things to him. Things like 'Don't fall asleep, bro... I'm right here.' or 'Everything is going to be okay.' but these were unintentional lies. Damien smiled at his older brother and weakly reached up to stroke his brother's face and whispered 'I know it will.' before he went into shock and passed shortly after. He died with his eyes open, the steel gray iris losing its sparkle and his mouth filled with blood. Hunter swept his fingers down the lids to shut them for him and huged him tight, crying and cursing aloud. The neighbors did nothing as usual as they felt that it was none of their business and his mother called the police, telling him to stay right where he was. When she left the room Hunter followed her and overheard that she was fingering him as the culprit and with that he knew he needed to escape.

Several days passed with the police searching for him. Pictures were posted everywhere and there was even a spot on the news with him as the prime suspect. In order to avoid suspicion he dyed his hair black and used make-up to cover the scars on his body as he searched for places to lay low and keep safe. Without some form of stable income Hunter needed to take some form of non-traceable money and he joined an organization called the Guns. In his time with them he learned how to survive in the rougher parts of the city. He learned how to fight properly, how to keep his nose clean and most importantly he learned how to be a near ruthless interrogator while still being one of the nicest people as long as they returned his kindness. In the short amount of time he spent with the gang, Hunter wormed his way into a bad deal. One of his usual contacts needed a supply of a rather unusual contraband and he was sent alone to make the deal. He arrived at the location with a case of what he assumed was drugs like usual until the other man cracked the case open and picked up one of the bags filled with what looked like blood stolen from a hospital or drive. Before he could question the contact he was knocked out and tossed into the back of a truck.

When Hunter came to he found himself chained to a wall in a cell and every article of clothing save his pants were removed and he was greeted by an older woman who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She told him about his situation and how he was to be her personal supply. Hunter asked her what he was to be supplying and she kneeled down to him and whispered the word blood into his ear before she cut his hand with a blade and began to drink from the wound. At first it was extremely painful but as time went on he began to get used to it. He became detached from reality and began to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome until one day his mistress offered to set him free as long as he would stay by her side. Without a second thought he accepted and just as she lowered her head to his neck a group of people rushed in and knocked her away before they snapped off his chains and rescued him. At first he was extremely upset and angry that they 'abducted' him but as more time passed he realized that his mind was weak and malleable. He later came to know that the group that saved him were actually the Guns except they let him in on a small secret, they were actually vampire hunters. Once he learned this he was enrolled in an academy for vampires and humans alike in order to gain a higher understanding of the former while continuing the education that he lost while he was on the run. In this school his role would be to keep his status as a Gun secret and dispose of any vampire that wished to bring harm to him or any other human in the school.



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PostSubject: Re: Hunter Kieff   Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:06 am

Welcome to our family!!!
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PostSubject: Re: Hunter Kieff   Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:47 am

Thanks! When am I able to post?
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PostSubject: Re: Hunter Kieff   Sat Nov 26, 2011 11:18 am

Anytime you want! :3
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PostSubject: Re: Hunter Kieff   Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:10 pm

what ayame said, welcome!!
love the story for your character, so angsty lol, can't wait to see you in action x3
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