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Cain; Enough trembling in your boots. A Hunter must Hunt.
Topic Started: Jan 12 2016, 02:34 AM (109 Views)
Raphael
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
RETIRED





Name: He'll tell you Cain if you ask.

Race: He appears Barovian. He doesn't appreciate inquiries into his personal life.

Afflicted with Vampirism, but you would never know. He certainly won't volunteer it.
Traits: Blood Drinker, Dark Vision, Eternal, Unbreathing.

Appearance: Were it not for a quiet and withdrawn demeanor, he might be an imposing character. He weights in at a healthy 230 pounds, at stands at 6'2", but he walks with a slouch, eyes usually tracing the floor or up to hip level, and he always sits in the back or corners of rooms. Ultimately, he is unmemorable; unimportant looking. While he may fly under the radar, he certainly doesn't stand out as a target. No one with sense would pick him for a back ally mugging. He seems to consistently carry a three day scruff, and he wears his dark, moth eaten hat quite low on his head, hiding bright green eyes (the one thing about him that may stand out to some) and jet black hair. Around his shoulders hangs a cape of crow feathers, which hangs down to his knees where it appears to wither away. It wraps around his chest where it is tied together by strings that are capped with predatory talons. Beneath the cape is a bandolier of throwing knives, easily accessed with his left hand. Below that, a cloth garment that may have been valuable at one point in time, but the deep reds and blues have all but faded into gray. Passerby's would miss the thin mail beneath. Or the claws sewn into the gloves. Or the small metal plates stitched into the space between the first and second knuckle. Cracked leather gloves and boots cover almost all the way up to their respective joints. Under all his clothing, under an additional wrapping, is a hidden, permanent red mark on the inside of his right forearm, thinning out towards the wrist (http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodborne/images/3/34/Corruption.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150419092704). Sideways scars form a latter up his left arm from the wrist, thicker towards the bottom.

Weapon: Raven's Joy
A relatively thin blade, lightweight and made for swift thrust attacks, this double-bladed sword can be easily used with one hand. Oddly enough, its grip is that of a greatsword. The weapons edge is honed to shaving sharp, especially up by the point, with a point of balance almost on the hilt. The sheath of the weapon is slung over his back, dark and foreboding. An unobservant passerby might miss the serrations running along the edges, except for the dull 6 inches running from either side of the mouth, as well as the dark copper-colored waves running down the length of the item. They would especially miss the emblem of a crow's head in the center of the up-swept cross guard he depresses when drawing the sword.

Age: 26

Profession: A Hunter of anything one could call a monster.

Abilities:
Start- Detect, Evo, Telepathy
100- Truesilver on Raven's Joy
200- Companion (Raven)
300 – Second heart
400- Warp
500 – Regenerate
600- Nightfrost
800- Anti-Ward
900 – Eavesdroping
1000- Firefly
1100- Farsight
1200- Celestial Boon
1400- Forget
1500- Shifter
1600- Displace
1800- Moonbeam
2000- Shroud
2200- Moondrop
2400- Twilight Spell
2600- Shield
2800- Lifestream
3000- Rouge Touch

His story, or some of it:
A burning castle. It's a reoccurring nightmare. Is nightmare the right word? What do you call something you try to forget, only to have it come back again each night, like a series of cold tentacles worming their way up the back of your head, reaching into your eyes and turning them back things best left buried. The sort of evil that existed in that castle was not the kind of thing that was easily purged, however. Nor is the stench of burning undead meat.


“If it moves, you can be sure that it's a beast. And if it doesn’t… Best not to take any chances.”
It was moments like that Cain regretted asking about the past, about the time the undead swept over the plains like an unstoppable tide of blackness. The old man made a downward motion with his heavy ax, punctuating his statement, and story. The undead, notoriously hard to kill and very good at faking death, had made a hard adversary for his family's ancestors.
“The worst part was having to remove the heads of your fallen friends,” The old man said with a grin that betrayed his enjoyment of scaring the young child. “Because if you didn't, the black mages would raise him again!”


The undead did indeed prove hard to kill. Cain remembered the old man's words as he lugged his heavy ax through the hallways of his castle. It was his now, technically. The line of succession had been cut to ribbons leaving him alone as the owner of this bloody and broken pile of rocks. Did anyone outside know what had happened? How a rival family had paid a troop of vampires to attack the small families holdings? Did the backers of the assailants know about the feeding pits? About the branding? The bloodletting? The forced cannibalism after weeks of starvation? Walking through the bloodstained halls, thirty pounds underweight, Cain was unsure he wanted to know the answer. He had carved his way through the undead guardians of the vampires, but now that the moon was rising he knew the true challenge would soon begin.




Campfires actually didn't bother him. Fire wasn't the problem. All to often, fire was the solution. It was the small of the pork roasting that made his stomach turn. He hated pork. The way the fat fell off the meat and sizzled in the flame. But now, in the middle of the forest, it was the wild boar he managed to trap or nothing. He was between cities now, trying to bait a group of gouls that had taken up residence in the local woods, making hunting difficult for the locals. It didn't take long for them to catch the scent. He heard the disorganized shuffling behind him, and knew it was time to go to work. The light silver blade left its heavy housing, reflecting the firelight for only an instant before tearing through the eye socket of a half rotten elf.

Cain hated the undead.
Edited by Raphael, Jan 28 2017, 12:35 AM.
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I enjoyed that read. If I am able to, and the admins allow it, I'd be down for some PvP
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
I might be down if I chose to continue with this character. I'm retiring most of my older ones, but I forgot about this guy...
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