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Name: Bullet
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long dark hair flows into Bullet’s faded blue eyes. His strong facial features present a handsome face, with tight lips and a short but prominent nose. Bullet’s charcoal hair rests over his well-shaped ears, reaching towards the center of his face. Being a hunter, keeping in shape is a top priority. Bullet’s body is well defined and toned, but not too bulky that it weights him down. Since he travels to many places and has to take on multiple aliases, Bullet likes to change his looks often, and doesn’t always have long hair. He likes to have a goatee from time to time, and plays with his looks often. It all depends on where you catch him. But his features remain the same; broad, handsome, and inquisitive. His body is tight and firm, his muscles binding against his shirt. Bullet’s preference of clothes normally consists of a long-sleeve black shirt and torn up blue jeans. Brown is also one of his commonly worn colors, and even red. Denim jeans are one of his favorites as well, but, since Bullet likes to change his appearance often, his clothes choices change as well. Boots seem to be most suitable to the man, and a simple denim jean coat is fine when traveling, as long as it has plenty of pockets inside of it. Bullet loves to stash weapons inside his coat pockets, but he always keeps his mother’s gun in his right jean pocket, and a silver switchblade in his left. Around his neck is a thick brown string attached to a bullet which he always wears.
Biography/History: It all started when he was only a teenager. Bullet’s father tormented him, day in and day out, spewing mental abuse and constant nagging that seemed to never stop. It made Bullet stronger, and he managed to make it through it all, but he hated his father, with an intense, burning fire. Bullet couldn’t understand why his father was so violent towards him and his mother, but knew there was something suspicious about him. There were days when Bullet’s father would disappear from the household to return late that night or even the next day, and he swore he smelt a strong scent of iron sometimes when his father returned. Most of the time, he was a normal father, though. He just had his angry moments. Bullet knew other people had it worse than him, so he didn’t sweat it. But Bullet didn’t know the truth behind his father.
Bullet was sixteen, and had just returned home from school. But the house was quiet, too quiet. It was then Bullet heard his mother scream. He dropped his book bag and ran toward the sound, to find his mother bleeding on the attic floor, in the center of multiple black candles and strange symbols he had never seen. And his father held the knife. After some interrogation, Bullet discovered his father was attempting to summon demonic power unto himself, sacrificing his own wife to do so.
“You bastard!” Bullet had cried, charging toward his father, firsts ready. His father laughed at him, knocking him aside, continuing his ritual. Bullet glanced at his mother, his eyes filled with tears, and noticed she was still alive, with a gun in her hand. She held one single bullet in her other hand, and attempted to load it into the gun. But Bullet’s father saw her, and threw the knife into her chest, ending her life.
“MOM!” Bullet cried, stampeding to his father, this time delivering a blow directly to his face, knocking him to the ground. Bullet jumped for the gun and removed the bullet from his mother’s hand, tears streaming down his face from the realization of his mother’s death. Bullet rose to his feet and turned to face his father, along with a cloud of black fog which had now begun to fill the room. Suddenly, everything burst into flames. If Bullet were to survive, he’d have to leave the house, no looking back. He ran through the collapsing building, dark flames licking around every corner, and soon, he found himself on the pavement outside of the house, his father’s evil laughter echoing in his head.
“Why…” Bullet whimpered to himself. “Why….” He looked into his hand and realized he was still clutching the bullet he had taken from his mother’s hand. It was the last thing he had to remember her by. Bullet rose to his feet and wiped off the dirt and ashes from his clothes. He sought answers. He looked for the truth. From that day forward, he became a hunter.
Disposition/Personality: Bullet may have a playful personality at times, with his cocky attitude and smart remarks, but in depth is a very serious person. Although he started out somewhat naïve, experience has taught him to think before acting. Bullet can get lonely, since he works alone, and spends a lot of time thinking to himself. He doesn’t linger too long though, because he knows he has a job to do, and gets right on it. Bullet almost separates himself from others, because they have know idea what’s really out there and he feels as though it’s too difficult to associate with those kinds of people. Bullet also has a temper, but it is controllable.
Specialty: When Bullet’s mother died with a gun her hand, Bullet trained himself to use that gun to the best of his ability, making him Hell with a gun. He calls the gun “Maria Lee,” named after his mother. Bullet is great with tricking people and finding information, like making a disguise and getting someone to tell him what he wants to know. He’s not so great at researching and remembering everything, though; he finds it complicated to take in so much information and to find what’s important. He can do it, it just aggravates him. But once he does have that raw information, putting it all together is a synch for him. Bullet is also quite the charmer.
Other: Around his neck Bullet wears a thick brown string, tied around a bullet, the same bullet he had taken from his mother’s cold, dead hands when he was sixteen. He is never caught without it.

Bullet isn’t actually his real name, but he prefers to be called by it. His father was the one who gave him his real name, and the pure hatred Bullet had for his father led him to dispel his own name and identity, continuing on without a name, until someone identifies him as “Bullet” because of the necklace he wears.

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Name: Miaka Kaye
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Miaka has gorgeous black hair with dyed white tips around her face and in select other places. Her hair is long and naturally straight with bits from the back tied up into two small ponytails at the back. The rest is left down. Her eyes are a deep dark blue colour but lack of sleep has caused dark circles to appear under her eyes. Miaka’s face is usually expressionless as she hates it when people assume they know how she feels because of her expressions. Miaka is rather tall, standing at 5ft 9, and slightly underweight due to malnourishment as a child that she never corrected. However, she does have a figure to die for.
Miaka wears really torn slouch jeans that are held up by a black belt with ‘Waywalkers’ written on it in block letters and white ink. She also wears a purple and blue vest top with a white imprint of an eagle on it. She has taken an overly large boy’s jacket from her brother’s wardrobe and she wears that over the top. She wears black, worn boots that are in dire need of replacement and grey ‘hobo’ gloves also borrowed from her brother. She keeps a gun in the back of her trousers covered by her jacket and a small silver blade in her right boot.
Biography: Miaka has always woken up in the middle of the night screaming because of a nightmare she repeatedly had. At eight, everyone in her family was beginning to become annoyed with her waking up in the middle of the night. Her dad reluctantly took her to one of her psychologist appointments to see if it would help. It didn’t. Every time the psychologist tried to touch her she would dig her nails into his arm. It was suggested her nightmare might be the source of her problems. When seeing the psychologist didn’t work her dad didn’t take her back again. At thirteen her dad was killed and her sister, Kayla, disappeared. After the incident, Miaka was admitted to the hospital to give her mum and her older brother, Jared, a break but was later discharged when they couldn’t find the reason for her waking up in the middle of the night screaming. Miaka’s mother abandoned Jared and Miaka when Miaka was only fourteen years old and Jared was eighteen because she had had enough. Jared took to looking after Miaka but when she turned sixteen he left in a desperate search for Kayla after the police had finally given up.
Personality: Miaka is a fairly unemotional person but when you get close to her you realise she actually very caring and would risk her life for anyone if necessary. When you first meet her, she will be very blunt and rude often lashing out because she feels like it. The more she sees you and talks to you the more she’ll open up and be nice. The one thing that annoys her more then anything is complete strangers touching her and people saying that she owes them just because they helped her. Miaka barely sleeps because of her nightmare and she is rather shaky.
Speciality: Observation and excellent memory recall. Miaka is decent in martial arts. The weapon she works best with is a small blade.
Other: N/A

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Name: Jeff R. Alleron
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jeff is 5'11" tall, and average weight for his age, so around 180 lbs. Jeff has short-cut blonde hair, but he wears a black and grey baseball cap backwards, so you can't see his hair that much. His face is rounded, but more of a pointy curve for his chin, rather than a rounded chin. His face also looks much older than it actually is, for his history of smoking has aged him now. He has ice cold blue eyes, and a personality to match(see below for details). He commonly wears various colored shirts under a black, zippered, hooded sweatshirt, and sometimes wears the hood up, to conceal his appearance, for whatever his reasons might be, and he also wears jeans, which are usually ripped around his ankles, and sometimes at the knees of the jeans. He also has a scar on his left cheek from a past experience(see biography)
Biography/History: Through Jeff's childhood, he was raised by parents who had the incapability to raise him properly, smoking around him often, and treating him poorly. Around his late middle school and early highschool years, he took up smoking and found himself in club that was designed for kids like him, although even though the club was supposed to help, the other members turned out to be cultists who dragged him into their antics. Lots of killing, this boy has done. Sacrifices were made, both animals and humans, and their blood stains his hands until his own death. As a senior, Jeff was introduced to a religious freak, as he himself had described the person as, who tried to save his soul from the dangers of smoking, and become a successful person. When Jeff only laughed at this kid, the kid stared a deathly stare at him and spoke these chilling words; "Your cult is amateur, run by blinded souls who would give their lives for no reason at all. Would you do the same?" As Jeff laughed at him some more, saying that his life isn't in danger, but those eyes stopped the laughter, and the kid continued; "You think your life won't be taken? Take my word for it, sometime very soon, your life will be in your hands for a moment, and then in the next moment, they are on the bloody knife over the fire. That first moment? It's the choice to continue or get smart and stop. That second moment, is when you continue, and are sacrificed to a possible nothing. Will you take that risk?" After that, the kid left, and Jeff made his way into the woods, where the next sacrifice would be made. He was approached quickly by one of his friends, who spoke in a soft whisper; "Jeff, I must congratulate you, for you have been chosen, and you will see our lord, tonight!" At this, Jeff had finally opened his eyes to what was happening, and saw the glint of the firelight hit the shining blade in his friends hand, and he took a step away. The friend, saw what this action meant, and got angry, and then slashed at Jeff, cutting his left cheek, and muttering something along the lines of "I hope this is enough...", which is all Jeff payed attention too as he used the darkness of the night, and his black clothing to his advantage and got away from the scene. A little after he had gotten away, he heard loud screams from the forest, which died out slowly. To Jeff's guess, whatever demon they had been conjuring all these years, it was displeased with the offer they had given today, and decided to take all their lives. But who knows, maybe something else happened. All Jeff cares about is forgetting this gruesome past, and moving on with his life.
Disposition/Personality: He was an outcast for the majority of his life, until he got into the cult, then as he felt accepted, he was an average person, feeling the regular emotions of an average person. However, after the incident, he distanced himself away from the rest of the world, doing what was needed to survive, and not caring about other people. When he is needed to be in contact with people, however, he is extremely rude and cruel, and often times sarcastic.
Specialty: He's quite skilled in using knifes and handguns.
Other: N/A

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Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica