About me:
“A hunter’s work is never done.” Was something his grandfather used to tell him as they sat by the fire. When he was younger, he thought the old man was exaggerating. But after becoming a hunter himself, he realized just how much of an understatement that truly was.
As a member of the Duskwatch, his job was quite the challenge. Vanquishing ghosts, the undead, vampires, and all kinds of other beastly denizens that proved too dangerous to dwell amongst humanity. Everything he knows, he learned from his grandfather, one of the meanest yet wisest hunters he ever knew. Ever since most of his family was killed, the veritable monster of a man took him under his wing, and trained him in the ways of the hunt. He wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, the experience was rough. Really really rough… He couldn’t count the amount of times he nearly perished over the course of his training, but every brush with death only made him stronger. His hard work paid off in the end, and was eventually anointed with blood, thereby marking him as a slayer of beasts.
