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Here we are!

Thank you! Would you like to start us off with the character making?

Sure!

Name: Avery Locke
Age: 22
Appearance:

Height: 5'5
Status: Vampire Hunter
~Despite his young appearance, he's been training for over 10 years as a Hunter. He started young after the massacre of the Faction his parents were apart of. He's grown up in the Institute that trains and prepares Hunters for the field.

~His Personality is pretty care free and friendly despite his dark past. He is always the lightest in the room and never misses a chance to inject a joke into the conversation. He believes in his work and despises the existence of vampires and swears to never let on leave his sight alive.

Before I do mine lol, how do you add pictures to it?

Yeah so you wanna copy the link to the photo then do this format:

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< img src " insert link" / >

but don't use spaces except between the img and src

Name: Andrew Smith
Age:24
Appearance:

Height:6ft

Personality: kind of an a**hole and cocky. He likes to play with his food before consuming it. Tends to not have friends hanging around, as they tend to slow him down. Running from the Hunter faction for years.

Does this sound alright? I haven't done one in so long

Sounds great! The image isn't working though :( A link would be just fine too! It's kind of a pain to get them embedded Dx

https://images.app.goo.gl/b5wA69kkkjR...

OH. Oohhh. We love Ian Somerhalder in this house ♡.♡

Did you want to begin or me?

Ian is the love of my life lol

would you mind starting?

((Sure!))


It's been months. Months since Avery had been out on a hunt. It took far too long for the Faction to clear him after his last injuries, he's been itching to get out there again. Fall had just arrived and leaves were just starting to rim with gold and start their descent to the ground. It had to be his favorite season by far. The nights got longer and the Hunts got more fun.

Even now he was twiddling his fingers on his hip, the cool steel handle of the blade in the sheath giving him a sense of safety and security. He had plenty of weapons against Vampires on his small body alone but that knife in particular was what he cherished most. It had been given to him at the Graduation Ceremony as he was Initiated into the Faction as a Full Fledged Hunter. It had been his mom's. She may not be with him physically but with the blade resting on his person, he could feel her with him.

He had originally thought it wouldn't do much against a vampire, silver hurt them yes but kill them? No. He had learned though that the blade had been blessed and purified in the Church's Water and as long as he keeps it well cared for, it retains the spirited water and could take one down easily. The only issue he sees is he has to get far too close to the disgusting things to even use it. He prefers a Pistol with Wooden Bullets. Keeps him far enough away not to smell the horrid stench of death on their breath.

Avery was pulled from his thoughts as his group came to a stand still. He looked around recognizing their location. They were maybe 3 minutes from the Lusitania, a popular dive bar for the beasts. His group consisted of three others, a large older man, a fierce looking woman, and his trainer, Lyle. Lyle had raised him from a boy practically, once his parents were gone they threw him right into training to keep him from spiraling. He hasn't been on a mission without him yet and it's always good to know he has his back. He trusts no one more.

"So Cap'n, We just waiting and watching again?" The woman asked her hand resting on her hip easily knowing her gun was milliseconds away when needed.

Lyle was quiet watching the front doors of the Bar before glancing up at the sky. "It's about a quarter to midnight. Let's lie low and see if we can pick off any singles coming out. It's our first mission after the nest raid and I want to make sure it's a quick sweep. Low risk" He finished glancing at Avery in particular.

Avery just rolled his eyes with a small huff. " I was cleared. I'm good. We can take em all out if we wanted too." He finished crossing his arms glancing at the doors too, watching small groups enter and exit casually, seemingly enjoying the night.

Lyle was immediately shaking his head "I know you're fine but I still want us to keep it low stakes. Just until we can get our rhythm back." He said and glanced at the bigger man as he barked with laughter.

"Stakes. Ha! Good one Cap'n" he said with a grin that took up most of his face.

Everyone just sighed or rolled their eyes and got into position and hunkered down and prepared for the evening ahead of them.

Andrew sat at the bar in Lusitania, his favorite bar. It had great people and a great atmosphere. Well that is if you're dead and enjoy being surrounded by, well death. His eyes scan around the room looking around at everybody around him. There was a mixture of Vampire and Humans here. The Humans used as walking, talking blood bags for the taking.

Some Vamps were using the Humans while others were sticking to the liquor. Andrew himself was sipping slowly from a of bourbon as he people watched. He'd been here for a while now so he planned on leaving as soon as he finished. Can't be caught slacking on the running front.

Though he'd be caught dead before admitting the Hunters scared him, he'd rather not die yet either. So he runs, has been running for years from them. He isn't quite sure why they are targeting him in general but he's got a pretty decent idea.

He spins back to the bar, downs the rest of the bourbon, and then slaps so money on the counter to pay. With one last glance around the bar he walks cautiously to the front door. He peers through the glass, but not seeing anyone he steps out into the darkness. He strained his eyes but even with his advanced eye sight couldn't see anything so he beings the walk to he's car.

Avery had called the next person that walked out and it just so happened to be some tall, dark, and stereotypically hot vampire. He had to roll his eyes a bit. Was he jealous? Absolutely not.

He decided to melt into the shadows and follow, ensuring his breaths were shallow and silent and his footfalls were feather light. He assumed he drove and it was always easy coming from behind as they got into their vehicles. He was itching to spill blood after his long "vacation" as they called it. Bullshit. He was still salty they kept him off duty so long. He was ready