RHG tag: The Hunter
Age: 47
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About/Story:
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One evening, Alabaster Finch and a friend of his was out on their usual pickpocketing run when they just happened upon the worst picked man’s pocket to pick. This man, for he seemed as human as any, was walking down the alleyway and it was time for the boys to act. Walking alongside one another they slowly approached their target and once the plan was a-go there was no turning back. Oh, the rush one feels before relieving the privileged of their money.
The plan however did not pan out. As Alabaster snuck his tiny fingers into the pocket of the man, he (or shall we say it?) attacked the friend. Bearing disturbing fangs and a malicious intent, the monster slaughtered the friend right there in the alley; crimson life force stained the floor and wall. A scream caught in Alabaster’s throat as he was frozen stiff.
As the monster rounded upon the remaining urchin, a saving grace appeared. A man, this time a real one, appeared behind the creature who seemed unaware of his presence. Thorny teeth came at Finch and when he closed his eyes, he was certain that his brief life of criminality came to an end. A shriek could be heard, a thud but no pain was felt.
The kid risked opening his eyes and saw before him the man, a weary and weathered man, but human all the same, standing before him. A blood slicked wooden stake was in his right hand and a bleeding lifeless monster laid on the floor.
The man called himself “Spikes”. And that was when Alabaster abandoned his life as a homeless petty thief and instead became a homeless monster hunter.
Spikes taught him everything, from combat to survival techniques. A proper education for a child…
As the years passed, Alabaster and Spikes became monster’s worst nightmares. They hunter in the Underscape (the underbelly of StickPage city where all vampires, werewolves, demons and all kinda nasties reside) and their names were feared amongst the creatures.
Life seemed good once more but being conditioned as he was, Alabaster had a hard truth to swallow. All those years in the Underscape fighting alongside Spikes, he never realised that his teacher was actually a monster himself. In a twist that would shatter Alabaster’s psyche, Spikes was revealed to be an escaped Underlord from Hell.
Spikes merely wanted to escape his malevolent nature, yet Finch could not allow his teacher to live. A fight ensued, one that will haunt Alabaster’s dreams. And as the smoke clears, who would remain but the orphaned, ex-urchin apprentice of the late Spikes.
After this, everything was a blur. Nothing could stop his ceaseless attacks on both friendly and evil monsters. Years wore on, age caught up and finally he took a moment to reflect. This was no living, evil had to be eradicated but at what cost? Thus he started building connections in the Underscape. A monitor that would sense whether monsters were stepping out of line or not. He had snitches and informants the likes of bloodsuckers to hellspawn. Only the truly evil will be eradicated.
Under his new system, he could finally take up a hobby. After trying painting, coin collecting and writing, he felt that it was a tad too slow for him. Thus he decided to go mainstream and add his name to the ranks of the RHG. If there was one way to waste time, that would be it.
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Personality:
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On the casual side he usually enjoys his creature comforts like cigars and whiskey while relaxing or practicing his shooting at a gun range. He loves poker and has signs of a mild gambling problem however he usually plays against the Underscape dwellers rather than people and finds himself getting along better with them than humans. [/spoiler]
Appearance:
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As for his face, he has short brown hair a dash of grey and a far longer full beard covering his face reflecting the flecks of grey. He has light brown auburn eyes and a scar over his right eyebrow. His face is rather weathered and there are dark rings under your eyes. [/spoiler]
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He awoke thus pre-dusk and mechanically chomped down on some rather tasteless oat cereal. He had lost all desire for good food and exquisite cuisine and so ate for the purpose of nutrition rather than enjoyment. He was staring at his livingroom wall which could be the most plainly painted wall ever seen. Actually his whole apartment was like this.
The walls’ paint was a drab and faded cream colour while he sported dusty curtains; those were never open and thus there was a dim and dusty hue from the setting sun surrounding the rooms. The only furniture he had was his creaky single bed, a slightly moldy wooden cabinet, an uneven table with a beach chair to round it off. Instead of coats hanging from the coat hanger at the door, he has a selection of weaponry and tools for his hunts. In the kitchen one could find an old creaky fridge droning the day away as well as a massive metal chest.
The chest was Alabaster’s greatest treasure; his supplies of course. If one was to open it you would find the greatest trove of weaponry and tools in the neighborhood. He had more but keeping everything in one place was a mistake that Finch was not keen on repeating.
Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, the lonely man walked to his sink and rinsed out his dish. He owned one plate, one fork, one spoon, one glass and one bowl. Everything was rinsed out after use and placed neatly on the drying rack. No need for cupboards when one will just use them all the time. He proceeded to his cabinet in the bedroom where he donned one of his few outfits.
Wearing cargo shorts, a creased white shirt and military boots, he walked to the bathroom to relieve himself. As he stared into the mirror, while keeping busy, he was met with light brown eyes that seemed to have been through the war. He’s never bothered with long hair for it was simply too difficult to maintain whilst he never bothered shaving for he once had a bad experience with a demon barber.
Finishing up he walked to the coat hanger and equipped his array of weapons. Two revolvers on the belt, a crossbow with six bolts, a machete, a long silver knife, a flashlight, and two wooden stakes. Where would he hide such an arsenal? Under his coat which was actually hanging on the coat hanger. After making sure everything was well hidden he left his lonely and boring apartment and ventured toward a hunt.
As he exited the building he grabbed a cigar from his top pocket. He didn’t have money for expensive cubans and thus it was some unknown brand and had a bit of a bitter taste; it suited him perfectly. Lighting the cigar, he took a few puffs before making his way downtown.
The man was a grizzly bear in comparison to the meek citizens of the city. He was rather wide and stood at least a head above most of the sea of people. Everyone was rushing toward their homes from some or other pointless dead end job and didn’t give Alabaster a second glance.
By the time he reached downtown the sun had already done its spectacular lighting display on the horizon and thus a half moon could be seen lethargically lighting the near empty streets. He arrived at his destination however; a small bar with the ironic name of “Bloody Martin’s”. This was ironic for many reasons.
As he walked through the threshold the bar immediately noticed his presence. Some patrons snarled at him while others eyed him warily. Alabaster was used to this kind of behaviour and thus ignored them whilst walking toward the bar. It was a relatively quiet evening so far but it was bound to pick up after midnight by which time Alabaster will be long gone.
“Evenin’ Finch. Usual?” The barkeep said as he took his usual seat at the edge of the counter. He merely grunted a reply as the barman started pouring lower shelf whiskey. Unbeknownst to the patrons of the watering hole, the Hunter kept his hand rested on the hilt of one of his Smith and Wessons. Anybody could decide that the outsider wasn’t needed in the room and thus would like to make quick work of him.
With his free hand Alabaster sipped on the whiskey while a shadowy figure approached him. It was