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This all takes place in an alternate Earth where demons, angels and humans live. There are many different cities scattered all around the world, composed of mixes or singularly demons, angels and humans. Traveling Demon Hunters look for jobs to eradicate demons going town to town.
Some demons kill humans for food, fun, or survival. They come in many forms, shapes, and sizes, and no two demons are really alike.
Angels prefer to stay out of trouble, and are hated by the demons, and by some humans. It also goes the other way. Demons hate humans, and even some humans hate demons and angels. It all depends on the person.
There are some unions formed by demons/humans/angels who band together to hunt the other races.

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[[ NAME ]] Vannister Krakalenge

[[ GENDER/SEXUALITY ]] Male, Straight

[[ AGE (demons are immortal, to some degree.) ]] 899

[[ HUNTER, HUMAN, ANGEL OR DEMON? ]] Demon

~> [[ WEAPON OF CHOICE? ]] Butterfly Knife, Hollowgast form

~> [[ DEMONIC ABILITY? If applicable]] While Hollowgast: High Durability/Extreme Strength; While Whight: Hunter's Silence (He can completely prevent his body from emitting sound, including footsteps and breathing)
~> [[ DEMONIC SPECIES? If applicable]] Whight/Hollowgast

[[ APPEARANCE (description is preferable.) ]] His Whight form is that of a tall human male, with dark brown hair and tan skin. He is about 6'5" so he is easy to spot in a crowd. There are only few minor details that set him apart from the average man. His ears, end in sharp points, and his teeth are more akin to fangs. His most noticeable difference however, are his eyes, both of which are completely blank. Though he has no issue seeing, this provides him with a highly intimidating gaze. His Hollowgast form however, is a completely different kind of animal. The Hollowgast is about twelve feet tall, with thin, elongated limbs. Both his feet and his hands end in short claws, allowing him to climb walls with relative ease. The skin of the Hollowgast is coal black, and stretches tightly across it's body, giving it a bony appearance. It's eyes retain the blankness of the Whight, but it's most horrifying feature is it's mouth. In the beasts maw are four extendable tentacles, each equipped with a row of barbed suckers to grip prey. In addition, it can extend it's fanged jaws outside of it's mouth like a shark to hold prey more firmly.

[[ PERSONALITY ]] He is very reserved, speaking only when spoken to. Even that is not often, as he avoids contact with others. Most demons shun him anyway, as he is one of the few who does not hold hatred for angels and man. That doesn't mean he doesn't kill them, only that he won't kill for sport. The only time he kills, is during the hunt, which happens to be very frequent. He mostly wants to be left alone though.

[[ HISTORY ]] Vanisster is as old as the day is long, and he has the marks to prove it. During his early years, he had very little self control, and would rampage for days. He would kill, simply for the fun of it, but it cost him. His body became covered in scars, some from men, some from angels, even a few from other demons. Then the day came, when his rampages went to far, and he lost all control. He murdered his entire family, and most of the village he was in, without mercy. When he finally came to, he was in shock. Anyone would be after such a tragedy. He ran, leaving behind the smoking ashes of his home, into the great dark unknown. For years he wandered, his only companions being the stars and sky. As he walked he learned many things, met many people, and grew wise. He was taught ancient secrets from angels, heart wrenching songs from men, and the darkest of magic's from demons. He often times was forced to fight, though the senseless violence sickened him. As such, he grew deadly with a knife, and even more so with his claws and fangs. He walks a lonely road, and though he may not know where it goes, he does know one thing. He walks alone.

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Nathana Corazon strode silently along the narrow trail, following in the footsteps of a deer. She had been stalking it for a couple of days. Her sword rarely bumped against her leg as she moved over the roots and rocks. She crouched low once she spotted the deer in front of her. She drew her sword and slowly and cautiously made her way closer to the deer without making a sound. Once close enough, she leapt out of the underbrush and swiftly dispatched the animal. She muttered her prayer of passing before beginning the cleaning process and harvesting the meat.


Nathana cleans her blade with a cloth before putting it back in her sheath. She pulls out a small knife that she uses for skinning and cutting meat, and carefully removes the deer's hide and fur. She puts the cut meat into the separated skin, and uses it like a bag to carry it without dirtying herself. Though she lives off the land and finds herself getting dirty, she will avoid getting filthy if she can. She removes the antlers of the deer and ties those to her belt. She'll make those into knives or other tools, such as needles for sewing clothes or stitching wounds. She removed the stomach and other edible organs and put those into the woven bag she had made out of some reeds she found by a river. Once she had everything and was sure she had utilized everything she could, she got up and began her couple days trek back to a cave she's been using for a month or so for a temporary home.


Nathana treads her path with heavier steps than when she set out on her hunting trip, being laden with the spoils of her kill. The antlers on her belt clacked together, sounding almost like horse hooves on cobblestone. A rabbit crossed the forested path in front of her, if she didn't have her hands full with the deerskin bag of meat, she would have thrown her bone knife, and with deadly accuracy, ended the rabbit's days. This will last me perhaps two or three weeks... I can dry it over a fire and it will last even longer... Especially if I supplement my meals with some roots and berries... She stopped in her path and stared at the large black furry mound of muscle and teeth that was standing before her. The dire wolf glared at her and her bag hungrily. It's maw gaping just enough to let a drip of clear saliva fall to the ground below it. She lowered her bag very slowly, her hands drifted seamlessly to her dagger and blade hilt. It lowered its stance until its barrel-like chest was nearly touching the ground. Its hunched back was leveled just above her hips. This was a young male, probably mid-life in his physical prime. His fur shall make a warm addition to my bed... Its teeth will be fine knives... She thought as it leapt forward, its jaws open and claws extended.


Nathana grinned as she shifted out of sight of the wolf. It landed where she stood, looking around confused. It whimpered and jumped as she sunk her fangs into its paw and injected her venom. It made a few steps down the trail before falling over, its body convulsing. She smiled wickedly as she shifted back into herself. "I apologize great one. I will use your hide and bones, but your meat is far to rough..." She walks alongside the wolf and strokes its fur. Her smile faded and became almost a scowl. "A female? How could I not have noticed the slightly bloated belly... Damn... She needed to give birth..." She bends down and lays a hand on the female wolf's ribcage. "It seems you already had one..." She stands up and looks around as she strains her ears for a specific sound. She frowns as she hears the sound of a whimpering dire wolf pup. She sighs as she walks off the path and finds the puppy tangled up in a small bush. "I am very sorry young one... Your mother is no more." She looks back off the trail to the body then back to the brown eyes staring at her. "I will take on her responsibility until you're old enough to fend for yourself." She sighs as she reaches down to the pup and lifts it out of the bush. "Now you're a male." She snorts as she holds him in her arms. It squirms a little as she carries it, but stops as it becomes too tired and falls asleep. He is, somewhat cute... She smiles slightly as she puts the pup in her pack, removing the bones from the deer and tying them to her belt. She made quick work of the mother wolf, taking the hide and teeth. She loads it all up and resumes her trek back to her cave. At least I won't be attacked again... I smell like a dire wolf. Nothing is stupid enough to attack one, or strong enough to beat one. Her eyes glimmer as she walks through the dappled sunlight which shimmers off her patches of scales.

The woods were as quiet as a grave as Vannister moved slowly along the path. He breathed in deeply, taking in as much of the sweet air as he could. It was so peaceful here, just like he remembered. It had been over 600 since he had been here last. It had changed so much, would he even be able to find his way around? He placed a hand on a gnarled old tree. The place seemed charged with energy, the purest essence of life. The forest had grow older and wiser. Just like him. Perhaps this time he would stay.

About an hour later, he spotted something lying a ways off into the trees. Walking over, he discovered that it was the corpse of a Dire-Wolf, freshly skinned. A crow perched atop it, picking at the tough meat. Vannister's eyes narrowed at the sight. It had a strange bite mark, which was apparently what killed it. But what could have come to these woods that was strong enough to kill a Dire-Wolf? He held his arm out towards the black bird. It cocked it's head for a moment, before fluttering up to perch on his arm. He stroked it's head gently, speaking in soothing tones. "What happened here little one? Did you see the thing that did this? It must have been a truly fearsome indeed." The bird seemed to be enjoying the attention, pressing it's head into his fingers. Crows had always been drawn to him for some reason. Perhaps it was his strong connection with death. He sighed. "As much as I would like to stay here with you little one, I should probably track down whatever did this. I can't very well have a monster loose in my home now can I?" The bird cawed once while bobbing its head, before flapping off. Vannister turned back to the corpse. He wouldn't be able to track the killer on his own. He closed his eyes, bracing for the change. Even though he knew it was coming, the pain hit him fire. A scream escaped his lips as his body contorted. The scream quickly turned into the bellowing wail of the Hollowgast. He stood there panting, waiting for the pain to subside. Once it had, he was back on track, sniffing the ground and corpse. The scent stuck out from that of the wolf, due to its distinctly reptilian nature. A dragon perhaps? He turned, swiftly moving through the trees, in the direction of the scent. His claws gripped at the trunk of a tree, propelling him high into the branches. He would be much harder to detect up here.

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Nathana grunts as the pup squirms in the pack making her have to readjust her balance as she climbs the hill in her path. Relax little one... We shall be home soon... She begins to make a thrumming sound deep in her throat and the pup almost immediately settled down. Having observed the elder female dire wolves making this sound to soothe the mewling and squalling pups during a hunting trip, she practiced it until she could do it well enough. To the point where she calmed a pup that had discovered her and to keep it from giving away her position. She smiles as the pup attempts to make the sound, but instead makes a high pitched growling sound. She sighs in relief as she spots the stream that indicates that she's only a few hours walk from the cave. She sets down the skin bags and the pack with the pup. Once the pack was on the ground the pup rolled out of it causing a grin to play on her lips, but it faded quickly as the pup neared the stream and almost fell in. She picked up the pup and held it over the water so it could drink. "I had enough trouble carrying you, I don't need the water in your fur too... Plus, a wet dog isn't the most pleasant of smells... Come along, I'd like to get home before the sun sets..." She says as she puts the pup in the pack and that on her back. Grabbing the other bags before crossing a downed tree and continuing her walk. "I'll need a name for you..."

Nathana wrinkles her nose and swats a fly away as the pup begins to fidget and mewl inside the pack. "We're almost there little one... Little one... Hmm, what do you think of the name Faolan? Its meaning suits you..." She chuckles as the pup lays down in the pack, seemingly pleased by his new name. "Faolan it is then." She stops as she hears a horrific screaming sound from behind her somewhere. She grits her teeth as she takes off running down the path, hoping she could get back to the cave, a very defendable location. Let me get back to my cave please. I shall stash the lit... Faolan, and my bags so my hands are free to fight if need be. Who or what was that? Sounded like nothing I've ever heard before... Hopefully whatever it was, wasn't screaming for me... She deftly leaps over a fallen log and ducks under branches as she speeds along the trail.

Vannister thundered through the trees, not really bothering with stealth. He was beginning to lose himself in the hunt, not really thinking about the consequences of whatever it was hearing him. "Where... are you? Where... have you gone... little monster?" The scent was growing stronger, driving him even faster. An elated screech burst forth, as his frenzy grew. He couldn't see it through the leaves and branches, but he knew it was right ahead. They were drawing near a rocky outcrop, which jutted out from the mountain. As he was about to drop down on the thing, he reached the point where the trees thinned out before a clearing. He was forced to stop leaping through the branches, or else plummet to the forest floor. He screeched again, this time with anger. It was going to get away!

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Nathana's pace quickened as she heard a seemingly thrilled scream somewhere above and slightly behind her. She grunted as her shin impacted a branch. That'll be a bruise later... She stumbled into the large opening in the forest as she heard another scream come from right above her this one was noticeably angry. She stopped in the center of the clearing, many yards from any trees, her chest heaving, her mouth agape and her shallow rapid breathing bringing out a plume of steam in the chilled air. What in the name of those who shall not be named was that?!? She stared at the tree line looking for whatever the thing was. She quickly regained her control over her breathing and darted for the other side of the clearing, hoping the thing wasn't smart enough to simply go around the opening in the woods.

Dropping down to the lower braches, Vannister gently set himself onto the leaf covered floor. Looking out across the clearing, he spotted the source of the scent. A girl with a large pack on her back sprinted across the field. Definitely not what he had been expecting, but in his hunt for blood he hardly cared. Dropping to all fours, he scuttled across the field. The gap between them was rapidly closing, as Vannister stretched forth two of his tongues. He was so close, just a few more yards and he would have her!

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Nathana let out a scream of fear and panic as she found a monstrous beast running after her. She stopped, shifted into the largest snake she could muster, which happened to be the anaconda, she raised herself several yards off the ground, her head was at least level with his, if not a little higher. Her body was one and a half feet thick and her mouth splayed open to its limit about a foot in diameter. She hissed loudly, hoping to perhaps either startle the creature giving her a brief moment to shift back and stab the thing with her blade, or scare it off completely. Faolan, who had stayed in the pack when it fell, poked his nose at the top of the pack, sniffing to find out what happened and why they had stopped.

The sudden change of the girl startled Vannister, causing him to retract his tentacles. He stood a few yards away from the massive snake. He began to circle it, giving it several deep growls. Now that he was standing still his senses began to return. Who was this girl? Obviously she was some sort of demon like him, but why was she here? Hiding from hunters? Perhaps, though this didn't seem like the ideal place. Now that he was thinking straight, maybe he could reason with her. Rising up to his full twelve feet, he spoke in his raspy voice. When he spoke his strangled throat produce and odd chorus effect, as though three were speaking at once. "For what purpose are you here?" He pointed a long bony finger at the squirming pack. "Have you come to claim this place as your own? To pillage this lands life for your own benefit? I see you have already stolen a Dire-Wolf pup." He growled again. "How else have you defiled the natural order She-Demon?"

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Nathana closed her gaping maw and stared through slitted eyes at the odd demon before her. She followed him around her, able to turn herself around so as to never break eye contact. "For your first question, I'm here because no other town, village, city, or home will have me. For the second, no, I simply needed to be away from humans and others who would do me ill will. For your third I didn't pillage. I gave the creatures I took the same respect I'd give anything else I removed from this world. The pup..." She glances over to the greyish brown head as it pokes out of the bag. "I killed its mother having mistaken it for a male. I couldn't simply let it die as it has so much of its life yet to live." She shifts back into her normal form and stares up at the enormous demon. Her scale patches shimmering in the sunlight, her black braid swaying in the slight breeze. "If you are to end me, do so now." She says with a scowl resting on her features, her elongated canines slightly showing under her top lip.

Vannister leaned in towards the girl, his face only a few inches away from hers. Her golden eyes showed no fear, only a fierceness that he could respect. He crept over to her pack, his eyes daring her to make a move. Opening the flap, he lifted the small pup out by the scruff of it's neck. It looked at him with curious eyes, having not yet learned to fear. "What have you to say little one? One day you will grow strong, and be the lifeblood of this place. I have seen countless of your lineage, each stronger and more noble creatures than the last. Should she stay here? Should your kingdom be put at risk for her?" The pup blinked at him, it's large eyes staring straight through him. With a sigh, he set the little animal down, turning back to the girl. "If what you say is true, then I will not strike you down. Raising this animal in its mothers stead is a noble act. More than I would normally expect from a She-Demon." The last word was spat out as if it tasted foul. He squatted down to her level. "I will however, be watching your actions closely. This place is my home, and I would have it remain pure." He stood again. "Let us speak in a more civil fashion shall we?" He tilted his head back, breathing in deeply. A noise like crunching bones filled the air, as his body reformed. He gasped in pain as he shrank to normal size. Luckily for his dignity, he remained on his feet. Once he had finished, he gazed at the woman with his blank eyes.

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Nathana's stance remained ever steady as the demon closed the gap between them. She could smell him. It made her want to cover her nose, yet she remained standing and still. Her eyes blazed as he took Faolan out of her pack. Though I said you could kill him... I never said that I'd let you... Her eyes softened slightly as he set the pup down, surprised by the gentleness towards the canine. She smirked as he uttered his description of her. "She-Demon." She hadn't been called that in a while. But it was used and spoken exactly the same way as before. She flinched as his body changed and the snapping of bones could be heard. The thing.... Has another form... And the sound it makes when it changes... Nasty... Her expression is one of curiosity and perhaps slight revulsion. "I have made my dwelling not a few minutes from this spot. A small cave, I've only been there for a short while." She glances over to the deerskin bag and the pack Faolan was in before looking back to the interesting demon. "I use every part of the animals I kill. Its not senseless or needless. If I had known the dire wolf was a female, let alone a mother, I would have stayed my fangs." She states, wondering exactly how close he'd be observing her. She didn't like being watched in the least. It was one of the reasons she came out into the woods.

Vannister stared at the woman. The only cave he knew of around here was the Dire Den, or at least, it was when he was here last. The Dire Den was the home cave of the forests main Dire-Wolf pack. He nodded in response to her statement. "Very well, but I would ask you to be more aware of what you are killing in the future." He glanced towards the edge's of the clearing. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere safer. You never know who or what might be listening." He picked up her bag with the pup inside, holding out to her. "Shall we?"

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Nathana nods as she takes the bag from his hand and carefully puts it over her shoulder. She grabs the deerskin bag, removing a stick from the fur and heads off in her original direction at a fast walk. I'd rather not have to deal with hunters right now... Though I'd feed their meat to the pup... I could use their bones for daggers... She exited the clearing and slowly picked up her pace to a rapid jog. The bag on her back jostled only a little as she moved smoothly over the terrain, using her knees to absorb impacts. She growled as a branch caught in her horns, she tried to shake it out, but no. It was going to remain there until she stopped to take it out. She wanted to get back to the cave where she felt at least a little bit safer.

Vannister followed the woman, watching her as she walked. She didn't look that impressive. Just an average human girl to his eyes. Yet somehow she had managed to survive for who knows how long in this forest, despite the Dire-wolves and other dangers. It would have been hard not to be a little impressed. His eyes caught a glimpse of the pup poking his snout out of the top of the bag. Taking in the animal was impressive enough in itself. In his experience, She-Demons were not generally... motherly, in any way. Who knows though? Maybe she's an exception. They moved swiftly though the dense undergrowth, bearing the spot where the Dire den used to be. "They must have abandoned it long ago." he thought. "I keep forgetting how long it's really been."

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Nathana's pace slowed as she approached a tall cliff face. She walks up to the black mouth of a cave and enters partially into the darkness. She bends down, and with a scratching sound a small torch is lit with flint and steel. She glances at the creature, well, man that's now following her. She reaches up and removes the annoying branch from her horns and takes it with her into the tunnel. This guy... I really don't trust him... But, he had the ability to kill me... I should probably play it safe... Heh... She smirks in the dim torchlight. I could bite him in his sleep and watch him pass without even knowing what I did... Though, he did seem as though it was his job to protect the forest... Killing the defender of the place I want to call home, at least for a little while may not be the best plan... The smirk fades as quickly as it came as she enters the large chamber that she resides in.

Vannister stood outside the cave, unsure of whether he should enter. He didn't trust the woman in the least, and who was to say she wouldn't simply attack him as soon as he entered? Not that she could hurt him. Still, he would rather not have to shed her blood. "Well if I stay out here, she will know I don't trust her. Probably not the best idea at this point." Entering the tunnel, he walked a short distance before entering the main cavern. It was too dark to see very deep into it. All he could make out was the girl with her torch. Walking up to her, he shielded his eyes from the torchlight. "Well now that we are in a more defendable location, we can talk. I have a few question for you and I'm sure you've some of your own. An exchange of knowledge can't hurt, agreed?"

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Nathana turns to the man behind her, her golden eyes sparkling in the torchlight. "Agreed." She nods before walking around the room lighting small white candles, illuminating the room further. Its mostly empty, aside from a rucksacks on the floor at the head of a very small pile of skins. There is also a fair amount of meat hanging from thread strung up between stalactites drying. Along one of the walls . "Would you like a fire?" She asks as she places the torch on the floor, walks over to a small pile of stacked wood and grabs a few pieces setting them in the center of the room. He probably wants me to trust him... Which I certainly won't be doing for a while... My sword will not be leaving my side... It will probably find a new home in my hand as I sleep... She thinks to herself as she puts some kindling into the pile.

He glanced at the pile of wood. Images flashed in his mind. One's he had always tried to forget. "I guess being back here is dragging up old sins... "Only if you want it. I do not require the heat, nor the light." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Definitely not the light." He shook his head, clearing his disturbed thoughts. "Anyway, my questions first." He ticked each off on his fingers. "First, how long have you lived here? Also have you met anyone else while you've been here?" A scowl crossed his face. "Human or otherwise. Second, does anyone know you are here? Finally, are you alone here?"

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