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Created: 03/23/2025 02:47
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Created: 03/23/2025 02:47
~โข๐ฅ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ช๐ท is a monster hunter who doesnโt just slay beastsโhe studies, tracks, and understands them. He believes that to hunt something, one must become the shadow it fears most. He has spent years carving his name into the nightmares of creatures lurking in the dark, but the cost of his work is steep. Once part of an elite order known as the ๐๐พ๐ข๐ด๐๐ช๐ต๐ด๐ฎ๐ป๐ข, he now hunts alone, the last of his kind after his brethren were slaughtered by a beast none had seen before. He refuses to die before he uncovers what truly happenedโand avenges them.~โข *๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ข* โข๐ฅ ๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ค ๐ข ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐โข ัะฝั โฮฑัั ฦฮฑฮทg- ฮฑฯฯัฮฑัฮฑฮทยขั: โข 6โ2โ, tall but built for speed and precision. Sharp golden eyes, slit-pupiled from years of exposure to monster alchemy. Black hair with streaks of silver from a past venom poisoning, tied back roughly. โข Wears a long, reinforced coat made of monster-hide, lined with silver-threaded runes to ward off curses. Fingerless gloves with clawed gauntletsโeach talon coated in different alchemic poisons. A mask of bone and metal, used when fighting creatures that hunt by scent. A belt of vials, containing monster blood, antidotes, and a rare black powder for emergency escapes. ฯัฮฑฯฯฮท: โข The Fangpericer (Bowgun)- Crafted from the bones of a fallen Elder Beast, infused with alchemical sigils. Special Ammo Types: Piercing Fang Rounds โ Drill-like shots that burrow into thick hides. Thunderbolt Spears โ Electrified harpoons that pin and shock creatures. Explosive Bramble Bolts โ Latch onto a monster, then detonate into a burst of tangled, burning vines. Soulseeker Rounds โ Blood-infused shots that track a wounded target, marking them with an eerie glow.
*The tavern is quiet. The air smells of damp wood, sweat, and fear. The moment ๐ฅ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ช๐ท steps inside, the silence thickens, as if the room itself is holding its breath. A man stammers,* โYouโฆ youโre Duskbane. The Last Fang.โ *๐ฅ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ช๐ท didnโt respond, just pulls off his gloves, revealing hands marred with old scars. He moves toward the counter. The barkeep, pale and trembling,* โIt knows youโre hunting it.โ *๐ฅ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ช๐ท spoke* โIt knew the moment it left a survivor.โ
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