When I was young my father said to me "Son no person in this world is special alone, all beings in this world are special together" he was a wise man, a wiser man than I was back then, he taught me right from wrong and taught me to never let anger consume my actions, my mother was much the same with her teachings toward me. They said a single coin flip can determine life or death and these coin flips happen daily, these so called flips are the death of many and the victory of others, but I believe there is no luck or fate despite my teachings, I believe everything depends on the person and how they react in a certain situation, but I suppose luck can play a large part and yes I know I just contradicted myself.
PART II: TRAINING
When I was young I looked up to all the hunter propaganda with no idea of what it actually was. Shortly after my fifteenth birthday I joined the hunters claiming to be sixteen and so my training began slowly but surely, they taught me to remain calm in combat and always be merciful within combat, swordsmanship was another key factor they taught me and how I remember it was this "Your weapon is but an extension of you, another limb if you will" that was one of my favorite teachings even to this day. Each one has saved my life more than once, to become angry or try and exploit your emotions without proper training is like handing your sword to the enemy and asking to die, being calm while in combat is a must for you can better dodge and counter your enemy as most people fight with anger or rage, any emotion really. Two years into my training they decided I had learnt enough to be a hunter and see some in the field action, never once while in the field did I use my emotions and I found it was true that being calm allowed you to better interpret your foes moves and move to counter those moves without much trouble.
Within a year I was an elite hunter and had even took on my own students and I was only eighteen, they thought me nineteen though and even at that age it would be a shock to be an elite, I was so happy I thought I could die and I believed I was really doing the right thing.
PART III: ILL TIDINGS
Slowly I began to feel my mind start to slip into a darkness, my teachings changed rapidly and I began to forget what I was fighting for. I only knew one thing I was one of the people who could only take from others and it drove me into such anger and rage, my peers began to notice a change and this warranted concern from them and how valuable I actually was to them, my master had long left and I was alone, my parents didn't want to know me or accept me as their son, my peers were doubting me and my students were losing faith in my teachings. Something in me felt as if I knew what I had been doing was wrong, though I could not accept it since I was doing the right thing...right?
As I watched my world start to turn to black and white I realized something. A man who only takes is no man at all, he is weak and undeserving of any titles of power or respect. I was within a place with no honor or respect, I was in a place of taking, killing, weakness and selfishness. I had enough of the place and its beliefs, I couldn't raise killers, I couldn't let them grow up to be like them or me. It had to end but I could not do it alone, so I left and continued my training alone.
PART IV: THE NUMBING AGENT OF THE MIND
The mind is a strange thing and I learnt that in my time alone and on the road. It has it's own personal numbing agent which is called guilt, guilt will either drive you to insanity or death, or a third option which is emotionally numbing. To deal with the pain caused by the pain you dealt out daily the mind numbs itself rather than trying to come to terms with what has been done, I suppose it's a weak move but it's better than falling into madness or death. But even while numb this guilt lingers heavy on my shoulders, if once my soul was white, my deeds have long turned it black. I would work years and pay anything to remedy the evil I have done, but there is no amount of light I could cast, no amount of good I could create that would remedy my sins. So I shall continue to exceed the darkness I had cast with light and stand in the path of time and wither slowly, I know that death is the only way to pay for the remedy I seek but I am not ready to die, not just yet.
I have a little work left to do. A few more people to fight, a few more wrongs to right. Then I will be able to die and remedy those souls I had thrown to the side without a second thought, I shall meet my maker with a smile and right all those wrongs I did in my past.
PART V: HOME SWEET HOME
Finally I have somewhere to rest my bones and it's never felt better to just roll over and feel as if you could die, I really do enjoy the place I've found myself since there is enough wine and booze to put down a horse every hour for a year. It's finally a turning point in my life with a small ray of sunlight casting over me for once and all I can think of doing is opening the next bottle and pouring myself another glass. The living standards are pretty good as well, a comfy bed, tv, a kitchen, a bar and a small sitting area. All of it is pretty nice and has even given me a few hours of actual rest without the sound of shooting and swords clanging, it's peaceful almost too peaceful and I find myself asking do I deserve this rest or is it being selfish to rest here without paying my dues.
Also pretty close to another school that my old man suggested after I turned up on his doorstep somewhat distraught, Ir-something which is meant to be a school and I know it pretty well since I took apart in one of the attacks on it, I regret it now but there is nothing I can do about it. Better just lay low if I go there and hope for the best or I come clean and bare the severity of my actions and make it clear I'm ready to change my ways or try to at least.
PART VI: ONE LAST DEED
I got word that one of my old mentors was in the area and with a few hunters I used to train with, now I know I promised myself no more killing but this time around it was warranted. If I could turn back time I wouldn't have done what I did that night and that would save me from getting fifty shades of shit kicked out of me, upon getting to the old meeting chamber I was rustled and lets just say traitors are not treated well within the Hunters order, I took a few hours of abuse but let me tell you this revenge was so fucking sweet on that cake, I didn't just kill my old training buddies but I also killed my the old fucker. Now it may not seem like it has done much but without him the numbers of skilled hunters being trained will lower greatly, which means that the numbers of mythical beings killed will lower slightly with it.
The outcome was worth the punishment I took, but it doesn't change how bad my muscles and bones ache and the fact I can barely see out of my right eye anymore. I covered my tracks well though told my new fellow students I was going for a run, which seemed to work out. Now I just need to avoid being seen, I can't use med-bay or anything or that will raise questions about the state I am in and I don't need further questioning, I got enough hate directed at me within the school so lets not make it worse. Lets just stay quiet and toward the back of the crowds for once.
PART VI: TBA
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ALWAYS CARRIED
PART I: Duel double blades
Two gold and silver double blades that seem to shimmer in the sunlight and glow in the moonlight, the blades are fondly named "Moonlight blades". The blades have the ability to harness the energy from the user and turn them into bolts of energy that have stunning or damaging affects depending on the users mood, the blades are Worn on his waist.
PART II: Light hunters armor
A set of black cloth and metal armor that seems light and flexible, yet sturdy. The armor being quite battered but still in good shape, easily concealed under a jacket.
PART III: Light two handed broadsword
A sword that is used very rarely compared to his duel blades, the blade itself is made out of moonsteel which is rare and strong mineral. The sword is best for longer and heavier swings, allowing it to do great deals of damage in a single swing if it hits, this blade is worn on his back.