Blayze

Phoenix stood atop the waterfront warehouse, his trenchcoat flapping wildly in the breeze. The wind was strong, which meant that the Malacha'ai demon would be able to pick up his scent from a long way off. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, landing heavily on the furthest. He looked down into the dockyard, and saw his enemy. The Malacha'ai demon known as Boru had his wings open, and had his back to Phoenix. Perfect. Phoenix jumped down from the rooftop and drew his sword in midair. He landed almost on top of his enemy, who, at the last minute, turned and swiped upwards. He caught Phoenix on the chin, and sent him flying through the air backwards. He flipped over and landed on his feet, graceful as a cat. He dashed towards Boru, sword flashing, and swung. The Malacha'ai demon dodged and punched him hard in the face. It knocked him to the floor. The demon stood over him. "Poor, pathetic Phoenix. Thinking you could destroy me on your own. Every Hunter put together wouldn't be able to scratch me, but you, I could squash like a bug. But that would be no fun now, would it Phoenix? I'm going to make you wish you were dead, and then grant your wish!" Phoenix was picked up by some form of magical embrace, and hung, suspended in the air, while Boru went about torturing him...

Phoenix scratched his wound, feeling it heal. That healing drug was extremely effective. He was almost well enough to hunt again. He was staring unflinchingly at the computer screen, watching the Malacha'ai demon who had kidnapped him move rapidly across the city. Currently he was in the docks, waiting for something. Soon Phoenix would be able to kill him. Soon he would be strong enough to fight. There was a knock on the door, and Selino walked in. "I'm here to check up on you," he said. Phoenix laid down on the bed, and Selino unwrapped his bandages. The wound was now completely gone, within a few hours ofhim receiving it. "I think I can safely say you are completely healed, Phoenix. You can return to hunting any time you're ready. This was excellent news. Now Phoenix could go out and find the Malacha'ai demon as soon as he was ready.

Phoenix was jerked back to consciousness by a syringe being inserted into his arm. He gasped, and rubbed his eyes. He looked around, and saw that he was no longer in the cell, but on a soft medical bed in Night's mansion. Selino was by his side, administering a quick-healing drug developed from the venom of a certain demon. It would close up Phoenix's wound in no time. "Selino," Phoenix croaked, "How did I get here?" "Master Night exchanged you with that Malacha'ai demon. It was tricky, but we got you back." "Did any of you see the demon that did this to me?" he asked. "No, but it's quite a wound. It'll take several hours to heal." "I don't have that kind of time. I have to find that demon." "I'm afraid that's out of the question, Hunter. If you take part in any stressful activities then the wound will reopen and we'll be back at square one." "Okay, Selino, but make sure I get a computer in here. I managed to get a tracking device on the demon without him seeing, although it could be tricky. He was a teleporter." "Very well, Hunter, but I urge you not to get too excited." Selino completed administering the drug and left the room. That demon knew who I was, thought Phoenix. I have to find him... Already he could feel the drug taking effect. The wound would be closed soon.

Hawk spread his wings wide and soared down from the top of the building he was perched on. He landed gracefully, drawing his sword with a grace unsurpassed by many. "Flame on," he said quietly, in a voice as smooth as silk. His sword burst into flame as he approached the vampires feeding on a young man up ahead. He was screaming as their fangs pierced the skin and they began to drink deeply. Hawk ran towards them quickly and quietly, and decapitated the first before they even knew he was there. It crumbled to dust, and he had run the second vampire through soon after that. He sliced upwards and almost cut the vampire in half. It dusted same as the first. He placed his hand on the man's neck and replaced the lost blood. "Thank you so much!" the man said, before running off in the other direction. "You're welcome," replied Hawk, before spreading his wings again and flying back up to perch on the building like some living gargoyle.

Phoenix struggled back to consciousness, and tried to move his hand to rub the haze from his eyes. He found that he couldn't move his arm because it was shackled to the wall. He was slumped against a cold stone wall, with his top and weapons removed. He coughed to clear his throat, and whispered: "Kathra? Kathra? Are you in here?" He heard a small whimper from the corner, and saw that his beloved companion had been forced into a muzzle, and was chained to the wall in a fashion similar to him. He looked down at his stomach, where he had been stabbed earlier. He had been bandaged up, but blood was still leaking from the wound, staining the bandage scarlet. He felt the blood rush out of him, and blacked out again...

Phoenix took up his familiar vantage point on top of the roof of a small building. Down below he saw a battle unfolding. There was a demon there, as well as two of his fellow Hunters, Zet and Ziarre. Zet was on the floor, and Ziarre was faring much better. She had hurt the demon with her powers of flame, but he was a strong one, he could feel it. He was standing facing Ziarre, with a rapier drawn. He looked dangerous. Phoenix was thinking about how he could help them when he heard something behind him. He listened to the familiar growling and deduced that it was a demon. He turned and drew his crossbow in one fluid movement, aiming it at the newly emerged demon's face. It was a human-looking demon, dressed in a black cloak, with two swords on its back. The hood of the cloak was down and its face was showing. It was bald and extremely pale, wiht blue veins visible through its scalp. Its eyes were yellow and cold, and it had a very thin mouth. "I don't know what you want, but you're not gonna get it," said Phoenix. "Ah yes, I seem to remeber you were a feisty one, Phoenix," it replied. "How do you know my name?" asked Phoenix. "I know a lot about you Phoenix. Like the fact that your life has been a constant search for the demon who killed your family. And that you couldn't care less if you die while you fight evil." "How do you know these things about me? In fact I don't even care how you know or who you are. All I care about is that you die!" He raised his crossbow and fired at the demon's head. The demon was not there any more as the bolts flew through the air. Phoenix felt something grab him from behind and run him through with long sharp claws. He fell to his knees, before falling forwards and hitting the ground. Blood poured from his wound, and he blacked out...

Reinhardt sat quietly in his tower, in a state of calm. He had been reading the book he had stolen from the vampire mansion. It was fascinating stuff. It seemed that Michael Corvin was the direct descendant of Corvinus, and that was what meant he could be a hybrid. The book also told Reinhardt that this hybrid, while a genetic mistake that should be wiped from the gene pool, was also super strong and super fast. Fortunately, the beast could be harmed by subjecting it to silver and sunlight at the same time. This would hurt the creature greatly, but may not kill it. No-one knew how to kill the abomination, but Reinhardt would definitely make sure he found out. He threw his jacket on and jumped from the balcony. All he needed was a sample of Corvin's blood to test. He rounded the corner, and bumped into a figure who towered above him in height. He looked up and saw an angry, hairy face growling at him. A lycan for sure. "Hi!" Reinhardt said cheerily, before leaping into the air and rebounding off the wall next to him. He sailed far over the lycan's head, landing behind him. The lycan drew an uzi and fired in Reinhardt's general direction. He dodged the bullets, and drew the handgun containing the silver nitrate rounds. He fired four shots into the lycan's chest, where they smoked and sizzled, but this didn't stop the lycan. He ran towards Reinhardt, transforming into his lycanthropic form as he ran. Reinhardt jumped, and forward flipped over the lycan's head, landing on his feet behind the lycan. He fired more shots into its back, filling it with so much silver that eventually it had to lay down and die in a smoking heap on the ground. Reinhardt left the alleyway quickly.

Phoenix whipped round, his trenchcoat flying out behind him as he spun and lopped off the head of a hell hound. It fell to the floor, blood spraying out of the severed neck. He used the momentum to stab his sword through another hound's face, killing it instantly. "Night! Are you okay?" he shouted to his leader, who was surrounded by five hounds. "I'm fine, just look out behind you!" he replied, swinging his sword through the flesh of the hounds. Phoenix spun just in time and dropped. A hell hound flew through the air, where his head had just been a few seconds ago, and Phoenix thrust his blade up through it's midsection, and as it flew throught the air, it dragged the blade through the rest of its body. It fell to the floor, almost in two halves. Phoenix got to his feet to see Night surrounded by five hell hound corpses. He was about to compliment Night on his fighting style, when he heard deep growling and strange voices from the shadows. "We've got more coming!!!" he shouted to his companions. More black shadows flew towards them, emerging from the shadows...

Phoenix ran to the slums, trying to keep up with Night. Goddamn it he was fast. Phoenix decidd to cheat. He drew up the runes in his mind, and activated the Typhoon Rune. He ran at unbelievable speeds towards the slums, his trenchcoat flapping furiously behind him. He called upon the deactivation runes, seeing that he was nearly at the slums. It took him the rest of the distance to stop. He saw the location of the explosion. It had wrecked a small building, leaving nothing but smoking wreckage and ruin. He turned to see Night arrive in the slums. "I never want to see you misuse your rune like that again, Hunter," he said fiercely. "No sir," Phoenix said obligingly. "H...h...help m-m-me!" Phoenix heard a weak voice from the shadows. He ran to find who was calling. He followed the voice, and it led him deep into the shadows. There was now no voice, and it had been replaced by a deep hissing. "You'll never stop me, Hunter!" said a voice. A female demon jumped at him from the shadows, and he rolled with the impact. He ended up lying on the floor with this female demon on top of him, reaching for his throat. "You'll make ever such a tasty dinner, Hunter," she said coldly. Suddenly, there was a slicing sound, and blood poured out of the demon's mouth and onto Phoenix's face. It looked like Night had stabbed the creature. Damn that guy was good. "Thank you sir," Phoenix said humbly. "Don't worry about it, Hunter, just doing what you should have done. Now don't listen to any more faceless voices. We need to find out what went on here, and wait for the other Hunters." "Yes sir."

Phoenix stood quietly outside Night's office. He knew he was in for it. He heard muffled voices throught the door, and then footsteps moving towards the door. He moved quickly away from the door and pretended to be examining some archaic artifact on a shelf. The door of Night's office creaked slowly open and Selino walked throught the open doorway, closing the door behind him. Phoenix turned nonchalantly and said: "Oh hi, Selino, how's it going?" "Night is not happy with you, Phoenix, but he has decided to let you off this time due to the fact that you are late because you were hunting." "Thanks a bunch, Selino." "It is not me you should be thanking, Phoenix, it is Master Night." "Sure thing, Selino." "Now report in for your mission. I need to take your weapons from you. You know Night's rules." "Ok, here you go." Phoenix handed the elderly retainer his sword and crossbow, took a deep breath and entered Night's office... (Sorry, posts are kind of short at the moment, but it will get better once the action kicks in)

Reinhardt stepped gingerly out into the hall and crept into the great library. He walked quietly over to the biggest glass case in the room and opened it. He took out the massive tome that was inside and stowed it inside his coat. He left the library and crept along the corridor to the armoury. This would be slightly harder to infiltrate. As he entered the room, he immediately saw three vampires standing over a desk with some sort of weaponry on it. He drew one pistol, fired three shots, and they were unconscious straight away. He walked over to a large drawer marked "Scavenged Lycan Weaponry" and opened it. Inside there was just what he needed. A Desert Eagle pistol, identical in design to his, but loaded with Ultra-Violet emitting bullets. Just what he needed for taking out pesky vampires. He switched it with on of his own pistols, and found a few UV grenades in the drawer as well, which he took. He also took some silver nitrate grenades for dealing with Lycans. He turned to leave, but one of the vampires he had knocked out was standing. Perfect. He needed to test his new weapon. He drew the UV gun and fired three shots into the vampire's chest. He choked and died as three miniature suns burned inside his chest. Excellent. They worked. He left the room and the mansion, before stopping just outside the gates to check on his back. The burnt flesh was healing at an accelerated rate, but it was still tender. He had climbed over the fence just in time. The vampire guard dogs would have attacked his back, which was his only vulnerable place currently. He began to run back into the city...

Sorry its taken so long for me to post, I've been away in Wales. Phoenix crouched on the corner of the roof, crossbow in hand and sword on back. He was waiting for his enemy. Suddenly, a shadowy movement. He raised the crossbow and fired, throwing out five bolts in rapid succession, striking his target in the head, neck and shoulder. It went down, screeching and burning into a pile of charred flesh, owing to the bleesed crossbow bolts Phoenix's crossbow was loaded with. He then decided that maybe he had better report to Night for his mission. He was late as it was. He leapt down from the roof, and hit the wet ground, throwing up splashes. His wolf, Kathra, emerged from a shadowy alley to join him. He stroked her to show his appreciation and ran in the direction of Night's office. Night was going to kill him...

Name: Hawk Age: Apparent-25 Real-672 Race: Angel Bio: Hawk is one of the youngest Angels placed on Earth to battle the Vampires, but is also one of the fiercest fighters. He hates Vampires more than anything, and is honour-bound to destroy as many as he possibly can. He disguises himself as a human, but has problems fitting in with the current trends, although he usually manages in the end. He has a grand pair of wings, which he hides away from humans. He resents the fact that the war must be fought away from the humans, as he respects them and their ways. He has one major weakness, however. He trusts humans too much, and doesn't share the belief of some other Angels that they are expendable. He cannot kill humans, even mercy-killings sicken him, so he protects them if they are ever put in danger in battle. He wears black. A black jacket, black t-shirt, black trousers and black boots to protect his skin from the darkness. He has brown hair and yellow eyes (he wears blue contact lenses to hide this from the humans).

Reinhardt coughed and spluttered his way back into consciousness. He looked down, noting that he was bare-chested, the scars on his chest shining dimly in the cold light. He was also suspended a few feet off the ground, and he felt a burning sensation in his back. He looked behind him and saw that he was manacled to a crucifix on the wall, and it was burning his flesh away in clouds of smoke. The bullet-wounds from earlier had almost healed, thankfully. "Well, he may not be Corvin, but he's a good catch anyway," he heard an upper-class English accent comment smugly. He looked down and saw that he was inside the vampire's manor house. This was perfect. An opportunity to see how the vampires worked, if he could escape. "Yes, Marcus will give us a great reward for finding him," another voice said. He saw that he was surrounded by a group of three Death Dealers, possibly the ones who had found him on the ground previously. Reinhardt gathered all his strength, and pulled oin the manacles. They began to come out of the wall behind him. He looked and saw that the flesh on his back was all but gone, leaving muscle exposed. He pulled again, and the manacles loosened a little more. With one final burst of strength, he wrenched the manacles out of the wall, and he dropped to the ground. The Death Dealers were on him. He dropped one with a vicious palm to the nose, his neck snapping back with a sickening crunch, then spun and elbowed the second in the chest, breaking some ribs, and possibly puncturing a lung. Then he drew his leg back and hammered it into the third's knee, breaking it, and then another kick to the groin, smashing the pelvis, and a third and final kick to the head, smashing the skull open and pulverising the brain. In a few seconds he had incapacitated three fully-trained Death Dealers. He picked up his sword, guns and clothes, and left the room swiftly.

Steele sat on board the Pelican, clicking his heels and twiddling his thumbs. He was bored. He had disassembled and reassembled his assault rifle four times since he had boarded the ship. And Wright, who was about as far up his own ass as you could get, had given him lip about the civilians that he hadn't found. Steele was royally ticked off. Finally, he jumped off the ship and ran towards a covenant at the door. He was so bored that he threw down his assault rifle and began taking on a Covenant Elite with his fists. He rained blow after blow on the Elite's face, pounding it to a bloody pulp with his Mjolnir-enhanced strength. He punched an arm, snapping it until it was hanging on by a single tendon. Then he delivered a swift, lethal kick to the face, snapping the Elite's neck with a sickening crack. "Steele!" he heard a voice shout from the ship. "Get back here right now!" It was Wright. God I hate that guy, thought Steele. He trudged back to the ship, picking up his assault rifle on the way. "I swear to God if you do anything that stupid again, Steele, I will rip you apart myself and not leave you to the Covenant." "Screw you!" Steele replied, boarding the ship again...

The weak human body slumped lifelessly to the floor, her life-blood pouring from the puncture marks in her neck. Hastor Reinhardt let go of the body, licking the blood from his lips. His tower was sacred, not to be disturbed by anyone, human, vampire, Lycan or impure Hybrid. Anyone who did enter would feel pain unlike any ever felt before. He stood up, his black hair flopping over his face. He went to the wall, and took down his long black Death Dealer trenchcoat, taken from a vampire he had killed long ago. He checked the rounds in his Desert Eagle handguns, slid his throwing knives into his various pockets, and strapped his katana to his back. He found the weight of the weapon comforting. Reinhardt walked through the door onto the balcony of his high tower. He jumped over the railing and fell thirty or so feet to the floor, landing on his feet, completely unharmed. He smelt the air. It smelt good, as if tonight would be the night that he would find Selene, and her lover, the impure Michael Corvin. He hated and loathed this Hybrid, although he knew that this creature was to be feared more than any other. The Death Dealers would be out looking for them, he knew this. Good, he thought, If they weaken the heretic Corvin then he shall be easy prey for me. But if they get in the way, they shall feel the wrath of Hastor Reinhardt. He heard a thud on the ground behind him, and spun, his coat flapping in the cold night wind. He now stood face to face with a Death Dealer, a tall, white haired individual, holding a pistol in one hand. "So you're the famous Hastor Reinhardt!" the vampire gloated, "Marcus will give me a great reward for your capture." "Do you really think he is worried about me at times like this, fool?" Reinhardt retorted, "He is much more concerned about the destruction of the Hybrid Michael Corvin!" "Oh really?" said the Death Dealer, now becoming aware of the truth of what Reinhardt was saying. He aimed his gun shakily at the traitorous vampire, getting ready to fire. But Reinhardt was too quick. In an instant, he had drawn his katana, run towards his foe, and decapitated him. Blood fountained from the Death Dealer's severed neck, and the body dropped to its knees, before hitting the ground with a thud. But the Death Dealer had been trained to be fast. Before he had died, he had fired two shots, which hit Reinhardt in the stomach. They had little effect, due to the silver nitrate contained within them not being lethal to vampires. But the shock of the two impacts sent Reinhardt into a black hole of unconsciousness, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was three Death Dealers standing over him, laughing gleefully.

Steele dashed towards the south port, deperately searching for humans to evacuate. So far he had only found one, and managed to get her to the civilian docking bay without harm. "Only found one, huh, Steele?" he heard the irritating, smart alec voice of Jacks coming through the commlink in his helmet. "Shut up, Jacks, I've had it up to here with you!" he shouted back. He heard Jacks groan with the feedback played directly into his ear, a sound which brought a hint of a smile to his lips. He entered the south port through the main doors, and was faced with the sight of a squad of Elites. "Oh, bollocks," he groaned exasperatedly. They leapt towards him, swords drawn, and mouths slung with drool. He threw a frag grenade into the port, and dived out of the room as it detonated. The walls of the port were drenched with Covenant blood. "Eat that!" he cried excitedly. Now all that was left to do was board the transport Cortana had prepared and wait for his fellow Spartans...

Master Sergeant Connor Steele rounded the corner, only to find himself facing a muscle-bound Covenant Elite brandishing an energy sword in one fist. It screeched and threw itself down the corridor at him. "Oh, hell no!" he exclaimed. He lifted his assault rifle and fired into the Elite's chest. The thing went down in a spray of purplish-blue blood. It hit the floor hard and slid until it was next to Connor's feet. "That's how its done" he sadi to himself. He reached down and picked up the creature's sword. "That's definitely what I am talking about!" he said. He carried on down the corridor to the Engine room. As he entered the dark room, he activated the light on his Mjolnir helmet. The room was suddenly flooded with a bright light. He searched around for survivors. There was blood on the floor, both human and Covenant. Either someone had gone down with a fight, or a wounded Covenant had dragged itself in here and injured a couple of humans. He hoped to God that it was the latter. He searched into the far corners of the room, his light beaming into them, flooding them with light. A screech echoed around the room, and Connor whirled around, his light dancing across the walls. A Covenant dropped from a high gantry, armed with a plasma rifle. Connor jumped at the beast, his jumping ability greatly increased by the modifications in his armour, and sliced into its neck with his newly-acquired energy sword. It crunched into the cartilage in the thing's neck, and lopped its head off, sending it rolling to the floor. The creature's body hit the ground, bounced, and then was still. Connor looked for human survivors, and shouted for them, but there were no replies. He left the engine room, disappointed.

Name: Phoenix Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Human Team: Hunters Appearance: Tall, dark brown hair and electric blue eyes, scar over left eye, wears a long brown trenchcoat over black t-shirt, trousers and boots Companion: Kathra, Wolf-named after Phoenix's beloved little sister Companion's Skill: Fighting Bio: Phoenix was almost killed by a demon at a very young age, he escaped with just a scar but his parents, sister and best friend were brutally mutilated and killed. He became a hunter to kill as many demons as he could and to find the demon who killed everyone who was precious to him. He decided a long time ago to push through the fear with humour, and has developed a sharp, biting dark sense of humour. He enjoys nothing more than the thrill of the hunt Personality: Humour disguises a troubled personality Weapons: A blessed longsword with his mother's name written on the blade (Hathrek), a lightweight mechanical automatic crossbow with blessed crossbow bolts (see film "Van Helsing" for an idea of what I'm talking about) Rune: Typhoon Rune

Loved the film so this should be fun. Here we go!!! Name: Hastor Reinhardt Gender: Male Race: Vampire Weapons: Twin converted Desert Eagles which fire silver nitrate-containing exploding bullets, silver throwing daggers, silver-coated katana with vampiric script on the hilt History: Looks 29, but is actually nearly 100. Was bitten by a vampire, but never joined their ranks, as he has always been a loner. Bio: Reinhardt killed his first Lycan at the age of fifteen, as a human. He used his father's katana, which had a silver coating on the blade. This fight was witnessed by a vampire, and this vampire turned him. He later went home and killed his family, just for a laugh. He has always been fascinated by the history of the vampire-lycan war, and hates Michael Corvin for impurifying the vampire bloodline. He has made it his own personal goal to hunt down and kill Michael Corvin and his guardian angel Selene, and if anyone gets in his way, vampire or lycan, he will gladly kill them without a single moment's hesitation. He has killed so many vampires and lycans in his time that he is a wanted criminal in both their books. Appearance: Reinhardt wears a Death Dealer uniform to try and blend in with the other vampires around, but has secret pockets sewn into his coat to conceal his throwing daggers and guns. He carries his sword in a black leather scabbard on his back. He has pale skin and shoulder-length black hair. Hope this is okay.

Ok here we go. This should be cool, as the game is awesome! Name: Master Sergeant Connor "Blazing Guns" Steele Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance: Black armour with red highlights Personality: Cold, steely, battle-hardened warrior-takes everything seriously. Can be slightly suicidal-seems to enjoy kamikaze missions Weapon Style: Earth and Covenant Favoured Weapon: Assault Rifle and Covenant Sword (Halo 2) Favoured Vehicle: The good old Warthog Bio: Steele was involved in the defence of Earth against Covenant forces. He joined the American Marines at the age of just 18, believing it to be more of a challenge than the British Military, and quickly rose through the ranks of the army, due to his service in New Mombas. He returned to his home in London to find that his entire neighbourhood had been destroyed in the Covenant attack, along with his family and friends. He now hates the Covenant even more, and will do anything to stop them. He was quickly chosen as a Master Chief trainee on account of his superior combat skills, both long-range and close. He will do everything in his power to destroy the Covenant once and for all.

The Abhorsen books rock!!!! I dunno whether I'm doing this right as this is the first thread I am participating in, by the way. Name: Carthre Letin Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: 6" tall, strong, athletic build, short, spiky blond hair, small scar on left cheek, pale skin, dark brown eyes, wears a black jacket over a white canvas shirt, with black trousers and scuffed black boots. Side: Independent Weapon: Longsword "Haretha", long steel blade, dull bronze handle wrapped in a red rag, charter spelled Magic: Charter Magic Accessories: A silver neck chain, with an engraving saying something in an ancient archaic script.