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[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive][b]This will be a mature RP. [/b][/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]The encylopida sized book dropped down in front of her heavily, the loud thud echoing throughout the office thickly.[/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]"Tomya, what the hell have you been doing lately? Do you see how many cases have piled up since you took on the that missing persons?"
The young woman looked up and took the yellow shade from the bridge of her nose, her ice blue eyes gleaming with an inner darkness that made the man take a step backwards.
"Do you realize how important that missing persons case is?"
"I understand your looking for your brother Tomya, but we are an organization built to help the nation, and your a part of it."[/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]"An organization, which means there are more agents than me, send one of them."
"None of them get the job done as well as your sector, you know this Tomya."[/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]She pinched the bridge of her nose and put her hands on the desk, looking down at the book she opened it slowly before flipping through the pages quietly.
"Wendigos? Wraiths? This is all petty C class cases, I'm not gonna waste my Sectors time on stipid crap like this Elder."[/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]"Tomya, the last case in that book...the case of the White Woman...someone saw a man in that town...one that matched the discription of your older brother."
Oka looked up at the old man again, she closed the book without warning and stood up sliding the shades back onto her nose. [/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]"Get preperations together, I'll tell the sector to be ready by morning. But be warned Elder, this better not be a wild goose chase...or you will see the darker side of me and the very reason you inducted me."[/font][/color]
[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Walking out from behind the desk she walked from the office and down the hall towards her room, opening the door she walked in and closed the door behind her before pullling the shades off once again, looking at her reflection her icey eyes gleamed once again before she pulled the duffle bag from the peg on her door and began to pack it. [/font][/color]

[center][color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]We are hunters, we circle the globe finding creatures, hunting them down before the have the chance to kill innocents. Sometimes we make it in time to save the victims, sometimes we arrive to late; but we never stop and we never give in. Relentless to save as many as we can we hunt these beasts without mercy and without revealing the true secret of our organization. [/font][/color][/center]
[center][color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Our organization is made up of Sectors, some are higher than others in their work, taking what we call S class jobs, dangerous jobs that no other will take. Our Sectors are constantly on the move, and constantly at work and at risk of death. But we must continue this work for if we don't the world shall fall into chaos. [/font][/color][/center]
[center][color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]The highest Sector we have now is led by a monsterous woman by the name of Oka Tomya, her curse is what drives her, and haunts her. Her Sector is the best and most dangerous we have on hand, and things have been getting wrose. Killings and murders every other day, dissappearances, and kidnapping. But these things are far from coincidence, and we are aiming to discover why.[/font][/color][/center]

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[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Name: Oka Tomya[/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Age: 24[/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Sex: Female[/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Apperance: Oka is a beautiful, yet seemingly unapproachable woman, fairly tall she stands at 5'4 and weighs around 150-160lbs. She has ice blue eyes that seem to gleam a dark shade when she's serious or angered. Her hair runs in thick, pale white waves down her back, giving her a somewhat etheral look about her. Her wardrobe consists of jeans and tanks. Usually seen in dark blue jeans, and a white tank top, she wears a black and white sleeveless over coat over that and thick soled combat boots with steel inserts in the toes of them. More often that not she has on a pair of steel studded fighting gloves on as well. Whenever she is around people she constantly wears a pair of yellow tinted shades to cover her eyes. [/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Personality: Somewhat schluded she tends to keep to her self more often than not, not fond of crowds the only people she'll usually even remotely open up to are the people in her Sector, and thats on rare occasions. [/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Background: Oka and her brother we paired in a sector together, they had been named the best in centuries til a certain assighnment changed her life forever. The case they took landed them in a small remote town on the out side of Colorado, the case was smooth til that night, she describes the attack as animalistic and without remorse. She continues to live with the scars and curse of that night forever, still searching for her bother who was never found. Her secret is one that is kept tight within a circle of very few people and is never to be told to anyone. [/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Weapon: Steel inforced boots and gloves. [/font][/color]

[color=#000080][font=comic sans ms,cursive]Fighting Style: She is a hand to hand fighter, her strength and speed is better than any have seen she uses a mixture of kick boxing paired with her own unique style. [/font][/color]
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[color=#b22222][size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Name: T.J.[/font][/size]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Age: 24[/font][/size]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Sex: Male[/font][/size]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Appearance: Stands at roughly 5'4", weighing in at 118 lbs. T.J. has a tan complexion and a fairly athletic build. He doesn't seem to be very muscular but he does hide his strength limits well enough. While not completely brawny, he makes up for it in agility and speed. His hair is always cut short and almost always worn under a hat. A small beard and mustache and a bit of stubble show his little attention to full maintenance since he never keeps either trimmed outside of shaving when it gets out of hand. T.J. is marked with a scald mark on his right knee and a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder which is his insignia as he calls it. He rarely wears anything outside of jeans or shorts and a T-shirt with a grey zippered hooded sweatshirt with a wolf and dragon on the back.[/font][/size]

[font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]Personality: T.J. is very soft spoken and feels as though actions speak louder than words anyway. He is generally reserved and level-headed, often making him the voice of reason for his associates and friends. It is hard to get past his level of patience for most although he lacks patience for impatience. T.J. has a hard time not taking things said to him to heart, but there are only few things that actually get through. He has a strong level of determination and has a hard time giving up or withdrawing willingly, but knows when it's absolutely necessary to do so. He has the ability to have faith in those he is close to, despite his lack of faith in humanity. He is very apologetic and has a tendency of taking the blame for things that he hasn't even done.[/size][/font]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Background: Born and raised in the northeast, T.J.'s been more or less isolated by there. It was mostly by choice that he stayed there for most of his life, just recently having little choice but to relocate with the rise of these creatures. After working security for a Casino for a little while and having it attacked by a group of large canine-looking creatures - which he came to learn were called Barghests - he managed to get his way out of that situation and most of the patrons at the casino. He had gunned down most of the creatures himself with what ammunition he could find for the standard Submachine guns the company assigned them. After the struggle and having taken a few licks from the Barghests that got in close, T.J. took the time to evacuate everyone he could and went to collect some more ammunition. However, his search came up dry since it took more bullets to drop one of these things than it would a person.[/font][/size]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]He shrugged and went toward his car, only to get shoulder checked into the ground by a Barghest much larger than the others. He shook off the hit as best as he could, although still dazed for a time and ran to his car, popping the trunk while the massive beast toppled other cars over from the victims of the attack who didn't make it. He drew out his personal firearm and grabbed one of his Brooklyn Crushers from his bag and tucked it into his belt, readying the Desert Eagle and taking the safety off. As he managed to take aim, he dropped to his stomach as a car rolled over his, but more importantly over his head. He took two clean shots from the ground into the Barghest's gut, crippling it before he landed two more shots in each of its hind legs. He fired one more shot into its chest as he got to his feet and another for the large arm reaching for him before closing the gap, dropping the magnum and drawing his bat, slamming it down into the beast's head with both hands. With a sigh of relief as the beast stopped moving, T.J. turned and picked his firearm back up, ejecting the empty clip and tucking it away. He closed his eyes and started back toward the trunk of his car before he found himself blindsided by another Barghest. Although it was one of the normal sized ones, he found himself pinned and unable to escape its grip. He felt jaws closing in on his throat only to feel the weight of the beast suddenly lifted as it went flying off of him.[/font][/size]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]He looked to see his savior from death was a man with dark blue eyes who stood at roughly six feet even. T.J. glanced over to the now crippled and unmoving beast and could see where the man had kicked him square in the side of the head with his reinforced boots. The man uncrossed his arms and offered a hand to pick T.J. up, which he accepted. "You didn't do too bad, kid. You should consider joining a sector. Could use someone like you with a little training," he said with a chuckle. T.J. looked back at the casino, doubting he'd get much work there anymore after what had just happened. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then? Well, let's get you packed. Time to relocate," the man said, starting to walk toward a black H3. T.J. sighed and packed what he could from his car into his bat bag(which doubled as his gun bag). What he didn't know is he was about to go through a lot of changes...and see a lot more things as a Hunter.[/font][/size]

[font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]He was trained by other hunters in his first sector, having his knowledge of the martial arts expanded. The physical training he endured made him feel like he could crack anything with his bats and hit any target with his Deagle. He felt like he could keep what happened at the casino from reoccurring. Unfortunately, the man who recruited him never gave his name and unfortunately he had gone missing a while back. He hopes to one day find him and thank him for giving him new life and a chance to save others.[/size][/font][/color]

[size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][color=#b22222]Weapon: [/color][url="http://www.tactical-life.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/desert-eagle-mark-xix-50-ae.jpg"][color=#b22222]Desert Eagle Mark XIX AE .50[/color][/url][color=#b22222] and Steel(and other metal) Baseball bats(generally "Brooklyn Crushers")[/color][/font][/size]

[color=#b22222][size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Fighting style: [/font][/size][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]Mix of martial arts, generally striking, countering, wrestling, and streetfighting as well as firearm knowledge. Preferred fire arms being magnums and submachine guns due to familiarity. He has a constant supply of baseball bats brought with him on missions.[/size][/font][/color] Edited by Kayin
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[color=darkred]Name: Dylan Tyros

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: [[url=http://static.zerochan.net/600/39/12/185639.jpg]Dylan[/url]][[url=http://dark.pozadia.org/images/wallpapers/98281355/Dark/Post%20Apocalyptic%20Assassin.jpg]Gear[/url]]
Stands just shy of six foot with bright green eyes and weighing in around 210lbs with a bronze complexion. When not wearaing his gear he is normally seen in forest green cargo pants and a white t shirt with blue reflective shades and black steel toed work boats.

Personality: Dylan is normally the guy to lean against the wall outside of the group during meetings or group discussions preferring to listen and throw in his two cents when needed. While not a loner he does hold conversations but doesn't go seeking them. Normally spending his hours outside catching a tan or in the gym practicing.

Background: Not much is known about Dylan due to the fact he rarely talks about himself. The most recent thing that most people know about is that he was transferred to this group after something happened resulting in three Sectors dying in his last unit.

Weapon: [[url=http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s216/phyreblade_blog/Weapons/Ninja%20Blade%20Whip/TS-NBW46_540.jpg]Chain[/url]][[url=http://origin.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/19e/d/AAAACzJjWroAAAAAAZ7cwQ.jpg?v=1321458603000]Tip[/url]]
Dylan uses a unique chain style weapon with the tip being a small axe head. The chain itself is serrated and sharp. Dylan wears protective steel gloves and plates to let him uses the weapon to a even more destructive manner.

Fighting Style: Dylan uses many fighting styles in order to complement his weapon therefore giving him so distinct fighting style[/color] Edited by Sazabi
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[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Name: Gene Laguerta
Age: 25 Years of Age
Sex: Male
Apperance: [img]http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z154/ookami06/CapoeiraGuy.jpg[/img]
Personality: Gene is very direct and sometimes confrontational when he has something on his mind or whenever he feels uncomfortable. He's very outspoken, which get him into trouble sometimes, but he ask the questions that others are afraid to bring up for the safety of his group or himself. He can be a jokester, but most of his stern direct attitude have saved a lot of headache and trouble, and even prevented them too.[/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Background: [color=#b22222]Finish Later...[/color][/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Weapon: Bow and Arrow [/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Fighting style: Capoeira is Gene's greatest weapon against his enemies, and mosters alike, the fluid style is full of trickery and surprises to disguise his real movements of attack. It's his biggest advantage for freestyle flipping and maneuvering from monster slashes as well, for being acrobatic as he is. [/font] Edited by Shwa
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Name: Ghost

Age: Presumed to be 21

Gender: Male

Appearence: Ghost never takes off his camo. Every inch of him is covered in camo and his face isn't seen as it's hidden under a hood and a mask but when he's eating. Mainly it's forest camo but changes depending on area. Standing average height of 5'6" with a body weight of 210LBS. His muscles are visable around his arms, legs, and upper torso indicating he takes care of his body. He has short dark red hair slicked back and the ends look like spikes that have been bent in the same direction. His skin is light. His feet are camo military grade boots with modified soles to house steel toes and heels along with hidden blade in each sole. His hands are gloves that have plates over the areas where his fingers and hands are but leaves enough room for normal hand movements. Eye color is abnormal. The outer cortex seems to be a mix of browns, greens, and blue. The inner cortex near the pupil seems to be a shade of red. He's had this abnormal eye coloration since birth.

Personality: Despite his nickname he's had since he was five. Ghost is a very out going person. He loves to talk to people he likes and always offers to help even if it's not his mission. He's easy to trust others as he doesn't mind making new friends though he has a bit of problem speaking his mind.

Background: Ghost was abandoned at the age of five by both of his parents. A few days after he was left out in the middle of no-where. An old man and woman picked him off the ground exactly where his parents told him to wait till they come back for him. Ghost was abnormal from other children. He has sharp eye sight and has an edetic memory. The old man and woman where retired military and owned a small amount of weapons. When he turned eight, his adopted family gave him his first gun. Though at his age at the time, there was no way he could of fired it noless hold it. It was special made L96 with a 64x32x16x8 zoom. It had a biped for steadier shots and a bullpin to make reloading easier without loosing the target. They told him once he gets old enough. He was to take this rifle, a full clip of ammo, a week's worth of supplies, and go out into the woods to kill a black bear. He was not to return till he killed one. This was to prove he was smart enough to outsmart a black bear. Till then he continued to practice his aim and skill with small arms till his sixteenth birthday when he was able to hold the rifle in his hands. He went off into the woods and sat out in a hand made seat in a tree for six days. Barely sleeping a few hours each night. Not a single bear came by. He only had enough food to last one more day so he thought of an idea. He placed what remained of his food out of the wrappers and tubs and left it in the middle of a small clearing then returned to his seat. Two days passed and only a few small critters came by to nibble at the food before scattering. He was tired. He was hungry. He felt the lack of food and sleep starting to wear on his body. But on the eighth day. A black bear comes out of the north part of the clearing. Ghost couldn't get his aim steady enough but was able to look through his scope at 8x zoom. He took long breaths to help steady his pulse rate and get a better shot. His finger started to squeeze the trigger. He was finally going to shoot his first bear. This day he would show the old man and woman that he is a man. He took a very long deep breath and he could feel the time slow down. Every beat of his heart felt like minutes as he squeezes the trigger a bit more. As the trigger was almost to the point of letting a bullet fly before three small cubs come out of the woods from where the big bear came from. He had a perfect shot but something in his heart told him no. He couldn't kill the mother bear so he watched as the bear and her cubs eat what's left of his food before they scattered off back into the deep woods. He would make it back to the cabin and placed his rifle back against the wall. The old man and woman both smiled at his return. Though he told them he waited eight days and finally saw a black bear. He almost pulled the trigger and taken it's life but the bear had cubs. He couldn't bring himself to kill a mother bear so he let her go. He didn't bag a kill nor did he prove himself to his adopted family. They both looked at him and laughed. They told him that was the point of the hunt was not to kill but to know when to take a shot. He became a man when he decided not to shoot the mother bear. He left his adopted family at eighteen to explore the world. He was given a mask when he left and was told that people should like him for his skill not his looks. He's worn that mask ever since.

Weapons: L96 Sniper rifle with a 8-64x variable zoom scope and biped attatchment. A Colt .45 hand gun given to him as a farewell gift from his Mother and a bowe knife from his Father.

Fighting style: Prefers to engage at mid to long range. Has had some hand to hand training during his late ninteenth and early twenty at a mixed martial arts self defense school. Though compared to those who specialized in MMA. His skill is basic at the best of times.
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