«The little boy is taught everything it needed to know» said his father to himself. He was a tough looking man with a big scar running from his left eyebrow to his chin. He seemed to be really proud of his son. A young little boy, no more than seven, pulling out its knife from the neck of a girl about his age. Inside his eyes there was the void look of a sad, confused murderer. No more than seven...<br/><br/>He patted his son™s back gently. «There you go my lad! From this day on, you are one of us. A Hunter. Feel no remorse. This was a descendant of a witch. She deserves no petty»<br/>All these years he had been training. His father taught him everything. How to find them, how to defend himself. How to kill them. All this training for this one day. His first kill. It seemed so righteous, getting rid of witches. At least those were his father's words. In this very day his father wounded that little girl so that his son could finish the job with his knife. It was the Trial as the Hunters used to call the first killing of a young apprentice. But his son always heard stories of old corrupted women who did sick things with their magic to the innocent. This was very far from his thoughts and stories. This was a little girl.<br/><br/>But he couldn't let that feeling trap him. His father's word was law. He trusted him with his life. So he followed him. «Leave her dead body son. So her kind will find her carcass being eaten by rabid dogs and maggots. That's what they did to your mother too» With those last words they left the forest and returned to their haven.<br/><br/>Alas! It's so saddening when reality is hidden behind the black veil of illusion. No hunter knew what the truth was. For centuries they hunted without realizing that there were two sides. One was the Black Cross. An order of corrupted men and women, who captured and killed the helpless. But there also were their enemies. Those who used magic to bring balance to our world exorcise everything that is foul and shatter the fake mirror of lies. Those were the Ordo Lumenis. Nobody knew of this but the witches and mages of both sides. They had an oath of secrecy. Hunters were killing both evil and innocent at the same time without knowing it.<br/>Name: Damien<br/><br/>Age: 18<br/><br/>Descentance: Hunter<br/><br/>Appearance and mannerisms: A young athletic man. He has dark eyes carved with the look of a wolf. A wild black river of hair rains his shoulders. Dressed in dark shades of brown and black, he wears a cape with a hood that covers almost all his face, a leather jacket and trousers, and half-finger gloves. Caged into himself he almost never lets anyone see through him. A cold murderer he hunts down and takes away the life of what he is taught to kill.