<strong>Jane Winchester.</strong><br/><br/>Jane had been expecting this.<br/><br/>To be specific, Jane hadn't been expecting a whole contingent of monster slayers to killed in one swoop, no. That travesty was just horrible. Jane had predicted that there would be a recruitment drive in Durandville. And, upon arriving, she found she had been right. As usual.<br/><br/>It was only logical. The best replacements for a dead hunter was a citizen in the town they protected - people who knew actually knew the surrounding land. Monsters loved getting all cozy in their surroundings. Nests, Territories, et cetra. Jane had already bought and read over a hundred books on the topic last month.<br/><br/>And so, it only followed that Jane, expecting this to happen from the start, was one of the first ones to find the head recruiter. However, she didn't speak to him immediately. Jane was a careful, calculating woman. She relied on her smarts and resourcefulness- beyond some of her father's fortune, she didn't have much else.<br/><br/>Immediately, upon seeing a particularly dainty girl leave town-hall with weights about her legs, Jane was able to surmise the first test measured physical endurance. This made Jane frown. She might have been able to complete such a challenge given enough time- she loved training and put a lot of effort into displaying what little her unaugmented body could achieve. However, Jane didn't know if there was a time limit, or if she had to pull ahead of the others to pass.<br/><br/>Unlike many brave heroes littering this land, Jane was not the sort to meet steep challenges with unfaltering bravery and determination. Instead of working harder, Jane's first instinct was to work smarter, and use her mind to cheat the odds in her favor wherever possible. It wasn't the aspect of a good hero, but it was the core and center of how she viewed Monster Slayers. Monsters didn't care about how honorably they were killed. Neither did Jane.<br/><br/>After a few moments of thought, Jane hopped over to a nearby stall, bought some energy bars, and a mana-gem for good measure.<br/><br/>Shennanigans were afoot.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Hi." Jane said, eventually entering the town hall. "I'd like to register."<br/><br/>The recruiter looked her over. "Another girl? Alright then. Name?"<br/><br/>"Jane Winchester." She said.<br/><br/>"Winchester, eh? No relation to the weapon line, I assume?"<br/><br/>"Probably." Jane responded, preferring to gloss over that fact. She did not like talking about herself. Ever. This fact was not helped along by the small, niggling detail that every Hunter was a weapon nut; and like all weapon nuts, focused in on her last name immediately. It was a frequent, unavoidable pain to deal with.<br/><br/>"Erm. Right. Current Occupation?"<br/><br/>"Unemployed." Jane said automatically.<br/><br/>"And before that?"<br/><br/>Jane had to suppress a wince. "Er- apprentice weaponsmith."<br/><br/>"Hah! No wonder you quit. That's a big name to live up to." The recruiter said jovially. It made Jane want to crawl back into a book somewhere. Books did not ask stupid personal questions, they only informed.<br/><br/>Exasperated, she fell back on passive-agressively agreeing. "I- sure. That is the reason, yes. Anything else?"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes. Reason for applying? This job doesn't have much of a life-expectancy."<br/><br/>Jane's eyes narrowed a bit- but not at the man. "Revenge."<br/><br/>The man nodded. "Right. Say no more. Finally, if you chose what kind of role you would have as a slayer, what would you be?"<br/><br/>At this, Jane took a second to think. "I'd prefer to be far away as possible, with as accurate a gun as possible, with as much between me and it as possible. So, a sniper."<br/><br/>The recruiter raised an eyebrow. "A little cowardly, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Jane would actually shrug, showing a bit of derision at this idea. She honestly didn't know if the recruiter was testing her with that question- knowing when to run, several books agreed, was a good quality in any hunter. "Monsters don't fight fair, neither should I."<br/><br/>The hunter grunted. "Well said. Alright. Time for the physical exam. Put on these leg weights and do a lap around the town; including climbing the stairs up to the gate and back down. Someone will be at each checkpoint to make sure you don't take any shortcuts."<br/><br/>"No shortcuts. Understood." Jane responded, and put on the leg weights.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jane made fantastic time. She got to the gates and returned without issue, and recieved exemplary marks for it, she was sure.<br/><br/>This was, of course, because she cheated. Jane had ducked into a alleyway the moment she was out of sight, replaced the adjustable weights in them with the energy bars she bought (breaking, she noticed, a magical seal), and quickly set out again, now much lighter.<br/><br/>She purposely made a show of things as she passed the checkpoints. Panting; Wheezing; Looking like she was about to fall despite her breakneck pace. It was an act. Jane was able to reach the gates without issue and returned in short order. However, before returning to the town hall, Jane ducked into the same alley she had preformed the switch from the opposite side.<br/><br/>Working quickly, Jane replaced her fake weights with the genuine article. Recalling the seal placed on it, she preformed one of her signature tricks- replication. Using the mana crystal she bought earlier, Jane quickly replaced the seal on the weights, which she had only seen once, with a perfect replica. It was a feat that, in Jane's opinion, was much more impressive than mindlessly running around with weights until she couldn't stand anymore. This was her true skill. She just needed to, y'know, fudge the rules a little so others could see it.<br/><br/>Her weights properly reattached, Jane made a huge show of returning triumphantly. And, to her knowledge, no one was the wiser.