A brotherhood committed to the relocation of demons and other hazardous creatures. WARNING: Members are armed and extremely spontaneous.
Description
His hair is maroonish brown in colour, messy as he does not keep them in place. His eyes are a deep blue and almond-shaped. He stands a great 6 feet 5 inches, and weighs 201 pounds. His athletic build helps him in his profession, much because vampires are considered to be stronger than the average human. His attire consists of a slim, black T-shirt, covered by a dark burgundy trench coat that reaches his knees. On the back of his trench coat is the image of a stylised cross. He keeps the coat open, usually letting the wind catch it. His baggy dark brown pants are held by a leather belt with a silver buckle with two holsters. He wears black shoes with silver caps. Some could say he looks like he is in his thirties, but his actual age is 27.
Personality
He is a fun-loving guy, but when business is the issue, he becomes greatly serious. Business usually implies a rogue vampire on the loose. Nevertheless, he knows when relaxing is in order, and will not hesitate to join in the fun when needed.
Equipment
To fight off the blood-drinking creatures, he uses a giant, 5-foot long crossbow of which the bolts are made of silver and covered in holy water, of which he keeps a flask hidden in his trench coat. In his holsters are two revolvers, the barrels being 9 inches long and the bullets made of silver.
History
At a younger age, his best friend was murdered by a vampire. Escaping with his life, he had sworn upon his friend's grave that he would kill any vampire he would meet. He did intensive research, even begging his parents to send him to some obscure vampire hunting school. He graduated a new man, intent on slaying the vampires that plague the world. That is, until he met his wife, Amerina, who is a vampire herself. Logan then realised that not all vampires were evil, some were even good. His view changed, and he decided to instead rid the world of the evil vampires. He now has a half-vampire child, Cameron, who lives with his mother while his father travels the world in search of evil vampires.
So begins...
Logan Van Desmun calmly entered the tavern, slowly walking to an empty table. His gaze, hidden from view by his hair, would flicker, searching for any threat in the establishment. He calmly pulled the chair back, unslinging his five-foot long crossbow and hanging it on the back of the chair. He sat on it, laying his legs on the table as he decided it was time for a light nap.
Logan Van Desmun lazily opened an eye and set its gaze upon Luric. The man seemed harmless, no sign of vampiric feature... He sat correctly and smiled, "Sure, thanks. The name's Logan." He offered his hand. Of course, this was a tactic, as vampires are known to have cold skin considering their unlife.
Logan Van Desmun turned his attention to Airian, shaking her small hand. It was warm, one sign that she wasn't vampiric. He smiled, "And who might you be?"
Logan Van Desmun nodded, bowing his head, "A pleasure, I am Logan Van Desmund." He turned to Luric and shook the man's hand, which wasn't cold either... yet he acted awkwardly, as if he was hiding something. Logan narrowed his eyes, "You are?"
Logan Van Desmun flicked his gaze towards the gauntlets. He was covering his hands... more chances that the man might be a vampire... Airian on the other hand, had less chances that she was one. Logan sighed... why was he so paranoid? He smiled, "What brings you two to Wing City?"
Logan Van Desmun nodded. Suddenly, a small beep was heard. He looked at his watch... He was late for an appointment, "Well, sorry, I have to go. Nice meeting the two of you, got a vampire to kill." He saluted then left.
Logan Van Desmun walked into the bar, watching each and every one of the patrons... any one of them could be a vampire... and any vampire, if there was one, could be evil... he had his equipment with him, though, so maybe it wouldn't be so dangerous... He sat in a booth and laid back, unconsciously watching the other side of the booth.
Logan Van Desmun stretched and whipped out on of his revolvers, examining it through every angle. The bullets were intact, the barrel was clean... everything looked good, it was even the right kind of bullet...
Logan Van Desmun softly pushed the door to the bar open. Walking in casually, he spotted the small fight. He took the long way around it, not wanting to get caught in it. He reached the counter and took a seat at it, letting his five-foot long crossbow lean against the counter, as he rested his arms on the top.
Logan Van Desmun turned towards Lithium, his own gaze slipping towards the spear. He smiled, "Somewhat. I only use it when I gotta take out a target from a distance, in other words, it's just leaning against something, like a sniper rifle... I could say the same about your lance here." He arched an eyebrow inquisitively. No outward sign of her being a vampire...
Logan Van Desmun shrugged, "Vampires... they're like every other creature... they adapt to survive... so now they're much harder to kill, those damn bastards... the evil ones anyway. I don't kill good ones, that have accepted society as their own... and then there's that odd subspecies that seems to not burst into flames in the sun... maybe they're just wannabes, I wouldn't know..." He looked at her, "What do you do for a living?"
Logan Van Desmun did see the pain on Lithium's face, but ignored it... Probably a touchy subject, "Well, I only hunt them if I recieve a client who wants one to be eradicated, and even then, the vampire needs to have had done something against society... If I start killing good vampires, might as well slay my wife right here and there... and my son at that too... And I wouldn't want that now."
Logan Van Desmun frowned, "Well, bad vampires usually attack people for no reason, feeding on everyone, or just plainly wreaking havoc. Good vampires tend to try and act like nocturnal humans, attacking only, I'd say wild animals or criminals... I'd have to ask my wife on that..." He turned to Reyals, "Never heard of it."
Logan Van Desmun raised an eyebrow, "I'm not really good when it comes to magic and geology... Sorry to disappoint you..." He passed a handn through his hair and ordered a glass of whiskey.
Logan Van Desmun noticed the dying sentence as it left Lithium's mouth. Worried, he put a hand on her shoulder, "Something wrong?" He then turned to Reyals, "Why would you destroy a library...
Logan Van Desmun quickly removed his hand, blinking. He ducked as the lance spun right over his head. When Lithium spoke about some person being harmed, he quickly drew his revolvers and pointed them at the same target.
Logan Van Desmun merely lowered his guns so they would aim at the man's shins, not wanting to kill him, "Last warning, man. I don,t want to kill you, but if I have to harm you, Iwon't hesitate!"
Logan Van Desmun jumped behind the bar counter, using it as cover as he shot at every man in black that he could hit using his revolvers. He swore as a rain of bullets passed right over him. Reloading his revolvers, he continued to shoot, "We'll need more people than that!" He shouted to Lithium.
Logan Van Desmun sighed, then shrugged, "Alight then..." He fidgeted in his pockets until he found one of his special bolts for his crossbow. Lying said weapon on the countertop, he installed the bolt into the crossbow, then shot randomly at one of the men. The bolt, upon contact, would create a massive explosion that would distract the others long enough for him to fetch the girl. He waited for the explosion, then jumped over the counter again, running like Hell towards the girl hiding behind a pillar.
Logan Van Desmun tried his best to smile calmly at the girl, "No worries, I'm here to help." Of course, the sound of machine guns behind him didn't really help, also with the pillar being slowly chipped by random bullets wizzing past, "How's about we find a better place to hide?"