Description

Personality

Richard might have some effeminate tastes when it comes to clothes and hair, but he is a course, cynical individual with an easy-natured cockiness that many perceive as cold arrogance. That's the external, however; he has a compassionate side, which one would expect of someone who makes protecting humanity their business. He also has his demons. He relies on drink more than what's healthy for a twenty five year old, which he blames on the horrors of his "day" job. He also chain smokes and occasionally dabbles in skunk. Politically, he tends to lean towards the right. He has a socialist's care for humanity as a collective, but is morally-absolutist enough when it comes to vampires to offend most liberal sensitivities.

Equipment

Richard's a traditionalist. He's never fared well with hi-tech equipment, preferring the more basic tools of the trade: a wooden stake and a Crucifix. There are two other instinctive tools of the trade that he can never do without. The first is a custom revolver, with LONDON PRIDE engraved on the barrel. The second is one of his most prized possessions, an antique Mameluke sword used by an actual desert warrior. It was a gift from a Tripoli local historian whose daughter Richard rescued from a vampire's clutches.

History

Richard was drawn to the world of vampire hunting ever since he was sixteen. He grew up in Peckham Rye, South London in the height of the Thatcher revolution, where he was abandoned by his mother as a baby. He was left in the care of Father Ewan McNamara, a local Catholic parish priest. McNamara was a kind father, but constantly left him in the hands of babysitters while going off on mysterious trips. It wasn't until later that he discovered that McNamara had learned of the truth of the vampire and had devoted himself to tracking them down. He found out the hard way, with a vampire attempting to get to McNamara through attacking him. Ever since then he's trained himself to hunt the undead. He started his career not long after said attack (at sixteen) despite the protests and outright refusals of McNamara. Eventually his father relented, teaching him the basic arts needed. He expanded his operations from there, jetsetting around to hunt down the worst threats to humanity. To finance his trips to the distant corners of the earth, he has a day job; his work as a temporary labourer has helped train his strength and a cash-in-hand wage, as well as living frugally day to day, has made sure he doesn't starve while doing what he really loves.

So begins...

Richard York's Story

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#2021-06-26 01:03:13, as written by le-terryer

Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.

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#2021-08-07 00:56:15, as written by lostamongtrees

Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."

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