Appearance
Desmond is a 6'2'' and 160 pound young man with short dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Due to intense training and on the daily hunts; Desmond is muscular and coltishly built, meaning his lean muscles allow for quick movement without giving up too much strength in his actions. Most of his fighting techniques depend on a certain degree of agility, and nimbleness, so he mostly dresses for comfort rather than style, these clothes often include jeans, loose shirts, and plain boots. On most days he’ll often wear jeans and button-up shirts with long sleeves that vary in color but usually adhear to a certain range of dull earth tones and some cold colors,. He has glasses, but he never wears them if he has contacts in.

Personality

- His coldness often makes Desmond quite unsympathetic and quiet. He was told once when he was a child, that to show weakness to anyone, including your friends, but most importantly to your enemy, was to lose. What better way to protect yourself then, to become the most rational thinking, calculative, and emotionless warrior possible? Desmond truly believe this, and lives this way, believe everyone in the occupation should in order to survive. Conflicting emotions always arise when there is a grey area; it’s better simply to just trust his instinct, and read things on whether or not they are black and white. Any sign of doubt it’s just better to assume one of the other. He compartmentalized the risks, and takes the least compromising actions. He is a born hunter.
- Resilience is a factor of enduring. Enduring torture is not always physical, but it is also daily mental battle. The life of a hunter, to Desmond, is not supposed to be enjoyable. It is nothing other than resilience and loyalty that gives him his purpose. It is his bounce-back attitude that gets him out of bed after a bad run, and it is this mentality that serves to fuel his fiery hatred toward anything of the supernatural type.
- Taught to him at an overly young age while he and his father were hunting a particular coven of vampires, was that there can be no mercy for the wicked and truly evil. Despite any act of pleading, and no matter if it was woman or child, if their mouths were stained with blood, and they were guilty of murder they were to be put down. That’s what his father had told him, but Desmond, at 12 years old, hesitated while holding a knife high above the head of a young girl. She was younger than him, and looked like she could have gone to his school, if she hadn’t been a vampire. Frozen, because of hindering thoughts, the girl immediately took to instinctive action and lunged at him after seeing his weakness. He just barely got away that time, and he definitely learned from that mistake.
- Decision making it an important task in being a leader. Wishy-washy thinking tends to leave gaps in detail, which could prove detrimental to any task or given mission. Desmond gives clear and concise answers to those who he addresses and mostly expected that same courtesy returned to him from those he trusts. Blatant honesty is better than half-truths.

Likes
There is very little in which Desmond likes to do. Leisure times are few and far in between in a Hunter’s life. You could say that he rather enjoys hunting, however. It’s something he was raised doing. Saving people from the sinister and deprived monsters of the darkness is not really gratifying, but it beats living a mundane life. Desmond has never tried, nor would he ever succeed and living a normal, mundane, average Joe, life. It’s wired in his blood not to refuse such a thing.
Desmond enjoys driving. He has a motorbike stored away. Drove it for miles across the country during a rebellious act against his father. Now though, practicality wins, for the most part. He also drives a black Buick Verano, in an attempt to try and remain inconspicuous. And well, he likes that color on vehicles.

Dislikes
Aside from the obvious, supernatural, he also hates a wide surplus of other things. He hates traffic, whining, loaning his car, terrible books, museums, hospitals, the police or any form of ignorant law enforcement authority, People who are pompous, overly naïve, annoying, liars, salesmen of any kind, people trying to be funny, crying people, loud noises, and ghosts. (Because how do you cut or shoot at ghosts?)

Biography

Desmond is the son of hunters. When he was just a child, no more than five years old, he was ripped away from his parents just after he witnessed a horrific attack. It was in the winter. The wind blew a harsh and unwelcoming gale from the northwest. The type of cold that blew stright through you, and froze your bones. The ice heedlessly stinging skin and causing sprays of pain here and there wherever skin wasn't covered. He watched helplessly as they were slaughtered by a creature. To him now, it does not matter what exectly killed them. They died right before his eyes. Eyes that were forever opened from that point on. It‘s a long story of how he came to be who he is now. The hunters who took him in, were also his rescuers, they lived in Minnesota at the time, a rag-tag sort of group that joined all for different reasons of their own. (Mostly rooted in revenge.) Every hunter involved with caring for the child, knew at the time, what sort of life they would be forcing upon this boy. The reward was living with peace of mind that this orphan would never live a blind life while there were still creatures lurking in the darkness. They reasoned that thanks to them, Desmond Grey would never walk the streets not knowing of the dangers that were really out there. He would know about the evils committed under wraps, and innocent blood that is spilt by murderers that are just simply too strong for any normal person to counter. As a child he was reminded; “It is a hunter’s duty to fight for those who are blind to the darkness, they protect innocent lives, and forfeit their own safety, because it is the burden which knowing brings.” That was what he was told, and what Desmond now believes to this day. Like some creed to keep a soldier in battle, it compels him to continue without complaint. The Hunter’s rules are his bible, and his loyalty lies only within the ranks of his own kind. Human kind.

By the time he was 7, he was shooting weapons and handling knives. On his birthday in the fall, he'd been present with his first hunter's blade. A slightly curved hunting dagger, imbued with a holy engraving was presented to him in a small, horribly wrapped box. He remembers that day well, because the hunter who gave it to him, a man who was both like his father and mentor, one November Dimitriev, told him this this particular blade had been passed down to him by his own father, and his father before him. That day, Desmond became a part of the family.

At 16, Desmond was still going to public school. Early in his life and education, he quickly realized that other children where not part of his world. The hunters, his family, told him to keep their lives a secret. So he did, being that he was loyal to them and their rules, and respected the authority their words carried. He knew too, that there was a greater benefit in keeping this all to himself. The only reason the world wasn't in complete chaos, was thanks to the ignorance of society. Despite there being a subtle awareness that vampires, werewolves and vast majority of other beings exist within the world, the majority of people only believe that there is myth and reality, and stories to be told around campfire. It was best kept a secret that it was indeed the ones who appeared crazy, were actually right in their beliefs. People are safer not knowing.

Bonds with other people are not easily made with Desmond. But when he was 21, he joined the guild and naturally as time passed, he allowed himself to be closer to the people he worked with from day to day. It was a great deal to his family that he was asked, and that he finally accepted it, given a month of thought. Skills of a hunter were known to be better utilized under the protection of the guild. Freelance hunting was not only dangerous, but there was no money involved and thus no stability in life, and the expenses that came with it. It wasn't like the general public paid them for their troubles, after all.
Joining the guild was huge milestone for Des. He had to talk with other people, and coordinate with different minds. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, with strangers. For, with the general public, he can easily put on a fake face and be whatever he wanted. With other guild members however, this wasn't so simple. There was no need for lying to them, but without his acting, Desmond suddenly felt bare and vulnerable. For once he had nothing to say to them, and it was all business and nothing more. For the longest time, Desmond avoided them all. It was all so difficult to get used to for someone so accustomed to working alone.

It was only when he joined the East branch that he finally opened up a little. It was unconscious, natural, and yet it still gives him the most unsettled feeling.

Extra
Despite everything he’s been through, the missions, losses, the frustration and the work at hand, Des is actually really a kind-hearted person. It might not show past his impatience, but when he considers someone a friend, it really shows. His trust in people is something that is held in high regard. He doesn't take this matter lightly, especially in this line of work.

13 years ago, he split apart from the group of hunters who raised him in place of his deceased parents and worked alone until he was 18.

At 18 he was recognized for his skill in hunting, but refused all recruiting to various organizations.
When he was 21 he officially joined a guild. He didn’t intend to, but in the end it’s helped him further his endeavors to wipe out the supernatural, and with that, he is content, even if he has to work with others now. He does well in teams, just as well, if not better than he does alone. He realizes that benefit of having someone trustworthy to watch his back.

At 25, he completely recognizes that he currently now plays an important role as the leader of the Eastern branch of hunters. The guild wants him to cover the Northeast eventually, and it’s a big spot to fill. If he succeeds in Pennsylvania, they have promised to enable him to target a large coven next that might be connected to the murder of his family, the hunters who raised him. Two years ago, they were all felled in a raid to their home base. November disappeared, but Desmond doesn't expect to ever see him again.

Des has never been in a relationship that’s lasted more than a few months. He doesn’t have a sexual preference, and shuns the idea of hunters ever having families. He simply does not think it is possible to be a hunter and live a normal life.