Name: Kyle Donald Langley

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Species: Hunter

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 8 stone

Family:
Mother= Laura L. -Deceased.
Father= Mathew L. -Deceased.
O. Brother= Brandon L. -Deceased.
Sister= Sarah L. -Deceased.
Y. Brother= Daniel L. -Deceased.

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Personality:
Kyle is... strange. He seems calm and uncharacteristically chipper for someone who went through an experience like his. He has the tell-tales of a genius, the main one being total social awkwardness. He takes each case as simply the next thing to do, rarely ever celebrating a job well done before moving on to the next. He seems to care for his teammates, and goes out of his way to work well in the group dynamic. There's the microscopic hint of something being just a shade off, but he always seems sincere.

Kyle is brilliant, there's no two ways of putting it. He wouldn't be here if he was anything less. While he never flaunts how smart he is, it does seem to happen by accident time and again. The odd correction of random facts, interjecting with philosophical quotes, but he's pretty oblivious to all of it. Unfortunately, that's not all he's oblivious to. Sure, he can quote Socrates till the sun goes down, but he's also dense as a brick wall when it comes to social ques. Like, when to stop quoting Socrates. Sarcasm and humor often fly right over his head, leaving enough space in between the two capable of holding a football field.

He doesn't hide his past, which does lead others to wonder exactly why he's so accepting of it all. Most people would be shattered or at least pissed, so it only seems logical. Kyle just replies with "Holding on just prevents you from moving forward, and who wants to hang around in the past when it sucks?"

Strengths & Weaknesses:
+ Certifiable- Kyle has an IQ of 184, knows seven different languages fluently, and can read twenty-thousand words a minute. While he can't remember scenes or sentences with perfect clarity, he can remember words. Anything he's read gets locked inside his head, waiting to be dumped out on the next unsuspecting victim who asks a question. Psychology, History, Geography, Mythology, and mounds of other topics. The former of which is oddly enough his favorite, and hypnotizing Artemis was a great party trick. Please don't tell him. Still, when it comes to monster hunting, there's no one that knows more about what they might be going after than him.

+ Firearms Training- Who needs Judo classes if you keep all the big, nasty stuff on the business end of a twelve-gauge? Sure, he's not Rambo, and a far cry from a sniper, but Kyle knows his way around a shooting range.

+ It's A Cookbook!- Yes, the infamous Anarchist's Cookbook. Printed in 1971, fell out of print exactly 20 years later. 160 pages long, and Kyle knows every single one. He's like MacGyver, but with explosives.

+ Bed-knobs & Broomsticks- The Hammer of the Witches, more commonly known as the Malleus Maleficarum. A book on the proper awareness and hunting practices against witches. This, combined with a few other questionably-not-forbidden texts, give Kyle a great deal of information in the identification and dispelling of witchcraft, as well as protecting yourself from such and how to track the witch responsible. Beyond this, he's also sought out information into the practices of Pagan rituals and Fae magics as well.

+ Forger- Kyle is the go-to guy if you need to get inside a place in a legitimate-looking way. He can make a passport, ID, or even CIA credentials well enough to fool even the Feds. In his current situation, however, this is entirely useless.

- It's So Life-Like- Yes, Kyle doesn't do great in social situations. He'll be there, perfectly fine, and then he opens his mouth. Out come the obscure facts, and the group goes quiet for a few seconds. You can't really trust him to mingle in a crowd for too long for he starts to stick out, and most thing people would pick up on, like sarcasm, tend to get by him.

- Sucks To Be You, Nerd- Kyle is not a physical type of person. In fact, he's the exact opposite. He's easily the weakest member in the field, and he knows it. He struggles not to sand bag, and does frequently find himself in bad situations. It's why he relies so heavily on winning battles before they begin. Outsmarting their quarry to the point where he isn't even needed beyond that. The short version is if he wasn't so useful, he'd be useless.

Tools:
Well, I'd imagine the monsters took most of them.
A small mirror and a few bobby pins hidden in his belt buckle.
A small switchblade hidden in the sole of his left tennis shoe.

History: Kyle was not raised to be a Hunter. His family never even once considered the possibility of there being things beyond mankind in this world. They were doctors, such fanciful tales were ludicrous at best. They were meant to entertain or warn of wondering around at night. Primitive civilization's way of explaining the world around them, and the inherent dangers that lurk therein. Kyle was never trained, merely taught. He was an intellectual savant when it came to science and mathematics, excelling far past those of his normal age group and jumping several grades. He was even well set to start his senior year of Highschool at age fifteen. That all ended when They came. In the dead of night, windows burst in. The cackle of laughter filled the home, soon replaced with screams. Blood, smoke, and fire. Kyle's life was reduced to ash and corpses in a matter of hours. It was gone. It was all gone.

Firefighters showed in record time, but it was far too late. His home was nothing but smoldering coals when daylight came. His family... Kyle replayed that night a thousand times in his head. Nothing was right. They... They weren't human. Shadows clung to them as they leapt from the darkness, too fast to see anything but blurs. No, that wasn't right. Their eyes... Their eyes glowed, streaking with red trails in the dark as they moved, like a car's brake lights in the night. The police taped off the area, finding clear evidence of foul play along with Kyle's "eye-witness account". He withheld certain aspects. He had to. None of it made sense, and they'd think he was crazy or in shock. That's exactly why he snuck back in, he had to know. What were these things? Why his family? No... He wanted to know where they went.

As far as society's radar was concerned, Kyle vanished. He was 15, not old enough to take care of himself by state standards, yet he managed to escape a hospital room, sneak into a police crime scene, and then disappear entirely. Kyle spent an entire year following a trail even he was beginning to think was imaginary. He wanted to give up, and he would have. That is, if it wasn't for him being right. It wasn't long before he started to find the evidence he needed. Researching at libraries, checking old news clippings, he began to piece together a pattern to the attacks. Each the same, with a few others adding more details he lacked. Homeless people found mauled, mugging victims turning up in hospitals while suffering from severe blood loss. Always at night, and always gone without a trace. It was ridiculous, but it was true. Kyle was hunting vampires.

Kyle always kinda liked vampires. In movies, that is, but that wouldn't help him here. People get things wrong, and cinema and media fancify and dramatize everything. He had to know what was right. He had to know what could kill them. Alp, Adze, Bantu, Bruja, Danav, Lahmia, Muroni, Strigoi, Varghulf, and dozens of others. None of them agreed on anything, except one. Fire, ironically. He never figured out which exactly they were, but that didn't matter. Making a grid of all the recent attacks, it wasn't hard to find where they were hiding. An old farmhouse in the back state, close enough to the city, but with plenty of privacy. You couldn't ask for a better lair, but he had to make sure. If you're picturing that scene from Lost Boys, but in a house instead of a cave, you wouldn't be too far off. Sure enough, they were there. Kyle spent the next day at the local library, rented a computer, and pulled up a digital copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook. He read it cover to cover till it was committed to memory. Blowing what money he had in a dollar store, a pharmacy, and a trip to Home Depot, he was ready.

Kyle waited for twilight, that perfect moment when the sun had just started to sink below the horizon. He imagined it'd be about this time that they would start waking. He had extensively covered every window and exit in accelerants, but not a drop went inside. He wanted them to be trapped, as the walls burned around them. He wanted it to be slow, for them to have all the time in the world to panic. To fear their encroaching end. To see it coming after them, and to be helpless. Kyle already made sure the main water line was disconnected. No power, no phone. He waited, letting a dark smile spread a bit further across his lips. And then, Kyle took one last moment to remember his family, what they had done to them, before he returned the favor. The police and fire department were already distracted with multiple anonymous calls. Bomb threats, and the like. He had all the time in the world. All the time he needed, to sit and listen as they began screaming from inside.

What now? What was left? Kyle had his vengeance, but was it enough? These couldn't be the only ones. So many legends, so many stories passed down through history. No, there were more of them. There had to be. And there had to be others who knew. It's normal, typical, for the Organization to find it's recruits. It is not of the norm for a recruit to find them. Kyle was the later. Compared to the other students, he was... well, pathetic. Kyle had no combat experience, no physical training at all, let alone the physique needed for such. He wasn't a fighter in the slightest, but he was smart. Sure, smarts alone don't get you through everything, right? Well, that depends on exactly how smart you were. For Kyle, enough so to solve a problem without ever actually being there seemed to do nicely. Sure, he couldn't keep pace with a lupe garu even in it's human form and tranquilized, but Kyle could figure out it's entire pattern of living perfectly enough to sneak crystalline quicksilver powder into that bagel it eats every morning before heading off for it's day job.

Kyle also took to memorizing the Malleus Maleficarum, along with several protections and counter-hexes against witchcraft. He has what may as well equate to a doctorate in mythology and history, as well as ancient religions. Of course, he still knows how to make stuff burn or go boom with anything you could find in a highschool storage closet. Kyle has a healthy respect for brute force, but knowing exactly where to apply it always gains the best results. Earning his salt was not easy in the slightest, but he managed to impress a few. Eventually, he earned enough respects to actually be assigned to a team.