((OOC: I feel like the Immortals outnumber the Hunters a bit, so I thought I'd add one more if that's alright))

Name: Silas Riel Gender: Male Age: 22 Appearance: Silas stands at about 6' even, having a tall, slightly muscular structure. He's considered to have a "pretty" face along despite the two long scars runing down his left eye and a simple eye patch, due to it being clawed out by a wolf shifter. He has evenly cut, dark brown hair and dark hazel eyes (eye). He wears a black military style jacket, along with faded sturdy jeans, and black combat boots. Specialization: Shifters Weapons: AS50 sniper rifle & combat knife Biography: Silas grew up in a poor, abusive household, Church being his only escape from his parents. At the age of 16, he ran away to join the Hunters in order to serve his God and to banish those who would defy him. Despite being one of the youngest hunters, Silas has had years of training, enrolling as a hunter at the age of 16. Though many people see his training as just a Shifter hunter a downfall, this has led to him becoming one of the greatest Shifter hunters of any Immortal hunter, scoring multiple Shifter kills within his first two years of hunting, rising in rank quickly. Personality: Salus takes his job very seriously, never stopping hunting down his target until either his higher-ups command him to stop, or until his target is dead with a 12.7mm hole through their head. Though he is very serious on "the job" he can also be very sarcastic most of the time, doubtful of most people's judgement. Other: Nope

(( I was just about to make one myself. He's good to go. :) ))

(( I'm gonna be gone for a few more days, I'm so sorry, but it's almost over!!! ))

((It's alright, we can wait that long. Good luck on finishing college :)))

When Victoria entered the room Felix looked up. She could see her tri-colored eyes practically glowing from beneath her hood. Her own eyes narrowed and she visibly tensed. Had her, Anya, and Garret been dragged into a hate war..? A war consisting of humans and Immortals? But why were they fighting..? Because they're different from each other? Felix silently watched as Victoria turned to leave. Now she had to make the decision of going to meet Victoria the next day or not. One the one hand Felix wanted to know more about herself, and Anya, and what they could do. But on the other hand..she didn't want to be dragged into a war or turned into a soldier. With a resigned sigh Felix looked back to Matthias. Was this man really capable of such terrible things..? It was hard to imagine when he was laying on a bed injured and helpless.

(( NOTE: AP Exams start for me next week. IB exams start the week after. As such, I will be out of commission for most of May. Sorry everyone:/))

(We understand, real life comes first. Good luck to everyone with your school work!)

((OOC: That's alright, we could probably adapt for that month, just wait and say that when you come back it's the next day IC :). Just an idea.))

((Just gonna throw something quick up here while I write my LAST PAPER FOR UNDERGRAD EVER OMG))

The world was getting fuzzy. It was hard to stay conscious, even though the motherly-looking woman hovering over his face seemed to want him to. Then suddenly, something shockingly cold rested against the throbbing spot on his head. Matthias cried out in protest, and flung out one arm to defend himself from the cold.

Ivan grunted as he took Matthias's fist in the stomach, then staggered backward and doubled over onto Jakob's bed. Mrs. Bruschev took the ice pack and placed it back on the growing lump on Matthias's head, then used a strip of bandage to secure it there, making soothing "shush" noises the whole time. Ivan glared over at Matthias through his pain.

The sound of Felix's voice made Matthias forget about the cold of the ice pack. He forced his eyes to stay open in an attempt to focus on the face of his angel. She was saying his name, but he couldn't hear it, so he just reached out with one hand and grabbed one of hers. Her hands were small; one of his covered one of hers completely. A vague smile danced across his face. On the other bed, Ivan's eyes narrowed in fury.

Brazen waived all questions about the origins of Elsidy's injury. He was used to it, and it wasn't so hard. Not like anyone could press him for information. Elsidy obediently stayed quiet as she was tended. The only worry Brazen had, coming to the hospital, is that his bills were paid for by the Church if they were related to his hunting duties. How could he send this bullet wound there without them knowing it hadn't been he that was injured? Perhaps he could have a word with the doctor.

Once their hospital stay was over, rushed a bit by Brazen, refusing to stay there longer than necessary, the father and daughter headed towards the address given them by Victoria. Elsidy continued to finger her shirt where the bandages showed beneath the rip caused by the bullet.

(( As I sit here, studying for what could be the only IB exam I may fail, I realize that I have time to actually reply. SO hello, hope everyone is well. Congrats on finishing up your last paper for your Undergrad, ApplauseJunkie! ))

NOTE: It is now the next day. Vintage, I am going to introduce your new hunter character into this. I hope you do not mind. As a side note, your characters will now be introduced to more threats. I will be using several minor NPCs including the Pope (not the one in power for fear of offending anyone).

As night drifted from the Big Apple, it surfaced across the Atlantic. The Vatican lights appeared one by one. A building that was once a marvel of architecture now served as a military headquarters with several wings added on to "restricted areas." In his papal apartment, Pope Pius XIII sat at his desk, looking over old documents laid on his desk. On a record player in the corner of the room, La passione di Gesu Cristo played at full volume. He wore his traditional white cassock as he scanned the documents intently, only pausing to trace the deep scar that adorned his cheek. He wasn't particularly old; in fact, he was only in his early 50's when he came to power. But an ancient hatred was born within him, a hatred not even his faith could erase. He rose at the sudden silence that came from the removal of the needle of the record player. A young woman stood in front of him, wearing a black blazer and pencil skirt. Her pin-curled blonde hair covered a file with the papal coat of arms stamped on its cover. "Padre Pius, reports have come in from New York. We sent a team of our own to investigate separate sections for any new signs o-" "Get to the point, Carlotta. My patience is running thin." Carlotta's red lips formed a thin line before she spoke. "Two of our best, Brazen and Matthias, haven't reported in for their nightly orders. We can locate Brazen but Matthias is.." He rose his hand to stop her. "Were there reports of anything unusual?" He asked with a stern voice.

"Yes, Padre. Reports of a wolf in the Bronx surfaced from some citizens but no wolf could be located nor was any wolf reported to have escaped from captivity. Do you think it could b-" "Send Silas. He'll track it down. It's probably one of those demonic creatures. Get him a plane ticket to New York and arrangements. Tell him and other hunters to be on the lookout for Matthias and Brazen." He stood and walked past Carlotta to place the needle back on the record. Carlotta's heels clacked away as the volume rose to its high intensity.

Sunlight penetrated through the windows of Victoria's dwelling. Though the windows were small, they still allowed a considerable amount of light to enter the room and the light at this point was at its peak brightness. Victoria roused from the short slumber she had with a groan of frustration. It was hard for her to sleep as it is and she wasn't what they call a "morning person." She rose to her feet and stretched before walking over to the fridge. She grabbed a half empty bottle of bourbon, swiftly removing the cork with her teeth. Taking a swig, the liquid quickly burned her mouth and throat in a way that made her face cringe up at the taste. At least she was awake now. She changed out of her clothes into something more form fitting: a pair of shorts and a black tank top. All she had to do now was wait for her new arrivals. She took another swig and leaned against the wall of her home. If she could only be patient.

Matthew's eyes lazily opened, looking at the cold steel ceiling of the warehouse he called "home". It was Saturday, so he had no school today. Not like he needed it anyways. He slowly sat up and stretched with a long yawn, the tattoo-like skull peaking out from under an old T-shirt he wore to "bed", A.K.A. the mattress that lied on the floor with a few blankets and a single old pillow. He opened a drawer of a cheap plastic workshop cabinet to take out some cheap cereal with dried fruit, a bowl, and a spoon. He then opened a Coca-Cola mini fridge to take out a carton of milk and poured it into the bowl of cereal, but before he started eating, he got a bag of dry dog food out of the workshop cabinet and filled Percy's bowl halfway full. Once they were both done eating, he got up, changed his clothes, and then headed for the building that the Shifter woman told them to meet at, remembering to re-shut the vent behind him and Percy.

Silas examined the plane ticket and document on his next target. A Shifter woman. Last seen form was a wolf, human form seen to have tattoos on her arms, along with tricolor eyes. He was told to be on the lookout for two hunters that haven't reported in by the names of Matthias and Brazen. His flight was in 51 minutes, and it was currently 9:54 Pm in Italy. He would just have to sleep on the plane. He made sure to pack lightly. Clothes, bandages, ointment, combat knife, and his AS50. He examined his target's details more on the way to the air port. He estimated it would only take about two days, maximum, to get his job done.

( Good luck with your exams! And looking forward to the new challenges you throw our way~)

It had been a rough night at the Bruschev household, at least for Felix. For some reason the injured hulk seemed to insist on having her with him the whole time, which Felix wouldn't have minded so much if he hadn't also insisted on holding her hand as well. She did everything she could to make sure Matthias didn't fall asleep and slip into a coma but consequently Felix didn't get any sleep either. The young woman yawned, reaching up with her free hand to muffle it. Today was the day she was supposed to find Victoria and begin her training, wasn't it? Her tired green eyes glanced at Matthias. But that would mean her and Anya would be leaving the rest of her family alone with this guy. Well, he wasn't exactly dangerous in his current condition. Felix made a mental note to ask Anya if she had seen any visions about it and thought it would be safe. The young woman gave a tired stretch and shifted a bit, slouching down as she tried to get comfortable.

(( Thank you. I've only got three more to go for this month. Then I just have finals. Bump! {PS. Hope the baby's doing well} BUMP {Hope your paper is going well}))

((Hey sorry about my absence...she's doing pretty well but she's so mobile now she requires a lot of attention!))

Brazen sighed heavily. He forgot to report in. That was going to be problematic - it wasn't as if he hadn't reported in before, but during those times, it was known he was so thickly on the trail of a demo- immortal, wouldn't do to call his daughter a demon - that he had been pulled somewhere that there was no phone service or some such. He was in the city, he was expected to call.

Well, time to decide whose side he was really on. If he killed them all, then he could call and explain not reporting in was a feint. But he'd need to do that soon, especially if Matthew included news of himself in the report. But if he was truly betraying all he knew to be true...

"Should we knock, then?" said Elsidy, hovering near the door, "Or did we get the wrong address?" Her father had been reluctant to explain about Victoria, only mumbling she, too, was an immortal. Elsidy was smart enough to know that that meant they had past scrapes. But hopefully, hopefully the address Victoria had given them would finally end her searching.

Brazen clutched at the phone in his pocket. "I...no, this is the right address. Knock."

Elsidy nodded and rapped her knuckles against the door.

((Good thing she has a great mom to look out for her!))

Victoria jumped at the sound of the knocks. She had grown impatient and leaned against the bare wall of her home, the bourbon gone. She stood and tossed the bottle into the trash before walking to the door. She sniffed the air, realizing that all too familiar smell she loathed: the smell of a hunter. She turned around and opened up the box of color contacts she kept in surplus. Placing 2 in her eyes, she blinked and strode to the door opening it quickly.

"Good mor-" She stopped once she noticed Brazen and sighed. "Of course. Your father had to come." She bitterly mumbled. "As much as I appreciate your arrival, the invitation was for your daughter and your daughter alone. I know what you are going to do if I let you in and I am not about to let that happen." She held out her scarred hands. "If you are to enter, surrender your weapons and your cellphone. I will not ask again."

((-^_^-))

Now. Now was the part where he made the decision. Brazen looked over at Elsidy, who looked curiously up at him. He reached to his hip, took hold of his gun, clenched it tightly in hand. He had to kill them. For God.

...and wind up in Heaven alone, having murdered his own daughter?

Brazen sighed heavily. He pulled out his gun, turned on the safety, and placed it in Victoria's hands. "My rapier is in the car," he said. "She's naive to the world, I've sheltered her all her life for her protection. I can't let her go wandering around on her own. It didn't even take me an hour to find her when she ran away from home, you think she'd last against other hunters? But..."

He glanced sidelong at Elsidy. "But I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven with her blood on my hands."

Elsidy rolled her eyes. "I've told you, Dad...God isn't like that. Couldn't be. Doesn't make sense. The Bible-"

"Not now," he said, holding up a hand. He pulled out his cellphone and placed it in Victoria's other hand. "I know we've been enemies, that...I've caused you harm. But I've brought Elsidy to you and...I surrender. If I leave her here, return to hunting, I have to hunt her and I just...can't. I just can't. Call me a prisoner if you like, but I will do anything to protect my daughter."

Matthew got off the public bus made his way towards the place the shifter woman told him and the others to meet at. At he walked, he took a look around the area, with Percy close behind. Everything around here seemed to be abandoned, like a ghost town of apartment buildings, grocery stores, and other random abandoned structures. He wondered what kind of people still hanged around these kind of areas. He was nearly too distracted with the scenery around him that when he turned the corner he noticed the hunters knocking at the woman's door. He quickly rounded back around the corner again with Percy and peaked out from his cover. The hunter and Victoria seemed to talk, and then he suddenly pulled out his gun. Matthew and Percy were about to run out of cover to attack the hunter, before he saw him giving the gun to Victoria. He sighed with relief.

While the man and what seemed to be a hunter woman talked to each other about something to do with heaven and hell, Matthew and Garret exposed themselves and walked to the apartment. "I didn't know you were expecting more company, Victoria." Matthew said, his hand on his hip, Percy striding beside him. He gestured towards the hunter and his dark-eyed associate and said, "Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"

Victoria gave a quizzical yet relieved look and gripped the weapons tightly in her hands. "While I cannot forgive you quite yet, I accept your surrender. I am not imprisoning you. There is no point in caging an already caged man." She quickly averted her gaze to Matthew and Percy. "Matthew, it isn't as bad as it seems. This is Brazen, a senior hunter, and his daughter Elsidy, a Summoner like you. I assure you Brazen is no harm to us at the moment. If he does decide to act up, he will regret it."

Victoria propped the door open. "You all seemed to hate me yesterday for my treatment of that other hunter boy. I might as well prove that I am not so blinded by hate." She retreated back into her home after gesturing them in. She looked for a place to hide Brazen's weapons, desperately deciding to hide them in her mattress.

"I am not going to begin lessons until I know you three are my only attendants. Hopefully, I didn't scare them off." She ran her hands through her hair and cursed lightly under her breath. She couldn't have lost all of them, could she?

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Brazen couldn't blame the other summoner. He eyed Percy, realizing this must have been the other summoner they'd been tracking before. He looked for once his age, or perhaps even older, looking tired. "I'd regret it anyway," he mumbled.

Elsidy's eyes flashed to Matthew and she offered him a small smile and a tiny nod of the head. "It's...so good to finally meet another of my kind. Is your dog...a work of yours?" she asked.