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"A good hunter dresses for success. You otta' know that." Abel responded with a neutral stare. He wondered if she actually thought he was some kind of demon in disguise or if she just wanted to take a dig at his fashion sense. He was humored, either way. Abel's tired, hazel eyes scanned her up...

Abel lurked around the factory floor with a stare of pure concentration plastered on his face. The end of his long overcoat dusted the ground in his stride. His rigid posture sort of resembled an animal stalking it's prey. That wasn't too far off given the situation. The old man let out an...

Devil hunter oc (Abel) Forty five years… Wow, really getting up there. That’s what Abel thought as he watched coffee trickle into his paper cup with a tired, glazed stare. For most people, 45 is modest. But to someone in his profession, it seems ancient. (Career demon hunters tend to die...

"Yeah.. guess your right. Sorry about that, I just hate it when people try to rip me off." As the baby-faced merc replied, Uriel now found Stub's grizzled hand in front of him, beckoning for a shake. He made eye contact with his new 'boss.' Despite his gritty, resilient appearance, Stubs still...

speed paint 2013 09 23 by torvenius on DeviantArt Thin Hispanic face. Green eyes, light stubble. Messy black hair. Name- Antonio "Tony" Mendez Nickname(s) (if any)- Professor Mendez Age- 27 Species- Human Gender- Male Sexuality Straight, but tends to focus on his research instead of...

Stubs stuffed his hands in his pockets, still on edge. It was a bit jarring how quickly the standoff de-escalated into a casual conversation. A part of him wondered if he'd regret not ending Mary's miserable life, but he kept reassuring himself that she was just running her mouth with empty...

As the dust settled, the bar returned to normal as everyone lost interest in whatever just happened. The constant chatter and murmuring resumed, like everyone just picked up where they left off. It was as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence aboard the Corsair. "Jungle trash." Stubs cursed...

"Deal." Old Mary was as a grim, yet tangible reminder of life in the wasteland. Everyone was like Mary to an extent, stubborn and nasty, albeit some more than others. Humans driven to fight and scrounge like rats. A reality that Stubs knew well, but didn't tend to dwell on. It had become second...

A young man sat alone in silence in a dark corner of the room, a dim light swinging over him. A sleazy vagabond named Desmond, or "Stubs" as people liked to call him. His golden blonde hair, dry and unwashed, was combed back into a short mullet. He sported rusted scrap armor, over a red...