Name: Spear
True Name: Johnathan Jameson
Race: Half
Weapon: Silver tipped spear, eight feet in length
Age: 244
Hair: Black with a slight reddish tint, cut short and spiked
Eyes: Red

Spear was born in the seventeenth century in England. At the age of twenty, he was conscripted into the English Army to battle in the American Revolution. His entire platoon was nearly decimated by a surprise American attack in Maine, and he and the few other survivers were forced to hide in a barn. The barn, however, had other occupants. A family of three Vampires attacked and killed all but one of the survivers, who managed to flee.

The surviver returned with reinforcements, and the Vampires fled. The soldiers were buried and each rised a few days later. All except Spear. Somehow, the poison injected within him did not take hold entirely, and dissipated before infecting him entirely. Though he did regain consciousness, being only half Vampire didn't allow him the strength to rise.

The revolution ended, with the Americans winning. Twenty years after the war, grave robbers dug up several graves in Maine, including Spear's. Ravenous with hunger from being unable to leave his grave, Spear devoured the robbers. The blood rage inherent with Halves caused him to kill every resident of the city he was buried at. When he came to from the rage, he was driven nearly mad at the chaos he had caused. He went north, roaming the country, searching for a way to die.

This search ended early, however, as he was drawn by a sense to a Vampire stalking a small city in Ontario. He faced the Vampire in mortal combat, and barely emerged victorious. He had stabbed the Vampire with an ornamental knife, and the demon fell dead instantly. Upon touching the blade, his skin almost burned. He discovered his weakness, and that of the Vampires. Instead of killing himself, Spear saw a new mission in life: to kill. The bloodlust and hate he felt from his Vampiric side was satisfied by killing the Vampire, and he wanted more. After melting the dagger to have forged onto a spear, earning his namesake, he began the hunt. He first went after small prey, and for one hundred years stalked the countryside, killing demons.

Now, he has found the city of Ruby Falls, a placed whispered in the underground to be a hotzone of demonic uprising. He will kill more, and one day be killed himself. So lives the Hunter.

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