Hunter

I am on the hunt.
I am called Hunter
And something old is calling me back

OVERVIEW

Once, he was Vinrael of the Sarathai Tribe, a man born to cold peaks and warmer fires. Now he answers only to Hunter—a title earned through loss and ritual.

His people burned beneath Moonshroud Peak, their sacred stones cracked by sulfur and shadow. The only survivor, Vinrael buried what remained and began to follow the scent that haunted the smoke. It led him south through ashes, blood, and memory—to Fort Leilon, where the same sulfur reek clings to the sea and the name Crimson Sanctum lingers in whispers.

He is not here for redemption.
He is here to end something that began centuries before his tribe ever existed.

APPEARANCE

Broad-shouldered and gray-skinned, Hunter looks more carved than born. Obsidian veins pattern his skin like scars of cooled lava; his hairless features make him seem ageless, his pale stone eyes unblinking.
He wears blood-red leathers beneath a black weathercloak and carries a rapier of elven make—the last relic of his mentor Sylna, who died in fire like his kin.

When Hunter speaks, it’s with the slow weight of someone who measures words against the dead.

ORIGINS – Ash and Echoes

The Sarathai Tribe were mountain wardens—giant-blooded hunters who worshiped balance between flesh and stone. Their destruction came without warning: fire from beneath, screams above, and sulfur thick in the snow.

Among the bodies, Vinrael found the clan’s elder staring toward Moonshroud Peak, her eyes open as if watching something descend. That smell—the same sulfur that would follow him forever—was the only clue left behind.

He swore his first oath there: to hunt whatever did this.

THE EXILE & THE FIRELIGHT

In the ruins of Caer Maelyn, he found Sylna, a scarred elven exile who spoke of a brotherhood lost to time—blood hunters of the Crimson Sanctum, who fought monsters by becoming something close to them.

Sylna trained him as she had been trained: with fire, pain, and purpose. He learned the blood rites, the alchemy of willpower and vengeance, and the cost that came with both.

Years later, he returned to find her cabin burning. The air smelled of sulfur. He found only her rapier, miraculously untouched. He took it, and her lessons, and her fury.

He never looked back.

THE TRAIL SOUTH

The sulfur trail led him down through the High Moor, past Daggerford, through backroads where livestock died screaming and dreams turned rotten. In every village, the same pattern repeated: disappearances, psychic residue, and a whisper of “the drifting fortress”—a myth carried by sailors and madmen alike.

Now, the trail ends in Leilon .
And Hunter suspects that the Crimson Sanctum—once the forge of his kind—has awakened again.

CURRENT STATUS

Hunter lodges at The Salted Knot , a place too rough to ask questions. He spends his nights decoding the The Journal of Thalen Driftgarde , a fallen blood hunter whose ramblings mention both the mine and the Sanctum.

His goals are simple and absolute:

• Trace the sulfur trail.
• Find the Crimson Sanctum.
• End what started the fire.

He hunts not for coin or creed, but for balance—the kind that only blood can pay.

PERSONALITY

Controlled. Relentless. Calculated.
Hunter’s calm unnerves people; his rage terrifies them.
He sees morality as a luxury for those not haunted by extinction.

Though he rarely speaks of it, he has a dry humor—usually saved for Fizz’s explosions or Vex’s bad business deals. Beneath the stoicism, there’s a loyalty born from shared scars.

CONNECTIONS

Sylna (Deceased) – His mentor and maker. Her teachings bind him as tightly as her loss haunts him.
Thalen – The mad blood hunter whose journal may hold the key to the Crimson Sanctum’s reemergence.
Vespera Rue Noctwyn – Sees in her the same silent burden he carries; together they understand the weight of being the last.
Lady Cassandra Vexmoor – The closest thing they have to a leader. Compassion slows her hand, but Hunter fills the silence with action. In her mercy, he finds purpose; in his resolve, she finds consequence.
Shyk – A kind of mirror—faith where Hunter has fury.
Elia – Her aura of moonlight reminds him of Sylna’s stories of Seelie pacts and Fey promises; he fears her beauty hides the same kind of ruin.

CURRENT CONFLICTS

• The Journal’s Cipher: Thalen’s scrawled runes describe a “returning fortress” and rituals written in blood too old to be human. Hunter suspects it’s a warning, not a record.
• The Crimson Sanctum: He dreams of red halls and bells tolling underwater. Each dream ends with a woman’s voice whispering his tribe’s name.
• The Blood Debt: Every use of his rites shortens his life. He feels the drain—but uses them anyway.