Spoiler : A Molov :
Name: Molov Peiric
Age: ???
Occupation: Scientist/Archeaologist
Group: Hunter
Gear:
- The Thorny Devil: An interesting device and his signature weapon, The Thorny Devil is a set of sharpened claws with a canal running between each finger. The main purpose being to draw blood from it's enemies.
- The Warehouse: His backpack, so to speak. Although, its more like a large wooden cabinent. It stores various kinds of elixirs and potions, Some with very dubious intentions. He also carries a small ammo stache within.
- 2 6 Chamber Revolvers: Nothing much to say here, they are just revolvers.
Other:
There was always a Molov, as far as anyone can remember. He was there when the old fogies of this god-forsaken town were children. He was there for their children. He was there for his children's children. Nobody knew too much about the man, however. He'd only come into town for supplies, with his visits varying from days, to weeks, to months, and sometimes years. As far as his profession is concerned, whenever people inquired, the man would always reply "Scientist" or "Archaeologist". They were apparently obsessed with the idea of a cure for Death and was always taking expeditions to faraway lands. But if anyone knew one thing about them; It's that, for the most part, you should keep your distance.
The Molovs were a herald for tragedy as it turned out. Since it seemed that, whenever he strolled into town, it wouldn't be too long after that some murder or kidnapping had taken place. Women, children, fully grown Men. No one was safe. it was always the same M.O. too. Puncture wounds where ever there was a major artery, and while the would was never big enough for them to really bleed out, they would have been nothing more than a pre-prepped cadaver. Much to the delight of our local mortician.
However, because theses things always happened during a Molovs visits. It wasn't too unnatural, for a Molov to be a suspect in all of this. He got away scot-free everytime. This lead to rumors amongst the townsfolk. The more interesting and popular one being that, perhaps, there was only ever one Molov. That, maybe, he's an immortal vampire. Some opinions changed however after he joined the Hunters. Mostly confused, the townfolk started speculating once again about the Molovs. Perhaps, ne never the Molovs never were serial killlers after, said some optimistic few. Maybe the townsfolk weren't enough for him, so he joined the hunters to get his fix without the persecution of the law. Maybe he was using the Hunter title as a way to find his fabled "Cure for Death". After a while some of the older townsfolk got sick of hear these rumors and put a new saying in place when ever a Molov was the topic of discussion. "He maybe be looking for a cure to Death, but he's sure as hell ain't one. So stay away."
Age: ???
Occupation: Scientist/Archeaologist
Group: Hunter
Gear:
- The Thorny Devil: An interesting device and his signature weapon, The Thorny Devil is a set of sharpened claws with a canal running between each finger. The main purpose being to draw blood from it's enemies.
- The Warehouse: His backpack, so to speak. Although, its more like a large wooden cabinent. It stores various kinds of elixirs and potions, Some with very dubious intentions. He also carries a small ammo stache within.
- 2 6 Chamber Revolvers: Nothing much to say here, they are just revolvers.
Other:
There was always a Molov, as far as anyone can remember. He was there when the old fogies of this god-forsaken town were children. He was there for their children. He was there for his children's children. Nobody knew too much about the man, however. He'd only come into town for supplies, with his visits varying from days, to weeks, to months, and sometimes years. As far as his profession is concerned, whenever people inquired, the man would always reply "Scientist" or "Archaeologist". They were apparently obsessed with the idea of a cure for Death and was always taking expeditions to faraway lands. But if anyone knew one thing about them; It's that, for the most part, you should keep your distance.
The Molovs were a herald for tragedy as it turned out. Since it seemed that, whenever he strolled into town, it wouldn't be too long after that some murder or kidnapping had taken place. Women, children, fully grown Men. No one was safe. it was always the same M.O. too. Puncture wounds where ever there was a major artery, and while the would was never big enough for them to really bleed out, they would have been nothing more than a pre-prepped cadaver. Much to the delight of our local mortician.
However, because theses things always happened during a Molovs visits. It wasn't too unnatural, for a Molov to be a suspect in all of this. He got away scot-free everytime. This lead to rumors amongst the townsfolk. The more interesting and popular one being that, perhaps, there was only ever one Molov. That, maybe, he's an immortal vampire. Some opinions changed however after he joined the Hunters. Mostly confused, the townfolk started speculating once again about the Molovs. Perhaps, ne never the Molovs never were serial killlers after, said some optimistic few. Maybe the townsfolk weren't enough for him, so he joined the hunters to get his fix without the persecution of the law. Maybe he was using the Hunter title as a way to find his fabled "Cure for Death". After a while some of the older townsfolk got sick of hear these rumors and put a new saying in place when ever a Molov was the topic of discussion. "He maybe be looking for a cure to Death, but he's sure as hell ain't one. So stay away."