Wone was born in a remote jungle within a small quiet village made up of only thirty inhabitants. His mother never named him, and his father was not around when he was born. The village was filled with the elderly and women in pregnancy. He was taken from his mother on his fourth birthday and sent to the civilized world for one purpose: to kill monsters and enrich his people.
His training would begin at eight years old, but his education began immediately. His mother had given him the basic building blocks to read and write the common languages, and his teachers gave him the exercises necessary to become a fluent and native speaker in each tongue. He was brought up with twenty other children, who like him were taken at the age of four to become hunters.
Finally, he reached the age of eight and began to undergo physical training as well as undergo subtle enhancement procedures that would increase the intensity of their growth spurts and improve their five senses. For four years he would learn how to track prey, use his night vision, and go through the basics of magic and combat.
At the age of twelve he would be made an apprentice, and he would begin to duel his fellow classmates and join veteran hunters on expeditions into the civilized world where they would manipulate the common folk, hunt monsters, and do whatever else got them paid. His first mark was a vampire, who he impaled as he was being strangled by his master. “Look child,” his master spoke to him as the creature’s life faded away, “This is where a hunter belongs, atop his prey, reveling in its demise.”
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The next six years went on like this, attending classes on monster anatomy and common culture, fighting in duels against his fellow hunters, and accompanying his master on journeys into what they referred to as the “real world” where they killed all manners of different creatures on someone’s dime. By the time he reached eighteen, there were seventeen of his fellow classmates still alive, and his master had passed on from old age. It was finally time for him to graduate from his training and begin his work as a fresh hunter.
The graduation ceremony was a short and sweet affair. The now grown children would assemble at a randomly selected safehouse in the real world and be given the three main tools of their trade. A handgun, a saber, and the most important tool, the visor. The visor was a mask made of cloth that obscured the wearer’s face completely and allowed a hunter to shapeshift and see in low visibility conditions, bright or dark. Two months after Wone’s graduation is where we begin our story.