Le vagabond a entendu la commotion se produire à l'extérieur de l'immeuble où il résidait. Les bruits de coups de feu s'en vont, certains sont réduits au silence par des cris, d'autres fuient. Chasseurs, ils ne sont pas habitués aux démons organisés. Oublier de vérifier pour les embuscades et qu'ils se cacheront, et faire quelque chose d'autre puis te frapper. Il a pris une profonde respiration alors qu'il se levait de son siège en sortant de la porte de la chambre où il séjournait. En regardant vers le bas, la femme s'arrêtait à l'intérieur du bar en sautant au-dessus du comptoir du bar en commençant à parler avec une autre. Bien qu'elle ait l'air d'aimer parler. En marchant dans les escaliers, ses bottes étaient lourdes sur les marches en bois, en faisant écho à certains de ses regards. Son visage était caché par l'ombre créée par son chapeau, et le bandana lui recouvrait le visage. Il a levé les yeux, sentant les démons bouger. Ils se positionnaient mieux avant de frapper.
Ses yeux lâchèrent cette douce lueur jaune alors qu'il tirait dans son pouvoir démoniaque. Tirant ses armes, il est arrivé au fond des marches. En marchant vers la jeune fille, il leva ses armes avant d'étendre ses bras, tirant sur la gâchette. Ces revolvers de.44 ont tiré, quand ils ont fait l'air autour d'eux se sont cognés d'énergie alors qu'ils ont heurté le mur derrière la barre, bien que ce fût comme une explosion de canon. Un grand trou formé comme le bois arraché par la force et un grand cri d'un démon criait. Tirant sur son autre arme, la balle a frappé un autre trou et un autre shriek et un autre démon mort. Il les a laissés s'enfuir pour l'instant. "Ne baissez jamais votre garde" a-t-il dit en regardant la fille, sa voix a été approfondie et rugueuse, mais elle semblait encore humaine.
"Ils ont un alpha, un juggernaut. Ils sont organisés, vont planifier leurs attaques. Pas que des charges jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient tous morts ou vous l'êtes. Les deux sur le toit ont été re-traités pour se regrouper. Alors qu'il parlait, ses yeux moururent. En regardant l'autre, il a commencé à marcher à l'extérieur du bar "Il n'y en a aucun près de nous en ce moment, mais ils seront de retour avec un plus grand nombre. Jusqu'à ce que l'alpha soit delt avec, ils seront beaucoup plus difficiles à gérer ». En parlant, il a regardé la paire, car maintenant il pouvait utiliser l'aide, le seul problème était le combat avec ce Juggernaut. Mais c'était quelque chose à laquelle il devait venir plus tard. "Est-ce qu'on attend ici ou on va les voir?
Character Theme - Monster
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【Full Name】
Alexander Martez

【Alias】
The Drifter

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
28

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual
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【Personality】
Alex tends to come off as, cold, harsh and distant, though this is not the real him. It is simply because the nature of what he is and the fear that some one would discover who he is. He is always at war with him self and his darker self. Because of this he tends to stay away from settlements. Large groups of humans make the demon in him stir and hunger. Though for the most part he has control, though he would rather not risk it by wandering into a large settlements. Sticking to the smallest outpost where he goes mostly un-noticed. Despite this he is a compassionate man, and cares greatly for humanity as a hole. His mother raising him with a sense of duty and honor. He will protect people with his life, and people he comes to be attached to he will sacrifice him self at a moments notice, believing that a human soul is worth more then his half human one.

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【History】
Little is known of The Drifter. He is a legend, a myth. Stories shrouded in mystery, always heard from a friend's friend's cousin. He strikes fear in the hearts of many, and hope in others. Stories are always changing, in one tale he is the demon that terrorizes a town. In others he is the hero who vanishes before the dust settles. No one knows the truth, many question his very existence, believing him simply a story to scare children. Be good, or the Drifter will come and take you. Alex himself pays little attention to such tales. Most of them are exaggerated by they are also based in small truth. They do however server a purpose. It keeps people away from him, which keeps them safe from him.
In reality Alex was raised by his mother in a small out post. He never knew his father, growing up he was told that he died to protect him and his mother from bandits before he was born. He never questioned it, and never had any reason to. Most of town believed this as well. In away it was true. His father did die protecting his mother, only the situations were skewed. His father was really a demon, a higher echelon of demon that was able to resist his base urges, for the most part he cared little about humans, dead or alive. He would kill if need be but for the most part he simply left people alone. That was until he met Alex's mother, she was kind to him and helped him. He grew fond of her and eventually fell in love with her. Though other Demons found out about him, and soon moved against him. He fought against them giving Maria time to run, though he gave up his life in the process.
With out his father he was raised by his mother who always taught him to be brave, and to stand by others. If you have the power to protect someone you should always choose too was something that was ingrained into him. Growing up he was always told tales of heroes and villains, clashes of good vs evil. He loved the stories his mother would tell him, and as he got older he tried to live by them. He was always stronger then everybody, faster then them. He even had an affinity for magic, troubling though was it was dark magic. Despite this he vowed to only use his abilities to help others. Though life would not always go the way he planned.
As a young man he was allowed to go with the others in a trade caravan with his mother, as he was old enough to be a guard. Such things were always un-safe, but they had a large amount of guards. Alex soon felt odd though,if felt like he was surrounded. He didn't know what this odd feeling was. His question was soon answered. Demons emerged from the earth, surrounding the caravan. It was an ambush. Alex fought along side the people of his town, but it was a losing fight. Soon enough it was simply a fight for survival. People were dying all around him. Alex could feel something inside of him stirring, he ignored it as he tried to find his mother. His only goal was to find her and get her to safty. But it was to late. He found her ripped in half. At that site Alex lost him self, and the demon inside came out. He killed with out mercy. Human, demon he didn't care. All were equal in his bloodlust. That was the first Tale of the Drifter.
Alex woke up hours later, covered in blood. He didn't know what to do. He ran into the wasteland. To the world Alex Martez was dead, a victim of the slaughter, and the Drifter was born. Ever since that day he has traveled the waste land. Though he can enter towns, his human half protecting him from the crystals, he chooses to stay away from them. The stories of the Drifter had started.
After that he worked on discovering what he was and learning to control the power inside of him. He believed that despite what he was he could use his power to help prevent anything like what happened to that trade caravan. Now he traverses the wasteland trying to atone for his sins, for what he is. Also to hunt down the demon that attacked the trade caravan. Trying to discover any information he could about the demon.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Shadowmaine: A demonic horse that Drifter has bound to himself. He can summon and banish it, though he rarely banishes it. Letting it roam around on the rare occasion he enters a town. The horse needs little and is rarely fatigued as it can run for days before resting. He is also able to run faster then your average horse as only the most well bred can keep up with him. (appearance is pretty much the horse in the above picture)

-His go to weapons he uses a pair of .45 revolvers that he wares on his hips. The weapons themselves are normal, but he is able to feed them with his demonic energy for more powerful shots. Even able to guide them as he can control those bullets fueled with his demonic power. They however are still limited by being normal pistols. Meaning he only has six-shots before he has to reload.

A gift from his father, before his father died he placed a bit of his own soul into his unborn child. This fragment formed a sentient weapon known as the "Sword of the Damned". It resides in side of him and he is able to call upon it at will. Though he prefers not to. The sword is living entity, and can harm any who wield it, if it chooses too.
Demonic Power: Being half demon he is naturally stronger and faster then normal humans. He can even use his demonic essence to power his human body, like his magic this causes him to start to change. It does make him much harder to kill though. He is able to sustain injuries that would kill a normal human many times over. Though he is still vulnerable to decapitation and also if his heart is removed or completely destroyed he will die.
Demonic Magic: He is able to preform demonic magic easier then most. All forms of Demonic magic come at a cost, however. Having to draw on the demon inside of him which pulls it closer to the surface and makes it harder to resist. His physical form is also altered when ever he preforms it exposing the demon inside of him. First to change is always his eyes and voice, the more powerful the spell the more it changes him.
-HellFire: He can summon Hellfire, a living form of flame that burns much hotter then normal fire and can not be put out by normal means. Only the if the caster wills it, or some one matches it's power can put it out. This is however a power full spell and thus makes it obvious what he is as there is significant change to his form.
-Demonic Binding: Being a demon him self he able he is able to influence demons lesser then him self. This is however a difficult thing to achieve. He needs to physically restrain a demon and brand it with his own Demonic name. After that it must be restrained, either by physical means or a Seal trapping it with in. While it is contained he enters a trance like state where he sends his essence into the demon. After time he dominates the will of the demon and binds it to himself. This allows him to banish the creature or summon it at will. The more powerful the demon, the harder it is, and if it is to powerful his power isn't strong enough to subdue it.
-Demonic fog: He is able to summon a fog around him self, shrouding everything in a thick haze that is nearly impossible to see though. Because it is formed of his Demonic essence he is able to sense everything inside of it. Even carry his voice through it as he can speak to people in particular or making a loud booming voice. While doing this only his eyes and voice are altered.