The Jeffinator
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The Hunter Chronicles
In the time before time, the Planes of Existence were in balance, watched over by the Elder Gods. But dark days were ahead. One of their own, Lord Lucifer, became consumed by all seven deadly sins, though the precise origins of this are unclear. It is said he was transformed into a terrible beast, overcome by his own inner darkness. In the final battle of the Heavens, Lucifer was locked away in the depths of Hell, but not before spilling massive amounts of his blood upon the Earth. Everything the dark blood touched was mutated into something hideous, and every living creature touched by the blood became what would eventually be known as demonic entities... Demons.
In the final decision of the Gods, they spilt their own blood to counter Lucifer's, and then vanished, deciding they had become too corrupt to watch over the world any longer. The earth was left without any divine protection, and it plummeted even further into darkness. Their attempt to counter Lucifer's dark blood hadn't been entirely successful -- the divine blood had given the people it touched great powers of light, just as the dark blood had given people powers of darkness. These defenders of humanity fought hard, but most fell before the demons.
Eventually, a few of these defenders learned the ways of the Ninja, and by using the skills they learned, the spiritual energies, and the powers of their bloodlines, they evened the score.
Thus was born the path of the Demon Hunter...
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Laughter filled the room, smiles on the faces of the people as they sat at their tables, eating their lunch. Pizza Palace was always a very busy place on Saturdays, where all the kids who lived in Queens would gather to play the arcades, eat their favorite deep dish pie, and play a few rounds of pool. Quite possibly the hippest place in New York City, many of them thought.
Sitting by himself at a table was a young man of about eighteen. He was tall, and seemed to be well-built. His dirty blonde hair was slightly shaggy, and hung over his sky blue eyes to touch the tip of his nose. It tickled a little, and he pushed his hair out of his face. He wore a gray t-shirt and a long sleeve blue shirt over it, unbuttoned and open, and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow. His blue jeans were slightly baggy, and he had a black watch on his wrist. His name was Danny Korda, and he was a freshman at Long Island University, majoring in Integrated Information Systems, though he lived at home.
“Come on,” he said to himself out loud, looking towards the women’s room. His best friend and next door neighbor Lily (will edit once you post with her real name) was in the bathroom, and they needed to be leaving soon. Their fathers were best friends and although not in the military, they were overseas in the Middle East, trying to help people and fight terrorists, or so they told their wives and children. But today, their fathers would be calling them, just as they did the first Saturday of every month. It was now November, and they had been gone since June, having left right after seeing Danny and Lily graduate highschool. Today, they would find out if their fathers would be home for the winter holidays, which they greatly hoped.
“Lily, hurry up...” he said impatiently to himself, anxious to hear from his father.
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Might wanna make him 18 though, since you put this on the srp board.)
