Mikhail Saint, Fomor Hunter (ANOTHER Gatemo Body Alt)

**Temo** Sun Jan 29, 2012 10:16 am

Man, three body alts in a week. I'm on a roll. =w=

As Jack and his family fade into the background, in steps somebody to do his job with hopefully more efficiency.

Name: Mikhail Saint
Apparent Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human Milletian
Personality: Nonchalant, relaxed, and generally warmhearted; though bears a heavy resentment and mistrust toward werewolves, undead, incubi and succubi, as they remind him of enemies of his own world. All Fomors really, but those especially. The same goes for churches and clergy.
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Themesong: Rusty Hearts - Lament of a Rusting Heart
Short History:
Honestly, he should have expected it. It was only a matter of time before his outlook on things angered the church to the point they wanted to be rid of him. Mikhail was one of the best Inquisitors for his age; but his stubborn personality and conflicting views with those who reared him was bound to bring the mutual resentment to a boil. What shocked him most though, was how they did it. It was just supposed to be a simple mission - as far as a vampire hunt in the woods went anyway. The rumors he picked up seemed legitimate enough; but it turned out to be a set up. He knew this because it wasn't a vampire that attacked him, but several dark-robed Inquisitors like himself. The battle was bloody and brutal; and in the end Mikhail found himself met with two surprises. One was discovering that his former colleagues were all thralls. The second was the vampire himself - ambushing him from behind with a dagger to the spine and fangs to his neck. As Mikhail fell, he realized the face of his killer was the very priest that had raised him.

He thought that was it - his soul was damned, he was to spend the rest of his accursed days as the priest's slave, and should the bastard ever meet the end of his own cursed fate, it was Mikhail's own to follow him to Hell. However, when he opened his eyes, rather than the dark woods, he found himself in a world of vast, white...nothing. The woman who arrived shortly after he came to, someone named Nao, he could swear was a vampire herself and was ready to kill...despite his strange and and sudden lack of proper gear. However, she insisted the opposite and explained the reason he was there. The details weren't too important, but basically, someone of his skills was needed in her world, so his soul was rescued in return for doing so.

He was to destroy the Fomor - sworn enemies of man in a place called Erinn; and in doing so, his soul would find redemption when it was truly his time. It was simple enough of a job for him - in theory anyway. He was a slayer of the damned. These creatures were damned. No problem. At least, that was what he thought before arriving in Tir Chonnail, gathering intel, and finding out just what he was up against. He should have known it wasn't that simple. Honestly, after all that happened to him so far, he should have seen it coming. So. Many. Fomor - far many more creatures than he was used to handling back in his own world. To make matters even more difficult, it seemed like humans were starting to accept them as part of society. How was he supposed to do his job when the people he'd been sent to protect might turn on him for trying?

"So then...which one can to shoot?"