Well since that witch is all but forcing me to do this, I may as well get this started. My name is Vaughn, arguably one of the greatest hunters to ever live (and no, thats not being arrogant). In case your stupid, being called a hunter refers to the profession of hunting monsters. Any type of monster that can come to mind; beasts, apparitions, undead, demons.... you name it, I've most likely killed one, or several hundred. Most hunters would keep there fields of expertise too 1 or 2 types of monster, However when you've lived as long as me.... and your habits are as expensive, you cant afford to be choosey. Anyhow i'm getting off topic, you see this is exactly why i didn't want to do this stupid biography bullshit.

Getting back on track, this is going to be a documentary on what that witch likes to call my.... adventures. I on the other hand think calling them repeated suicide attempts would be more accurate, but what the fuck do I know, i'm just a dumb hunter. So anyway, before I start the story up let me give you a bit of my background. First of all i'm what is referred to as superhuman.... yes superhuman, as in ridiculously fast reflexes, super dense muscle fibers allowing for much greater strength, amazing high twitch muscle fibers allowing for short movements that the naked eye can barely follow.... if it even can. I've even got a resting heart beat of 12 beats per minute and my Mana capacity is roughly 4x the amount of your average mage. I have lots of other ridiculous bullshit going on such as much faster regenerative abilities, near immune to most poisons and to top it all of my life span is undetermined... as in i'm currently 237 and look to be in my mid too late 30's. But lets cut all that off there because its starting to feel like i'm sucking my own dick.

So.... do you want to know the thing about being superhuman? there's an emphasis on the human part. Everything about me might make me seem like I'm born of some evolution (which I guess I kind of might be?), but that's only relation to other humans.... and humans are weak as fuck. Sure there's the occasional strong one that reaches around my level but, they're about 1 in 500000. These individuals are known as Z-rankers, in the adventurers guild ranking system. why are they called Z-rankers you ask? well thats simple... the increase in strength between Z-rankers and the second highest rank (F-rankers) is so extreme that which ever idiot came up with the ranking system decided that he would skip the 20 odd letters of the alphabet and land straight on Z. stupid right? now you may be wondering how one gets a sudden increase in power from F-rank to Z rank? the answer would be through a process known as enlightenment. But if i where to tell you about that it would ruin this oh so lovely story i'm being forced to write so i'll stop talking about that there.

Anyway i'm sure your all getting bored just reading my senile ramblings so let me set the scene for our brave hero..... ahem.... twas a bright summer evening in the city of Jalendorf, where a brave young knight was walking into the kings caste! Nah just fucking with you.... like every good story.... this one starts in a whore house.