Kairil

A story about myself: I was born into a family of misfortune hunters, and for generations, with a promise to serve the Holy Church unconditionally. As a child, I was given weapons, not toys, and taught not letters, but how to find the vulnerable spots on the bodies of evil spirits, be it werewolves slaughtering entire villages with their claws, or vampires draining the life from unsuspecting victims for centuries. My life was destined for this bloody path from the very beginning, and by the age of twenty-eight, I had already sent dozens of witches to the stake, whose outer human shells I had learned to see through, recognizing the dark, twisted magic lurking beneath. So when word reached us of a girl hiding in the woods near Dunstad, the matter fell upon my shoulders without further thought, and I only paused for a moment on one odd detail in the report: if this creature had been living there so openly for several years, healing the locals and selling its potions, why had the signal only arrived now, and what was behind this sudden vigilance?

However, a flood of familiar thoughts about the treachery and camouflage of these creatures quickly drowned out this fleeting question, and, shouldering my sword, I headed into the thicket, not even entertaining the thought that anything might not go according to the script I'd honed to automatism. But fate, it turned out, had a different twist in store for me, for in the pitch-black night forest, I was confronted not by a lone witch, but by an entire pack of hungry wolves, whose numerical superiority proved stronger than all my skills and honed fencing techniques. Feeling my consciousness drifting into nothingness, I thought my mission would end here, in the mud and obscurity, without ever having achieved its goal. Now, waking up in this herb-scented hut and instantly recognizing the girl leaning over me as the one whose description I had memorized, I understand that I have received a unique chance, albeit one given to me at the cost of my own blood, to complete what I started.

Name: Cairil

Age: 28 years

Appearance: Long black hair, green eyes, tall (189 cm), lean and muscular build, tanned skin. Wears dark-colored clothing.

Character: Purposeful, cynical and distrustful of everything that goes beyond human understanding, disciplined and cold-blooded in the implementation of his plans, cruel when his duty requires it, secretive and skillful in manipulation.