Geoff Jensen is a naturally silver-haired being, due to the mutated genes within him causing him to also have golden eyes. He stands at 5'11" with a broad structure and a heavy build. He wears a heavier load of armor, but it is mostly leather in order to allow mobility but not without some steel reinforcements to keep it strong. Geoff has a curved scar running diagnolly across his left eye from the temple to the tip of his nose. Also across his arms are various scars, mostly from battle. On his left palm is a tattoo of a wolf encompased by a crescent moon. On the right palm is a tattoo of a blade entangled by two cobras. His armor's color scheme is mostly grey and a dark shade of indigo.
Geoff is a very honorable person, living for the hunt of monsters and with that, holds a great prejudice even though he himself is a werewolf. Named by a Priest, he takes on the moniker, "Wolf-Cleric" because of his faith in a higher being and faith in humanity even though he was cast out from the Church and made a black sheep. He is very humble and likes to find something to follow, for he was raised to conform to a higher power whether it be spiritual or political. He is a proud swordsman and ranger, advocating the need for strength to fight the evil that lurks on the outside. Geoff is no stranger to humor and will engage in it, but otherwise has his priorities straight. The difference in Geoff's mindset is his prejudice against inhuman things, even forming a self-hate.
M. Affinity: 7
M. Resistance: 1
Geoff was born into a family of farmers within the world of Cite de la Cloches, on the outskirts where the farmland is located. The place used to be full of life and had its own populace of farmers, even building a chapel when they couldn't travel freely to the church within the Cite de la Cloches. The city's politicals heads, including the Bishop, had ignored the threats of monsters on the outside, leading the farmers to form a posse and train to form a Hunter's Guild. The idea arose when Geoff's father spoke with an outsider who had told them of the worlds beyond, exciting them with stories but also terrifying them that the monsters kept them trapped. The man trained the fathers of the farming families, leading the wives and children (save for the almost-adult children) to do the farming. At first the products were not as healthy and they did not prosper as much, they did eventually learn to be more effective. Meanwhile the fathers fought off the beasts that came to claim food from their crops and herds.
One night, a pack of werewolves had terrorized the farmlands in the middle of everyone's sleep, but before they could escape they were met by the rusty blades of the farmers. Barking about, the werewolves showed no fear in the presence of monster hunters. So easily they tore apart the blades and fed on the hunters, but they were out-numbered. The numbers, though, didn't count when everyone surviving ran accept Geoff's father. One of few skilled swordsman, he was able to slay a number of the werewolves but in the end...Geoff who had watched from the window the whole time had to witness his father be pinned and for his limbs to be mangled. What made it more scarring was that he was still alive and screaming. Like a guardian angel, the man who helped them came out of no where and a flash of light scorched the werewolves' fur. All of them were bare, burnt badly even. A green energy was torn from the dead bodies and absorbed into a gem held by the man who pulled a blue energy out of it, absorbing it into his own body. Summoning a golden sword, he raised it into the air and let another flash of light shine, causing a werewolf to vaporize into water. One of the werewolves got brave and attacked, successfully even because it knocked the man to the ground. In desperation, the man let a plume of darkness tear away at the middle of his leather armor, burning the head of the werewolf away. Standing up, the man was being stared at by Geoff's father...who now saw a large, red, heart-like insignia on his chest.
The other kind of monster they encountered...heartless. Never could they permanently kill the beasts, always they came back. But the man who helped them the entire time was a heartless himself. The man knew he would seem like a traitor, and even used the energy he gathered to completely heal Geoff's father...turning his back so that his lie would be paid for. But what surprised both he and Geoff was the hand that plunged through, not even one of the werewolves that ran away. No, it was the growing hand of Geoff's father...who now became a werewolf. The man survived the wound of the wolf, and the wounded werewolves dropped their blood about him. In anger he tore the man apart., blindly following his human form's memories as he returned to the house. Geoff was only a small child but his mother had grown strength from farming. She was able to get a lick in once the father entered the house, causing a gash with a firewood ax laying about, the blood hitting Geoff. The mother...sadly...was not enough. She was torn down and Geoff was stuck contemplating. His first reaction was to grab the ax but he was smacked away by his father. A wound across his face had caused heavy bleeding but then he just ignored his wound and brought the ax up...and brought it down on his father's head. Watching it roll...he stumbled backwards and fell, crying himself to sleep as his father's blood pooled about the room.
The next day Geoff exited his house in silence, ignoring the decaying bodies within his home. Everyone saw the scar on his face and outcast him hastily. He was accepted by the chapel at least, who still trained him to be burly and strong enough to defend the village. The remaining hunters gave him training and accepted him into the Guild, but the rest of the farming community rejected him. Years past and his activities gave him an aged look even though he is so young. Geoff was sent to a family friend who crafted the silver blades for the Hunter's Guild, who was actually a gypsy. Answering his pleads, the man crafted Geoff his first blade, the Wolfsbane sword. He ironically named the sword because it was a reminder he was in control, he was more human than monster. He was a hunter. His silver hair came from the corruption of his blood and the golden eyes did too, but his unique appearance did not score the affection of the younger...only the scrutiny. Eventually, he left after the Guild decided to order him to travel the worlds in search of another guild like their's...but he knew it was only a way to get him to leave for good. So he decided to just find a new path and a new order to follow, even if it was another Monster Hunter guild.
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