This was inspired, and was going to be, a battle pose of Hunter with several anonymous hunters. Regardless of his unending bloodlust for the wyverns and creatures of Minegarde, there's only one thing he loves more that bringing down a mighty beast before his blade and fury. Hunting with others.

Coming from a world where the common man was more frightened to walk out of his home in the dark, Hunter was endlessly welcome to any who'd take up arms against those that would endanger their homes, for sport or glory, for revenge or justice; any and all who would face up against these beasts demanded his respect. While he is a superb hunter, in endurance and strength, he carries no elitism with him until provoked. He will share in celebrations and revelries for a first time hunter's first Kut-ku as soon as he would throw a parade for toppling the mightiest of dragons. It's only when the guild, or aggressive hunters attempt to aggrivate him does he reveal his lack of temper for those willing to plea elitism. Other than seeking vengance, and momentarily sating his loss and anguish, competition is one of his main drives to overcome dragons in combat. While his competitive desires are usually stifled with a light-hearted disposition, and a carefree approach to murdering the beasts.

He drinks. He eats. He fucks, he loves, he breaths. He is as human as any one else. It just so happens that within that human heart lies a bleak stain of hatred that only he can feel for the creatures of Minegarde. A stain wrought by that which is unknown.

But should any creature be caught in his sight, or dare wreak nature's chaos upon civilization, those hearty laughs and jokes will be replaced with a bellowed shout and dauntless advance, headlong into any danger, to meet any dragon eye-to-eye. He has occasionally been known to torture his kills from time to time, when memories linger too long. Denying dragons a swift death, but rather pinning them and skinning them alive, an act in clear violation with guild standards.

"When I look into his eyes, when he tells his stories of a seeming endless trail of wyvern blood behind him, I feel what it means to be a true hunter." -- Anonymous hunter, at the Kotoko gathering halls.