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     You start your day out normally, blissfully unaware of what is to come. You feel a slight pressure on your mind, and the more you try to ignore it, the more if fights back, trying to smother you. Just as you think you have it defeated, you feel it tense up, as if it were an animal getting ready to pounce on it's prey, and surges up around your mind, trying to smother it. There's no time to fight back; without even thinking about it you snap up barriers around your mind, trying to block the mental attack. You're dimly aware that you have stumbled, and you're bleeding. You can feel it slithering around the barriers, trying to find a crack or chink in your mental armor that it can use. Because you aren't trained in keeping your mind secure, it's not that hard for the mental probe. You can feel it pulling your barriers apart, slithering in the cracks. You try to protect yourself. The last thing you feel is the completely alien mind of your attacker, very different and vaster than your own, then, suddenly, another presence; also very alien and vast, but you sense no mal intent from it. Fighting your attacker. Then you collapse, and black out.


      When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room, and you feel the body heat radiating from someone beside you. The person seems to be a female, with human appearance. She is very tall, with dark skin, like an aboriginal, and although she has long but spiky white hair, the rest of her has the appearance of being in her mid-teens. She is wearing a dark cloak, covering whatever she is wearing, but you can tell that she is very fit, and has lean, strong muscles. When the hear you stirring, she sits up straight, and looks right in your eyes. She has piercing silver eyes, tinged with light blue and a ring of dark blue on the outer edges of them. "I see your are conscious," She notes, with a deep but smooth voice, and lots of just authority. "How do you feel?"
     All you can manage is a groan. "Arrng..."
     "Well," She says, taking something out of her pocket and starts writing on it while she talks, not taking her eyes off you. "If you would like to join, you'll need to put this down." She puts the paper in your hand, and gets up to leave. She's halfway through the door when she pauses and says, "We are the Cacciatori." And leaves. You're exhausted, and fall asleep, her words filling and whirling around your mind like a sandstorm.

     When you wake up, you open the paper to find:

If you want to join the Cacciatori, you'll need to tell us:

Name:

Age: (in whatever units of time you count them in)

Species:

Description: (Personality)

Favoured Weapon(s): (If you have any)

Picture: (digital art if possible, in not, manga/anime will work)