Victor Dagan Hunter

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Victor Dagan Hunter


Confident
Aggressive
Precise

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'LET'S GET THIS STARTED'

Full Name: Victor Dagan Hunter
Preferred Name(s): Vic(if you're his friend) Victor or Mr. Hunter otherwise
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Position Desired: Battle Instructor
Celeb you're using: Jeremy Renner
Deity: Orion - culture Greek
Title of your deity: Lord of the Hunt

Power/Ability: Light Manipulation

Description: Victor has the power of Manipulating light particles, which at full potential manifest in several ways. Victor can move light around at will, throwing all light out of a room or creating blinding flashes. Additionally, he can control the flow of light around him, rendering him functionally invisible to the naked eye.

Vic can absorb and release light, taking it in and using it low light/no light situations, or can even 'pool' it, taking ambient light and laying it on the ground to find things. This is how he is able to track at night, and while it is not supernatural/human tracking, he is better than regular humans at tracking.

An interesting aspect of Vic's ability to move light at will is drawing light particles into 'dense masses,' pooling them to create concussive waves or blasts, 'beams' of light, or even manifesting light around himself to create weapons or armor.

Limitations: While this ability has been active in Victor the greater majority of his life, it has been largely undeveloped and unintentionally used only in moments of necessity or dire need, which Victor had always attributed to circumstance or Luck. He was functionally unaware of it until a recent odd incident during an escort detail for a senior executive of a reconstruction company in Afghanistan, where he essentially created a Flashbang out of nothing during an attempted ambush of his security detail. As such, he has little control over his power as of yet. As well, if Vic were to find himself in a zero light situation and had not absorbed any light, this power would be useless.

STRIKE A POSE
'TOO EASY'

Physical Appearance: Six and a half feet tall, weighing in at 235 pounds of lean muscle, Vic cuts an imposing physical figure. And once you get to his face, well, what else is there to say, except that he's the most handsome man many a woman has ever met.

Tattoos: ' Contra Felicem Vix Deus Vires Habet '(Against a Lucky Man The Gods Have No Power) across the top of his back, and the number seventeen in hashmarks on his upper left arm.

Clothing: Victor's clothing runs the gamut from shabby to stylish. If you find him in the gym or doing physical labor, he'll be in torn sleeve shirts and shorts with a headband and sweatbands on his wrists. If you found him at the bar or a formal function or business meeting for his private security firm, he'll be dressed so sharp it'll make your eyes bleed. Of course, if he's working, as he takes his business to a personal level with his more important clients, he'll be in modified ACUs, wearing goggles and combat gloves with reinforced kevlar knuckles, a shemagh, and a motley yet necessary assortment of webbing and combat gear to carry his ammo, his .50 Desert Eagle sidearm and hisweapon of choice for security detail , his H&K G36C 'Hunter special' he had commissioned from Heckler & Koch, with an integrated front stock grip(sometimes called a 'gangster grip') and bayonet lug.

Scars: Military, personal, and private security time have taken a toll on Vic's body. He has darkened veins and a mark on his right leg that goes up about six inches from his ankle, from where the scorpion stung him. There are 4 incision scars on the right side of his chest and abdomen where some fragments from a grenade found themselves around Vic's body armor and into his flesh during his first tour in Afghanistan, to be removed later by a medic. Then there's the scars on his left arm. He has seventeen scars, hashmarked to the number seventeen, that have been covered with tattoos of the same to hide the scar. The last one is recent. Victor has one for every man he's had to kill in his lifetime. While not especially religious, particularly after his run in with the Scorpion, he has scarred himself on his arm after every man's death to remind him not to take lightly the death of another man at his hands. These reminders are both physical and emotional in nature, as Victor cuts deep to experience some measure of pain about another's death, and also so that when he sees himself in a mirror, or another person questions him about it(though he probably won't answer), he will never forget what he's had to do.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
'I BET YOU CAN'T WAIT'

Personality Description:

Victor is an incredibly strong-willed man. He always maintains his correctness, even when allowing that someone else is right. His strong will helps him out in many situations, whether it was on the battlefield or at the negotiating table, he will not relent until he gets his way. This doesn't mean he doesn't like other strong-willed people though. He delights in having other hardheads as friends, preferring a lighthearted fight to dog-like obedience.

Victor has an incredibly addictive personality. When he latches onto something he likes, he does it religiously. Working out, hunting, smoking cigars and cigarettes, drinking, even working are addictions for him. The worst is that he found after the first life he took that he gets an incredible high from killing another human being, but refuses to allow it to consume him as his other addictions do, and has adopted his ritual of self-mutilation following a kill to ensure it does not become commonplace.

As far as other people are concerned, Victor is amiable and friendly, and enjoys having others around. He does not possess the emotional ability to hate other humans, although he does dislike people. When interacting with faculty, he will treat them all as equals, but will rankle if someone tries to tell him what to do without a position of authority, or if someone decides they are better than him(they're not). When dealing with students, he will be impartial and fair, cracking jokes when appropriate, but being stern when the situation calls for it.

Victor works hard and plays hard. When he's working, he's at the top of his game, and when he's at the bar or in the gym, he's as good as it gets.

Strengths:

Strong
Confident
Friendly

Weaknesses:

Doesn't Take Criticism Well
Addictive Personality
Too Empathic

Likes:

Good Alcohol and Cigars
Women
Hunting
Being the Best at What He Does

Dislikes:

Scorpions
Liars
Being Beaten
Very Cold Weather


Fear: Being blinded again, not doing his best.
Goal: Live life! If you're not living, you're dying, and Vic intends to live.

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QUALIFICATIONS
'C'MON, LOOK AT ME!'

Highlights

Natural Born Fighter
Combatives Instructor
Years of experience in military and private industry dealing with conflict
Special Forces training makes him adept at teaching.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE
'YES, I KNOW, I AM PRETTY AWESOME'

Place of Origin: Outside Laramie City, Wyoming
History:

'Born' to parents Jaremy and Sasha Hunter, rural farmers outside of Laramie City, Wyoming, Victor was found in a field as a newborn by one of the Hunter's hired hands. He was quickly adopted by the couple, who were unable to have children of their own, after CPS could find no evidence of a mother or father, citing that he must have been an answered prayer from Heaven.

Victor grew up in a decidedly average middle class household. He was always the best at Hide and Seek as a child, never being found even if he was hiding 'in plain sight' and was almost always the fastest or strongest boys in school. Anything that Victor did, he threw himself into, almost to the point of obsession, because he felt he had to be the best, or that he had to have more. Several things in his life, like his affinity for hunting with his father, or running and wrestling for the schools track and wrestling teams, showed his need, his drive for more and better. He once boasted to his father that there wasn't an animal on the planet that he couldn't track and hunt, such was confidence in his own ability. He focused on the joy of the hunt, eschewing stand hunting and using salt blocks or feeders, preferring instead to stalk hunt his prey in its natural element, and becoming very skilled with a bow, though he was no slouch with a rifle either. The thing that amazed his father that Vic would show up at the house in the dead of a cloudy night, hauling in a deer or turkey. When questioned on how he had tracked the beast when noone else could even see, he would just shrug.

Victor's addictive personality extended to other types of hunting as well. As soon as he figured out the true differences between men and women, he loved the thrill of getting girls to like him, and then, once the 'hunt' was over and the girl fell for him, he would quickly lose interest and move onto his next prey. It was also around this time that his parents had told him the truth of his past, that they were not his biological parents and had no idea who were, since he was found as a newborn found in a field. This revelation did not sit well with Victor, who turned away from his anger and questioning into an unhealthy early age addiction to smoking and drinking. This hard-charging attitude, coupled with an air, infrequently challenged, that he was always right, led to him to be the nucleus of a group of partying boys and girls.

After turning down an offer to run track for the University of Wyoming due to his pious, and worried parents plea to become a missionary, Victor found himself 'spreading the faith' in a poor region of India. While he had never been overly religious, his parents were worried that a wild streak in him, evidenced by a string of broken-hearted teenage girls, and several underage drunken fights that sent more than one boy to the hospital, would get out of hand and permanently destroy his future. He agreed, out of a love for the people who had found him and kept him instead of shipping him off to an orphanage. Little did they know that the missionary trip that was supposed to 'save' their son from his sins would almost ruin his life.

While not doing especially good at spreading the Gospel, Victor did excel in other areas, helping dig wells for the locals and build footbridges over creeks and repairing houses and fences with the local people.Victor had also stolen away several times, taking a bartered bow and arrows into the lush forests around the village he was doing missionary work in, to try his luck on his boast of slaying any beast.

After taking a Black Buck in the forest and giving it to the village as an offering, he decided to take on a more dangerous prey, one of the wild pigs that was causing no small distress to the local farmers. While stalking the latest tracks back to the pig's den, Victor ran afoul of a scorpion, which stung him in the leg after crawling up his pantleg. He smashed it, and with the last lucid moments he had, scooped up the scorpion's body and put in a jacket pocket, before turning back down the trail and losing himself to unconsciousness and poison. When he awoke in the village, it was to blinding light, literally. Victor could see nothing but white light, and his startled curses woke the sleeping missionary watching over him and his fever in his hospital room. It was the dead of night.

Victor was sent back to the States, and spent the next two years in blinding light at his parent's home. He lost touch with all of his 'friends' from high school, who were off partying at the various western universities or working the farms and ranches of their fathers and mothers, but noone really wanted to be around Victor, his blindness putting them off. His parents tried everything for him, sending him to any doctor or specialist they could find, but everyone had said the blindness would be permanent. This state of affairs lasted for two years, until he accidentally took a prescription of his father's, a short term steroid by Light Pharmaceuticals, meant to boost his father's energy while he was sick. The next morning, he awoke to the view of his room. He left a note for his parents, and grabbed his bow and sheath of arrows, unused for two years, and spent the next week in the woods, hunting and living life. His parents were ecstatic when he returned, claiming it was a miracle, a gift from God. Victor had other thoughts. He had been distant with religion and faith since his incident, and he knew it was Luck, Blind Luck(the irony of the statement was not lost on him, nor the humor), that led him to getting the wrong bottle of medicine. Shortly after returning from his sabbatical in the woods, he got his first tattoo "Contra Felicem Vix Deus Vires Habet" or Against a Luck Man the Gods Have No Power. This was his feeling on the matter, that it had been luck that gave his eyes back, not miracle. He spent the next year at home, getting back into the finer things in life for him, hunting, working out, and women.

At the age of 21 he enlisted in the Army, scoring as high on the ASVAB as was possible, and chose to be a Cav Scout(11D). He excelled in an Army of the late '90s that was stagnating, having not had a major conflict since Desert Storm, and Victor managed to promote to Sergeant(E-5) by late '99, mainly because of his training and due to his acceptance into the Army's Special Forces program and completion of the 'Q course' becoming a Weapons Sergeant(18B) learning Russian, and picking up several specialist Army schools, including a Level 3 Certification from the Army Combatives Program. The attacks on September 11 led to his deployment in Afghanistan, like so many other members of the USSOCOM, to fight. He distinguished himself, like many others, during the fighting, but felt deeply the pain of every killing a man, every time he pulled the trigger, every time the knife came out. The others in his unit never questioned him when he cut himself on the arm to mark it, though they thought it was a mark of honor that Victor was giving himself, not a mark of tribulation. He did this because of the abject joy he had felt while killing, and never wanted that to be the only sensation he got from killing another man. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it; it was just the way he felt; the bloodrush, the intense joy, had to balanced out by pain somehow, and his penance for the pain was the scarring. After six years in the Army, 5 of them being under the USSOCOM, he was honorably discharged and decided on his future in 2004.

He had several contacts through his old unit that were doing private security or worked or other private military companies. They had told him about the big bucks to be earned working as a PMC, and Victor, who had saved up quite a bit of his money from the Army, and with some good investments in oil made at the time, he had the capital to open up Orion Security Solutions, specializing in High Value Target Security and Transport. He had named it Orion for the constellation in the night sky, which he had always enjoyed looking up to at night, the Great Hunter in the sky, whose stories he had enjoyed ever since his father had showed him the constellation and he had researched it in school.

Orion Security Solutions started small, with him hiring two guys he knew from his time in the 3rd Infantry Division, with the 5-7 Cav Squadron before he was selected for Special Forces. They had been good in a bind and he trusted them. They didn't disappoint. The first two years they did small scale security, just to-and-froms for singing celebrities during concerts, and eventually moving up to armed escorts to foreign countries. It was in mid 2007 that a 30 year old Victor escorted a young man from Eadric Industries to a trip in Saudi Arabia, a Samael Eadric, that Victor had his first encounter with an incarnate. Samael was a guy right up Vic's alley, business when its time for business and impeccably dressed, and oozing power and influence. After an unremarkable escort detail Victor had offered to take the man out for drinks, and a fast friendship ensued. Victor usually tries to keep his business and his friendships separate, at least with clients(most of his employees are his friends or friends of friends that he can trust in a bad situation), but he made an exception with Samael and doesn't regret it.

Over the next five years, business and life continued apace. Victor grew his business to some 35 employees and had a constant schedule of contracts to keep up with. During these times there were several events that were just...off to Victor. Through several incidents went from simple security to worse, Vic noticed an increased amount of odd happenings. There was the building where all the light in the room left during a takedown of a drunk who tried to hit on his female client and then tried to get physical when Vic told him to buzz off. There was the shootout in Syria, where a foreign diplomat whose policies were...unpopular with the Syrians had to be exfiltrated. Victor swears he dodged two bullets, and a spotlight on a building erupted into light, blinding a would-be murderer and allowing Vic to kill the man to get his client to the airport. Then, there was Afghanistan...

It was dusty, but this was Afghaniland, and he was used to it. How many times had he been back to this medieval hellhole since 2001? Over a dozen, sometimes for months doing super-secret-squirrel things for the Army, and recently for days or weeks escorting high profile government officials and executives from various corporations who were trying to improve Afghanistan's lot, and make a healthy dime off of old Uncle Sam. That's fine, that's where a quarter of Victor's business came from, and as long as it kept him in nice suits and fast cars, Vic wouldn't say a damn thing.

"All units, Orion Six, sitrep, over."
"Orion Six, One, all green."
"Six, Two, looking like a shitload of dust out this way."
"Six, Three, all good, hang on, Break." "Check that, i've got movement to 9 o'clock."

Vic looked left just in time to see the buttstocks coming to their shoulders. "Shit!" he yelled as the rounds tore into the engine block and killed the Land Rover's engine. He was in the passenger seat, and looked back at his client, seeing that Patrick Wilson, Vice President of Something-Or-Other for Halliburton, was still in one piece, before kicking his door open and opening the frightened man's door and throwing him out of the vehicle. "Do exactly what I tell you, got it?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead dropping to a knee as he went around the edge of the rear of the Land Rover, sighting in and pulling the trigger at the berm 25 yards away where the fire was coming from. He didn't see anything connect but several of the ambushers ducked their heads. He turned around and pulled the man up by the handle on his body armor, and ran, yelling "Hurry up!" as he dragged him to Two's Land Rover, which had braked hard when Six took hits and the team of three in the vehicle were already pouring fire into the ambusher's location. He slammed the rear passenger door open and threw Patrick inside, taking the man of of his feet with the force that he put behind the throw. He looked at Two, outside the Rover and returning fire over the hood on the passenger side. "Jace, get the Client the Hell out of here, take One with you, Three and I will take care of these bastards."

He slapped him on the back before popping off a few unaimed rounds at the berm before rushing back to the down Rover, where his driver Gabe had crawled out and was firing from the rear corner, where Vic had looked first when he got out. "Gabe, prep smoke, and get ready to go" he said as he keyed his throat mike "Three, get ready for cover fire, we're moving up to neutralize.." The fire had slackened, making Vic think the ambushers had lost one or two guys already, but they were too close to run away, and so were he and his men; so he decided to take the fight to these guys while his other elements got away. Judging from the rhythm of gunfire there was only two more, and now they were boned. "Smoke!" he yelled and Gabe tossed the smoke grenade between them and the enemy. As Vic had already guessed, the wind was blowing North, the way they were travelling, so the smoke crept North as it billowed out, obscuring Vic and Gabe but leaving the line of fire for Three open, since they were behind them 20 yards to the South. Vic heard Three's rate of fire increase and started duckwalking through the smoke, Gabe behind him and to the left. As they got to the dirt berm past the smoke, one of the two remaining ambushers got hit in the chest by Three's fire and Vic threw up a cease fire handsignal as he made his way up the berm.

The man, a look of fear mixed with rage on his face, came up so fast Vic hadn't even put his sights on him, when a blinding flash and a BANG sent the man reeling back behind the berm. Cresting the edge, Vic put two shots in his chest and one more in the head just to be sure, before sweeping the right side of the makeshift emplacement, his blood up, Gabe jumping over and sweeping the left. "Up!" he shouted and Gabe responded the same way, and Vic, the tension falling off his shoulders as the rush of the kill made its way up to surface, released his grip on his weapon, the sling pulling it tight to his chest, as he keyed his mike again "Three, all clear, come pick us up." He heard the Land Rover moving up to them as Gabe said "Uhh, boss, look at this guy." As he looked down, he was grounded from the high as he examined the man. He was burned, a large area of his chest impacted and the flesh seared away. "What the hell did that, boss?" Gabe asked. Vic had no clue, "Flashbang." Gabe started to talk again, but Victor stared him down. "Drop it, I threw a Flashbang. Those things can do crazy shit that close. End of discussion." As he climbed into the Rover, he knew he had to call Sam. He didn't know what the hell just happened. But he did know a number kept repeating itself in his head.

Seventeen. Seventeen. Seventeen.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
'YEAH, YEAH YEAH'

Orion the Hunter, Victor Hunter the hunter, check!
In one story, Orion is killed by a Scorpion after boasting he would slay every animal on Earth. Victor made a similar boast to his father and is stung by a scorpion.
Orion is blinded but regains his sight, as does Victor.
In one story, Orion is born of the Earth. Victor is found in a field with no sign of parents.
Orion is stronger, bigger, faster and handsomer than almost any man alive. Victor is at the peak of human fitness, and is absurdly attractive.
Victor has unwittingly named his company after Orion.

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'THE REAL ME'

Your name: Oryan Holder
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