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DATE OF BIRTH: September 1980
PLACE OF BIRTH: Topeka, Kansas
HEIGHT: 6'/1.9m
WEIGHT: 175 lb.
EYES: Ice-blue
HAIR: White fur
Once, long ago, there was a man. A humble man, a firefighter with a wife and daughter. But that man was injured in the line of duty. While pulling children out of a burning building, the structure collapsed on top of him. He was pulled out a twisted shell of a human being, scarred from the fire and losing all four of his limbs. In his pained, distraught state, a noncorporeal entity called a Guardian offered him a deal: a hundred years as their agent in the fight against chaotic invaders from another universe, in exchange for a new, immortal body. But his new body would not be human--instead, his form would be pulled from his deep-seated subconscious fears, to create a countenance that would strike fear in his enemies, but also be a form that could comfort the innocent. And so he became a white-furred wolf-man, a roaming protector who fought evil on whatever planet the Guardians deposited him.
As his contract expired, he found himself not sure of what to do with his immortal life. His family was long dead, he had no descendants to speak of. The Earth he knew had been changed long ago, refugees from another dimension--the fantasy creatures of old--had poured into it and staked their claims in it, re-shaping the world and bringing their science and magics with them. So, he roams the Earth doing the same job that he did as an agent of the Guardians, sniffing out injustice and fighting for the innocents... even if he's lost the ability to emotionally connect with others.
Moonhunter is immortal, much to his chagrin. He is ready to die, but doesn't believe in self-destruction. He would rather lay down his life to save others. It's not exactly a death wish, simply the fact that he doesn't really have anything to live for. Even "fighting the good fight" has gotten old to him, when new evils constantly crop up to replace the old ones. The universe is a dangerous place... and while he may himself be dangerous... a little peace may be just what he needs, though he doesn't know it. His one joy is his guitar, and he has quite a repertoire of songs, even if rock and roll isn't quite as appealing to some species as it is to others.
He travels in a solar-powered truck these days, and is never seen without twin multi-purpose tools strapped to his hips. These tools have multiple configurations: grapple launchers that can be combined into a zipline, welding torch, blade, and yes, even pulse-phase pistols.
Moonhunter is practical and judicious in his violence. He is, more or less, an asshole. He does what he does because it's right, but kindness is a virtue that often fails him. And while he does have a sense for tactics, he often defaults to brute force methods to deal with enemies. BUT if someone were to show him love, and work past his hardened exterior... they would find a stalwart companion who would stop at nothing to keep them safe. Nothing.
