Slight was born into the churches secret society of vampire hunter. Ever since birth he had been trained in the art of killing the undead. Growing up in the church had its up and down, for example Slight could never be in a safer place, but he could never do anything that he wanted to do. The church preists gave him orders he followed, Slight was a drone. Or so his fellow hunters thought, while they were out killing, Slight was training to become a perfect weapon.
Born under the sign of the Gemini, Slight had two sides. There was the quiet, meek side to which everyone saw, and there was the wild insane side lying dormant inside. Slight was still in training, he could only thing of how good it would be to kill a vampire.
In Slight's other side was a wild man, desperate to be set free. Being one of the hunters was a privelage, and a burden. Like most night at the church, Slight went to the training facilities, and practiced his shooting. Every shot hit a target in a way that would instantly kill them.
One night Slight woke up from his sleep. He heard the preists conviening in the room next to him.
Preists- there has been an attack, on the royal family. It was from the Malkavian clan.
Slight knew what this meant. "Maybe it will be my turn?"
The next day everyone seemed to be on edge. The preists seemed extra cruel to Slight. "Come over here now!" Something seemed to awaken inside of Slight, it was his second side. To the preists dismay Slight gave him a dirty look that he had never seen before.
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