Michael Reddtombe sat before the fire, sharpening the blade of his sword, listening to the sound of the Lycans howling to each other in the distance. He shivered in the night air and wrapped his blue leather cloak tighter around him. Michael smirked in spite of himself. He's going to enjoy tomorrow when he severs the heads of those two legged wolves. The Brotherhood of Light may have rejected him but they will live to regret it when he steals the jobs right out from under them. He even went and had this infernal cloak made, specifically made of blue leather and silver accents to be the exact opposite of their uniform. Since he was not a Brother, he did not wield the combat cross, but he could swing an unrivaled blade. Doesn't matter what creature of the night it is, it can't live without a head.
Michael sighed and leaned against the tree at his back, memories swirling around in his head. Like many who grow up to be Hunters, he was an orphan left only with a book, detailing the different monsters and their strengths and weaknesses. He spent many nights in the orphanage staying up late by the lantern, never wanting to put the book down. He, like many other orphans was without a surname. When the nurses at the orphanage found him upon their doorstep, with his bright eyes and beautiful features, they named him Michael, after the most powerful and most beautiful Archangel. Young Michael came across a picture at the end of his book, of a large grave filled with the blood and corpses of every creature described in the book and thus came his last name "Reddtombe", meaning "Red Grave".
For several years he believed the book to be merely for entertainment purposes only, until one night a Vampire attacked his orphanage and he managed to kill it with some holy water he made from a recipe in the book one day while he was bored. It was then that he knew his destiny reached far beyond the walls he grew up surrounded by. Upon his 13th birthday when the children are allowed to choose a local tradesman and ask to become their protege, the others went to Bakers, Blacksmiths, Caretakers, all the common ones. Michael however, approached the local Knight, ordered to lead the local "militia" if the need arose. The Knight was both impressed by the tenacity of the young man, and intrigued by him and after some pleading agreed to take him on and train him to wield a sword.
At age 18 he had approached the Brotherhood and asked to join their ranks. He had trained in combat for 5 years and was willing to learn more, as long as it allowed him to fight all manner of creature. The Elders laughed at him, told him the Brotherhood was no place for a child and sent him on his way. He then spent the next 5 years training with various other weapons and fighting forms, taking small jobs from surrounding areas, a Vampire here, a Lycan there. But this, this was his big break, an entire pack of Lycans and their Warg steeds. He heard an Alpha was among them, but he has never heard of any true sightings of one, nor has he ever seen one, so he will go prepared, but he does not expect it to exist.