Player Wayne
Character "Hunter"
City Darlington
Clan Gangrel
Covenant Unaligned
Status within the City Seneschal
Age upon embrace 25
Hometown Phoenix, Arizona



Of Native American descent, Hunter stands at approximately 6 feet tall, with a strong, athletic build. Since arriving in the North East courts, he wears plain, practical clothing to avoid drawing attention to himself.

In Elysium, he will often be seen speaking to other members of his clan, standing protectively over someone, or eyeing newcomers suspiciously.


"Hunter" respects authority and values tradition. He also has a very strong protective instinct and has been seen to position himself between potential threats and the less physically able members of the court. He is making progress speaking English, although his limited command of the language sometimes means that subtlety escapes him.


Yeron Hara (Catori Yamka)
Nightwolf (Pahana Kweeuu)
Otto Thom (Muungyaw Nukpana)


At present there are no kindred in the North East that he would class as enemies, but there maye be some that he doesn't particularly like…
He didn't get on particularly well with Christian Lawrence the night he declared himself prince of Middlesbrough
Prince Nash Kincaid - a Prince?… Seriously?? Prick Kincaid more like!


  • Hunter can actually speak perfect English its the rest of us getting it wrong.
  • "Hunter" was his title, not his name.
  • Was that Hunter riding a motorbike?!…
  • He seems to be spending a lot of time with rats lately
  • His moods swings are more frequent than a junkie hooker who just broke a heel.


"If he thinks he likes animals, I will show him animal, and he will realise he does not." - Hunter on the treatment of his clanmates

"Gifts do not buy trust. Trust is earned by actions." - A profound Hunter on why it's not a good idea to try and buy off the Gangrel.


Born in 1850 in Arizona, USA, Wikvaya Qaletaqa was a member of the Hopi tribe, which had long been at war with the neighbouring Navajo Indians. Being the first born son of the chief meant that from a young age, Wikvaya had to quickly learn the art of combat and the skills of the hunt. Throughout his mortal life, Wikvaya Qaletaqa was revered as the protector and provider of his village.

Shortly after his maturity into adulthood, the tribe were approached by Mormon missionaries who sought to “enlighten” the tribespeople. Although Wikvaya wanted the best for his people, he did not agree with these Western teachings and found it very difficult to adjust to the constant changes in his way of life. At the age of 25, when the first Mormon church was built in his village, Wikvaya decided to leave his people to their new religion and forge his own way in the world.

Although he did not agree with their new way of life, Wikvaya Qaletaqa was still very fond of his kin, and although they did not know it, he was never very far away. At times he would provide for the village by hunting down prey in times of famine, at other times he would fend off would-be attackers, and for the most part, he was content to simply observe.

Whilst protecting his village from a midnight raid by the local Navajo Indians, Wikvaya sustained a fatal injury and although he managed to fend off the last attacker, he was certain that his final breath was close…

All he truly remembers was the voice that offered him salvation. Not in the way of the Mormons and their God, but in the promise of darkness, loneliness, and everlasting life.

Although he harbours no ill-feelings, since his embrace at the age of 25, Wikvaya has had little contact with the sire that saved him. For a long time, he continued his role as anonymous guardian and provider for his tribe, but over the years, the increased religious influence made it difficult for him to remain. After 30 years of silent guardianship, Wikvaya finally left the lonely desert.

The first populated place that Wikvaya came across was a place called Phoenix. Although it was very different to the life he had known, Wikvaya became used to the buildings and the noise and the people of the city. Due to his impressive hunting skills, Wikvaya quickly caught the notice of the local kindred and for the first time found himself in the company of others of his kind. He spent over 50 years in the city and due to his reputation eventually earned himself the position of Hound and the title “Hunter of Phoenix”.

Over time, tired of the noise, and the people, and the politics, he began to crave the solace of his old life. With little more than a word, Wikvaya left the city and made his way back into the wilderness. For many years, he roamed the lands, but could not get back that sense of balance that he so craved. The old ways no longer existed and Wikvaya found no peace. He travelled the country, to different continents, in search of a life he could relate to, but wherever he went he found people, and cities, and noise.

Upon reaching the small isle of Britain in the late 1900s, expecting to find a quiet place, poorly developed and reminiscent of his old village, Wikvaya realised that the life he craved no longer existed. He would never find that tranquillity that he yearned for. As the feeling of loss sunk over him, so Wikvaya Qaletaqa sunk into the earth and laid himself to rest; the only place he would find peace.

April 2010:

…The earth is different. Something is happening. Something has changed. How long have I been asleep? I have no idea. My memory is hazy… Where is the desert? I don’t know where I am. I can’t remember why I am here… Is the desert moved, or am I?…

I have to get up, explore, find out where I am. I remember the desert. I remember darkness. I remember death, and killing. I remember blood…. But I don’t remember myself! I don’t know how I came to be here. I have no idea why. I don’t even remember my name…

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