"One does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted...If one were to present the sportsman with the death of the animal as a gift he would refuse it. What he is after is having to win it, to conquer the surly brute through his own effort and skill with all the extras that this carries with it: the immersion in the countryside, the healthfulness of the exercise, the distraction from his job."
Jose Ortega y Gasset, Meditations on Hunting
Spanish philosopher & politician (1883 - 1955)
Hitherto the publication of this journal, the entries therein are to be considered the personal logs of one Vikander Foxley, known by the operative Callsign: Kestrel.
My name is Vikander Elias Foxley, and I kill monsters. a profile has been requested by the [REDACTED] in the case of my death so the following is considered my current status. I was born on a compound buried deep in the forests of southern England. There I training to carry on a legacy of slayers as old as humanity itself. My life there was a daily gauntlet consisting of intense physical training, marksmanship courses and history lessons. We learned that the world was infested by terrifying beasts and monsters hiding beneath the surface of modern civilization, silently preying on humanity in the darkest corners of the land. I am a soldier of no remark but I carry out my tasks with efficiency and vigor. As a graduate of the [REDACTED] Program I specialize in hunting beasts in the Canis Versipellis family, or colloquially known as Werewolves and their packs both turned and common wolf variants. My tools of choice are the Winchester Model 70 hunting rifle with specialized .308 caliber 140 grain split-point bullets. Fortunately, given our current situation, I can utilize common household tools to manufacture similar ammunition to the factory-milled standard. I am a qualified tracker and survival specialist as well as being certified in covert information acquisition and local diplomacy.
My current mission brought me to the South Zagorian coast before the so-named apocalypse two years ago, and I have been operating here ever since. F.S. [REDACTED] informed me it would be a safe-house establishment request but that went south a week in. The corpses interfered with my objective in the beginning but I have studied their patterns and created a file dedicated to their physiology and annihilation. Frustratingly enough, I have yet to meet a scientist with enough skill to discern the nature of the infection and it's source. Nonetheless, they are easy enough to handle in singles, but three or more and it becomes dangerous.
(The larger portion of this section has been water damaged. It has been transcribed to our fullest ability to preserve the intentions of the author.)
It has been six months since my last entry. The safe house has been installed within a warehouse in [REDACTED]. The combination for the entry locks is [REDACTED]. I have also installed -- --- -- - - ----------- - - - - - - In th-- to allow you to climb up on top of the roof somewhat safely. --- -- -- - is nearby and we regularly visit it, as the villa-- ---- - -- - - --- canteens. I have returned to my journal now that I have achieved relative safety, so I will periodically be ------- addendums to the profile as events transpire. ------ - -- -------------------- ---------------------- -- - ----------- - - - - - -- - --- - ------------ - - ------------ -- - - ------------------- - -- --------------
People who posture and brag
People who talk with their gun before their mouth
Those who have no respect for nature.
Nuts (Almonds, Cashews, etc..)
Peace and Quiet
Kind and giving folk
Fishing is his favorite
Is prone to distrusting strangers
Reacts poorly to force
Feels overly-responsible for his friends well-being.