We Are Blood Hunter

Lady Mercy, my rogue blood hunter

Apsat, Tortle Blood Hunter and Rin - Tiefling Archfey Warlock.

Memoir of Brother Samhail

"The training is taking its toll, my sanity hangs by a thread, but this was only day one… how much longer does this last…?" ~ Smahail Y328 3E

Among the Silverbloods that undergo the rigorous training, there are some the establish their abilities to be greater. These Silverbloods go through further specialised training becoming A Primal. A Silverblood that is able to tap into their monstrous side even more, offering extreme strength but their life span is shortened.

On top of this, they must toe a very fine line between heir Silverblood duties and the monstrous nature that builds within them. While normal Silverbloods exist as a pacifying force to help keep the peace and protect civillians, Primals are built to be weapons for fighting the strongest and most dangerous of animals.

So, this guy is partly based on the Enhanced from the movie 'Origin; Spirits of the Past' and this particular character is basically a side character built to be like a stand-in for Geralt.

Anyone that has played a Blood Hunter before, what was it like and what are some tips/combos? :D

an updated look for evie—cut her hair shorter, magic tattoo to bump her int, and special armour! idk what it is about long coats but they really have blood hunter vibes

Hmm. Alright. Less visual aesthetics because that's a lot of potential subclasses to mix, and more of a general feel that can be applied in many directions.

Paladin/Artificer: A rare sight but not unheard of. Often the apprentices of smiths who felt the call in their hearts to apply their craft to greater purpose. Wherever they reside becomes the beating heart of it, a great forge of creative energies. Stained glass illuminates a workshop where every tool is venerated, with the heart of it a figure with hands always covered in soot, burn scars, and a zealous desire to understand Creation down to its atomic structure, and become its ultimate extension in crafting its great purpose.

Paladin/Barbarian: Primal zeal directed with a purity none other can match. It's not their armor or weapons that makes people step back when they meet these figures, but the conviction that bleeds from their eyes like undying stars. Likely as to inspire as terrify, these are the worldbreakers, the forever unsatisfied with the reality of what is, to the potential of what could be, and neither fiend or fortress can match that before breaking.

Paladin/Bard: Those who understand the divine purpose of stories, content with the knowledge that everything is part of a greater narrative, all of us chapters in the great retelling of the struggle of life. Like the fire in the winter night, they tell the tales that are forever told to teach people to rise and have hope in every cycle of light and dark, until their great study of eschatology comes to a close, and the final chapter written for the soul of life, only debating on who writes the epilogue.

Paladin/Blood Hunter: Of these assorted fellows, perhaps the least changed from either dedicated craft. Passionate conviction tempered by observation and research leading to a more mature version of either, diminishing nothing. Blood and zeal remain regardless, and whether with the hunter's patience or crusaders conviction, the enemy is brought down, and the hunt begins again.

Paladin/Cleric: To accept yourself as the sword arm of the gods is to forever be the part that interacts with the world. For no sword is held forever, and the hand that cuts can also craft. Good works and good news brought together, and faith becomes truly perfect in the form of this figure, an extension of divine will.

Paladin/Druid: Nature is the great survivor, the maker, and destroyer. To understand nature is to banish the delusion that you ever truly are separate, that all that lives and grows ultimately connects, and the most unholy and self destructive acts are those who try to cleave it from themselves, enforcing a shared damnation. Thus, these warriors, loyal to all those who live, eyes wild and wise in equal turn, provide surgical incisions so the greater body thrives.

Paladin/Fighter: There are those who have fought for a long time, and those who know that they will always walk the sword path. For some, that is enough, but others seek a purpose and a hope that in the end it will mean something. In the end, martial skill in a world needing warriors will only provide so much. In the end, they fight the hardest to finally no longer be needed.

Paladin/Monk: What is the body? Ultimately a conduit for the soul, and this student of two tradition of martial beliefs understands that more than most. Those who observe them see their flesh only as the barest outline of crude matter to the luminous being all too ready to shed it, their light always blazing from their palms as it reaches to an equally radiant universe.

Paladin/Ranger: Not all those who wander are lost, and these wanderers, seekers, and travelers all, follow only the path to where they are needed. Speaking the tongues of men and beast, these ambassadors of the divide, these unseen kings of the wild. When they finally find their home, there will be no place safer and whole.

Paladin/Rogue: The brightest light ignites in the deepest shadows. These firestarters know that well, clad in darkness they wait to ignite in. Some detractors say their faith is weak, that they are too quick to bend. They merely answer that only means they will never break. For any of who have had the honor to see their true faces know they may have the strongest faith of all.

Paladin/Sorcerer: There are those content with the warmth of the flame, and there are those only content with being the flame themselves. Those who ignite their sorcerous blood this way may well warm the world with the ardor of their faith, or burn it to ash. Either way, the flame will not be content until it ignites on both ends.

Paladin/Warlock: There are those who seek answers in the higher and lower mysteries, and make pacts with those who can provide the answers or at least open the door for them. Always solitary, their quiet eyes with hungry sheen, going to places of dread and taboo, confident their faith will protect even as they seek beyond comfort. They become shadows that produce their own light even as they hunger for more.

As the banshee screeches from the next room, the dwarven woman runs a hand along a sharp blade installed on the front of her shield. She peeks around the corner, and grins as she hurls the shield, a smoke of shadow following behind the weapon as it flies. The screaming halts with a pulse, and as she steps slowly into the room, her shield returns to its location on her back, still dripping with her own blood and shadow.

my tiefling bloodhunter, Dexter.

Teased this a while back but I decided to create a D&D alternative to an older OC, Valkari (which a few of you guessed!), but under a different moniker. So this is Euphie Marlowe, an Aasimar Blood Hunter (though I may decide she’s multiclassed into Warlock)

While she is a Blood Hunter, I did discard a lot of the fluff sort of built into the class (forgive me Mercer). In order to work with her story its leans a bit more in a Warlock direction, especially with the Patron aspect, and is probably why she’ll end up multiclassed

Also a little exploration I did when thinking about aasimar traits and considering a more “Biblically accurate” approach. Decided against it due to how complicated it made the design but I have some ideas of how to incorporate it in other ways

There many who live by the sword. But what of those that live by the shield? Guardians and protectors, living bastions that defend their allies against all foes and threats. When the world threatens to overtake them, they stand firm and they. Do. Not. Move. They are….. Stalwart Defenders.