Name: Lars Eckhart
Gender: Male
Age: 53, born in July 1959
Division: 5, I guess
Appearance: Stuck at 6-ish feet for quite a while now, Lars assumes the form of a lean and toned body which seems to carry almost a negative amount of girth. His hair has passed the stage of "deep hazel" and is now slowly having its color sucked out, beginning at the edges of Lars' hair and making a gradual advance. His light brown eyes, conversely, haven't aged in thirty years, remaining a motionless storm among the sky of a face razed by both time and the demonic in equal measure.
Gear: Nothing too unique. He wears tasteful yet plain clothing when operating in civilian sectors, and he generally suits up with a lighter-than-average suit of body armor to bridge the gap between mobility and protection.
Magic: Also simple; Lars projects magic out from his body at any point of contact with the magic dissolving into the air soon after. However, the magic can be indefinitely maintained and freely morphed as long as it is in contact with Lars, which is useful for fine dextrous actions, like tying knots with a single hand or picking locks. In combat, Lars molds it around his right arm/wrist like a foil and uses it to facilitate fencing, with the style modified somewhat to fit urban combat against the demonic.
Personality: A cynic in both meanings of the word, Lars has adopted a rather spartan lifestyle during his career as a hunter. He is generally quick to see and point out the flaws in something, deriding it mercilessly even if it is the best option or example. He's more than a little sadistic and hates demons as much, if not more than, the next guy. He carries a great interest in ancient religions and philosophies, and is quite fond of poetry and classical literature. He seems to enjoy deliberately placing others before himself, even when the opposite is more appropriate. As an interpretation his aforementioned worldview, he places individual effort and strength as rather important trait for people to have, so he will often "assist" them with it, depriving them of aid if it means that they will become stronger for it.
Bio: Lars' mother was a recent German immigrant to the United States named Helen, and his father, named Arthur, was also of German descent, although his family had been in the US for several generations. When summing up Lars' family and childhood in a single word, it would be "normal". His parents got along perfectly fine, and while there was a comfortable inflow of money, it still had to be managed with a certain frugality. Lars was the only child of his parents, and he always made sure to be a good one. He was respectful and usually obedient, as well as being quiet and not very assertive.
He sailed his ship through the seas of life in a largely passive way, working until he got comfortable and his feet propped up, then generally choosing to stop there and enjoy what view here was. The first major "change" in Lars' life blindsided him after a few successful years of college. He and his friends decided to go on a trip around India over the summer. They had saved up a pile of cash over the past few years, and they wanted to do something special together before they parted ways. Skipping ahead a few weeks, after all of the planning, organizing, scheduling, and other general bookwork, Lars went ahead of the rest of the group and arrived a few days early in an attempt to secure things for everybody else. However, his plans changed a bit when a massive storm rolled in over the region, effectively stopping all air traffic and making traveling the roads only slightly more viable. Shortly after, demons began to pop out of the woodwork. Shortly after that, weapon-toting humans arrived on the scene, and a series of firefights congealed into a full-on battle. Lars ran for his life like any rational person, and subsequently stumbled into and was rescued by a man named Arthur Kent. Arthur was at the time a freelancing mercenary who made his fortune soldering against the demonic for others, and selling parts of demons to shady alchemists and the like when nobody was hiring him. He introduced Lars to the world of the demonic, taught him how to survive, and instructed him on preventing others from doing the same. Lars decided to stay with Arthur for the time being, partially because he couldn't go anywhere without being chewed on by demons, but also because the two had become friends since their acquaintances had been made.
The campaign in Northern India had lasted for about three months, and towards the end of that time organized reinforcements for the humans arrived and began to push forwards in a professional and lethal manner. Since his sudden baptism into the world of demonic conflict, Lars had become surprisingly competent under the tutorage of Arthur, and it seemed that his potential knew little boundaries. The pair had joined up with the larger body in charge of the war and they both now saw how their efforts were paying off on the grander scale. Arthur and Lars were split among two teams for the upcoming and presumably final battle, with Arthur and Co. heading in first to prepare the way for six other groups, Lars leading one. Arthur was successful in his objective, and the other teams were able to enter the demon compound. Lars' team was doing a room-by-room sweep of the area, attempting to fully behead the opposition to cleanly and quickly end the war. On the last stretch, however, Lars broke down an anticipatory door, eager to fix all life inside. He found life, certainly, but it was neither the kind he was expecting nor the kind he wanted to see. He found Arthur lying on an operating table with a stumpy little demon shuffling busily in the background. Arthur was strapped down and mutilated. The man had no skin and no eyes, but he was still visibly breathing and living because of the damnable skill of his savage mortician. I'll cut out the more heinous details but Lars' reaction was ... violent. Nobody else in that room survived, and Lars was changed after what happened to his mentor.
In the events following India, Lars decided to continue a career in demon hunting, because it was the best job he was properly trained for and as a away to honor Arthur. Lars has been a demon hunter for several decades, and he assumes that he'll be one until the day he dies. One small but surely irrelevant side story: In the 90's when Lars' career was arguably at its high point, the man actually managed to develop a life outside of hunting, but this was primarily related to his decision to stick with mostly local jobs in the Arizona area. He met a woman named Cynthia Erro during that time period, and the two maintained relatively stable contact (given Lars' occupation) for quite a while, although the state of their relationship fluctuated quite a bit. One day they were passionately in love, and the next they were nothing less than reliable friends. Once they even tried to kill each other for reasons I doubt I'm allowed to share here. After roughly seven years of these shenanigans, Lars took Cynthia to one of the local parks on a date. What happened next has yet to be recorded, but the couple was found by the police a few hours later, with Cynthia dead and Lars unconscious, and evidence of demonic wounds on the both of them. Lars refuses to discuss what happened that night, but it is safe to say that since that night, his hatred for the inhuman has burned even brighter.
He was contacted by SLICE to join in the grandiose founding, but he was commissioned soon beforehand to carry out a mission which left him delayed more than he expected to be, and thus hasn't really had a chance to meet any of his new co-workers.