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"A Transient night school teacher in the Kabukicho district of Shinjuku, whose students consist mostly of nocturnal ogres with a taste for the trendy night life Tokyo's pleasure quarter is known to provide. Generally very serious and straightforward, with no known skeletons in his closet and thus nothing much to grab his precocious young students' attention, resulting in him becoming the butt of many a joke. As it happens, though, there is more to him than meets the eye: before his summoning to Tokyo, he was celebrated as a hero in the counter-terrorist unit he worked for back in his home land. Specifically, he was a vampire hunter, as he himself is a vampire, and is thus the most obvious choice to infiltrate others of his kind. Vampires, to him, are creatures who invade the bloodstream of their victims, eating away at their minds and consequently eroding the entire foundation of society itself. They must be stopped! Yet despite how decorated his tenure as a vampire hunter had become, he refuses to talk about it now, regarding those days with derision and regarding his past self as little more than an assassin in nobler clothes. Now, rather than hunt his own kind, he's chosen to exchange gunpowder for chalk and teach wayward youths so they can become productive members of society and ultimately avoid such a grisly fate. Should his school ever be taken over by terrorists, however, he'll trade right back in an instant and show his former colors without restraint, as nothing is more important to him now than the lives of his students. His Role does guarantee him an arch-rival he must contend with, though, in the form of whosoever may bear an amniotic Sacred Artifact like his own."
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