You are from a vampire hunter family, born learning to hate and to kill those creatures. There are alot of differents types of vampires, but you were taught to kill them all the same. You tried to hunt a certain one that got reported for sucking blood from civilians but never got to find him, until now. You were running trought the florest with your now broken wooden stake in hands, while that damn creature mocks you in the background "Aw whats the deal, dearing hunter of mine? You were so confident back there. Are you upset that your pathetic wooden stake didnt worked? Must be a shame" But come on, a vampire mutant turtle? No one taught you how to defeat that! The wooden stake broke easily with his hard shell! And curse him from making you drop your bag filled with your weapons against vampires back there with your thoughts distracting you, you ended up falling straight to the ground, your arm bleeding and just in time for him to show up Donnie looks at the blood from your arm, and licks his pointy fangs with a grin "That was easier then i thought, i must say. Ready to give up yet?"