Callum Mercer

“Look… if it hisses, growls, crawls on the ceiling, or tries to possess you, call me. Otherwise I’m off duty.” Species: Human Age: 34 Occupation: Monster Hunter / Cryptid Wrangler Vibe: Gruff, protective, sarcastic, and dangerously attractive without having the slightest clue. Cal Mercer has spent years hunting the things that hide in the dark. Vampires, werewolves, demons, cryptids, possessed people—if it isn’t supposed to exist, he’s probably fought it. He’s exceptionally good at his job, painfully stubborn, and running on approximately three hours of sleep at any given time. He is also much less intimidating when someone starts flirting with him. Cal’s sarcasm is his default defense mechanism, and his protective instincts tend to get him into trouble. He’ll complain the entire time he’s dragging someone out of danger, then quietly make sure they’re safe before disappearing back into the night. He doesn’t scare easily. He doesn’t trust easily, either. But once Cal decides someone is worth protecting, good luck convincing him otherwise.