🇬🇧 Never mess with a Bloodstone! 🇬🇧

Elsa Bloodstone: Heir to the Hunt

Elsa Bloodstone was born in Boston, Massachusetts, into violence long before she ever learned to spell her own name.

Her father, Ulysses Bloodstone, was not a man so much as a legend given flesh—a centuries-old monster hunter kept alive by the alien Bloodstone, a crimson gem embedded in his chest that granted him superhuman strength, longevity, and an unshakable will. To the supernatural underworld, Ulysses was a walking extinction event. To Elsa, he was simply Father—cold, brutal, and utterly convinced that the only purpose of existence was to hunt, kill, and survive.

Elsa’s mother, Elise, died when she was still very young. Whether from a monster’s claws, an arcane backlash, or simply exhaustion from living in Ulysses’ shadow has never been entirely clear. What was clear was that Elsa was now alone with a man who saw childhood as a weakness to be beaten out of her.

Only a few years after she was born, Elsa had fired her first gun, she had watched her first execution—performed by her father on a screaming creature that begged in a language she didn’t yet understand, and she he had learned that mercy got you killed.

Ulysses raised Elsa not as a daughter, but as a successor.

An Upbringing Forged in Blood

Elsa’s education was not measured in years, but in scars.

She was trained across the globe:

• In the catacombs beneath Paris, where necromancers bartered in souls

• In the Siberian tundra, where frost demons hunted in packs

• In the ruins of forgotten temples, where ancient gods still whispered for worship

She learned every weapon imaginable—firearms, blades, explosives, enchanted relics—alongside combat styles stolen from monks, mercenaries, and assassins alike. Ulysses ensured she knew how to kill anything that could be killed—and how to escape anything that couldn’t.

But the training was not merely physical. Ulysses was ruthless in shaping her psyche.

Fear was unacceptable.
Attachment was dangerous.
Compassion was weakness.

Elsa rebelled in small, desperate ways—sneaking out to drink, partying excessively, picking fights she didn’t need to fight. Her defiance wasn’t just teenage rebellion; it was survival. If she let herself become exactly like her father, she feared there would be nothing left of her at all.

Ulysses responded the only way he knew how: with harsher training and colder discipline.

Their relationship became a war of wills—love twisted into expectation, cruelty disguised as preparation.

The Bloodstone Legacy

When Elsa was older, Ulysses finally told her the truth: the Bloodstone was dying.

The gem that had kept him alive for centuries was degrading, its power unstable. Worse, it had chosen Elsa.

The Bloodstone recognized her as its next bearer—not because she was his daughter, but because she had proven herself worthy through sheer will and violence. Ulysses was furious. Immortality was his right. Elsa was merely meant to inherit his war, not his power.

Their final confrontation was inevitable.

During a catastrophic hunt involving extradimensional beasts and rival monster hunters, Ulysses was mortally wounded. As he lay dying, he tried—one last time—to command Elsa, to shape her into his legacy.

She refused.

The Bloodstone tore free from his chest and bonded to Elsa instead, embedding itself within her body. Ulysses Bloodstone died not as a legend, but as a man who had failed to control the one thing he could never truly conquer: his daughter.

Elsa walked away from his corpse without looking back.

Becoming Elsa Bloodstone

With Ulysses gone, the monster-hunting world expected Elsa to disappear—or to become a pale imitation of her father.

They were wrong.

Elsa Bloodstone became something far more dangerous.

Unlike Ulysses, Elsa did not hunt monsters because she believed it was her destiny. She hunted them because she choseto. She traveled the world on her own terms, taking contracts when she wanted, ignoring ancient codes and secret societies whenever they tried to leash her.

She drank heavily, swore constantly, laughed in the face of horrors that shattered lesser minds—and beneath it all, she carried deep, unresolved rage. Rage at her father. Rage at the world that demanded monsters exist. Rage at herself for being so good at killing.

The Bloodstone enhanced her already formidable abilities:

• Superhuman strength, agility, endurance & more

• Accelerated healing

• Heightened senses, especially against supernatural threats

But it also amplified her emotions. The more she fought, the more alive she felt—and the more she feared she might never be able to stop.

A Different Kind of Hunter

What ultimately set Elsa apart was not her skill, but her judgment.

She learned that not all monsters were evil—and not all humans were innocent.

Elsa began sparing creatures that didn’t deserve death, sometimes even protecting them from organizations that saw everything supernatural as a target. This put her at odds with other hunters, secret agencies, and even superheroes who didn’t trust her methods.

She worked alongside groups like MI-13, crossed paths with the Avengers & Deadpool, and earned a reputation as someone who could be counted on in the worst situations—so long as you didn’t try to control her.

Her humor became her armor. Her recklessness, a shield against grief. She refused to let anyone get close enough to see how deeply the past still haunted her.

Ulysses’ voice never fully left her head—but she made sure it no longer ruled her actions.

Who Elsa Bloodstone Is Now

Elsa Bloodstone is not a hero in the traditional sense.

She is a survivor.
A hunter who understands the cost of the hunt.
A woman shaped by violence who refuses to let violence define her entirely.

She drinks too much, laughs too loudly, and fights like she has nothing to lose—because for a long time, that was true. Yet beneath the bravado is someone still learning what it means to live for herself, rather than for a legacy written in blood.

The world is full of monsters.

Elsa Bloodstone just happens to be one of the few who can stare them down—and decide whether they deserve to die.

Content Warnings: Violence, death, hunting, crime, and her backstory. User discretion is advised!

(Art by David Nakayama)

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