Real Name: Darren "Ox" Monroe
Known Aliases: Harley Stone, & Dr. Woodbury
Hair: Bald,(but mustache and eyebrows are black)
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 274lbs.
Occupation: Former Demon Hunter/Bodyguard
Marital Status: Hearthed
Family: None
First Appearance: Pilot episode 1:1
"They nearly beat me to death, they did far worse to my gang, my family. Sometimes at night when I'm lying alone, I can hear them screaming, begging, praying that god, or their mommy or daddy would save them. That they would come and make the monsters go away, like when you were young and scared. But neither god, mom or dad came and the monsters didn't leave. I had pissed off this gang of demons real good, I gave them everything I had, hurt one of them so they had fun with me. After a while, the piteous sounds of screaming, begging and pleading was drowned out by the sounds of bones breaking, grinding together and my flesh ripping. My last memory, clear memory anyway, was a feeling of floating above and thinking I was dying and seeing the monsters stare up at me I wondered how they could see my soul floating above them."
"I woke in a small trailer, on a bed and being cared for by an old Indian man, a Navajo medicine man or shaman. He never said how I got there, he just said I was where I needed to be, whatever the hell that meant, and with that explanation he went about nursing me back to health. He helped me re-learn everything, because the damage I had sustained, my muscles and bones had to put themselves back together. He made me work out, not that I needed much encourgement, to make me strong again and train for something. Once I was healed, he sent me on a vision quest, which required a small room to sweat in and drugs...well natural ones to be sure...but drugs are drugs no matter where you get them."
"I re-lived my entire life on that quest, all of it...the good, the bad, but the clearest of it all was that night at the roadhouse. I watched it happen like a spectator or a movie watcher, it all happened and I watched it all with vivid details of horror that I could do nothing about. All the things they did to my friends, my family...eating them, violating them, hurting them I got to watch it all and hear them screaming and pleading. Then I saw what had been done to me, I hadn't hurt one of them...I'd killed one of them, and they took it personal. So they beat me, repeatedly till I was broken more ways than I could imagine and then they crucified me to an old phone pole with barbed wire. I understood the memory I had then, I wasn't floating, I had been hung up like a plaque on a wall...I was to be a warning."
"All I wanted after that was revenge, I wanted to find them and make them pay, make them suffer and make an example out of them. The old medicine man, Silver Eagle, tried to disuade me from revenge, saying' Revenge was a short road to nowhere, which I didn't understand then nor care to. But he never really tried to talk me out of it, he did try to stop me, to make me understand that the Great Spirit had a path for me, but I cursed his great spirit and him and left. With a load of guilt and shame I wasn't man enough to face, I buried it and became vengeance."
"I set out on the road, to pick up the trail of a gang of bike riding demons, which wasn't as difficult as it sounded really. One just has to know where to look of course, but I had to be cautious, while I no longer was the criminal I once was, I was a wanted man. So I had to skirt the law whenever possible, and somehow track down and kill a half dozen plus demons. But somehow I managed it, it took me the better part of a year and a half, nearly killed me more than once, and nearly got my ass in lock-up more times than that. But I got them, I got them all eventually, which should have been the end of it. Yessir, I could just go back to my....there was the problem. I had nothing to go back to, but the real nag...the part that bit me in the ass the hardest was that I knew. "And then I understood what the old man had been trying to tell me, I couldn't go back because I couldn't un-know what I knew. That knowledge had burdened me with something. Responsibility, not because I'm a good man, or a righteous man or because I'm pure of heart, just that I knew and I was human. And people like me are rare, and are the only ones capable of protecting mankind, because people like me got nothing to lose. So I took up that responsibility, almost five years ago now and I've been hunting them ever since. I'm not a hero, I'm still wanted by the law for several different things, including murder, and I'll always be a biker. But more than that, I'm a demon hunter and I've still got alot of them to go."
