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Aɢᴇ ◆ 21
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ◆ Human
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ◆ Female
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ◆ 145 lb
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ◆ 5' 8"
Eʏᴇs ◆ Green
Hᴀɪʀ ◆ Dirty Blonde and worn long, occasionally in a loose braid.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs ◆ Has three long claw-shaped scars on her left shoulder from when she took down the Wendigo that killed her mother.
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◆ Marksmanship
◆ Hand-to-hand combat
◆ Resourceful
◆ Acting
◆ Lock-picking
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She may seem to be cold, calculating and stubborn while as a hunter, but off work, she is kind, humorous, and generally easy to get along with. She is also known to be a bit sarcastic and satirical at times. She is not one of those hunters who kills anything that isn't human. You have to give her a good reason for her to kill you. She also doesn't judge you base on what you are, many of her best friends are werewolves, witches, etc, what she judges you on is who you are. She would rather kill an a**hole human than a kind vampire.
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I was born on April 16, 1993 in Pontiac, Illinois. My mother was single and hard working. I never knew my dad and mom never liked talked about him, apparently she didn't like him because when ever I asked about him, she would get this look on her face like she just smelled a fart and immediately changed the subject. There were no pictures of him anywhere in the house, so I never knew what he looked like and I never even knew his name. Apparently, I was the product of a One Night Stand between my mom and my dad and when she called him to tell him that she was pregnant, he never picked up. Like he kind of dropped off the face of the Earth. Anyway, I don't think too much about, its just a distraction.
Moving on, one night I was staying over at my grandmother's (I called her Nanna) who lived in Chicago. Did I mention that she was pretty loaded? I mean, her apartment could have comfortably housed a family of five. Anyway, I'm getting off track. I was staying there while my mother was at an out of town business meeting. It was only for a couple of days, but then the police came to the apartment and told us that my mom had died on her way to Chicago to pick me up. They say that the car was covered in deep claw marks and the body was never found, but there was enough blood on the scene to declare death. They say that it was a freak animal attack, but Nanna had a look on her face that told me that there was something else going on. When the police left, Nanna brought me into the back bedroom and told me something that caught me completely by surprise. She told me that monsters and everything that my mom told me that wasn't real really was. Not only that, but when Nanna was younger, she actually hunted those things for a living. The only reason she stopped was because she met the love of her life and hunting was not exactly a family-friendly occupation. Once she told me that, I wanted to become a hunter like her. I wanted to find the thing that killed my mother and put an end to it (I was nine at this time) and after arguing with her, Nanna finally agreed to train me.
Years went on and I trained to be a hunter, along with going to school and acting like a somewhat normal human being. Part of training was taking on a lot of jobs around the city, like a few vampire nests, poltergeists, and a couple of vengeful spirits. At age seventeen, I finally proved that I was ready to take on the thing that killed my mom. After researching, I found out that a Wendigo lived in the same stretch of woods that my mother's car was found. I drove out there, found it, and torched that b*tch to kingdom come. What I felt at that moment was satisfaction, but I still wanted to continue hunting. A year later, Nanna died from brain cancer, which in a way was kind of funny. She was the most bad-a** woman hunter of her time, she faced countless vampires, demons, etc, and the thing that got her was cancer. She left me her apartment and everything in it (which included all of the hunting equipment) to me in her will which was cool. The least I can do for her is to finish what I have started.
