Victoria Johnson | Hunter

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✧Kind
✧Loyal
✧Mature
✧Moral

Negatives:
✦Too mature sometimes
✦Follows the laws without any hesitation
✦Gets too wrapped in her work

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Parents: Angel Johnson - Mother. Unknown father
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Jackson Johnson - Uncle
Important Others: All IHA members
History: 
When Victoria was born, her mother was thrilled. She never got to know anything about her father, though her uncle made it very clear her mother did love him. He remained a mystery her whole life because neither Jack or Angie would give her the information she wanted. Deciding to distract her from her questions, the pair began to teach her about supernatural things, training her at a young age how to handle creatures and keep herself safe. Victoria found a profound love of the supernatural, enthralled with her mother's stories. 

When she was old enough, she was formally brought into the IHA with others her age. Her mother was never more proud of her. As she trained and hunted, she grew more and more skilled with weaponry. She preferred pistols and swords by far, having a fondness of her uncle's pistol that was handed down to her. The swords, however, were simply because she spent a lot of time watching others use blades. 

Unfortunately, her joy within IHA didn't last long. While on a mission, she and a few others were hunting a creature. She got so in the zone of work that when Veronica and Nikki Smiles were before her, it took her a second too late to see Nikki's badge as she fired, aiming for Veronica, thinking her to be the creature they were hunting. When Nikki fell dead, Victoria's blood ran cold and guilt hit her like a steam train. The moments after were a blur, but she was certain had the others not been there, she'd have been killed by the furious Veronica.

When the council held a trial, Veronica was chomping at the bit for her to get her punishment. And, really, Victoria was welcoming it. However, they ruled it as accidental as she wasn't intentionally trying to kill Nikki. She got off lucky but she didn't agree with the council's decision. Veronica seemed to agree because she threw her badge at them and disappeared. Although her mother and uncle had her back, Victoria felt there was more she could have done to owe up to her mistake.

Instead of an actual punishment, she simply began to work harder. She stopped being carefree and began to follow the rules and codes to the letter. She was always quick to flash her badge and ask questions before shooting, as was protocol. And she never attacked any creature without doing extensive research, even if it sounded like something simple. She threw herself into hunting, determined to never let something like that happen again. And when it came to volunteers to go back in time to find and halt the rift, she was quick to finish her current work and get in line to go, determined not to let her mother die if she had any control over it.




Alias: Angel
How did you find us?: Revan
Experience: 12~ years
Other Characters: Angel Johnson Jackson Johnson Erika West Diana Harris Xander Nelson
RP Sample: 
The Beginning...

Angie swept back her hair from her eyes, putting a strand behind her ear as she glanced at the map she held on the steering wheel. From her research- and digging through her grandfather's things most of the summer- she was close. The witch she was after was only a few miles away at this point. Apparently she opted to live on a farm house, away from any unsuspecting humans who would stumble over her. And anyone who was stupid enough would never be found again. After all, a thousand things could happen out in the middle of nowhere. A frown creased her lips at that. Everything was just too perfectly set up. She wouldn't be surprised if the witch answered looking like an old woman. It would be a sick sense of irony that made her stomach flip. Humor in the moment was lost to her.

Turning the black truck down the gravel road towards a distant farmhouse, Angie quickly put the map on the passenger seat. It was only a mile away, but it felt like a lifetime. With her pistol hidden inside of the jacket she wore, she quickly adjusted her hair and her appearance to look like that of a ditzy college student who had lost their way. It was the only way she'd be able to get through the door. Inhaling for a moment, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum to chew on, snapping and popping it to get in the feel of it.

Moments later, she parked her truck beside an older car in the driveway. Apparently brooms are out of style still. she thought sourly. The farmhouse was brightly colored with a wraparound porch. It looked like a grandmother's house with the lawn ornaments and everything. Tricky witch. She moved out of the truck and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell before looking around, feigning interest. In all reality, she was looking for any exterior telltale signs of witchcraft. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But inside would tell her different. A moment later, an older woman answered the door curiously, smiling a bit, clearly surprised. "Hi. Sorry to be a bother, but my truck is completely out of gas and my cell is out of service. Can I borrow your phone to call a tow truck?" The older woman nodded and allowed her in. The gun in her pocket felt heavy. At least with it being a farm house, no one would know what happened. Taking her first step into the house, Angie knew that there was no more going back after this. It was just the beginning.



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