Myka Schade | Hunter

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✧ Intelligent
✧ Skilled
✧ Loyal

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Stubborn
✦ Hot Tempered
✦ Isolated

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Parents: Levi and Martha Schade (dead)
Siblings: Three sisters, four brothers all deceased when she was eight thanks to a nest of vamps.
Other Family: Ron Walther - Guardian. He was the hunter that found her after the vamps killed her family, took her in and rasied her as his own, as a hunter. He is who she thinks of as a father.
Important Others: Various contacts she has met over the years in the hunting community.
History: For the first eight years of her life things were normal. She was the youngest of four children in a happy family. Her mother stayed at home and raised the kids while her father was an investment banker. They had family dinners, school, ballet practice, Temple, etc. It was the American Dream. They lived in a big house in a nice neighborhood and had all the latest toys and gadgets. But the summer of her eighth year things changed. Everything changed. They were on a camping trip in the Catskills.

The first few days were fun; identifying plants and trees and seeing wildlife that they didn't get to see in the suburbs. They went fishing and grilled the fish over the campfire. But the third night things changed. People came to their campsite and at first they seemed alright if a little scary looking in their denim and leather jackets. But within fifteen minutes there were screams that filled the air. She saw her family torn apart and murdered. She tried to hide in the tent under a sleeping bag but they found her. She heard one of them say they wanted a child and this was the only way they could have one. There was some argument outside the tent and she remained quiet as a mouse. It didn't matter though because in seconds the tent was ripped in two and the man and woman were standing over her. They had blood all over their faces and sharp teeth showed on the male.

He snagged her up and no matter how much she thrashed and twisted and hit and clawed he never dropped her but he did growl at her. The woman seemed entertained by her behavior and laughed with delight. They took her back to the house by the lake where they kept her for three days. She was shackled to a bed by the ankle in a room with toys and dolls and all things girlish. There were photos there of the family that had lived there before. Her room was the only one that had a window that wasn't boarded up. For three days and nights she refused to eat or speak. They tried to force her and the cuteness of having a child seemed to be wearing off for the woman. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the bodies of her family and in a bout of terror and sorrow she curled up in the middle of the bed and didn't move.

The fourth day brought something different. She heard the ruckus outside and the shouting. There was something different about it. Things crashed and walls were thumped. When it all went quiet her door opened and with the sunlight streaming in on her she saw the man in the doorway holding the bow pulled tight and ready to let the arrow fly. He hesitated as he looked at her and saw her gauntness and the sunlight on her red hair and pale skin. She was dirty and starved and had tear streaks on her cheeks but it was clear that she was not a vampire.

The man took her with him. Explained he was a good guy, "more or less" - as he said it, a phrase that has stuck with her. She didn't speak for a long time still. She was too traumatized. Knowing her family was dead and knowing what would happen to the kid if she went back to her normal life: she'd end up in the system, probably in a nuthatch or on a stripper pole or worse, the hunter took her with him. She reminded him of the daughter he once had. And so her new life began.

Over the next few months he finally coaxed her into speaking. It was the chocolate bars he'd bring her. He would go out and disappear for long periods of time as they traveled around but he always brought her back a chocolate bar each time. Eventually she began to linger as he worked on his old Dodge Charger and he'd subtly get her to help by handing her this or that to hold and eventually it made her curious. It wasn't the life she had known. It wasn't perfect. But it became a comfortable routine.

Over time he taught her things like how to fix a car, how to use a gun and a bow and a knife and the proper care for each. He taught her how to defend herself in hand to hand tussles as well. He taught her about monsters when she began to ask about them. She'd already been exposed to the horrors and ugliness so Ron thought she had the right to know the truth and to know how to protect herself. Especially when he was out on hunts.

There were times when he would drop her off at a fellow hunter's scrap yard when he would go on particularly dangerous hunts that he might not come back from, Bobby Singer. It was here that it was first discovered that her and kitchens were a bad mix when she nearly burned down Bobby's kitchen trying to make a grilled cheese sandwich. It just seemed the weirdest things would happen when she was in the kitchen, like she was jinxed.

Over the years she became his research girl. She would pour over books and then websites once she got her first computer. She learned everything she could in school and applied it to their life when she could. She was always better at shop class than home ec but where she really shined was in computer lab. She took to it like a duck to water. Everything about computers just seemed to fit together in her mind like a jigsaw puzzle snapping into place.

Despite being a good student where the work was concerned she had disciplinary issues. While it was common sport to pick on the new kid in school they weren't ready when the mousey little redhead took on the biggest bullies and set them on their asses. Fighting was typically frowned upon by the school administrators. Her smart assed comments and come backs to them were even more frowned upon.

But where Ron really began to get grey hairs was when puberty kicked in and caught up to her. A late bloomer, it was in high school's later years that the boys teased her less and hit on her more. He chased off more than one from the various motels they would stay at in their travels. She and Ron would yell and argue with one another but eventually they forgave each other. She knew it was just Ron and her against the world. She met various other hunters over the years in her guardian's work. She'd assist with research and of course pout when they wouldn't let her come along on the hunts.

She tried to defy him once and that was when her fear of clowns came along. They were in Eastern Utah investigating a report of a monster eating Ute tribes persons. She defied them and went after the creature herself. It turned out to be a Siat, a cannibalistic clown monster. Of course she found out too late as she'd been strung up in a cave to be saved for a later feast.

By luck alone Ron had found her notes from her research and he and the hunter that was with him found her in time and killed the monster with the help of the charm the Ute medicine man had given them. After that he never had to fight with her to stay at the motel.

She provided them with fake IDs and other hunters as well. She tracked patterns and leads and eventually graduated high school. She never went to college though. She kept in touch with Bobby and another older generation hunter, Rufus Turner, but never hung around long. Over the years she'd come to think of Ron as her father. He was the only family she had. He was patient with her and had his own way of getting her to do what was right and best for her.

Things were great until a few years ago when he went out on a hunt and never came back. She waited for days. Days turned into weeks. She tracked his cellphone and found his body. It took her a long time but she was able to build a pyre for him and send him off in traditional hunter's fashion, burning his body to prevent him becoming a ghost or rising again as a monster. Heart broken she has wandered a while, here and there, taking on odd jobs as a mechanic or helping other hunters.

She has found herself back in Arizona and remembered a place they used to go. A hunter's bar called The Reaper's Sigh. The hunters that came in would need someone in the know to help them out. She she packed up the Charger and headed to Willow Valley to look for a job, and also a cover working as a bartender in exchange for a place to stay in the rooms they rented out upstairs from the bar.




Alias: Myks
How did you find us?: Hellhound invited
Experience: Couple decades at least
Other Characters: Nope. Not yet
RP Sample: Imagine her surprise when she was pulling up to the motel to get cleaned up and a nap after a long night and morning on the road only to see an all too familiar 67 Impala turning out of it down the road a little ways. As it passed her there was no mistake who it was in the driver's seat. He wasn't looking her way though as they passed , glancing down. Probably changing the tape in the tape deck knowing him. She grinned a little and pulled into the motel parking lot, glancing over the doors to the rooms to try to figure out which one was his.

Spotting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the handle of the door furthest from the office and closest to the ice machine she knew that had to be his. The curtains were drawn tight as well. Parking around the corner from it she approached the door, avoiding the window and listened as she stood there, waiting to see if she heard any noise or movement in the room before pulling out her lock picks and in a few moments she was in the room, looking around at it from the doorway as she closed the door behind her carefully.

Of course she took a while to snoop through the books and papers he had spread out on the bed that was actually made up. The one he'd slept in was still rumpled and unkempt from where he'd slept in it. Knowing him it was only for a few hours. Filing away the info on the case he was working she noticed it was the same thing she'd gotten a tip about and grinned.

Well as long as they were hunting the same monster there was no reason not to set up camp, right?

Kicking off her boots she dropped them by the bed and shed the rest of her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom, holding onto her gun as she opened the door to the bathroom. Clicking on the light and looking around, she grabbed two of the clean towels and the toiletries pack on the sink. She need a shower like the desert needed rain.

The gun was sat down on the back of the toilet so that it would be in easy reach should she need it. Being paranoid was just a hunter thing or maybe it was just something that she had picked up from Ron. God knows he was paranoid enough, like most of the old hunters. Of course that paranoia was what allowed them to grow old in the first place.

Once the water was hot she stepped in the shower and let out a sigh letting the steamy, soothing water soak her and penetrate deep into her aching bones and joints. There were bruises here and there on her body, a particularly nasty set of them across her left ribcage. She didn't even know how long she had been in there, soaping up her hair and singing to herself as she did. She didn't hear the door to the motel room open or the click of the gun getting cocked just inside the bathroom door. But she did hear the curtain ripped back , opening her eyes and getting shampoo in them. "Dammit.. son of a ...", she sputtered as she tilted her head back to rinse the soap from her face and hair.

"Dammit Dean!"



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