Alyssa Daron | Witch/Hunter

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✧ Intelligent - Alyssa seems to have quite a knack for numbers, phone numbers, dates, room numbers, anything involving numbers.
✧ Loyal - She's extremely loyal to her friends and family
✧ Caring - Alyssa is fairly easy to talk to and her small stature and looks makes people seem at ease around her as they don't seem to see her as much of a threat (after all it's not like she has a sign on her forehead that says WITCH!)


Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Her temper - no explanation needed here...
✦ Makes assumptions quickly - Jumping to conclusions without listening to the full story
✦ Impulsive - Finding herself in a tight situation, she seems to have a knack for finding trouble.

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Parents: Philip and Anne Carlisle (both deceased)
Siblings: none
Other Family: Grandmother who raised her (deceased), Meg Donovan (cousin), Chris Donovan (cousin)
Important Others: @jd (husband and hunting partner)
History:

Alyssa's life seemed fairly dull and common at first, being raised on a horse ranch, she was a normal, happy child, at least she thought she was normal. She is an only child and her parents doted on her, giving her pretty much anything her heart desired. Things went on fairly uneventfully until she was five, when her world came crashing down one night. In the middle of the night, her mother snatched her out of her bed and locked her in her closet. Her mother had yelled for her to be quiet as a mouse and so she did not do anything for an hour until the pitch blackness started to make her panic. Not knowing what to do, her panic escalated until the door to the closet flew off the hinges creating a loud commotion.

The rest of what happened was a blur, all she remembers is her grandmother coming to get her and leaving her house to live with her grandmother. It was fairly soon afterward that Alyssa found out the truth, or at least most of it.

Her mother and her grandmother were witches, potion making, hex dealing witches, not only that but her grandmother had formed her own coven. As she would learn later, this forming came at a terrible cost, in order to gain power, Alyssa's grandmother made a deal with a demon. A deal that cost her parents their lives.

As she grew, Alyssa was trained in how to control her powers and how to cast spells, brew potions, what ingredients to use in hex bags to get the best results. Throughout the years, hunters came to visit and ask for her grandmother’s help, most coming and going without much thought from Alyssa. Though one in particular caught her attention when she was 13. A hunter by the name of Tom Daron paid a visit, now this was not that unusual, he had visited before, but always alone, never with his son, Jake.

Jake was what any 13 year old girl would dream of, handsome, rugged, slightly dangerous (ok maybe more than slightly), and he was old enough to drive. Alyssa was hit hard by this crush and she rather annoyingly stalked the poor guy. Of course, it quickly became apparent that he wanted nothing to do with her, which was for the best as the Darons left as quickly as they had shown up.

It would be several years before she would see him again, years of training and honing her skills, years in which her grandmother had frantically tried to teach her everything she knew as her health spiraled downhill.

When Jake showed up on her doorstep again, it was just the two of them. After hearing his story, Alyssa knew she had to help, they had both lost parents from supernatural attacks.


It took quite some time for them to track down the witch who had murdered his parents, and with the help of a rare magic artifact that Alyssa had obtained from her cousin Meg, they took away the bitch's magical ability. The artifact was no longer usable after that, and to this day they aren't sure of the price that was paid to obtain it, but Jake had finally gotten his revenge. He and Alyssa went to a local bar to celebrate.

The celebration took an awkward turn when Jake, seemingly out of nowhere, got down on his knees and proposed to her with a key ring. Suspecting that he was drunk and just messing with her, because up to this point he had only ever treated her as an annoying little sister type, Alyssa slapped him. He had joked in the past, but this one seemed unnecessarily cruel. It took lots and lots and lots of begging, but she finally realized he was serious and agreed to marry him.

Jake and Alyssa were married just over six years ago and have continued their work together as a hunting duo.






Alias: Krysla
How did you find us?: umm originally Jen brought me here.
Experience: Lots
Other Characters: Marybeth Winchester, Aria Mathis, JT Marx, Laurana Bradbury
RP Sample:
If this were a different night, different situation and a different person, Alyssa might have found the way the moon shone down to be quite beautiful, but the only good thing that came out of it tonight was it effectively eliminated the need for flashlights. Her shaky right hand held a gun loaded with silver bullets as she walked swiftly down the street, Jake in her peripheral vision, the pair would have appeared as mirror images if not for obvious reasons. Her boots barely made a sound as they approached the entrance to an alley, Alyssa looking over at Jake as if to say “This one?”

A slight nod was all the answer she got as she slowed down, watching as Jake crossed the street towards her, both of their eyes darting around alert and cautious. Alyssa followed behind her partner, making sure to shoot glances behind them, not knowing if their prey would attack from behind or not. This wasn’t an easy job for her, in her mind this was an innocent boy who didn’t ask for this disease nor was even aware that he had it and yet she knew that he wouldn’t see another sunrise.

A shiver ran down her spine as the breeze picked up slightly, leaves rustling past them along with the faintest hint of wet dog. Her blonde ponytail whipped against her cheek as she turned around, the sight greeting her had her locked with fear, “Jake….behind us.” Now they had nowhere to go, the alley ended in a dead end behind them and in front of them was their intended prey. This definitely was not going as she had expected.

It was hard to find that sympathy she had felt earlier when she was face to face with the beast and found herself being thrown to the ground, her body instinctively rolling away quickly as her gun flew out of her hands. As Alyssa looked up, she saw Jake aim his gun at the beast and squeeze the trigger, only to hear him say something about, “Piece of shit gun.” The only thought she had at that moment was that if she didn’t do something, one of two things was going to happen, Jake was going to get hurt or worse he would die, neither of which she was willing to allow.

Alyssa got to her knees quickly, she knew this would be weaker than she was able to do but it would buy them a little bit of time. She could feel energy pulsing through her as she focused on the werewolf, watching as he flew back away from Jake and into the middle of the street. That was not going to hold him off for long, she thought as she ran to grab her gun and yelled at Jake, “Come on, let’s finish this.” Tossing her gun his way, he was the better shot after all.

Her head felt slightly dizzy from using her powers and from the slight aching she suspected she’d hit it on the ground as well, but she’d worry about that later, right now Alyssa had all her energy focused on two things, the werewolf that was coming back and Jake who was walking towards the beast leaving more distance between the pair than she liked.

As if sensing an opening, the werewolf crouched down low before springing into the air, landing in the space between the two hunters, with all of his focus on the blonde. Oh dear lord, Jake, don’t miss this, Alyssa pleaded silently as she braced herself, her green eyes trying not to look into the beast’s, afraid she’d find the boy inside. Her arms came up to shield her face as she heard the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot ring through the empty silence. The only sound to be heard was a plopping sound as the werewolf hit the pavement, a hole through it’s brain.

She lowered her arms to see Jake smiling as he walked back towards her, looking down periodically at his kill. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Alyssa smirked back, “Who was worried?” She reached up to smooth back an errant piece of hair only to find something gooey sticking to her fingers, “Oh come on…Seriously…Why am I always the one who ends up with the nasty evil things brains in my hair?” Alyssa could have sworn that she heard laughter as she bent down to pick up the jammed gun and then stalked off towards the car.




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