Amaya Johnson | Hunter

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✧ Soft hearted
✧Sweet
✧Kind
✧Highly intelligent

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Cold
✦overly Calculating
✦Overly commanding

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Parents: Mikael West (Deceased), Jessica Leanne West (Deceased) Adopted: Darren Johnson: Living
Siblings: None
Other Family: None
Important Others: None
History:
Born on September fifteenth, nineteen ninety to Mikael and Jessica West. As a child, Amaya had a very happy, normal childhood. Her parents had kept her in the dark about their work since day one, not wanting their baby girl to be exposed to the things that went bump in the night. It wasn't until a month after her fifth birthday that the young child would learn first hand what her parents had fought so hard to protect her from. After Amaya was sent to bed that night, her parents remained up. They talked for hours as they usually did, having not suspected that their line of work would soon come back to haunt them. At about One Thirty A.M. a Raven flew into the sliding glass door of their home, startling the couple. Mikael went to check on the noise, finding the supposedly injured bird struggling on the porch. Makael went out to check on the bird, but before he could touch it, it flew off into a nearby tree.

The struggle that followed as four beings appeared from the shadows woke the sleeping child. She would come downstairs to find a living nightmare. The young woman found her mother dead on the floor, her father barely clinging to life as a vampire drained him of life. He told her to run and she did, making it halfway up the stairs before she was caught by one of the females that had killed her parents. In a panic, Amaya screamed and cried, kicking at the woman. Her screams were what drew a nearby Hunter to her aid. The hunter that saved the little girl that night took her under his wing and adopted her. He had been a close friend of the family for a very long time as well as Mikael and Jessica's boss. He raised Amaya as his own from that night on, teaching her how to defend herself against the creatures that had killed her parents as well as the other creatures he taught her about as she grew to adulthood.

After high school, Amaya joined the army. During the six years she remained in the service of the United States Military, not only did she become an excellent combat soldier the young woman proved herself worthy with a sniper rifle as well. By the end of her six year Army career she had become a Sargent, even having been allowed to take her most favored rifle, Sally with her after she retired. At the age of twenty five, Amaya found out that her Adopted father, Darren had been diagnosed with cancer. The young woman worked harder than ever to seek out and destroy the monsters that had killed her family in hopes that she could make her Adopted father proud before his death, however fate would have other plans. During a nearly month long hunt in which it came to light that Rowyn and Roxanne, the two primary females that had been involved in her parent's death were forced to join forces with the young huntress in order to eliminate the threat that their sires, Darius and Marrow the woman would discover that her parents had been Hunters too but hunters of a different kind.

On the woman's quest to find out more about her parents, she finds herself tracking a demon that may or may not have information about why her family was working with her adopted father and not on their own. Wanting a link to her past, she finds herself waking up in the forest surrounding Zepplin City, not quite sure how she had gotten turned around or even where the demon she had been hunting went but knowing that she wanted answers and hoping that she can find them here.




Alias: Carrie
How did you find us?: Riverlily
Experience: 12 years
Other Characters: Ryoo Vanessa Chandler
RP Sample:
Amaya checked her phone again as she leaned against the trunk of a large oak. It was midnight and if the tip she had gotten was correct, her target would be leading her next victim straight past this spot within the next five minutes. She was dressed in a white tank top and faded blue skinny jeans, with classic black high top converse. She had a black sports bag on her shoulder, packed tightly with

wooden stakes. Clipped to her belt, on her left hip, was a Smith and Wesson custom governor, loaded with .9 mil hollow point bullets,though these were specially made. The tips of the bullets were filled with holy water to combat Vampires and Demons. On her right hip, she had another Smith and Wesson .9 mil, this one loaded with pure silver bullets. Beneath the high tops, strapped to her right ankle was a hunting knife, specially made with a pure silver blade. On her left ankle, she had a third, albeit much smaller gun that she had loaded with blessed silver bullets.

Amaya was a lethal weapon in and of herself as well. Her extensive training in various forms of Martial arts and self defense, along with the combination of her inhuman speed, the ability to see as well in the dark as she could during the day and her superior hearing made the young woman an absolute powerhouse and the pride of The Vampire and Demon Watch Association. At exactly twelve o'five a young couple walked down the concrete footpath, talking quietly among themselves. The woman was gorgeous. She had pale skin, offset by waist length auburn hair and gentle milk chocolate eyes. She was dressed in a cashmire sweater, the V-neck subtly hinting at the lace brazier beneath that seemed to lift the woman's bosom into perfectly rounded mounds.

Her legs were covered by name brand, dark wash jeans that hugged the athletic curve and made her well rounded butt more pronounced. The male, on the other hand was plainer, his dull gray eyes were nearly overshadowed by his dirty blonde, Brad Pitt hairstyle and deeply tanned skin. He was wearing light wash jeans and a black button up that seemed to be a little too tight across the chest. As clear as it was that the two did not belong together, they both seemed relatively happy. The male seemed rather nervous, however. As if he knew that scoring with the woman on his arm should be next to impossible for someone like him. Amaya watched as the couple passed her, neither seeming to notice she was even there so she took to closing them, keeping a fair distance behind. The two walked for quite a while, apparently looking for a more secluded part of the park.

Finally, they stopped under a cluster of trees and sat down. The female seemed to change almost instantly. As soon as she sat down with him, she was practically all over him, allowing him to touch, feel and eventually pull her into the grass along side him as they teased each other. Amaya watched from the shadows, her cool blue eyes resembling ice as she waited. She was bound by some laws, if she didn't see the attack, or the aftermath at least, she couldn't defend the innocent. The woman was so focused on her prey, she didn't notice Amaya, or the fact that there was another vampire in the area. She had allowed the man time enough to feel her up but she couldn't suppress her hunger anymore, not with his pulse thrumming so eagerly beneath her fingertips. Had the man been paying attention, he would have realized that her canines had elongated even as she pressed her lips to his neck. The only thing he heard was a whispered take me...from his companion. He groaned and started to remove her clothes, not wanting to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. He didn't realize that in the next moment, as a sense of such euphoria flooded his mind, causing him to think that they had been at it for hours, the woman's fangs had breached the tender flesh of his neck and she had begun her nightly feast.

Amaya watched with slight disgust as the scent of fresh blood filled her senses. This was the moment she had been anticipating the whole time. As soon as the woman slipped her needle like fangs into his neck, Amaya was moving, using the shadows as cover. Before the woman could even remove a pint, she had a stake pulled from her belt, the silent blur of motion barely visible. She drove the wooden point through the woman's chest from behind, forcing the vampire to release her victim seconds before turning to ash, the slight breeze catching some of it while the rest fell to the ground. The male was clearly in shock. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. One minute he was in the middle of having a very illicit fling with possibly the hottest woman he had ever seen and the next, there was a pretty blonde kneeling over him, pressing gauze to his neck and pulling out her phone. "W-Who are you? ... Wh-where's Gina?"

Amaya rolled her eyes lightly as the male she just saved seemed to come out of his daze. This was always the hardest part, trying to keep the victim calm and explain why she had just driven a wooden stake through someone. Granted, everyone was different, she could only hope his reaction wasn't violent. "Me? I'm Amaya. Your little friend Gina is ash, trust me,it's better that way. She was a vampire, and from the looks of it... She was out to kill. Hey, Will. Get me a clean up at Saint Valencia's park. I got a Vic too. Male, probably late thirtys. Yea, in the back where we found the others. No, just give me an ETA."The male watched Amaya as she spoke. At first, he thought the platnium blonde kneeling next to him was nuts. Gina, a fucking vampire? They didn't even exist! Though as soon as he started to get up, he felt dizzy and realized that she was still holding the guaze to his neck because he'd been bitten. As she hung up the phone, he managed to get a better look at her. Amaya was more than just pretty. The young woman's gentle, heart shaped facial features were perfectly framed by soft locks of pure, platinum blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulder blades. Her clothes were rather plain but they hugged her curves perfectly. As he met her gaze he realized that he had never seen a shade of blue that was so clear, not to mention so cold. Her eyes looked like glacier ice, both in the soft shade of light blue and the absolute lack of emotion. He barely noticed the fact that she was armed to the teeth. "You... What are you? I mean, are you an angel?"Amaya looked at the male and laughed. She wasn't expecting to be mistaken for an Angel, especially when she was quite the opposite. Her own father called her a hell-spawn most of the time, but she figured the poor guy had just lost more blood than she'd initially thought. "No Sir, I am not an Angel... Not quite a Demon either."

The man looked so confused, and rightly so. Amaya's response was cryptic at best but he didn't get the chance to question herfurther. Another male and two females, all dressed in jeans andt-shirts walked up to them. One of the women, a cute red head wearing a Nirvana tank top took Amaya's spot and looked at the wound on his neck as Amaya stepped away to talk to the male. The third woman walked over to the pile of ash and swept it up into some kind of urn.

Will let his eyes wander over Amaya slowly as he pulled her off to the side. She looked unharmed, which wasn't much of a surprise but he was more interested in going out with her then finding out the little details of what had gone on here. "You're looking good tonight, as usual, Mai. Is this your last gig for tonight, babe? I was thinking about grabbing something to eat,maybe a beer or two... And I thought maybe you'd come with me?"Amaya looked over Will idly. She swore the man tended forget how old she was, and the fact that she was completely uninterested in him, despite his playboy charm and young Gerard Butler looks. It seemed he'd gone all out tonight, though. He was wearing a light blue polo and dark wash jeans with a pair of black dress shoes. As he moved closer, she got a hint of his cologne. Marc Fare. Expensive, and she couldn't deny when credit was due... It smelled good on him, but she still held no interest toward him.

"Will, how many times must I tell you, I'm not interested.... Not only that, I'm only seventeen. Also, even if I were of legal drinking age, I wouldn't go out with you. I don't date co-workers and I certainly will not become another notch on your belt."Will heard the other two women snicker and shot them a glare. It was true, he did have a reputation among the women in the Association as being a total player, but he just couldn't find a woman who kept him interested. He had, in truth, thought Amaya was older, but to no fault of his own. Darren had set her up in her own apartment, helped her get a car and made sure she could live a relatively independent life. She always seemed older, more mature than her actual age.

"You need to relax a bit, Mai! Come off that pedistool daddy has you on and Live! So, we forgo the alcohol and get something to eat, get to know each other more..."Amaya rolled her eyes lightly and shook her head. She knew exactly how to live, and it most certainly did not include 'getting to know' Will, or any other men for that matter. She turned, her job done for the night and started to walk away, Will would never understand why she constantly refused him. Despite the age difference, her focus was on her work. She would find the vampires that had killed her biological parents and kill them, even if it meant going out with them. "A good book, warm bubble bath and soft music is all I need to relax Will. My pedistool has nothing to do with Darren either, as a matter of fact, I'm not even on one. My job, no my mission in life is to find the monsters that murdered my parents and destroy them. Now, if you are done, I have homework to do."




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