Angel Johnson | Hunter

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✧Golden heart - Angie cares about everyone and is very willing to take a bullet for the innocent.

✧Perceptive - She may not have any special powers, but she is very quick to see the small things others over look, such as fluctuating tone of voice or the brief flicker of an eye movement so signify someone is lying.

✧Quick-thinker - She's very used to having to think fast and on her toes so she's very efficient in any situation



Negatives:

✦Hard-headed - Angie is painfully stubborn, to the point of rebuking anything and to even cease listening when feeling bull-headed enough

✦Offish personality - She keeps people at arms' length to protect herself, which also keeps people from getting too close to her, despite her desire to have that human connection

✦Too vocal - Her mouth often overrides her ass and, on occasion, has lead her to a pretty painful result.



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Parents: Brenda Rose (O'Neil) Johnson - Mother, deceased; Sgt. Stanley James Johnson - Father, alive, retired. 

Siblings: Jackson Huston Johnson, age seventeen, alive

Other Family: Various aunts and uncles and cousins, all of whom she has lost contact with

Important Others: Rebecca "Becky" Arnold- Best friend since 6th grade, age twenty-seven, History teacher at the same school Angie teaches at

History: Angie was born a few years after her parents got married. They were living at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas when they found out they were pregnant. Her mother was a local elementary school teacher and her father was slowly climbing the ranks, being a career man. Her whole childhood was surrounded by the military and things her father would teach her. She fired her first gun when she was seven years old. Three years later, her parents settled in Chicago, Illinois and announced that she was going to have a younger brother. 

Once Jackson was born, her father was promoted finally to Sergeant. Six years passed uneventfully before Angie got a fateful call that would seal her fate and her future. Her mother died under "mysterious causes" while the kids were in school and her father was back in San Antonio for some further training. Angie sent her brother home with her grandmother and went home to speak to the cops who arrived on the scene. Her aunt- her mother's elder sister- was going over to have a lunch date with her mother and found her dead in the living room. Something was off about the whole situation. Her mother had no previous issue with her health but it looked like she had aged tremendously, for every organ had began to stop working. She then began to dig deeper. Always having been curious and open-minded, she sought out help from the internet to find out what had happened. To her dismay, the only thing that added up was that it was a witch. 

Years began to fly past and Angie grew more and more enthralled with the supernatural. When she wasn't studying in college to become an English major, she was researching everything she could find online and in her college library. Soon, after enough digging, she found out that her mother and grandfather were hunters when her mother was younger. As such, they apparently had made some enemies. Unfortunately, one enemy found her mother and had cursed her, leaving her dead without any real cause that a normal doctor could see. Her brother and father remained in Chicago while she took a "road trip", disguising her actual hunt of her mother's murderer with a stereotypical college coed summer fling. It was difficult and she didn't come out unscathed, but she found a new love of ridding the world of vile creatures who harmed the innocent. And just like that, she began her journey as a hunter by night and an English teacher by day.









Alias: Just call me Angel

How did you find us?: By the amazing Revan <3

Experience: Been actively roleplaying in various forums for at least 10 years now.

Other Characters: N/A

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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