Alexis Glover | Psychic/Hunter

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✧ Sweet
✧ Nurturing
✧ Tough

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Temperamental
✦ Emotionally Guarded
✦ Naive - at least in that she has allowed her mind to be manipulated

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Parents: Craig and Jane Glover (hunters/deceased)
Siblings: no
Other Family: none that she stays in contact with
Important Others: Jaxon Creed (enemy/ex-boyfriend -unknown to her right now), Ace Houston (mentor and manipulator)
History:

Alexis was born into a family of hunters, being trained from an early age in the ways of hunting. Along with her parents, Lexi helped to take down many supernatural creatures and saved many lives in the process. To her, she wasn’t doing anything extraordinary, but just doing what she knew best. Life went on in this nature until one night, her parents went out on a hunt by themselves, because Lexi was sick. At four in the morning, Lexi was awoken to strange sounds in the house and she grabbed her knife, going downstairs to find what she thought was her mother covered in blood...blood that she was to find out later belonged to her parent’s. They had been hunting a wraith, who had taken her mother’s likeness. Lexi’s life was saved by a well placed mirror over their kitchen sink that revealed the wraith’s true form, but unfortunately, while she was able to wound the creature and get away, the creature go away as well.

Lexi spent the next couple of years trying to find the wretched creature who took everything from her. This hunt led her to the only man she’s ever loved, Jaxon Creed, who also happened to be hunting the wraith. The two worked together to bring down the creature and spent the next few years working together to hunt but also to help Jaxon gain control of his abilities. This was the man that she would do anything for, would give her life to protect...until the night that his powers took these memories away from her.

While they were working to gain control over his known abilities, it was his unknown ability of pyrokinesis that tore them apart. She remembers very little about her past, not even what truly happened to her parents, but then all she remembers is the flames whipping into her very weakened force-field before passing out.

She woke to find herself being cared for by Ace Houston, the man who would manipulate her into believing that a man named Jaxon had attacked her and killed her parents and train her in ways to gain her revenge against this man. After several years of training, Ace told her where she could find this Jaxon Creed, a man she intends to make pay for everything he stole from her.




Alias: Krysla
How did you find us?: been around awhile
Experience: lots
Other Characters: Aria Mathis, Dillon Kincaid, Angelia Marten, Kadence Jennings, Sam Winchester, Marybeth Winchester
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 unmistakable 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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