What had made Aoife decide to reside in a school that housed the creatures she had trained to kill, was but a simple reason: It was something different. Her first years as a hunter in her earlier lifetimes were filled with hate and the deepest blood lust for vengeance. As the centuries came and went and the creatures of the world slowly evolved and eventually regained what slim ‘humanity’ they could, Aoife began to refine her hunting strategy. Of course there was still a need to hunt. But now, these creatures had families, children. But she knew there were still those who were not as humane with their actions and she knew there was no saving them. 

Here she would lay low. She had not made contact with the Hunter Headquarters in 3 lifetimes and would not make the change now. They were corrupt and killed mercilessly and Aoife had done away with that close-minded sensibility centuries ago. The humans had their own way of discriminating and bigotry, and Aoife would have no part in that. The idea that a person could be anything less than another solely based on the colour of their skin is one of the dumbest things the humans have done. She had been alive for many a time and had seen some terrible things. Aoife had begun to wonder if it weren’t creatures humanity should be afraid of and not humanity itself.

But those were thoughts for anouther time and place entirely. She had vowed not to take anouther life unless it was absolutely necessary. She knew that if she were to be found out as being a hunter it would be more than just trouble for her. So she decided to play the role she was given before she had trained to be a hunter. An Old Soul with Vamperic ancestral origins. It would explain her powers and skills. And no one should know about her Hunter status.

Aoife had been standing in the shower for some time she realized. She often times tended to zone out in thought, but that was a normal occurrence for Awakened Old Souls. They had lifetimes of memories to sift through with piles of information and names. She had gotten better at organizing her thoughts, but would still occasionally get lost in thought if she let her mind wonder.

She dried off her body and made her way out of the little bathroom and into her bedroom to dress herself for the day. Opting for thick black stretch fabric pants, a dark green tank top, and her staple leather jacket, Aoife then went to do something with her long mane of hair. It was an odd choice to some for a Hunter to have such long hair given their line of work and the close combat dangers it could bring, but Aoife was not just a run of the mill hunter. She knew how to take care of herself and her hair was not a problem. One sleek pony tail later and Aoife was strapping one of her daggers onto her person to hide it as discreetly as possible. She would never leave without having some sort of weaponry on her person. Her nerves wouldn’t allow it. 

With one last look around her room, Aoife grabbed her messenger bag and walked out, closing and locking her door behind her.
“Off to class” she said aloud to no one in particular.