Shikaru

Feud of Families

Anya scoffed in surprise and disgust, clearly this woman didn't know who she was dealing with, the...'position' she held. Oooh, this would be fuun. "YOU remove ME?" Anya shouted, laughing loudly. "Just cus I'm the shortest person in the room doesn't mean you can scare me you know!" She walked closer, if at all possible, looking up at Ember. "I can also assure you, I haven't murdered any of your flea ridden kind in at-least a century. Buut if it's humans you're counting..wellll...it's been two hours." Anya shrugged.

"Could you pleaase leave before I have to get violent Ms. Mutt?" Anya spoke, looking up at her with a fake smile. Jeanette then came over, and Anya liked what she was hearing. "Oooooh, a declaration of war? Does this mean I can get all stabby with 'em? Pleeeeaaassee. I'll save some hide for you, I've been wanting a pair of fur boots." She turned, facing Jeanette, bouncing up and down giggling. She then looked over her shoulder towards Jonathan "What about you Jonny! Wanna new hat? I'll cut it perfectly just for you!" She called out before resuming her attention on Ember and Einar.

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@Lady Amalthea Kay, will do.

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@Lady Amalthea OH. Yea. Of course. Almost forgot. I dislike vampires that cant go out in the sun and what not.

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@Lady Amalthea Yea. In the appearance section I put a textual description of what her clothes are, I figured it wouldn't be allowed so ye.
Personally going to go with a weakness to silver and decapatation = ded. If she needs further weaknesses, let me know.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

Name: Anya Sandrow

Age: Looks 13, is really 200.

Gender: Female(Duh)

Species: Vampire

Daily Clothing: As seen in the above picture, she also wears combat boots.

Weapon: Anya has two daggers made out of a iron/silver alloy, both hidden. One in her boot and one in a holster under her shirt that rests in the middle of her chest. She tends to only wield one at a time, rarely does she use both or have to use both.

Equipment: Anya has a small leather satchel she usually carries on her right shoulder containing a flask of holy water, some paper, and a flask of rum mixed with blood.

Extra Clothing: She has an exact replica of her outfit in case it gets damaged. She also has a light pink hoodie for when it gets cold.

Elementals: Healing Elemental, Lust Elemental.

Abilities: Anya has the ability to heal her wounds much like any vampire, drink blood get healed. The more blood, the faster she heals. Anya also has vampiric charm, wherein she can get almost anyone to do just about anything. The more blood she has or the weaker the mind she's dealing with, the more successful her charm is.

Bio: Anya was a normal girl growing up, went to a nice school and had plenty of friends. 'Course, things were a lot different back then, vampires however never really change. She was abducted late one night while she was walking home from a friends house, by what she never fully knew until after it was over.

She was nearly drained and left on the brink of death in an alleyway, luckily she was found by a police offer and rushed to a hospital. She recovered fully, and at a surprisingly fast rate. It wasn't until a few weeks after she got home did..things..begin to happen.

She slaughtered her parents in a rage of blood-lust, terrified at what she'd done and what would happen if anyone found out, she ran away. She lived in the streets, using the occasional passerby and homeless person as a food source, traveling from city to city.

A little over a hundred years passed, and she eventually joined Demon Hunter: Chicago. She regretted what she had did to her parents, everyone else..not so much. She joined so she could help cut back on the murders and such, as well as kill other vampires that decided they didn't like the concept of being stealthy in their killing.

In reality, she joined because the other supernaturals were giving her kind a bad name, and some in a very obvious way.

Personality: Straight up yandere and sadistic, generally carefree and happy as well. Needless to say, she's a bit odd.

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Can you guys imagine how seriously hilarious it would be if you saw Anya's short ass threatning Einar irl? I did, I laughed, a lot.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

@xxrhoo Why thanks :D. I've been using her in pretty much every RP I've joined lately to some degree or another, she's a new character so I'm trying to work her personality out over multiple RP's and settings. Glad you liked it. Excited to get started on this RP too.

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Name: Anya Sandrow

Race: Vampire

Apparent Age: 13

Actual Age: 200...ish..she lost count around then.

Gender: Female(Duh)

Appearance: The above picture is reference to her hair/facial features.

This picture(Thanks to Guilty Spark) is her clothes: In addition to the picture she wears leather boots and leather finger-less gloves that have thick metal plates on the knuckles. For punchin', of course.

Profession: Assassin/Thief.

Possessions: She has a dagger hidden in her left boot, a gold heart shaped necklace that hangs around her neck, and a 16 inch longsword she keeps in a sheathe on her back. She also has a coin purse full of a number of coins, ranging from bronze to gold attached by a string to her right wrist.

Skills/Magic/Talents: Anya is an expert assassin, her skills honed ever since she was turned so long ago. She prefers stealth above all when on a mission. She is stronger as well as faster than humans and some of the other mythical races as well. She also seems to have picked up some form of a 'charm' ability, wherein with enough convincing(which usually isn't much) she can trick and deceive almost anyone into doing almost anything she wants, which includes luring them into a trap to easily kill them.

Demeanor: It depends, really. When on a mission she's as serious as can be and prefers stealth above anything. Outside of work, she is a completely different person. Happy, care-free, completely random and slightly sadistic. She's generally nice to friends and nice when you get to know her.

History: Anya was turned, and rather violently, over 200 years ago. She was walking home and it was late at night, working on a farm the house was rather far from the field she usually played in. She doesn't remember much of that night, nor much of what happened. She only remembers waking up in her bed the next day feeling...strange, changed. She continued her daily life for the next few weeks, trying to suppress a new found urge she didn't know how to fix.

Another week passed, and then it happened. She slaughtered her parents, draining them completely of blood and massacring them. She was horrified, yet, strangely happy. She felt great, REALLY great. Especially now that the burning at left the back of her throat. She fled her house, however, taking what little money her family had and running as fast as possible. She knew that she'd be hanged, burned, or worse for what she did if it was ever found out.

She wandered from city to city, village to village, stealing and killing before moving on. A hundred years passed, and she'd amassed a small fortune for herself. She also found out that she had quite the knack for killing and stealing, and decided to make a job out of it. She offered her 'services' to others, who gladly accepted. The work paid well and she enjoyed doing it.

Another hundred years passed, cue present time. She was one of the few mythical who remembered her past and reveled in it, down to each tiny little detail. She of course, never gave up her job despite having enough money to retire a long, long time ago. It was just to much fun.

Flaws: Weak to silver, decapitation will kill her. In light of that, she's a daywalker.

Feud of Families

Let the bar fight commence.

Feud of Families

Anya turned, staring directly at Vladimir. 'So that's what that smell was.' she thought to herself. She really didn't associate with werewolves much, much less werewolf hybrids, so she had an even harder time figuring out just what he was. "I'll handle this.." she spoke, chuckling lowly. She was about to speak further, but as soon as she began Einar and Ember entered the bar like it was their house, like they were actually welcome here. She emitted a low growl, which in reality didn't sound threatening at all and sounded more like an angry Chihuahua. First, she turned to address Vladimir "You heard Jon, shoo Mr. Mutt. Before I get really angry." She spoke, her voice full of nothing but pure hate, and her facial expression looking like she was ready to kill every single person in the room that she didn't particularly like. And then Ember threatened them all, and that tore it. She didn't draw her weapon, not yet. She knew she wasn't allowed to kill members of the other families unless they directly posed a threat to herself or other Capers, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to beat them up or yell at them.

Anya practically ran to reach her, she didn't really care if Einar was beside her or not, he wasn't the one making the threats for once. "Listen lady, we didn't kill the rest of your mutt friends. I would know if we did, and we didn't. Where do you get off barging in here acting like you own the place, ruining our air with your wet dog smell HMM?" Anya practically yelled at her, she was really pissed off. Even though she had just done the same minus the smell a bit ago, that was beside the point, her family actually did own the bar. "And THEN you threaten us like you actually EXPECT us to care enough to bother to interfere with your 'investigation'. Hmph. As far as I'm concerned, both of you can leave RIGHT NOW. Orrr, I can toss you out, possibly in more than one piece."

Anya paused momentarily, glaring between the two. "Your choice.". Anya was fully prepared to fight both if not all three of the people she'd most likely just pissed off, Einar and the mysterious man were the only ones she didn't feel fully confident in being able to win against. Not because they were taller, being shorter actually had it's advantages in fights, but because they both seemed older, even older than she was. And age generally meant power in the realm of the supernatural.

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