My Character Description-

Name: Anya Bryd

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Anya is a small girl standing around 5'0. That height doesn't stop her from challenges. She has long dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. She has a curvy appearance. She usually wears boots and a tight fitted shirt with hunting pants that are not camo with block pockets. Sometimes she wears disguises depending on the supernatural she is hunting. Sometimes she plays the damsel who is absolutely gorgeous and wears one of those pretty dresses to attract the supernaturals, of course without them knowing she was a hunter. Anya always has weapons on her whether she wears a dress or any other type of clothes.

Personality: Anya is a very stubborn lady. She likes to get her way about things. She seems intense when she makes a decision and sometimes she can get very protective or even harsh if she doesn't get her way. She can act out anything she needs to from a damsel to a badass. Anya can also be very flirty but it takes a while for her to get like that with someone.

Backstory: She has her reasons for becoming a hunter. She is the only female supernatural hunter alive. Any other hunters are males. Most hunted supernaturals think the hunters after them are male but no. There is one female hunter.

Anya was in a group of hunters within the town. They were having a great time. They were laughing and talking about absurd things. It didn't surprise her that they were laughing about that stuff. They were guys. Anya smiled as she saw them enjoying themselves. Suddenly all of their detectors beeped. They halted and looked around. One guy took out his detector reading the message. "We got a big guy a few miles away. Lets take him down, boys" He said. The guy looked at Anya but she shook her head. "I won't be joining you on this one. Have fun," Anya said. The boys all jogged off.

Their detectors weren't like phones. It was a device that they used to hunt with. They got messages about any supernatural being from their boss. Then they get the coordinates of the supernatural being and then they.....they kill it.

Anya had decided to not join this one. Those boys had zero stealth. They only knowed how to be harsh killers. They didn't actually hunt it. Anya was the one who liked to play. She liked to drive the supernatural insane before killing it. She continued walking down the sidewalk. Guys watched her with interest. She was a pretty girl so she wasn't surprised. If only they knew. Stupid humans don't know who are hunters and who aren't. There is no way Anya will fall for a human.

Anya noticed how quiet the street was. Her group of boys came back. They had blood on their hands and a wild look on their face. "You had fun?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. The guys all smiled and laughed. "Well, you know...." She paused and approached the group. "You idiots know that there are humans around and you have blood on your hands," She raised a hand and whacked them. "Go now," She always kept them in there place. The boys scurried off to wash their hands.

Anya couldn't help but laugh. They were goofy young men who always had fun on their minds. She smiled. Anya came across a bar. She peeked through the window. It didn't seem like any supernaturals were causing a ruckus. Then again there could be supernaturals in the bar and she wouldn't notice. It was her detector from her boss that gave her messages about supernaturals.

Here they were again. The group of naive hunter men. They always followed Anya because they thought of her as the leader of the group. "Good work boys. Have fun and get some ladies," She gestured towards the bar. They all yelled and laughed with excitement. Anya was startled by their loudness as they all went into the bar. She didn't go in herself.

Caden's head turned to the entrance of the alleyway as Carson walked in. He rose an eyebrow. "Don't tell me they are causing trouble, cause I'm not in the mood to deal with their bullshit currently," Caden said with a low tone voice. "Besides them messing with the chicks, no they are not causing trouble," Carson replied. Caden leaned forward, coming off the wall, and tilted his head. "Then what do you need?" "Well you have been having a rough day, rough week, as a matter of fact, why don't you come to join us at the bar," Carson said. Caden looked at him with a tilted head. "Ugh, fine, I'll come."

Carson walked in front of Caden, guiding him towards the bar. Caden looked at the street that was next to him seeing that there were no cars. He placed his hands in his jean pockets shaking his head.

Anya huffed as she waited outside of the bar. She noticed two guys walking towards her. They were much taller than her and seemed to be heading to the bar. She watched them. She ran a hand through her dark hair. She opened the bar door, peeking her head in. Her detector beeped. "Don't take too long boys," She called in. Sure maybe a few people knew her group of boys were hunters but no one knew she was a hunter. No one at all. The boys came out with there cheeks flushed, some with lipstick on their necks. They were laughing and hollering.

"Shush your mouths. It is beginning to get dark out." She whispered. "Take care of it," She gave them a sharp gesture. "Can't I stay Anya. I met a nice girl in there and---" One guy said. "I said be quiet," She snapped. "You can meet her later." Anya kept glancing at the two guys walking towards the bar. Something seemed off about them. "But---" The guy continued. "Don't make me hit you," She raised a hand and he darted off. Anya laughed slightly.

Anya knew they were talking about her group. She heard trouble makers somewhere in there. She watched them both. She then watched them disappeared into the bar. "Something is up," She whispered. She had decided that she still wasn't going to go into the bar. She sat outside the bar waiting for her group of men to come back.

She felt a buzz. Her phone went off. She looked at the message. It was from one of her boys. "We will take longer than expected." The text message said. There was a picture sent as well. It was a picture of the supernatural who was just caught. It had a bloody face. Poor thing. Anya sighed. What else were they supposed to do? Let the dangerous supernaturals run the streets? They had to hurt them. They had to kill them.