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Description
Five foot three, with fair blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail most of the time. Generally wears biker leathers and steel-toed boots.
Personality
Rude, blunt, and quite badass.
Equipment
A black Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle.
Two daggers hidden up her sleeves - one gold (for werewolves) the other silver (For just about everything else.
History
Learned the hunter lifestyle from her mother and uncle. She is unaware that her cousin is a werewolf.
Myra White killed the engine on her bike, dismounting and sauntering her way in to the bar, a motorcycle helmet in the crook of her arm.
Myra White knocked in to Tanto as she entered the bar, like a pro.
Myra White "Yes, I'm okay." the short woman said, still standing - she had barely noticed the vague thumping of their arms. "I didn't hit you that hard."
Myra White "Gee." the hunter said dryly. "Lucky me."
Myra White snorted as she followed Gerald in to the bar. "Man, you sound awkward."
Myra White narrowed her eyes. "I do not," she retorted, a bike helmet held in the crook of her arm.
Myra White shook her head. "I don't. Shut up. That's no way to treat a lady, anyway."
Myra White smirked. "I don't know any Aidan, bub."
Myra White frowned as she made eye contact with Gerald. "Uh... Alright. I won't worry." she mumbled, a bit confused.
Myra White was surprised to find herself blushing. "Uh... I wasn't really, no..."
Myra White swallowed. "Uhm... None that I've ever given thought about..." Listen to yourself!, she told herself. You're acting like a highschooler!
Myra White blinked. Holy shit, a shapeshifter. She should go for her gun - but he was pretty charismatic... "Uh..."
Myra White swallowed again. "I'm - I'm sure you are," she choked out.
Myra White "Er... Well..." She really couldn't argue with that.
Besides, Gary Cooper was fuckable.
Myra White "There's - nobody at my apartment."
Myra White "I'm just - just a drifter. Honest." Fuck, this guy was hot.
Myra White came in to the bar, white motorcycle helmet held in the crook of her arm.
Myra White frowned. Was that a wolf?...
Myra White came in the bar, helmet under her arm.
Myra White blinked. "What's this I hear about Vamps?"