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Lavigne Hunter

"Anyone need a little...*cough* pest control?"

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a character in “City of Lost Angels”, as played by Thundera

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LAVIGNE HUNTER

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Nicknames:Vigne, (V-ee-ein), Hunter
Appearance Age:18
Actual Age: 29
Gender:Female
Race: Shape-Shifter
Type of Magic: Snow and Ice and she can turn into a beautiful white thick coated she-wolf.
Weapon:A long forked whip which she tends to set alight during serious combat. She has a variety of knives strapped in a ‘X’ across her chest.

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Height:5,7
Weight:109lbs
Hair Color: Blonde wth a pink streak.
Eye Color: Icy Blue
Appearance: Lavigne has dead straight long blonde hair that reflects all light that hits it. She has a long bright pink streak in her hair which helps to frame her face despite being unnatural to her appearance. Her bright eyes are an icy and cold shade of blue which is fitting to her magical abilities which all relate ice. Her eyes are big and sharp like a wolf’s and her features are sharp and feline like you’d expect an animal’s to be. She has a streetwise look to her by the expressions she’s pulls and she seems to always know exactly what she’s doing. She hides emotions as well as she hides the truth and her face will never give away her sworn secrets or emotions because that’s how assassins are.
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Personality: Lavigne is a bitch. She doesn’t care what people think of her and even less of what they have to say. You could call her every name under the sun and she’d laugh in your face and stalk off her amused. Yet if you somehow angered her beyond her giving a mocking laugh she’ll scream, shout and destroy your eardrums and more often than not your heart beat. She doesn’t take very well to be ignored however and will go ahead with crazy dares and ideas if it gets her in the spotlight. Lavigne is good fun though if she likes you but otherwise she’ll make your life a living hell.
Lavigne is elegant most of the time but becomes a terrible clown when she’s hyper, high or drunk and will be stumbling and falling over the place and unfortunately it’s normally this state of mind she’s in during being hyper, high or drunk that gets her into fights and brawls.
She is also very honest and possibly too honest for her own good because she’ll tell you exactly what she thinks when she thinks of it and this behaviour is known to end with her having to fight with someone or something. She is clever but lacks common sense and manners.
Likes:
- Sports
- Chatting to people she’s close to
- Snow and Ice
- Swimming
- Tree Climbing (and climbing in general)
- Dance and Music

- Flaws:
- Her lack of elegance and clumsiness gives her opponents an advantage if she’s fighting drunk.
- Her honesty can cause problems sometimes
- She can’t ever sit still and relax so she’s often told off in lessons for being a distraction or a ‘fidget’

Talents:
- She is very fast and strong from years exploring outside
- She well educated despite lacking the ability to listen
- Being so honest most of the time when she tells a lie they often believe her.
- She is very good singer and athlete and has perfected the use of her whip very well but like most things there is room for some improvement.

Fears:
- She loves swimming but isn’t very good at it and has a bizarre fear of drowning.
- Claustrophobia
- The idea of being chained or pinned still.

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So begins...

Lavigne Hunter's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Nami L'Chi Character Portrait: Lucaz Kiyaz Character Portrait: Shinta Faith Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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Lavigne smiled as she plunged the silver dagger deep in the vampire's throat slicing it open visciously.
"Sorry babe, it's nothing personal, I'm just running the family business." Lavigne chuckled before she ripped the knife out the bleeding wound letting the body slide to the cold hard ground.

A shadowy man stepped out the shadows clapping sarcastically.
"Beautiful show Lavigne, just beautiful...." He praised smirking at the dead beauty queen who's hair was sprawled across Lavigne's black combat boots. Lavigne smiled boredly and held out her long pale hand and flicked her fingers in gesture which meant 'pay up'. The man sighed croakily.

Lavigne's eyes narrowed angrily. "Pay up Sandre." She growled her hair growing paler which only happens when her wolf is nearing the surface and that only happens when she's pissed.

"I was hoping you'd forget that bit..." He moaned but he dumped a see-through packet in Lavigne's palm and a handful of the victim's expensive belongings.

Her palm closed tightly and disappeared into her pocket as Lavigne chuckled mindlessly. "Good boy..." She gave him a salute and started walking away as she shouted "'Till next time my least favourite client." Sandre was actually probably one of her favourite clients as he paid the highest and gave her the most jobs but she liked to pretend she hated him which was only half a lie...He did kill her sister after all.

She started walking around the city but in reality she had two choices. The Strip Theatre or the scummy old pub. She didn't take long in getting her answer. Her close friend Izabelle was often found in that scum of a pub so she'd go there- plus they sold cheap whiskey and that's exactly what Lavigne needed before she opened her confidential packet of heaven.

She marched into the bar and spun herself onto the seat next to Izabelle that wasn't occupied by a fox. "Hello Izabelle."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Nami L'Chi Character Portrait: Isis Abney Character Portrait: Lucaz Kiyaz Character Portrait: Shinta Faith Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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Nami continued twirling around the pole, the bottom of the corset dress, twirling up around her, showing the green thong she wore underneath. She blew a kiss to the men surrounding her as she grinded down the pole. Stopping she'd walk to the edge of the stage, and run her fingers under Shinta's chin. Blowing him a kiss. she'd look over at Lucaz and wink. "Hey there handsome." She'd purr, showing off her small fangs. Jumping off she'd offer the men a lap dance. "Only for a price of course." She'd wink and purr as she gave Shinta one for free, knowing he'd pay her back in blood.

Her tail would wiggle as she started grinding against him, turning around placing one heel on his crotch, "So... Mr. Faith... nice to see you again." She'd look over at the woman with the book and the man she was talking to, shrugging she'd continue dancing to please. This was her job...this was her life....

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Opening his eyes wide, he hadn't really wanted a Lap Dance from Nami, nor did he really want her to please him. After she was done with her dance with him, he'd stand up and adjust his pants, before walking into the DJ Booth, playing old songs. At least they still had this... music. Grabbing the Microphone he'd speak to everyone in the bar, "Whoever wants to request a song, please... come up to the booth and let me know it... " He pressed a few buttons and an old song came on... a Song that would Fit Nami's profession. He chuckled and listened to the beat and the lyrics. After the song was over he chuckled and shook his head, "That would be Porn Star Dancing." He'd say into the mic, his eyes gazing into everyone's at the bar. Seems most were old visitors who knew everyone...few.. he didn't know... like the girl sitting at the strippers pole with the man.... who would even want to live in CoLA it was a place of death... he knew this well.

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Mal climbed on the bar and laid down being very mindful of everyones drinks. His crimson eyes would glow as he looked at the new woman who gathered at the bar. Her blonde hair seemed to compliment her face... the pink streak in it made it even better. Though his curiosity seemed to be attracted to Izabelle. Shifting his form so that it showed him as a young man he smirked. "Evenin ladies." He'd say his five tails wiggling proudly behind him. Orbs of red and black fire would circle him, but wouldn't harm anyone nearby... that was just his foxfire...something that seemed to be attracted to kitsunes everywhere.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Nami L'Chi Character Portrait: Isis Abney Character Portrait: Lucaz Kiyaz Character Portrait: Shinta Faith Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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Izabelle grinned as her dear shape-shifter friend Lavigne appeared on the scene. "Hello Lavigne... she said with same enquiring tone.

Her head turned when the fox shifted and dressed them both with curiosity. She smiled "Hello, to you too.". Izabelle replied with her sticky-sweet Lusse smile. She made an examination of his face with her bright eyes but she came to a conclusion that the man was a total stranger. Izabelle thought about luring her into her perfect little demonic trap but figured she was too tired and not quiet sober enough. She could think straight and move and everything but her persuasion and magic go static and malfunction.

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Lavigne grinned and ordered two drinks of whiskey for her and Izabelle and slid one across the bar into her friend's hand.
She could hear Izabelle talking to a man neither girl knew so she sat and watched mostly after saying "Hello."

Lavigne is very blunt with words and her greetings are often short and quick like that. She prefers to get straight to the conversation and skip the how do you dos. She smiled politely however and played with her drink swilling it around in the glass before taking a mouthful away enthusiastically.

LUCAZ KIYAZ
He grew bored of watching the dancer at about the same time as a woman sat next to him. He laughed a little but his cut cheek moving tore his laughter apart. He swore quietly and then apologised. "My name is Lucaz and I am quiet comfortable with all my clothes on." He replied. His reply turning blunt from his injuries.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luna Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lindethiel Valentino Character Portrait: Nami L'Chi Character Portrait: Isis Abney Character Portrait: Lucaz Kiyaz Character Portrait: Shinta Faith Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter Character Portrait: Dante

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It’s pathetic... Izabelle thought as the fight broke out. Pointless damage that didn’t need doing, which may possibly be rich coming from something as destructive as Lusse. She looked at Lavigne but she just seemed amused- of course she’s amused....She’s an assassin!
Izabelle and Lavigne had been friends from the start. They met when Izabelle freed herself from her ‘captor’. Izabelle and always felt like a hostage but she’d been as free as she liked to be but she felt living under someone else’s roof she’d never be truly free. So obviously she beat up her guardian and ran away that’s when she met Lavigne.
Lavigne had been fighting in alley way and appeared to be losing and her opponent must of been 100s of years older than the young girl fighting. Lavigne had been a fist away from death when Izabelle’s whip stroked the attacker’s face leaving a deep bleeding gash. Then it found his neck and curled around in a devilishly knot and then flicked away again for the third attack. Then Lavigne’s hands found his neck and she pushed her thumbs in on his neck bone twisting and snarling until it sucked his face white and his neck was stained with her fingerprints. The man died and Lavigne was Izabelle’s debt. Izabelle refused anything Lavigne offered and after years of trying to repay her, the assistance is almost forgotten but not by Lavigne. Lavigne knows she owes Izabelle her life and that can’t be on the only time.
Still Lavigne grew stranger until her abilities matched her saviour and they still grow but together like sisters.
”I guess there is something amusing to it...” She muttered to Lavigne almost smiling.
She looked back at the fox but assuming she’d gone unheard shrugged it off and didn’t bother repeating herself. She sighed hollowly and then looked at the unconscious angel. She raised an eyebrow but gave very little thought on the matter away.
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Lavigne smiled shallowly when the fight finally ended with an unconscious body, Finally, a little peace around here! Lavigne did take amusement in people fighting but that was simply ridiculous. She shook her head and took a gentle sip of Whiskey watching the fox-man and various other people around her carefully and surely not wanting to miss something that might be important. Lavigne checked her pocket for her packet and when she felt the plastic material relaxed a little. Good...good... She thought to herself and then she turned to the sound of her close friend’s voice.
”It’s amusing, until their ‘pack’ or ‘choir’ or something get involved then it’s just damn right annoying! Lavigne replied with a hiccup. I need to stop drinking before I go to work.... Lavigne thought darkly then she looked around her again taking in every little thing. She didn’t trust anyone in this room except Izabelle but then again she knew Izabelle.

LUCAZ KIYAZ
Lucaz watched the girl leave not overly bothered at all. He still had a drink and his thoughts so he occupied his mind by cursing the wretched ***** that whipped the flesh of his face. He could spy her in the corner of his eye talking freely to another girl in a comfortable friendly manner. The two girls gave off a sisterly vibe together but they looked nothing a like so Lucaz was quick to rule out any possible relations the girls could of shared.
Hr grumbled and mumbled and downed a few more mouthfuls of his drink before starting to get up to leave, for the dead guy needed air.
Lucaz didn’t breath but he took comfort in feeling the wind breeze on his flesh but it hurt when he was bleeding but then again what didn’t hurt? Even positive and happy things like love hurt one day. Lucaz was drunk and Lucaz was never himself when he was drunk.
Lucaz is normally a cheerful person and quite the flirt but when he gets too much alcohol in his system he becomes sour and less cheerful like an old man. He finds the negatives to everything and won’t glance at anyone for more than a split second. He just grunted and growled until he stumbled home to sulk alone. He pushed his fingers against his temples and stood just outside the Zodiac door muttering.

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Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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"Excuse me sir, may I have a gin and tonic please?" Izabelle asked Maltree possibly attempting to ty and wipe away her own memories or just trying to make herself drunk.

Lavigne downed the last of her drink and sed the glass down on the table loudly slightly amused by the echo that came off it.

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Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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Dante woke up again. He walked up to Izabelle, Maltree and Lavigne. He was staring at them for a moment. He didn't say anything, he didn't move, his cold sight was stuck on the area around the three.

"I would appreciate it if you get away from here. I'll give you some time." He went silent for one second... two seconds... three...

He quickly took a chair and threw it at them. He didn't know if they were able to stop it. He didn't know what he would achieve. He already reached Izabelle's goal - he got drunk. His mind was blurred by the chemicals in his blood... his actions didn't reach his reason...

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Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter Character Portrait: Dante

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Lavigne and Izabelle
"I'm sorry?" Lavigne asked with a blunty icy voice. Then the chair came and Lavigne jumped up and let it crash into the bar behind where she had been previously sitting but her dear friend was a little too drunk to move quick enough and it split a small red line into her shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screeched. She was already on edge from fighting some cocky b_____ of a highway man and was not in the mood for this, drunk or sober. The Lusse girl's hand jumped to her side where her whip was coiled around her belt loop but Lavigne stopped her by wrapping he ice cold fingers around her wrist.

"He's not worth it sister." Izabelle's eyes appeared to be changing colour slightly but she calmed slighty at her good friend's words. Izabelle and Lavigne have no biological relation just a simple complicated bond of friendship which had made them share a bond stronger then sister's. They cared for eachother and felt eachother's pain (not literally by the way) and Lavigne could feel Izabelle's anger but she knew better then to let her go ahead because the Lusse would have the bar burning to ash. "He's not even worth arguing with..." Admittedly Lavigne would loveto fight this guy alongside Izabelle but she didn't want her only source of socialization burnt to ash either so she sucked in a deep breath and glared.

"Look sir, My friend as you may have guessed has had a really roughd ay so if your sober enough to understand me. I'd scram now before she bloody gives you a little taste of hell." She warned carefully. Lavigne had seen Izabelle angry and drunk before and even angry-drunk and she had learnt the hard way to back down and fear a drunken Izabelle on rage and didn't seem fair to let this guy take all the heat of Izabelle's day for one mistake- then again he did just brake the laws of neturalization by attacking her.

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Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter Character Portrait: Dante

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Dante grinned and spoke in calm and deep voice. "A taste of hell... how cute... I'm constantly having massive amounts of hell, which makes the fact that I'm an angel ironic. Let's see how 'angry' can your friend become. Let's see if I find her taste of hell any different." He was about to do something. Probably attack again? Or wait for them to attack? His third passing out in that hour stopped his actions, whatever they would be. While falling down, his body took care to break down and push away as much as it can, before hitting the ground. A table and another set of plates were in pieces.

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Character Portrait: Maltree Fre'Urden Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter Character Portrait: Dante

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Lavigne and Izabelle
"So we have ourselves a lightweight hey?" Izabelle chirped amused. "Hey, Lavigne can you get me a drink please?" she asked fighting the desire to spit at the fool of an angel. She didn't because she was better then that but the idea of sucking his life away amused her but no way was she going near...that again.

Lavigne smiled smufly and went to order Izabelle her typical gin and tonic blonde hair bobbing as she muttered to herself about angels and foolishness.

Izabelle watched Dante's unconcious body with clear amusment and kicking him slightly as she turned to retake her seat muttered something harsh and unpleasent under her breath. When Lavigne came back with the drinks the clipped their glassses together and announced it to be their last night and then Izabelle and Lavigne would split up and go do their jobs. For Izabelle that'd be flirting a man to death and Lavigne simple cold-blooded murder. Both girls posessed strange smiles as they took a deep mouthful of gin.

The gin warmed Izabelle's throat calming her nerves and that's when she became a little bit of a tipsy drunk laughing at simple things. Lavigne wasn't really drunk yet but she found amusement in her friend's laughter even if it was mild and shy. The laughter seemed to be a little contagious because after a few minutes Lavigne herself released a light soft laugh.

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Character Portrait: Izabelle Character Portrait: Lavigne Hunter

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Lavigne and Izabelle
The girls gave a giddy laugh and continued their conversations. "So who's the target sister? Izabella asked in a hush whispering voice. Lavigne smiled deviously and with a waggle of her eyebrows whispered a name.

"Caorte." She whispered as quite as a mouse. Lavigne's eyes glowed weird colours as if her eyes were blushing. She was excited and she loved her job but the best part of it was working with her sister. Their pair tatic never changed. Izabelle would flirt and tease their way into the home the two girls shared and then on single Lavigne's knives flew to the neck and Izabelle would claim his soul whilst they bled away. It was twisted and didn't sit well with the light hearted but the girls were made of iron or should you say diamond? Diamonds are stronger then iron.

The girls gave the other a knowing smile their minds razor sharp like a diamond. "Let's work this bi___" Izabelle chuckled. The girls downed the last acid burning whiskey and dropped the glasses on the bar and with a sarcastic but echoing goodbye marched out the bar linked at the arm. Lavigne led the chase though ushering Izabelle through alleys and streets until they were in an alley spying on a man trading suspiciously under a street lamp.

Izabelle hitched her skirt and then when the second man walked away she strutted out into the street. The man- Daemon Carote looked at her with amusment and met her half way up the path. "Well what do we have here?" He asked in a creepily off putting voice.

"A girl and a boy.." She said stepping a little closer closing the small space between them.
"Why don't you come with me?" He asked suggestively.
"Or you could come with me." She wasn't asking a question and the fool of a man followed her through the streets.

Lavigne followed in the distance watching their every move with the occasional gag.

When they got to the house the man was on Izabelle in a split second pushing her into the wall. Just as his greedy hands got busy Lavigne's hand flicked and the man's eyes rolled as he fell. Izabelle pushed the body off her in disgust...That guy had almost got...She shivered and then placing a finger on his lips drained everything away her eyes closing in pleasure. She was like a demon...but worse. She wasn't doing it for a master...she was doing it for entertainment and Demons only did it as duty.

"That guy was a pri___" Izabelle muttered stepping away. The girls picked up the body and dragged it into the garden and then threw it over the fence and followed after it.

They walked about half a mile then they dumped the body on the floor and Izabelle tossed a lighter behind their turned bodies and the body began to crack and smoke. The girls raised their hands to meet the others in an an echoing high-five that didn't even require a glance. The girls had been doing this too long. They were too in sync and too...comfortable?

"Ok...we rushed that a bit too much..." Lavigne complained a few minutes later.
"Easy for you to day! You weren't pinned to a wall but a pervert." Izabelle snapped in reply. Lavigne giggled amused but even she'd admit that was probably the worst they had ever dealt with and they ahd dealt with some real ass-holes in their time. Dark eyed and bored the girls jogged the way back their hair floating behind them in fine glossy blankets reflecting the moon's stolen light as it beamed down on the back of their invisible frames. The girl's figures were a shadow of black amoungst a sky of dark purple and the only colour was the reflection of the moon on their hair and backs.