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Aimara

I hunt demons and other entities of evil. Would you stop me?

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros

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Name: Aimara Velkos
Alias: Aimara, Ama
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 127 lbs
Age: 22
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Race: Human
Class: Demon-Hunter

Personality

To come later.

Equipment

She wields a single blade, made of stone, enchanted to be more effective against those considered evil. The enchantment itself is somewhat of an oddity, magically, though she isn't aware of it, or of why. It's attuned to her emotions, so it becomes more or less effective depending on how evil she believes someone to be. The strength of this spell works in both directions, as well. If she were, for instance, to believe someone to be infallibly good, the blade would be unable to harm them in all but the most minor of ways, and vice versa.

History

To come later.

So begins...

Aimara's Story

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The door opened with a crash, flying all the way around its hinges and slamming into the wall. Across the threshold stepped a woman who radiated youth and control, despite the clothing she wore. With her midriff bare and tight clothing, one might assume she was a lady of the night, when in reality, the clothing she wore helped her to move and avoid those she hunted. Upon his left hip was sheathed a sword. Though the blade was hidden from sight, its excessive weight was evident from how far it drooped.

She walked across the bar calmly, her gaze straight ahead and her stride confident. This was Gambit's, a place where even the slightest show of weakness could get you killed in the blink of an eye. The only reason that she, Aimara Velkos, was here at all was the rampant reports of demons and other evils surrounding the area. She figured that, if nothing else, she could do some amount of good in a land that seemed to be filled with the damned.

Despite her attire, she easily ordered a glass of red wine from the touchscreen order system. With her order placed, she slowly turned, looking at each and every patron while trying to gauge how dangerous each of them were to her.

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Aimara had been sipping at her wine for the last ten minutes or so, choosing the solitude her station offered, over the noise of rowdy company. Sure, it might have been her calling in the world to try and destroy evil in any form it might take, but that didn't mean she needed others to help her get the job done. Well, not normally, at least.

With her wine finished, she ordered a second, figuring that, so long as nothing happened, tonight would allow her to drink herself under without consequences. Then again, if she wasn't careful, she'd drink too much and probably go off and start killing humans for the slightest bit of sin they might hold. What a fine line it would be. Only then did she take notice that one woman among the crowd had a pair of horns growing out of her head. She immediately went on alert, should the woman do anything that would require a demon-hunter to stop.

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Aimara shrugged calmly, having barely indulged at all from her second glass of wine. It appeared, to her, that the horned woman was no threat to anyone in the bar. She was both glad and disappointed about the bland amount of excitement, but it was a bit of a relief. Fighting those who used their strength to destroy tended to take her to the brink of exhaustion.

"Perhaps I was wrong about this place. Even if she is a demon, she seems like one who prefers conversation to combat. Either way, it's good enough for me," she muttered to herself, taking another drink of her wine. As she went to place the glass back onto the counter, however, the shockwave from LT-LE's blast knocked it from her hand. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to remain calm, though she desperately wanted to make the being pay for her next drink.

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Aimara finally decided that, if nothing else, the robot owed her compensation for her drink. She calmed herself as best she could, stood, and strode over to LT-LE, her boots thudding on the floor softly. As she approached the small robot, she cleared her throat.

"Excuse me. I really hate to intrude on whatever you're busy doing, but I wanted to inform you that your stunt managed to cause me to lose a nearly full glass of wine. I would like compensation of some kind in return for my lost drink." Her words were stern, but she did her best not to sounds too snobby. Even if she did have a bit too much pride, she didn't like to be thought of as a prude.

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Aimara sighed and quelled her frustration. The robot certainly had a bit of an attitude. Then again, it wasn't really something she could control, was it. She thought to reply, something scathing no doubt, but thought better of it and instead, walked back over to the counter. She sighed, wishing she could actually enforce her wishes sometimes.

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Aimara looked up at Photon a smile gracing her face. She wasn't terribly worried about her lost drink, to be honest. It was more that she had needed a way to vent her frustration that had caused her to say anything.

"Don't worry about it. i can always order another one." She was a bit sharp with her words, though it wasn't intentional, and when she was done speaking, she let her gaze flick to watch Lilith for a moment before looking back at the man before her.

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The last two hours had passed without Aimara even realizing it. Her tab was now rather large, though she would still be able to pay for it with ease, and her heard was buzzing quite pleasantly. She was pleased to see that the horned woman had not yet left the bar, and it was something she'd forced herself to keep track of. Well, told herself, anyways. She was tempted to begin speaking to the demoness, but she wasn't sure if that was sanctioned by her job. She'd never tried it before, at least.

Then again, she'd never seen a demon who wasn't ripping things to pieces.

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Aimara turned her gaze on the horned woman who left the booth. She seemed similar to the one the demon-hunter had been watching, but younger. The only reason she had for suspecting the age difference was the way she acted around them. Figuring now would perhaps be her best chance to find out what the demons were doing here, she made to intercept the woman as she reached the counter.

"Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice the horns on your head, as well as on the woman's over there. What would your kind be doing here on the surface, might I ask?" She tried to sound polite, but her head wasn't fully aware and her senses were dulled, so her words may have come out a bit awkwardly. She couldn't tell.

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Aimara was lucky her thoughts weren't as sharp as they were when she was sober. If they were, she likely would have been foolish enough to draw her blade. Instead, she responded. "Well, I hunt you're kind, as I'm sure you can tell, But I've not seen you or the others you're with cause any trouble. It's a bit...confusing, for me, as I've never known demons to be so...complacent." She smiled kindly, or as kindly as she felt she could. She was impressed that she was even allowed to speak to a member from hell, let alone do so without raising her voice.

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Aimara watched somewhat blankly as Delphina simply brushed her off and walked away. it wasn't the first time it had happened. Well, between her and a demon it was, but that was beside the point. She turned to look at Chigaru and was about to speak when the Molotov exploded against the ceiling behind her. She whipped around, pulling the stone blade from it's sheath in a single movement. Realizing she wasn't in any danger, she let the sword's tip brush the ground as she turned back around.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" She'd regained her senses, the shock of the explosion sending adrenaline through her body and causing her thoughts to return to normal, if only for what might end up being a brief moment.

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Aimara stared for a moment before sheathing her blade. She was surprised that one such as he had even bothered to come to a bar such as this. Then again, she began to remember what she'd heard about Gambit's. How it was where you could meet anyone you wanted, no matter who they were. How you could find death and immortality sitting beside one another. How fights seemed to spring up each and every night. She realized that many of the things she'd heard were right.

"Anubis. It's an honor. And I can't say that you're much of a demon, as what you once did, and may still do, is something necessary. The demons I hunt tend to have no real purpose other than to cause discord." She smiled as best she could, feeling the adrenaline wearing off. She wouldn't be nearly as drunken as she'd been before the explosion, but she wouldn't be completely sober either.

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"Perhaps not a fan, but knowledgeable, if nothing else," said Aimara. She had studied the texts involving ancients gods, trying to determine what each one was and whether they were truly 'gods' or not. When she'd come across the description of Anubis in a set of papyrus scrolls, she'd decided that the preservation of the dead for the afterlife was reasonable, and not evil in any real way.

She shivered slightly, chills trickling down her spine. She felt like something was wrong, like she wasn't safe. She didn't hesitate and, as her training had dictated, she drew her blade and spun, the stone edge tracing a pale blue, horizontal arc as she did so. She saw nothing behind where she was and felt extremely foolish. She knew there was credence to the saying 'jumping at ghosts', but she'd never really had to worry about spirits.

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Aimara thought for a moment, considering his offer. She could be royalty, wealthier than a thousand kings of old at a single word. Never again would she need to hunt those of the underworld just to keep enough food in her stomach. It was dearly tempting, something she knew a younger version of her would jump at. But she'd seen too much of the world already to know that it wouldn't be worth it. She'd lived so much of her life the same way for so long that she enjoyed the thrill of hunting, and if she were a queen, her subjects would never let her continue it. They would worry and fret about whether she'd be alright.

"I'm afraid that I have to decline. As much as I would love to be at the top, I just couldn't give up what I have. Hunting, and that's hunting alone, is something I love more than status. I mean, I'd have to hang up my sword if I were to be queen. The people I ruled wouldn't have it if I went gallivanting on my own to slay demons. They'd try to surround me with armor and soldiers for protection." She smiled and turned to face the jackal-headed man again, looking at the stone of her blade lovingly. She ran her hands over the runes carved into the thick blade, enjoying the feeling of their ancient shapes.

"I really am sorry, Lord Anubis. I just...enjoy the thrill too much."

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Aimara was surprised by the weight of the being's hand on her shoulder. It felt like there was almost fifty pounds alone in the hand. She could sense his demonic aura wrapping around her upper arm, and she smiled. She couldn't ever forget the feeling of something like that. After all, she'd been trained to hunt, fight, and kill demons and those of demonic origins.

"Using your power won't help you too much here. You didn't forget that I've spent almost all of my life training and killing other demons, did you? I would think that someone as old and wise as you would have realized that such exposure would eventually result in an immunity of sorts." She chuckled and sheathed her blade. She placed a hand on his wrist, still looking at him.

"I wouldn't be able to do that to anyone under my rule. I would want them happy, not obedient. As I said earlier, thank you for the offer, but I'll have to decline. Plus, if I'm your queen, You'd eventually get bored." She winked knowingly and removed her hand from his skin, choosing to let it rest on the pommel of her sword.

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Aimara continued smiling.

"It was indeed. And I would suspect no less of one like you. I've taken the full brunt of a single minor demon's power, but only just, so against you I wouldn't stand much of a chance. It's perhaps the only reason I haven't gone off and tried to slay you yet." She couldn't help but laugh at herself because of it. "I suspect I'd not live too long if I did try and slay every demon in here, would I? Not when there's at least 4, 2 of which are beyond my ability to even attempt to face."

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Aimara sighed, sensing his power again, but not how much. As it washed over her, and she realized that it was more than triple the strength of last time, she knew she would be in trouble. She pulled her blade out and stabbed it into the ground. It stood unaided for a moment before she knelt before it, her lips forming frantic chants and scraps to ward off his strength. She would have responded verbally, but breaking her string would let him gain a chance to win. Instead, she ran a finger down the sword's edge, slicing a string of capillaries and causing ruby drops to well out. She dragged the wounded finger across the floor, forming two letter in her lifeblood.

NO

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Aimara grimaced as the pressure on her mind, her body, her soul, doubled. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was forming soundless words, each an attempt to layer protection against his onslaught. She raised from her kneeling position, feeling the nausea wash against her. She couldn't deny the feeling, but she held back her gorge, forcing herself to resist his beckon for her to sit. She'd weathered worse before, but too much more and she'd crack and become useless. Either that, or she'd simply end up a slave, trapped within her own mind.

Her eyes opened and she looked into the his face, locking eyes with him to focus better. She was almost free, almost completely out of his influence, when her mother's voice graced her ears. Her eyes widened, though her lips kept moving from habit. She hadn't heard that voice since she was little, but it couldn't possibly be anyone other than her mother. Turning her gaze to the woman who now sat where Lilith had once been, she stared in disbelief. It couldn't be. Her mother was dead. It was why she'd even thought of hunting demons, despite her father insisting against it.

She cried out, raising her sword above her head. Attacking her? Fine. Twisting her soul? Sure, why not. But posing as her dead mother? that was too much. She lunged forward while swinging her blade down, the stone glowing ever so slightly in shades of pale blue. She was attacking something evil, and the blade was finally responsive.

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She froze, the force of his command simply blasting apart her defenses. Her sword was still in her hand, but instead of attacking those she needed to, it remained at her side, glowing ice blue and letting off small slivers of ice. She glared at Anubis, rage filling her mind. He was evil, to torment her so. If he truly were god of death, he would surely have understood why she wouldn't want to see her own mother.

"Why? WHY?! Because my mother died protecting me and my home from demons. She died, and I took up her sword, this sword, to try and match her bravery. I know the tricks of demons. I know how some can change their looks. But my own mother? That's too far. And even if you are my mother, you would never cry. Not even if I was raising my blade against you. You would understand." Her voice was haggard, and tears were streaming down her face. She knew that she was right with her words, but to see the form of her own mother there, weeping, was breaking her heart.

"And you, Anubis. Why would you do this to me? What purpose would you have to bring my mother back for such a short time? Not only does it hurt me, but it hurts her too. Surely you knew I would either attack her or kill myself and let her live, didn't you?" She was confused, both by what was going on, and how they were acting. None of it was right, none of it made any sense.

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Aimara felt herself breaking. She could feel his aura worming through her mind, insinuating that she should listen and accept it. He was powerful, beyond anything she could have hoped to match. Even if she did win out, somehow, she'd never be the same. She'd always be able to know him on sight, no matter what form he'd taken. She was cursed. but wait, her mother had been too. She'd even born several marks that showed by whom she'd been cursed. A smile broke over the hunter's face. She'd might just play along and try to break them back. She relaxed, as though he'd won. She brought her spirit into her core, wrapping and cocooning it it thousands of layers of protection; the purity of her life. When next she spoke, her voice was almost a monotone, as though she'd given up.

"Alright. Perhaps It would be best for me. Mother, I've missed you. Why did you leave us, Mother?" She began moving towards the demoness, not even thinking of what she would do, for fear her deception would be discovered. "You left to fight that demon, the one who'd been causing the drought, but you never came back. When I found your sword, Father told me not to go looking for you. Why didn't you come back?"

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Aimara shrugged, as thought she wasn't sure.

"You can't possibly be here. And even if you are, you wouldn't expect me to be shocked? You vanished, and we suspected you dead. Now that it has been confirmed, I can't imagine why you're here. And I'm sure you want your sword back. I didn't mean to take it, but I've been training. I followed in your footsteps and I protected the town. Well, for a little while. After that, I went out to hunt other demons to try and rid them from the world." Her voice was returning to normal, as though she were actually accepting her role. She let hesitant thoughts grace the surface of her last refuge within her mind. Thoughts that showed that she wanted some memory of before, or else she would be of no use. She lifted the sword, tip down, to show to what she thought was her mother, as if to prove that is was the same blade. It was calm now, no glow falling off it in icy waves, no slightly glowing runes. Just a stone blade with a stone handle.

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Aimara walked about on the high cliff. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had the chance to walk so freely, but it struck her that it hadn't happened since before her mother had died. That certainly was a long time, but it wasn't so long ago that she couldn't remember it. She, too, cast her gaze to the sky, watching the passing of the stars and the moon.

Out here, on the bluff, they seemed so close. [Almost as if I'm among them] she thought to herself, not wanting to break the quiet of the scene with her voice.

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Aimara seated herself at the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling over the edge. She was enjoying the night so far, though she had to say that being in such a new place, that new place being the area around Wing City, did frighten her somewhat. And she was still worried about her village, since she'd been the only one to properly protect it from the unholy attentions it had garnered.

But then again, hadn't they all been visiting that village for the blade which she now had belted to her waist? She still didn't quite understand what was so special about the stone blade, but perhaps she would learn more then next time she had the chance to speak with a demon. She heard a giggle on the winds and brought her thoughts back to the present, trying to figure it out. Right as she thought to ignore ti, she smelled smoke as well, and stood, looking for the smell's source.

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Aimara twisted and peered up among the boulders, trying to discern whether the smoke was coming from there or not. She couldn't tell exactly where it was from, due to the night sky hiding the smoke trail, and was worried that the forest itself might be aflame deep in it's heart, and that she was catching only the first hints of it.

The worry crossed her face and she began moving towards the forest, wondering if there was a visible fire from her area. She was still unawares of the other two around her, but she'd never really learned to deal with those who enjoy sneaking. She tended to deal mostly with straight-forward people.

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Aimara stopped suddenly, something she couldn't quite understand telling her to be more careful and to stay alert for danger. She looked all around her, not seeing Kora as she had turned to look the opposite direction as the girl had passed. She looked at a rock that had settled recently on the path behind her, wondering how it had gotten there, or if she had simply missed it beforehand.

She walked back to it and knelt, trying to figure out why it had suddenly appeared. It was then that she noticed a second pair of tracks, footprints, by the look of it, that had traced her own bootprints along the path. Fearing she'd been followed by a hostile entity, she drew her blade, a little clumsily, and squared herself off, looking in front of her for whoever had followed her.