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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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Aimara whirled at the sounds, her blade rising before her. She was shaking ever so slightly, unnerved by how easily they had followed her and kept so quiet. Then she thought of how she'd come out here in the first place. Alone, not paying any attention. Now it made more sense as to how she'd not noticed them earlier.

"W-Who are you two? What do you want with me?" she asked, forcing herself to keep from simply running away. She did her best to avoid fighting, but if they cornered her, she'd fight as best she could in order to live, that much she was sure of.

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Aimara spun to keep Kora from getting behind her, even going so far as to put her back against one of the larger boulders nearby. At least then she didn't have to worry about being attacked from behind. She blinked a few times, her sword lowering slightly as she looked at Fang.

"You...You're not after me? Oh thank the gods. I was afraid you might have come to kill me." her relief at the statement was obvious, though she still seemed rather uptight and nervous. She really didn't know how to trust the other girl.

"The dusk? You mean like, the time of sunset? That seems somewhat silly. And I'm also interested in how you claim this to be your lake." The sword remained between them, ready to thrust forward as she ran for her life.

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Aimara just sort of watched for a moment, baffled by the two of them. The guys seemed normal enough, though she wasn't sure the smoking was terribly good, but the girl really struck her as...inhuman. Then she was called out to explain what she was doing here, as though she'd done something wrong.

"Explain myself? Oh, right. My apologies. I'm Aimara Velkos. I would offer to shake you hand, but I'm still not thinking I can trust either of you, no matter how little you've tried to kill me." She managed a frail smile and then lifted an eyebrow at Fang's words. "The Sun, a demon? That can't be possible, not if it gives such life to everything." She was so naive and stupid sometimes.

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Aimara raised her sword a little as Kora came closer. The girl unnerved her to no end, and even being this close was pressing on the demon hunter's instincts of getting free. She didn't hate or dislike the girl, she was just nervous, and was doing her best not to do something stupid or regrettable.

"What do you mean he tried to murder you? He didn't have any weapon coming at you, from what I could see." She really wasn't prepared for a meeting of this kind, and even though she had thought herself rather sharp witted, the sudden appearance of these two had most definitely caught her off guard.

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The sound of creatures crashing their way through the underbrush of the forest also woke another, though she'd been sleeping between the massive boughs of an oak tree, rather than simply resting on the forest floor. More interested than worried, the woman dropped from the branches, making sure to grip them before dropping so she didn't injure herself.

She began to move in the direction the sounds had come from, only to notice that they'd stopped. A twist of confusion caught her, but she only responded to it by moving more quietly. Whatever had made the noise, she didn't need it knowing she was coming after it.

She quickly found tracks, but of what creature she couldn't tell. They were oddly splayed, and had four toes to each rear foot, while the front limbs seemed to have six. Thinking it might be a demon of some kind, Aimara unsheathed the thick stone blade she wore at her side.

It was about time she'd get the chance to do her job.

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As she stooped to examine another pair of tracks, the sounds of crashing underbrush once more reaching her human ears. Mixed among the rustling noise was also the higher-pitched yowl, as if a beast had been injured. She threw caution to the wind, then, and charged through the plants around her. A few briars tore at her skin, but she ignored them in light of what she might soon be facing.

She stumbled into the small clearing quite suddenly, not knowing the forest in this area. Her stumble almost cost her everything, but she quickly found her balance again, only to look at the scene before her in revulsion.

Four beings were before her: three cat-like creatures and a woman with a dagger. She could tell, by both sight and scent, that the quadrupeds were demons, but when she looked at the woman on the ground and caught a glimpse of her solid black eyes, she couldn't help but think that she might also be more than human.

It didn't stop her next move though. Nothing would in the presence of these demons. She dashed to the one on her left and swung her heavy blade. It hardly made noise as it moved through the air as slowly as a stone might, but when it connected with the creature's left hip, the sounds of crunching bone and tearing flesh were all too audible.

Unfortunately, no demon is so easy to kill. The beast spun rapidly, despite its new injury, and whipped a claw at the demon hunter. Her blade out wide, Aimara had no defense but her free arm, which she threw up quickly, receiving six parallel gashes that were short and deep. It stung worse than the bite of any blade, but the adrenaline coursing through her gave Aimara enough false strength to let her ignore it, for now.

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She saw how the other two demons took position around her, trapping her should she try to escape. They didn't press the attack, choosing instead to stay outside her range while their master bore down on the woman she'd seen on the ground. It troubled her to know that, despite the training her mother had given her, she had still put up no real fight against these demons.

She looked over and above the three as they circled her now, her green eyes showing both her pain and her determination. If she died doing what her duty, then so be it.

"This may be no business of mortals, but this is no place for demons either." Her voice was sharp and light, like ice, if it could be thought of physically. "You tell me to leave, but I tell you to begone!"

And with her shout, she surged forward once more, leaping up to plant a foot between the shoulders of one of the circling demons as it passed. Doubting that her movements had been predicted, she kept going, pushing off the demon and jumping towards 'Lord paralysis' himself, her blade high for a downward stroke against his right side.

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The lack of anything substantial threw Aimara off balance as she landed, causing her to roll an ankle and lurch roughly into the trunk of a tree. The bark scratched her skin, but it wasn't too bad, considering her injured arm and those sustained by the other woman.

She was lucky, however, that the demons had vanished when they did, as she wasn't much for sustained fighting, and she was dizzied by the impact with the tree. She turned to see the one demon burst into flame as it died. That brought a slight smile of satisfaction to her face, but as the other woman fell, Aimara dropped to her knees to catch her, dropping her stone blade in the process.

"Don't you die to them. You're going to be alright." She meant the words to be reassuring to the Veronica, but they were also meant for herself a bit. Upon seeing the wounds the demons had given to this woman, Aimara tore strips of cloth from her jacket and quickly bound up what injuries she could as tightly as her strength would allow.

"Hope that's enough..." she muttered to nobody in particular. She stood and sheathed her blade, then grabbed some twigs and dead grass. After a few minutes of arranging them and doing her best to light it all, she had a small campfire going in order to at least keep them warm.

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Aimara turned from tending the fire as she heard the woman speak. She made sure that the flames wouldn't go out anytime soon and then walkedd back over, kneeling beside her.

"Me? Yeah, I should be alright. Just a scratch on my arm, is all. I'd be more worried about you, honestly. You took quite the beating, from the looks of your wounds." She wished she could have done something about the scratches on Veronica's face, but they weren't dangerous, so she'd passed them by when binding the wounds up.

And then the scratches to her arm decided that now would be the best time to finally sear with pain, the adrenaline finally having worn away. The sudden feeling caused the demon hunter to clench her arm's muscles, knotting them slightly. She swooned, nearly falling into the black of unconsciousness, but she managed to stay coherent the whole time. She doubted it was such a good thing.

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Aimara struggled for a moment to overcome the pain of her arm. It burned and itched like mad, but she didn't dare to touch it for fear it was coated in something wholly dangerous. After a few moments of pain, it receded and seemed to become normal again, allowing her to sit up.

"C-could you boil those for me? I'll need them clean if I'm gonna wrap them around my wound." Her voice was strained, but her breathing had recovered mightily from the rapid breaths she'd been taking while in pain.

She took a glance at the wound and saw that each scratch gleamed ruby in the firelight, her muscles showing on either side of the rends. It hurt like nothing she'd felt before, but she knew she needed to close them somehow.

"Also, if you have any iron or steel on you, drop it in the fire. Even with bindings, I need this to keep from bleeding."

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She grimaced as her wounds were bound tight. As the pressure increased, the pain began to lessen and she sighed in relief. As the dagger heated, she watched Veronica as she spoke. The wounds on her face seemed to have vanished, worrying the demon hunter a bit, as did the fact that the woman's eyes were now a light purple, instead of the shimmering black they'd been at first sight.

"Don't worry about it. I would've fought them eventually anyway, I'm sure. Especially if they kept plaguing the area. I'm a demon hunter by trade, so I'm sure I would've met them one day." She nodded as the dagger got white hot and hovered above her skin. She even pulled the bandages aside for the woman's ease.

It would hurt, but it wouldn't matter in the long run. "My name's Aimara, by the way."

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The searing of the blade against her flesh had her clenching her teeth. She'd taken the deep breath, but her whimpers as she tried to keep herself from succumbing to the pain were letting all that air right back out. As soon as Veronica was finished, she clamped her free hand over the bandages.

"A-ah....It's nice...to meet you, Roni." Her speech was halting, the pain keeping her from speaking normally due to her short breaths, but she quickly returned to normal. "What brings you to the forest?"

Now that her wounds were reasonably healed, Aimara went back to the fire and patted the ground beside her.

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"I have no doubt that they could, if my own wounds are any indicator of their power. Though I must say, I've not found many demons who are in this world enough to do so. Most I know of stay half here, half elsewhere, and use men to do their dirty work." She looked at the fire for a while, watching it writhe and flare in elemental beauty.

The demon hunter wasn't sure who this woman was, but she'd given Aimara quite a bit to think on. An angel-blessed dagger, incredible healing abilities, and eyes of a sort she'd never seen before all made Aimara quite curious.

"Are you also a demon hunter, or are you something more? I've never known any hunters to do what you're capable of."

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That raised an eyebrow, to be sure. She could tell that the woman was keeping something to herself, but who wouldn't. There wasn't exactly any reason for the two of them to trust each other, aside from perhaps the fact that they'd bandaged each other as needed.

"Only when they hunt you, eh? Well, I suppose that's something, at least. I mean, i was raised to hate demons wherever I found them, but ever since I got to Wing City...It's been a bit of a wake up call. I mean, I met a demon so powerful and old that he was once worshiped as a god. I didn't even draw my blade, for fear he would simply strike me down. Either way, you're a good person. Odd, sure, but good at heart." It was as close to a confirmation that she felt safe there as she'd go, having always thought that telling someone outright that you felt safe by them left you vulnerable.

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"You speak of humans as if you weren't one. Not that it would be surprising, knowing the area. For all I know, you could be an elf who simply his her ears or a magician with a spell to hide your true appearance." Despite her teachings, Aimara was a little behind on modern people. But then again, she enjoyed her way of life, dangerous as it was, and it always gave her the chance to better herself.

"Plus, not all us humans are bad. Most are kind of balanced between good and evil, so they're generally alright to talk to. As for the demons I know, they always, and I mean always, more than willing to rip things apart for a little extra fun. No even for gold or something important. Just...fun." Her tone showed her obvious disapproval of demonic ways, though she'd once thought and acted like a demon in order to better hunt them.

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She watched Roni's movements, wary. She'd seen magicians do things of a similar nature, but she'd never bothered to learn such things herself. The arcane, to her, simply seemed...cowardly.

"Well, you're right about me knowing you aren't a human. Or if you were, it would be a stretch to say so." She chuckled nervously, watching her carefully. The fire was there, without any sustaining force but whatever magic the woman had, in her hand. Aimara took a deep, albeit slow, breath and held her hand out. Unlike before, when her movements had been sure and graceful, her hand was shaking ever so slightly. Doing this also revealed that her hands were heavily calloused and rough, like a farmer's.

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As the fire rolled forward, Aimara had to force herself not to simply drop it out of fear. However, when she felt how cool it was compared tot he fire before her, she began to smile. It felt no hotter than a light summer's breeze, though it tingled like mad. She wondered how it was still burning though, as she was no mage herself, and Roni had already moved to get another sphere of fire.

"Whatever you may be, I'm not worried by it. You could likely have lit me on fire as easily as you tipped this into my hand, but you didn't. Plus, if you're heritage marked you as dangerous, I'm sure you would've harmed me before binding and tending to my wounds for me." She smiled and the went back to watching the ball of flame as it sat upon her palm.

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She continued to smile, though she had a feeling that some ill humour had fallen Roni. She seemed a bit more reserved than before, as if there were...something she wanted to say but wouldn't, or couldn't, say. Aimara waited and listened, trying to figure out what was so secret about this girl, though she could hardly think her anything more than human, if appearances were all she had to go on.

"That's a good policy to go on, to be sure. As for being understanding, I'm not really a great person myself, so I figure it's best to find out why people act before condemning them. Mind you, demons always act selfishly, by my knowledge, which is why I don't hesitate against them." Her grin widened at her own words, but suddenly slimmed a bit as the fire in her own hands fizzled away while she wasn't looking.

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The demon hunter jumped back as the fire suddenly vanished. Not only did the small area become substantially darker, but she could still feel the heat, which scared her. And then, just as quick as it had gone, the flames were back, dancing like nothing had happened.

"How did you...No, I suspect they wouldn't. But aren't most demons immune to fire in the first place?" Her query was well founded, and since she assumed that Roni was a more experienced demon hunter than she was, it made sense for her to ask it. At least in her mind it did.

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"Oh," she replied, letting her gaze trail upwards as well. The stars were out quite brilliantly tonight, something she smiled at. She'd always loved the stars and her mother had told her stories about how each little point of light in the night sky was actually one of her ancestors, watching and guiding her as she lived.

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She shifted herself to be propped up against a small boulder, leaning against it and relaxing. The question was one she'd thought about before, but on a broader scale. Why did she hunt demons? Was it in memory of her mother, or was it just something to keep her from finding the void in life that is boredom.

"I was actually out here tracking a demon, albeit a different one than the one from earlier. Suffice it to say that he got away from me, so i was sleeping in a tree when I heard you and the others crashing about in the underbrush. As for why I do it, it's more of a combination of the last two questions you asked. Every so often I'm crossed by a demon, but most of the time I get paid. It's hardly enough though. I only do it so I can keep food in my belly."

She chuckled softly at the black humor and then asked, "Why do you ask?"

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Her smile only broadened at the thought. Dangerous indeed, but her mother had done it without pay for over thirty years before she sacrificed herself to save her only child. The memory of that night stung Aimara like a wasp and faded her smile quickly.

"At least you know what you're doing. I'm running about with an enchanted sword that doesn't always do what I need it to do, hoping I don't get killed by the next demon I fight."

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"What do you mean by that? You're immortal?" The chance of such a thing was profound to Aimara, who had only thought immortality to be a thing of the afterlife or those blessed by gods. Well, that and otherworldly beings from the planes of hell. Demons always seemed to come back over and over again.

As she watched the heavens, however, she began to look for a specific star, one she'd seen for the first time the night after her mother had passed on. She'd always thought of it as her mother watching her, and she often would watch it from the time she could first see it at night till it set in the west.

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With her gaze still guided skyward, Aimara thought of what she'd been told.

"Not a privilege, huh? But think of all you could do! How did you come by such an ability, might I ask?" She had to admit to herself, the idea of being immortal was as great as it sounded. The ability to charge into battle without fear of death, to slay the demons who meant the world harm, and to make sure they never returned. Unfortunately, the thought was sobering. If she were to become and immortal, she would never die and see again her mother and father.

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For all of her thoughts on Roni, she had been as clueless as any to the hints as they were dropped. When told that Veronica was a demon, or part demon, at least, Aimara dropped her gaze from the sky and watched her warily.

"I...I guess not. But then again, most of those things are not so uncommon around here, so I..." She was trying to reason out why she hadn't seen the woman for what she was, but her arguments were weak. Almost as weak as herself, she thought. "If you're part demon, then why do other demons attack you? I thought all demons either worked together or avoided one another."

It was obvious that she still had some learning to do, but she'd done well by not trying to cut out Roni's heart then and there. If she had, that would likely have been the end of her.