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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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After assuring that Veronica was seated and wasn't going to collapse, Aimara stood and retrieved her blade, the dull edge scraping against the stone floor and leaving a light streak of dust from the floor.

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Aimara was about to put her sword back through the leather loop on her hip, but as tempers escalated, she swung it upwards between them, the dull blade passing slowly and noisily through the air with a dull whoosh.

"Look, you two. Stop fighting, or someone's going to get hurt. So one book would aid him, that being Roni's, but what good would the records do him? And why, in all my years of what I thought was life, did I not know that I died at the age of six?" Her last question was aimed rather poignantly at David, though she wasn't sure he would know.

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The doors of Gambit's popped open quickly, letting in a brisk flow of chill nighttime air as an attractive woman stepped into the bar. She walked with ease, though she did seem a bit hesitant to be back here, of all places. Of course, it could have all been a ruse. It was hard to tell when her clothing was what it was. And yet, even if it were a ruse, the thick stone blade, held by a simple leather strap at her waist, showed that she wasn't completely helpless.

She looked around as she walked, her eyes darting from thing to thing as she tried to figure out if she knew anyone. Seeing no familiar faces, something she was incredibly glad for, the woman made her way to an somewhat out of the way table, intent on simply trying to avoid anyone she knew. Whether or not that meant she didn't want to talk...Well, that was something to be found out.

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Aimara looked up at the hooded boy who seemed to have decided to try and talk to her. Should she trust him? Could she trust him? She really didn't know, nor was she entirely certain if she was ready to try the risks of meeting and talking to a complete stranger. The last time it had happened had not ended well. Her green eyes rose and looked into his.

"Lost? Oh, no. I'm aware of what and where Gambit's happens to be. Then again, I doubt that I belong here much anymore. It's a bit hard to go and try to save the world from demons and other such spawn of evil when they can simply overwhelm even the hardiest of fighter with a simple snap of their fingers." Her voice was smooth, holding obvious hurt though she tried to cover it as best she could by speaking so caustically about her own line of work.

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She raised an eyebrow as his hood fell back. He wasn't entirely her type, but he wasn't exactly a leper, either. She couldn't quite place where he might have come from, though, as she'd never known someone to be so wholly...brown. It was as if he had been simply made from a brick of chocolate, carved from simplicity into a living, breathing being. Of course, had that actually been the case, she would have considered him an abomination and tried to end his existence there, but she suspected he was flesh and blood.

"Are you now?" She put her arm on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand while she watched him. "How so? Sure, you may be on a downswing, but being in a similar position to me would be rather extraordinary, by my own measure."

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"You hunt demons as well, do you? Well then, since you're new to Gambit's, let me let you in on a little secret. Most any day of the week that you stop by here, there's some kind of demon among the patrons. They might be full, half, or simply share a demon's blood, but they're all scum. Each and every one ought to be taken from the light of day and the dark of the night. None should be allowed to live as we do."

She leaned back, her eyebrows having angled downwards into a wide "v" in her distaste. She mulled his words over in her head, thinking the rest of them through before saying anything more.

"Sure, there are things bothering me, but there are things bothering everyone. I'm not that much different from any other human being that's been born on this planet."

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Aimara pulled the stone blade from her hip and laid it on the table. It was a bit shorter than a normal sword, and incredibly thick. The stone was a light blue in color, with crystalline grains visible throughout both the blade and hilt. The most intriguing thing about it, though, was that it appeared to have been carved as a single piece, not put together afterwards.

"You find me a demon who's good, and be able to prove it over a lifetime, and I might, might begin to think it's possible. Until then, I don't hesitate. It's not how I was taught to deal with them, and I'm not planning on changing my ways any time soon. Course...I could can always stay my blade's lethality, should I feel the need. But yes, whenever I stand against a demon, I strike first, then question."

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She laughed a harsh bark of a laugh. Why would she ever need anything more than what sat before her on the table? Or... Well, he wouldn't know. She shouldn't have expected him to, regardless, but she had.

"Sorry. I forget that not everyone has heard of these sorts of blades. They're stone, aye, but not a one is simply that. As hard as it may be for you to believe, this is all I use. It was all my mother used too, up until she gave her life trying to save my home from a demon who'd gotten out of control. As for what I choose to fight, I figured I'd been quite clear on that. If demonic blood runs in their veins, I put it as my duty to remove them from this realm."

She shrugged, as though this were something that shouldn't be harder than ordering a drink. She put the sword back on her hip, the weight familiar as it tugged on the belt around her waist.

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"I didn't say that. People sin, and that's their problem. Demons are simply pure evil, brought to physical form to wreak havoc and sow chaos. they have no place in the natural order of things and, as such burrs in the otherwise smooth line of life, they must be removed. As for hitting you with my sword, I'm not so terribly inclined on hitting innocents with something like that. I do my best to avoid hurting those with whom I hold no quarrel."

She smiled a bit, then looked at the table. The old wood was smooth and clean, save for a knot or two. She laid a delicate finger on one of the dark spots and began to simply trace the tip over the whorls and twists in the wood.

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She chuckled a bit, but didn't look away from the table. He was such a talker, but that wasn't really a bad thing to her. And he wanted to know about her hobbies? By the gods themselves, even she wasn't sure of everything she enjoyed doing. She'd spent so much of her life training and hunting demons and other evils that she'd never really loosened up and simply had a bit of fun. Well...that wasn't entirely true. She shook her head to dash away the memories.

"Well, my name will have to do, then, considering I'm not one for a hobby, unless training counts." She looked up, her green eyes glinting lightly in the bar's lighting. "I'm Aimara Velkos."

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Aimara watched as the newcomer stepped out from the hotel. She found him intriguing, but nothing more. Perhaps she'd say hello later on, but now certainly wasn't the time. She looked back at the swarthy man opposite her table, trying to catch his gaze with hers. Much as she wanted to deny it to those she talked to, when she talked to them, she did allow her mind to wander sometimes.

"Medicine? Flowers? I don't think I could ever find myself doing something so...civil. And I appreciate the compliment, but I can't possibly return it if I never hear the name you've been given. Plus, you're a man. Surely you've got some questions in that head of yours that might pertain to this sort of situation."

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She smiled politely and held her thin hand out to him. Although normally she might have curtsied or bowed to him, she felt that it might be a bit much. The poor boy seemed distraught enough already, and she didn't need him to simply run. She was, though she'd deny it, enjoying herself a bit for the first time in several months.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vetis," she said, adding an unintentional inflection on the 'i', making it sound more like an 'e' than anything. "As for asking questions, I'm sure that there's something that's on your mind." She leaned forwards a bit, once more resting her chin in her palm, though this had the profound effect of showing her chest off more than she ever would have wanted. For all the practical reason she wore her clothing, she couldn't help but feel a bit...disgusting while wearing it. If clerical robes had allowed her to fight as well as she did in these clothes, she'd have worn the heavy robes any day.

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She leaned back and giggled before kicking the other chair from under the table. She didn't kick it hard, but as it slid out to him, she nodded down at it, indicating that he should join her in sitting. Not one for being subtle, she decided she might as well answer his questions while he still had some.

"Well, I'm not so sure I could take that in the wrong way. How many ways can that question be taken, honestly? Don't worry about it, though. I'm not really all that dangerous. Just a bit...a bit hard to get to know. But back to the question. I think I would say I enjoy oatmeal the most. Especially on a cold morning, with just a bit of honey and maple sap in it. Odd, I'm sure, but that's the truth of it."

She looked up at the bartender as he walked over, not bothering to get angry at the factt hat he seemed to only have come over to address Vetis.

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She watched in silence as the Vetis ordered himself something to drink. At the notion of him buying her something to eat, oatmeal no less, she couldn't help but giggle. There was something endearing about the offer, but she'd eaten before coming by so she made sure she was polite.

"No thanks. I appreciate it, but I ate before coming by, figuring I'd end up trying to drink myself into a stupor. Things happened, plans changed, and instead of knocking myself out of a hard drink, I'm talking to you. So, let's see. Where were we again? Oh yes, something about it being my turn to ask the questions, I believe." She grinned and winked at him deviously, as if they were sharing something secret though no such thing existed between them.

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Aimara smiled as she noticed the slight darkening in his cheeks. It wasn't something she tended to notice, but she realized that he was nervous to be around her. She once been told she was beautiful, but she'd never tried to make herself presentable by any means, aside, perhaps with the exception of her clothing, and even that was something she didn't actually want.

"You can relax, you know. I'm not going to hurt you unless you try something absolutely foolish. I told you, I'm nowhere near as dangerous as I make myself out to be. I...I put on a bit of a show to keep myself safe." She shook her head. "Sorry, no need to talk about such silly things. As I was, then. So, where are you from, Vetis? I assume not Wing City, considering you said you were new to a place as infamous as Gambit's."

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She was all smiles, but as he began to ask her such serious questions, her lips lowered slowly. She wasn't sure where he was planning on taking this, but she couldn't help but enjoy the pressure of his hand on hers for the split second there had been contact. Things had almost seemed...normal.

"Of course not. I'm honor-bound to speak as much of the truth as is needed, though that's not to say I can't avoid answering things, if I don't want to. But no, I would not lie or hide something from you. Why do you ask, Vetis?"

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The demon huntress watched him carefully, a flicker of fear crossing her face as the anger and rage flitted through his eyes. She rarely, if ever, saw such a thing so clearly, but this was one of those times, and she had to act properly about it. She listened patiently as he told her something that, she suspected, he'd kept to himself for more than a long time. the sense of importance and weight his words carried was...well, it was enough to set her mind racing through a thousand thousand possibilities. And yet, it didn't sound quite so different from her own tale, though there were key differences in every tale.

"Not if what I know is true. Vengeance is a righteous cause when the death that is to be given is to those who are evil. That is why I fear no punishment in the life after this for my actions, for I know that for every demon that falls to my blade, another soul is kept safe from entering the afterlife, only to be greeted by torment and evil. I know the urgency and the need to do something when someone dear is taken from you, but now that the deed is done, you must be careful. Although I think that cause is true and that your heart is pure, even those of us who happen to be worthy of a cause can fall astray."

She touched his hand lightly with the tips of her fingers.

"Like you, I have withheld some information from you. I did meet with and talk to a demon-blooded person once. She...She was as noble a person as ever could be found, and the strengths that her blood gave her were put to use in slaying those that shared a trait with her. Rather than hate herself, she turned on those who followed in the footsteps and brought chaos to the world. As much as I hate demonkind, I could not hate her. I could not bring myself to find her repugnant. She...She was like a sister to me, by the end of things."

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She closed her eyes in thought at this, letting the idea wash over her a few times before she even came close to deciding on what to do. Her hand slid back across the table, the roughness on her fingertips giving her something keep in mind alongside the idea of him being half demon. She opened her startling green eyes and looked at him carefully.

"I understand. And..." She sighed, then put a hand on the hilt of her blade. She drew it slowly, looking at the thick, blue-gray blade solemnly before laying it on the table. "And you should worry. I couldn't have harmed you, anyways. Unless I thought of you as evil, this thing would hardly hurt you."

She smiled weakly, then shrugged, setting her hand within easy reach of his, though not directly beside it.

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She raised an eyebrow before responding.

"Do you think I'd still be here if I did? Human may be confusing beyond belief, but we do have some tendencies that stay the same over time." She chuckled and pushed her hand under his a bit more. "Plus, I enjoy watching you squirm when I make you nervous. It's...cute."

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"Well...I could be terribly cruel to you, you know." She grinned and then pulled his head up, placing it just behind her ear so that his fingers wove through her hair a bit. She leaned forwards, and began to speak in a much softer voice.

"I could just lean in like this, just take things up to the brink. Right up to the point where people normally...just...stop talking and...well..." She grinned, then suddenly pulled back, guiding his hand out form behind her head. "And tease you until no end. Just because I don't approve of how much skin I show doesn't mean i don't know how to try and use it."

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She blushed, then tried to cope with what was happening, and failed. With a grin, she pulled back and stood up, though not without letting her finger play across his in parting.

"How about I give it a bit of thought first, eh? No need to rush. Plus, I'm sure I'll stop by here often enough to catch you sometime soon. Otherwise...Well, otherwise you can find me out in the woods, usually. As for now, I've got to say goodnight. Until another time, though?"

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She leaned against him, her arms wrapping around hims slightly before she blushed a deeper shade of maroon at the thought of how close she was to him. She smiled at the thought of having 'caught' him and his phrasing, but she couldn't help but need to run things through her mind.

"I may have, but I think I need to catch myself before I decide something like this. How about this: Give me three days, maximum, to come up with a decision. After that, we'll see what happens, alright?" She looked up at him, then gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "But I must be going. I have to go and collect Solaris petals, which only bloom in the light of the moon. Remember, three days. I'll find you, or you find me. One way or another, you'll have you answer by then."

She pulled away and then grabbed her blade, sliding it into the loop on her belt slowly before walking over to the door. She looked back, gave Vetis a wink, and then strode into the black of the night.

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Aimara was sitting by a small campfire, her hands angled towards it to warm while she simply waited and watched her surroundings. Things had seemed safe enough for her to camp here for the night, and she'd even begun to think of making a more permanent camp here for later use. She'd worked most of the day in preparation for the future structures she would need, such as a water-hole, a small lean-to, and the firepit, of course. Then she heard the snap of twigs and branches from beyond her fire.

Immediately she was on the alert, going so far as to draw her thick, stone blade and scurry her way up a low-branched tree. As she watched, she began to see a darker shadow in the trees just beyond the pool of firelight int he small clearing.