Post by Ayita Hunt on Jan 17, 2018 21:41:20 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Ayita Chilam Hunt
Aliases:
Ayi, Liebling/Schatz (Darling/Babe; Used by her girlfriend Sieglinde)
Avatar Photo: Face Claim: Johnny Sequoyah
Age:
-19 (13 when outbreak started)
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Ayita stands at 5'3, she's lighter complected compared to her full blood native american family on her fathers side due to her mother being white, has frayed brown hair that reaches slightly past her shoulders that turns wavy when clean and dark brown eyes. She generally wears a black long sleeve shirt under a red and blue plaid button up with a pair of dark blue jeans that have long been mud stained in the knee's and legs, She wears a pair of blue Moab 2 Low cut Hiking Shoes to carry her long distances with
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- homeschooled student (8th grade level); farmers daughter
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Harrodsburg Kentucky USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alenia Adahy hunt (father; deceased)
- Abigail, Larson (mother;deceased)
- Ahanu Hunt (older brother; unknown)
- Bidziil Hunt (older brother; unknown)
- Hialeah Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Nanye Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Adahy Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Millie Fischer (Girlfriend; Alive, with her, NPC)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Homemade Bow and arrows made of local wood and rock from the woods surrounding her families farm along with a quiver made from cows hide (Arrow count: 15)
- Fathers SOG Survival Tomahawk
- Osprey Kestrel Thru Hiking pack
- Blade sharpener (in pack)
- four days worth of canned foods as emergency rations (in pack)
- 158OT Guthook Skinner Hunting Knife (in pack)
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Mode of transportation:
- Foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- resourceful; Ayita has spent nearly all her time after the end alone and thus has had to rely on herself and herself alone to keep herself happy. At the beginning it was hard but as she grew older it seemed to get easier, that feeling stuck with her and so she's become very resourceful when it comes to keeping herself emotionally and physically well.
- compassionate towards others; Over the years of being on her own Ayita has helped a decent number of people along her way, she doesn't tend to stay in a single place for long but where she does stay she helps people with any problem they may have.
- pleasant; Ayita is generally a happy and friendly person, She's very considerate of the people around her and is generally in a good mood with a smile on her face, she's pretty quiet but always seems to give off an approachable aura.
Speaks fluent German
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Indifferent; Ayita is very indifferent to what goes on around her, she blows through the wind letting the world take her where it pleases and this mindset carries over to dealing with people. She will be the last to be the one that makes a decision and would rather let others discuss plans while with groups.
- reticent; While Ayita is generally in a good mood she doesn't like the feeling of revealing her thoughts to others, it makes her feel vulnerable and thus she tends to avoid doing so altogether.
- pacifist; Ayita has never and will never enjoy harming her fellow humans, she reasons that killing walkers is a way of releasing the trapped soul within the melting skin on bones. When killing an animal she will always say a quiet thank you for them giving their life for her's, A prayer in a way.
- perfectionist; Ayita is a perfectionist through and through. Everything has to be the way she see's it in her mind which leads to her taking excessive amount of time when making things such as bows and tools.
- overly cautious; Mainly stemming from how hard of a sleeper she knows she is Ayita has become overly cautious when it comes to finding places to stay, the safer the better in the long run she often thinks but this leads to her stressing over little things and spending excessive time securing the place she has chosen to stay at any given time.
List 3 strengths:
- Farm Girl Extraordinaire; Being raised on a farm has it's benefits, especially one where your father always believed in providing the food that he served on his table, Ayita was taught as she grew up how to fish, hunt and farm to help bring in food for the family. She has kept these skills sharp after the end to support herself in her travels.
- It's good to be young; Ayita doesn't tire out easily, Maybe it's the youth, maybe it's the fact that a hard days work isn't anything new to her but it takes a lot to tire her.
- old world crafting; Ayita was raised by a traditional Native American family and so has had the old, hands on methods of creating tools that had been passed down through her family for generations, such as making arrows, bows, hammers and axes out of flint, wood and some sort of bonding stuck in her mind from a young age. This has made her very adaptive to her environment due to being able to make what she needs out of very little.
List 3 flaws:
- Heavy sleeper; Ayita will sleep like a log when she's in a place she sees as safe, she'll sleep through a tornado if you let her.
- Antsy; Ayita is always doing something, if she isn't doing anything with her hands or moving from place to place is bugs the hell out of her.
- vehophobia; Ayita refuses to get in a car, after hearing the stories of how her mother died she developed a certain type of fear of the machines, you never know what's going to happen when you're in them and she would whole heartedly take a week of walking over a few days of driving any day.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Ayita, the meaning of her name in the Cherokee language roughly translating to 'First to Dance' was the youngest in her family of six and the only one to still live at home, her oldest sister had just gotten married and her youngest just entered college, All of them seemed to want to escape the enclosed life of farming and hunting that their father so readily adhered to. Ayita on the other hand never minded it, Not in the least in fact. Maybe it was the fact she never really had a reason presented to her to give her a reason to want to see the world, maybe it was just the fact that she didn't exactly care whether or not she ever got out of the farm. How was she so different from the rest of her siblings? Well, that would be thanks to her father Alenia and the events surrounding her birth.
Ayita was delivered early, her mother being sent into labor prematurely after Abigail was involved in a car crash, Her father rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the news and as he arrived he was caught off guard by the sight that presented itself, His love lying there bruised and cut up while also going into labor and about to be rushed off somewhere, a quick kiss and she was gone; wisped away through the doors by gloves and puppy dog scrubs. Ayita's father spent that entire evening shifting and squirming in the cold leather of the waiting room, hoping and praying that this wouldn't say goodbye before even saying hello to his unborn child and his beloved. Minutes turned to hours as he waited for news, more than once asking himself what he would do if the worst was delivered to him at any moment.
Three hours later the news hit, Abigail had succumbed to her injuries...
The news hit her Ayita's father like a truck ramming into his chest, The woman he had dedicated the last three years of his life to was taken as sure as the river runs. But as he sat, his face buried in his hands the doctor that had delivered the word of the Galvladi'ehi began to deliver another another, his daughter was alive, Premature and still in the ICU but alive. It was at this moment she earned her name. Ayita, The first to take the dance of life from deaths hands.
Ayita's father never forgave the person that took his beloved from him and blamed the outside world for her loss and thus her early years where spent never leaving their family farm situated about two hours west of the town of Harrodsburg Kentucky, being the only mixed member of her family she always felt slightly odd being surrounded by full blood native american's but she was as loved as any of the others, maybe even more when she was younger. She never experienced the traditional school setting and as her siblings grew older she began to notice that they weren't exactly okay with this, they all seemed like they wanted more, wanted to see the world. Ayita watched as her family grow older, her father grow greyer and her world stay the same you would think she would think the same but she never did, she never found a reason to leave that seemingly small plot of land in the Kentucky landscape, The food was good, her fathers company was great and when she was there she felt closer to the mother she never was able to meet.
When Ayita turned eleven her father gave her a gift that meant the world to her, a bow and quiver made of woods that she had gathered the previous month, the reason she had done so was never brought to light as it would have ruined the surprise but as it rested in her hands and she felt the wood, the cloth wrapped around the middle to act as a grip and the string pulled Taut from each end. Around the quiver was wrapped something that Ayita didn't recognize around the tassels was strung beads from her late mother, The beads that more than usually draped around her neck stretched along a rope band. she would treasure it forever.
Ayita kept her mind on her work most of the time, school work, farm work and training in some of the more traditional matters passed down through her father consumed her childhood, As she grew older and her siblings began to move on she wondered what she would do, what would happen to the farm if she left? why would she leave in the first place? they moved out and she remained, she felt she needed to stay to keep not only her fathers legacy as the farm had been passed down through the family for generations but also to her late mother, this was her home before she even existed and Ayita planned to keep it that way.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day started like any other, Ayita pulled herself out of bed, got dressed and stepped out the door to start her morning chores. She noticed that the house was oddly quiet that particular day. Her father was known for repeating the same greeting every day without fail as he stood with his cup of coffee in the kitchen near the door leading out of the house, but as she passed through the house, her moccasins lightly pattering on the floor and the dim light of morning peering through the windows nothing but silence was heard.
Sliding her feet into her work shoes, a pair of hiking sneakers her older brother had given her for her thirteenth birthday a few months prior Ayita glanced one last time around the kitchen for a sign of her father, He wasn't on the porch, nor was he in the field, nor the woods near the backyard. She made her way to check the barn last and that's where he saw them, ghouls with blood all over their face and hands, dripping down their fronts and gorging themselves on something in front of her, unbeknownst to Ayita at the time there meal was in fact her father, his body mangled and torn beyond recognition as the three ghouls ate away even more. A shout crept it's way out of her mouth at the apparent murderers that stood before her, their soulless eyes stared back at her for what felt like an eternity before either of them moved, their mouths ajar ever so slightly showing the scraps of meet and guts that clung to their teeth.
Ayita ran, slamming the barn door behind her as the trio began to make their way towards her and their full forms where revealed to her, one was missing an arm, the other missing his entire frontal midsection and the third had a jaw just clinging by the flesh and muscle. Ayita darted back across the field and slammed the back door of her house shut again, where was her father? What where those things? what happened to them? These where the questions that ran through her mind as she looked through the window and watched the trio fall over each other as the door of the barn slide open before them.
Ayita made her way to her room and grabbed her bow and quiver that lay against her wall she made her way back to the kitchen, the three where now pounding on the back door, Ayita's heart bounded like a drum against her chest as she watched the door give under the weight, The latch was broken, had been for months but neither her nor her father ever paid it much mind, Now she was wishing they had as literal monsters climbed through the hole clawing towards her. Steadying her bow Ayita loosed three of her arrows into their heads, the sight of them made her stomach churn and bubble and as their motions ceased she lost it. What little she had eaten that morning as she made her way out the door lay on the floor in front of her now, bits of toast swam in fluids she refused to identify, What's going on? Where's dad? Who.. No. What are these things? she asked herself as she made her way back out the door to check and see what the fourth figure, the three others dinner was and if he too had decided to stand up and begin to walk again.
Pushing the door open slightly further than the three had left it she made her way towards the back wall of the barn where the figure was last seen, seeing a blood trail lead off towards one of the far corners, on further investigation Ayita saw feet sticking out from behind a haybale, a small growl echoed in her ears as she rounded the corner, as the figure came into full view Ayita realized why she couldn't find her father, realized why she hadn't seen him enjoying his cup of coffee as she made her way through the kitchen. Whatever those things where had not only killed him and begun to eat him but whatever they where he now became. The sight of it broke Ayita's heart, broke her spirit. The first to dance sure didn't feel like dancing anymore. She ran back to the house and jumped over the bodies that now adorned her kitchen floor and back to her room, tears in her eyes as she slammed it shut and twisted the lock on the doorknob. Alone, scared and destroyed the young girl from kentucky sobbed, the morning lightly showing gently through her window and illuminating her cheek, the glisten of sunlight off a tear accompanied the only sound that quiet house would ever hear again.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- After days of pulling herself together and falling apart time after time Ayita finally managed to find the courage to pull herself from her bed, sulking down the hallway she was greeted by the smell of death and decay from the bodies left in the kitchen, She couldn't stay here, there was nothing left for her here. She gathered what she could after that, spent a few more trying to tare herself from the place that had been her home for thirteen years, the place all of her happy memories came from, the place her dear mother and father fell in love and thus the house she has to thank for everything she is and stands for. With a heavy heart she dredged down the road leading away from their house, her fathers hiking pack pulled tight around her shoulders, bow in hand and quiver sliding down her right arm she began her long, and seemingly never ending journey.
As the years came and went Ayita learned to live with the lose of her family, to cherish the good times and the hope that not all of her family was gone, she still hadn't found a trace of the rest of her siblings and she vowed to never stop believing their alive until she saw proof to tell her otherwise, she drifted like a leaf of the wind through Kentucky, sometimes passing the state boarder for a few months but never straying too far away from her old home for the first year or so, the ghouls had grown in number and seemed to favor cities so she began to avoid them as much as possible in her travels, only venturing in when she needed something man made for some reason or another.
She met a few people along the way, some formed strongholds in which she was more than happy to aid in the setting up of, safe places where hard to come by these days. But she never stayed, never found a reason to that was and so throughout the years strongholds came, and Ayita went. groups came and Ayita went. Four years this cycle continued, four years she met and she parted ways. Reaching the town of Glasgow, Ayita, now an ever so slightly taller seventeen year old had seen men around town, she hadn't run into very many nar do wells and thus had no reason to think henceforth of them, She followed them as they returned to their safehouse outside of town and approached in the hope of finding a place to settle, at least for a time. Unfortunately for the young girl these men where in fact the nar do wells she thrust out of her mind and as they welcomed her in the thought that the next thing she would see would be the inside of a dark room with a locked door and no where to go was the furthest thing from her mind, she laughed at one of the men's jokes. If only she had known.. If only she had a way out.
- Ayita Chilam Hunt
Aliases:
Ayi, Liebling/Schatz (Darling/Babe; Used by her girlfriend Sieglinde)
Avatar Photo: Face Claim: Johnny Sequoyah
Age:
-19 (13 when outbreak started)
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Ayita stands at 5'3, she's lighter complected compared to her full blood native american family on her fathers side due to her mother being white, has frayed brown hair that reaches slightly past her shoulders that turns wavy when clean and dark brown eyes. She generally wears a black long sleeve shirt under a red and blue plaid button up with a pair of dark blue jeans that have long been mud stained in the knee's and legs, She wears a pair of blue Moab 2 Low cut Hiking Shoes to carry her long distances with
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- homeschooled student (8th grade level); farmers daughter
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Harrodsburg Kentucky USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alenia Adahy hunt (father; deceased)
- Abigail, Larson (mother;deceased)
- Ahanu Hunt (older brother; unknown)
- Bidziil Hunt (older brother; unknown)
- Hialeah Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Nanye Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Adahy Hunt (older sister; unknown)
- Millie Fischer (Girlfriend; Alive, with her, NPC)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Homemade Bow and arrows made of local wood and rock from the woods surrounding her families farm along with a quiver made from cows hide (Arrow count: 15)
Items (clothing, backpacks, fir-aid kits, etc...):
- Osprey Kestrel Thru Hiking pack
- Blade sharpener (in pack)
- four days worth of canned foods as emergency rations (in pack)
- 158OT Guthook Skinner Hunting Knife (in pack)
-
Mode of transportation:
- Foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- resourceful; Ayita has spent nearly all her time after the end alone and thus has had to rely on herself and herself alone to keep herself happy. At the beginning it was hard but as she grew older it seemed to get easier, that feeling stuck with her and so she's become very resourceful when it comes to keeping herself emotionally and physically well.
- compassionate towards others; Over the years of being on her own Ayita has helped a decent number of people along her way, she doesn't tend to stay in a single place for long but where she does stay she helps people with any problem they may have.
- pleasant; Ayita is generally a happy and friendly person, She's very considerate of the people around her and is generally in a good mood with a smile on her face, she's pretty quiet but always seems to give off an approachable aura.
Speaks fluent German
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Indifferent; Ayita is very indifferent to what goes on around her, she blows through the wind letting the world take her where it pleases and this mindset carries over to dealing with people. She will be the last to be the one that makes a decision and would rather let others discuss plans while with groups.
- reticent; While Ayita is generally in a good mood she doesn't like the feeling of revealing her thoughts to others, it makes her feel vulnerable and thus she tends to avoid doing so altogether.
- pacifist; Ayita has never and will never enjoy harming her fellow humans, she reasons that killing walkers is a way of releasing the trapped soul within the melting skin on bones. When killing an animal she will always say a quiet thank you for them giving their life for her's, A prayer in a way.
- perfectionist; Ayita is a perfectionist through and through. Everything has to be the way she see's it in her mind which leads to her taking excessive amount of time when making things such as bows and tools.
- overly cautious; Mainly stemming from how hard of a sleeper she knows she is Ayita has become overly cautious when it comes to finding places to stay, the safer the better in the long run she often thinks but this leads to her stressing over little things and spending excessive time securing the place she has chosen to stay at any given time.
List 3 strengths:
- Farm Girl Extraordinaire; Being raised on a farm has it's benefits, especially one where your father always believed in providing the food that he served on his table, Ayita was taught as she grew up how to fish, hunt and farm to help bring in food for the family. She has kept these skills sharp after the end to support herself in her travels.
- It's good to be young; Ayita doesn't tire out easily, Maybe it's the youth, maybe it's the fact that a hard days work isn't anything new to her but it takes a lot to tire her.
- old world crafting; Ayita was raised by a traditional Native American family and so has had the old, hands on methods of creating tools that had been passed down through her family for generations, such as making arrows, bows, hammers and axes out of flint, wood and some sort of bonding stuck in her mind from a young age. This has made her very adaptive to her environment due to being able to make what she needs out of very little.
List 3 flaws:
- Heavy sleeper; Ayita will sleep like a log when she's in a place she sees as safe, she'll sleep through a tornado if you let her.
- Antsy; Ayita is always doing something, if she isn't doing anything with her hands or moving from place to place is bugs the hell out of her.
- vehophobia; Ayita refuses to get in a car, after hearing the stories of how her mother died she developed a certain type of fear of the machines, you never know what's going to happen when you're in them and she would whole heartedly take a week of walking over a few days of driving any day.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Ayita, the meaning of her name in the Cherokee language roughly translating to 'First to Dance' was the youngest in her family of six and the only one to still live at home, her oldest sister had just gotten married and her youngest just entered college, All of them seemed to want to escape the enclosed life of farming and hunting that their father so readily adhered to. Ayita on the other hand never minded it, Not in the least in fact. Maybe it was the fact she never really had a reason presented to her to give her a reason to want to see the world, maybe it was just the fact that she didn't exactly care whether or not she ever got out of the farm. How was she so different from the rest of her siblings? Well, that would be thanks to her father Alenia and the events surrounding her birth.
Ayita was delivered early, her mother being sent into labor prematurely after Abigail was involved in a car crash, Her father rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the news and as he arrived he was caught off guard by the sight that presented itself, His love lying there bruised and cut up while also going into labor and about to be rushed off somewhere, a quick kiss and she was gone; wisped away through the doors by gloves and puppy dog scrubs. Ayita's father spent that entire evening shifting and squirming in the cold leather of the waiting room, hoping and praying that this wouldn't say goodbye before even saying hello to his unborn child and his beloved. Minutes turned to hours as he waited for news, more than once asking himself what he would do if the worst was delivered to him at any moment.
Three hours later the news hit, Abigail had succumbed to her injuries...
The news hit her Ayita's father like a truck ramming into his chest, The woman he had dedicated the last three years of his life to was taken as sure as the river runs. But as he sat, his face buried in his hands the doctor that had delivered the word of the Galvladi'ehi began to deliver another another, his daughter was alive, Premature and still in the ICU but alive. It was at this moment she earned her name. Ayita, The first to take the dance of life from deaths hands.
Ayita's father never forgave the person that took his beloved from him and blamed the outside world for her loss and thus her early years where spent never leaving their family farm situated about two hours west of the town of Harrodsburg Kentucky, being the only mixed member of her family she always felt slightly odd being surrounded by full blood native american's but she was as loved as any of the others, maybe even more when she was younger. She never experienced the traditional school setting and as her siblings grew older she began to notice that they weren't exactly okay with this, they all seemed like they wanted more, wanted to see the world. Ayita watched as her family grow older, her father grow greyer and her world stay the same you would think she would think the same but she never did, she never found a reason to leave that seemingly small plot of land in the Kentucky landscape, The food was good, her fathers company was great and when she was there she felt closer to the mother she never was able to meet.
When Ayita turned eleven her father gave her a gift that meant the world to her, a bow and quiver made of woods that she had gathered the previous month, the reason she had done so was never brought to light as it would have ruined the surprise but as it rested in her hands and she felt the wood, the cloth wrapped around the middle to act as a grip and the string pulled Taut from each end. Around the quiver was wrapped something that Ayita didn't recognize around the tassels was strung beads from her late mother, The beads that more than usually draped around her neck stretched along a rope band. she would treasure it forever.
Ayita kept her mind on her work most of the time, school work, farm work and training in some of the more traditional matters passed down through her father consumed her childhood, As she grew older and her siblings began to move on she wondered what she would do, what would happen to the farm if she left? why would she leave in the first place? they moved out and she remained, she felt she needed to stay to keep not only her fathers legacy as the farm had been passed down through the family for generations but also to her late mother, this was her home before she even existed and Ayita planned to keep it that way.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day started like any other, Ayita pulled herself out of bed, got dressed and stepped out the door to start her morning chores. She noticed that the house was oddly quiet that particular day. Her father was known for repeating the same greeting every day without fail as he stood with his cup of coffee in the kitchen near the door leading out of the house, but as she passed through the house, her moccasins lightly pattering on the floor and the dim light of morning peering through the windows nothing but silence was heard.
Sliding her feet into her work shoes, a pair of hiking sneakers her older brother had given her for her thirteenth birthday a few months prior Ayita glanced one last time around the kitchen for a sign of her father, He wasn't on the porch, nor was he in the field, nor the woods near the backyard. She made her way to check the barn last and that's where he saw them, ghouls with blood all over their face and hands, dripping down their fronts and gorging themselves on something in front of her, unbeknownst to Ayita at the time there meal was in fact her father, his body mangled and torn beyond recognition as the three ghouls ate away even more. A shout crept it's way out of her mouth at the apparent murderers that stood before her, their soulless eyes stared back at her for what felt like an eternity before either of them moved, their mouths ajar ever so slightly showing the scraps of meet and guts that clung to their teeth.
Ayita ran, slamming the barn door behind her as the trio began to make their way towards her and their full forms where revealed to her, one was missing an arm, the other missing his entire frontal midsection and the third had a jaw just clinging by the flesh and muscle. Ayita darted back across the field and slammed the back door of her house shut again, where was her father? What where those things? what happened to them? These where the questions that ran through her mind as she looked through the window and watched the trio fall over each other as the door of the barn slide open before them.
Ayita made her way to her room and grabbed her bow and quiver that lay against her wall she made her way back to the kitchen, the three where now pounding on the back door, Ayita's heart bounded like a drum against her chest as she watched the door give under the weight, The latch was broken, had been for months but neither her nor her father ever paid it much mind, Now she was wishing they had as literal monsters climbed through the hole clawing towards her. Steadying her bow Ayita loosed three of her arrows into their heads, the sight of them made her stomach churn and bubble and as their motions ceased she lost it. What little she had eaten that morning as she made her way out the door lay on the floor in front of her now, bits of toast swam in fluids she refused to identify, What's going on? Where's dad? Who.. No. What are these things? she asked herself as she made her way back out the door to check and see what the fourth figure, the three others dinner was and if he too had decided to stand up and begin to walk again.
Pushing the door open slightly further than the three had left it she made her way towards the back wall of the barn where the figure was last seen, seeing a blood trail lead off towards one of the far corners, on further investigation Ayita saw feet sticking out from behind a haybale, a small growl echoed in her ears as she rounded the corner, as the figure came into full view Ayita realized why she couldn't find her father, realized why she hadn't seen him enjoying his cup of coffee as she made her way through the kitchen. Whatever those things where had not only killed him and begun to eat him but whatever they where he now became. The sight of it broke Ayita's heart, broke her spirit. The first to dance sure didn't feel like dancing anymore. She ran back to the house and jumped over the bodies that now adorned her kitchen floor and back to her room, tears in her eyes as she slammed it shut and twisted the lock on the doorknob. Alone, scared and destroyed the young girl from kentucky sobbed, the morning lightly showing gently through her window and illuminating her cheek, the glisten of sunlight off a tear accompanied the only sound that quiet house would ever hear again.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- After days of pulling herself together and falling apart time after time Ayita finally managed to find the courage to pull herself from her bed, sulking down the hallway she was greeted by the smell of death and decay from the bodies left in the kitchen, She couldn't stay here, there was nothing left for her here. She gathered what she could after that, spent a few more trying to tare herself from the place that had been her home for thirteen years, the place all of her happy memories came from, the place her dear mother and father fell in love and thus the house she has to thank for everything she is and stands for. With a heavy heart she dredged down the road leading away from their house, her fathers hiking pack pulled tight around her shoulders, bow in hand and quiver sliding down her right arm she began her long, and seemingly never ending journey.
As the years came and went Ayita learned to live with the lose of her family, to cherish the good times and the hope that not all of her family was gone, she still hadn't found a trace of the rest of her siblings and she vowed to never stop believing their alive until she saw proof to tell her otherwise, she drifted like a leaf of the wind through Kentucky, sometimes passing the state boarder for a few months but never straying too far away from her old home for the first year or so, the ghouls had grown in number and seemed to favor cities so she began to avoid them as much as possible in her travels, only venturing in when she needed something man made for some reason or another.
She met a few people along the way, some formed strongholds in which she was more than happy to aid in the setting up of, safe places where hard to come by these days. But she never stayed, never found a reason to that was and so throughout the years strongholds came, and Ayita went. groups came and Ayita went. Four years this cycle continued, four years she met and she parted ways. Reaching the town of Glasgow, Ayita, now an ever so slightly taller seventeen year old had seen men around town, she hadn't run into very many nar do wells and thus had no reason to think henceforth of them, She followed them as they returned to their safehouse outside of town and approached in the hope of finding a place to settle, at least for a time. Unfortunately for the young girl these men where in fact the nar do wells she thrust out of her mind and as they welcomed her in the thought that the next thing she would see would be the inside of a dark room with a locked door and no where to go was the furthest thing from her mind, she laughed at one of the men's jokes. If only she had known.. If only she had a way out.