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Name: Amber Tyson
Age: 24
Personality: Amber is quick to pull the trigger in situations, often opting for a quick solution than a long term set back. She prefers to fly solo, to both keep her focused and to eliminate harm to others.
Brief History: Amber began hunting alongside her brother some years ago, but soon took over and earned her place.



It was getting darker now. They'd all be out again soon, hunting. It was the perfect time to go looking for them, to find them and attack. It would be now or never, and she knew that. Amber lifted herself out of her chair and pulled on her jacket. It wouldn't take her that long to get ready; not as long as people would expect. In all her experience, as limited as it was, she'd realised it was be ready or die. She'd have to be ready or risk losing the catch of a lifetime. The girl zipped up the water resistant fabric up and pulled her hair back up into a pony tail before heaving her bag over her shoulder.


The bag she carried was a strong canvas material. It bulged in strange ways, the heavy clunking of metal on plastic was perhaps the most obvious feature of the accessory. Amber carried it out the door and slung it into the back seat of her car. It wouldn't be a long journey to the city limits, in fact it was only around a ten minute journey. During that time, she felt herself slip into her usual working manner- kill or be killed. She knew her place in their word, she was public enemy number one and today she was showing her face.

She pulled off the highway and down towards the lake. The public parks were a safe heaven for them to hunt. A place they could go without worry. It's where she would strike. Once she'd pulled up, she adjusted her hair, pulled her weapons from her bag, a pistol, attached to her thigh, a bow and quiver - it had come in handy on several occasions and she felt that giving it up would kill her- and finally her rifle. She knew the other hunters had better equipment and more money, but she was capable of working with minimal gear. She checked the darkness before stepping out and locking her car behind her. She then set off down the footpath.

Amber walked quietly, knowing they could smell her before she'd be able to see them. She looked left and right, slowly making her way down to the lake with her rifle aimed before her.