Hell Hunter

((This roleplay is really open for any type of dark/light creatures. Vampires, werewolfs, angels, hunters...whatever you'd like to tie in with the story ^^))

"You know, if you weren't so cold you might actually find someone for yourself." A growl was heard before a female answered a the voice that only she seemed to hear, " I don't need anyone, now shut up. I'm not hear to listen to you say that I'm 'lonely'. I like being by myself thank you very much." That ended the argument as the voice simply sighed, but fell silent.

So who exactly were these two? Well we'll start with the one who began the argument. The voice in her head, that to everyone else, didn't even exist, so most just called her crazy. People had told her it was her sub-concious speaking to her, she just thought it was a wandering spirit who had nothing better to do than pester and bother her about her life...or the lack of.

Kit appeared to everyone the way she wanted to, cold, distant, and easily angered. Her hair was a dark blonde that fell straight, and thin halfway down her back. Her eyes were now a dark green, but when angry changed to their orignal crimson red. She dressed like a mortal, simply because the demon attire bothered her. She disliked dresses, or anything girly for that matter and the thought of wearing any skimpy leather made her shudder. She wore a pair of tight black jeans, plain black sneakers and a crimson tank top that clung to her curves. She had the build of someone who fought a lot, which is really all she ever did. Around her waist was a black sash that held two daggers. Demons in truth could use spells on their enemies but she had a thirst for hand on hand combat. Her daggers were pure silver daggers but she'd had dragons engraved into the blades so she'd like them more. She'd also added a few spells so they would inflict damage on other creatures.

A pair of black, bat like wings were folded against her back, they had a few rids and tears here and there, but what would you expect from a demon who loved to fight? When they weren't folded they expanded to about 6' and had a few streaks of red if you looked at them in certain ways. She'd earned her way to hell through the same way she lived her after life, killing. After a few years of listening to the damn voice in her head, she'd decided it was her turn to drive him crazy, and began slaughtering people she disliked. She had of course hoped that when she was finally caught and killed, the voice would leave her alone. However it had decided to stick around and see Satin's plans for her. They were simple, Kit didn't like being around the boring demons and gouls in hell, so he sent her back to the mortals world. She wasn't allowed to go on all out slaughters, was put in a brand new city and the biggest rule was that she could only kill what Satin had told her she could. To make up for limiting her fun? He'd given her a large house, with just about everything you could imagine in it. A pool in the backyard, a library, large kitchen, multiple bedrooms, large staircase, fire place in the living room, a piano, an art studio, everything he figured would keep her entertained when she wasn't killing and placed it back in the woods, a few minutes away from a fairly large and busy city.

One thing was for sure, she was sick of just about everything she killed. Mostly angels though, the damn 'things' just didn't know when to stop and leave her be. Vampires, werewolfs, gouls, they never came after her in revenge. Angels though...oh the obnoxious creatures just didn't know when to quit and let things go. She'd fought more angels sobbing over someone she'd killed already than she did angels who were just wandering around the city.

Looking up at her light blue two story house she sighed and pushing off the ground jumped up to sit on the roof and stare at the stars and moon. Today had been dull and un-eventful and she feared the night might end up being the same. All she wanted was to have some fun and spill some blood. It was her addiction. Pain, violence, blood, anything that got her adrenaline up and pushed her limits.