Kyra Streete

[Atrox]

Kyra Streete
Atrox
Age: 19
Born: May 17
Blood Type: O
Living Reciently moved out of her parents' house and has her own place on some land in the outskirts of the city.
She strives to be an interspecies police of sorts.

Name: Kyra Streete
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Psychic
Current Residence: Human World

Height: 5'6''
Weight: 120
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: blonde
Distinguishing Features:

A bite-like scar at the base of her neck.

Physical Description:

The wealth of her family has always made it easy for Kyra to look sharp. Seemingly always within the boundaries of fashion, when “off duty”, you rarely see her wearing anything that looks inexpensive. Perhaps this is where most people get that she’s “snobbish”, or, well, one place where they get it at least. She takes pride in how she looks which, again, might seem a bit strange for a demon hunter who could get their face sliced up at any given encounter. But she doesn’t mind wearing less-than things for the sake of progress and she’s good at disguises.

As Atrox, her long blonde hair is usually pulled up in a pony-tail or a messy bun to keep it out of the way for the most part. As Kyra, it’s style seems to change from day to day. She likes ribbons and headpieces, and it isn’t unoften you see her wearing a rolled up scarf of sorts working as a headband. The cut changes periodically as well. She seems to like it best when it extends just below her shoulder, but it’s been much longer and much shorter and she can‘t stand to keep it the same for long.

Her eyes are dark, a sharp contrast against her blond hair in a way. A very dark hazel color, almost black in certain lights. Her complexion is another thing that changes. She’s not one for tanning-beds so during the winter months her skin is usually fair. But she’s been a pool and water girl ever since she could remember and as a result of that in the summer she almost looks like a different person. She’s of an average height and build, though slender and athletic, especially due to the necessity of physical ability for what she does.

Likes:

♦Animals
♦Campfires
♦New sights
♦Stories
♦Children

Dislikes

♦Injustice
♦Cruelty
♦Suffering
♦Stupidity
♦macaroni and cheese

Personality:

Kind and sweet is the aura she radiates to almost everyone she meets in a natural setting. Bubbling with integrity and an inviting degree of friendliness, even the people who would like to label her a snob due to her upbringing are forced to bite their tongues or reconsider entirely. There is very much a nurturing side of her that she doesn’t keep concealed and she’s an absolute sucker for anything injured or furry. A bit angelic, some might say. Especially given her light appearance. A side of her may be much different from the one you see in mellow time but even so, she's, surprisingly, a bit sheltered. Though she has a great deal of common sense in a way that exceeds far beyond what anyone would consider “common” and the ability to explain herself in a non-threatening way.

That’s Kyra.

But this girl’s personality runs much deeper than that and in several complex ways, the girl described above being the tip of the iceburg and it’s difficult to tell how much more may lay beneath. It’s hard to know a girl like this in her normal existence then see her at “work”. More or less, she can be filtered into two different identities that she keeps up - in an attempt to keep things more simple for time‘s sake.. One of them being who she really is, Kyra, who she was born as, and Atrox: the demon hunter. Mostly this was brought about as an attempt to farther secure her family’s safety but also her own. An avid apparition slayer, this girl seems to turn like the flip of a switch when her sights redirect on something relevant to this. Much more quiet and reserved, and very quick to snarl back and hold her ground, Atrox seeks to hold her own in the direction she’s moving her “career”. Quick and ruthless, Atrox isn’t so much a fighter as she is a killer. Though, this isn’t like a split personality. Atrox is still very much Kyra, but Kyra is layered. She can’t stand to see pain or suffering. When she makes a kill it’s always quick, or quickly corrected. Fear for her race is what drives her. Demons are strong; humans are not. There are a few that she somewhat trusts, but it’s hard for her to trust them entirely. The foundations of her personality urns to trust, but better knowledge restrains it.

She's very sensitive to others' emotions and body language - sometimes taking advantage, but only when she has to. She's the kind of girl who is usually a pack runner, reveling in friendships and company, but not only would she be the one to notice someone off to themselves, but would leave her group to go sit with them because she thinks everyone should have a friend and be included in something. And she can't stand to see someone sad.

Atrox has a long fuse and it takes time to make her mad. Certain things set her off, of course. But in general, it takes a bit of effort. Once she's mad she's furious though. And just as it took a lot to get her that way it takes a lot to cool her down.

Class: Upper C
Abilities:

♦Stun Gun - A handgun-like weapon unlike your typical stun gun. It is developed to temporarily paralize a person's (or demon's) energy, bringing the abilities of anyone it hits to a lower C level. Though it doesn't last long, and after firing two shots, it takes a while to recharge...almost making it more of a liability than it's worth, but it's useful in some situations.
♦Ki Gun - A weapon that uses her energy as a bullet, only it sharpens and heightens it's power to something like a piercing lazor beam that slices through anything and anyone it touches.
♦Heightened Reflexes - she isn't fast on her feet, considering her class, but she can dodge stuff like nobody's business.
♦Stealth - Coming from training that anyone can achieve with time and patience, but Atrox can also surpress her energy to that of a small animal like a squirrel, making her hard to detect.
♦Combat skills - Extensive training

Family:

Mother, Father, extended family.

History:

As a little girl, her life went swimmingly. She never went without as she grew up, never lacked love or attention, never had a traumatic experience exceeding beyond her dog and great grandparent’s deaths. Her father was a doctor, her mother was a successful lawyer, and Kyra was an only child for the first 12 years of her life. That my friends, sets the stage for a hardcore brat-complex. It seems like it’d be hard to avoid it, but still, not so. Kyra has never been arrogant or selfish to a noticeable degree, even while operating in her wildest, darkest personality quirk. Church-based, orphan and other charities love her for her frequent donations but that was also a direct result of how she was raised. Be a good girl, they’d say. And she was - for the most part...

Kyra had always been drawn to danger, drawn to struggles, drawn to justice. Her childhood dream had always been to be in law enforcement. Kyra submerged herself in learning everything she could relating to the subject. Fighting styles of all kinds, shooting, laws. But her parents had been quick to put the dream down - or try to. “Why in the world would you want to get shot at?!” , “You can’t survive on that kind of salary.” , “You have no idea how wicked the world is, Sweetie.” , “You don’t want to see the things they see.”, “Why would you do that to us? These criminals will come back on your family.”. All of them seemed to fall on deaf ears except that last one. Kyra loves her family very much and the thought of endangering them immediately shut her down. So instead, she turned her attention to the fields they aimed her toward. Or, well…healthcare.

The thought of it sparked absolutely no interest. And she dreaded it when anyone brought it up. Kyra looked at it as just something she’d have to do. Go to school taking classes you hate, to get a job you hate, to get paid. Life itself seemed so…repetitive. And repetition to Kyra was a direct translation to boredom, which was a direct translation to depression. Go to school, go to work, come home, go to a movie, get married, have kids, kick them out, retire. There had to be something more to life than what she was seeing. She could barely stand the sight of a police officer on the street, or an ambulance rushing by, or a search and rescue team. They had the one thing she wanted that she couldn’t have. The only things that had been denied to her. Kyra had everything in life except a purpose. Except happiness.

Then the night came that changed everything. She and a date had gone to a 11 o’clock movie and were walking down the sidewalk to reach their parking space. It had been so dark, only the lights from cars and windows somewhat in the distance, as well as the theater sign, kept it from being completely black. Her date had taken full advantage of the creepiness and and the scary movie they’d just seen to start talking about ghosts and what not, trying to frighten her. Kyra hadn’t been too effected. She didn’t believe in ghosts and demons and stuff that could physically hurt you. But she played along to humor him never the less.

Suddenly, a blood curdling scream, accompanied by the scariest grunting she’d ever heard, came from an alleyway just ahead and they both stopped dead. A man in a business suit started to run out, his eyes wild with horror and blood covering his shredded clothes. He didn’t get completely out before something grabbed his leg, something with claws, and dragged him back in as he fought and screamed.

Kyra’s date grabbed her and tried to turn and run, doubtlessly the smart thing to do. But Kyra’s reflexes compelled her in a much different direction and she squirmed free from him and dashed to the alley, adrenalin roaring like mad. Call it bravery or call it ignorance - Kyra had never had to fear anything in her soft, sheltered life. And she stopped at the alley’s mouth and looked inside

Darkness, shadows, and the shimmer off the walls from something wet were the only things her eyes could recognize. Her date had long since fled, leaving her crazy self there but she didn‘t mind, and curiosity compelled her feet to move, into the dark.

Only the sound of her footsteps on the asphalt below and her heartbeat in her ears could be heard and she followed the trail of blood, something she’d never been exposed to before. It was like something out of a movie. Her shadow was in front of her from the light across the street from the alley, but suddenly she noticed it wasn’t alone.

She tried to whirl around but it was already too late. Arms wrapped around her with crushing strength, one around her stomach and the other went under her arm and across her chest to grab a choking hold on her throat. Its black fingernails were long, sharp claws, digging into her skin just enough to release small trickles of blood. ”Stupid girl.” He hissed in her ear. His breath was like rotting flesh and Kyra would never forget that smell.

Kyra screamed and struggled with everything she was worth despite his soothing tone to get her to calm. But even with the heightened strength of terror and adrenalin the demon wasn’t budged. It was like fighting against an iron wall. ”Shhh…” He said, moving his grip below her chin to tilt her head back to him. ”Just relax...” His mouth made a sudden move for her throat but she managed to move to the side, his teeth sinking into the base of her neck instead. But he didn’t seem to mind.

Blasts of light rang out with the shouts from the mouth of the alley, the demon gave an abnormal lurch, then a howl and released her, disappearing into the night. Kyra collapsed, fainting from pain and fear. The last thing she remembered seeing were three faces against the eerie night sky looking down at her.

She woke up in a hospital room, her neck heavily bandaged and stitched. They had found the remains of the man the monster had caught first and it wasn’t much. Nobody knew what it was, and it took Kyra weeks to get over it. But once she did, she knew what she was going to do with her life. Find out who saved her, what that monster was and kill it - AND its kind.

As time went by and Atrox was born, knowledge came along with her ventures. These were “demons” she were chasing. Demons with bodies, like a race of sorts. They had their own world and the morons in charge had decided it was safe to let the boundary down between the two. She roamed around from teacher to teacher, learning and developing techniques and energy to fight this little known battle to protect her kind.