Name: Alvetta Voss
Faceclaim: Inbar Lavi
Gender & Pronouns: Cis-Female & She/Her
Age: 32
Occupation: Owner of Daisy
Species: Hunter
Affiliation: N/A
+ Lighthearted, Able-bodied, Quick Thinking
- Pushover, Floater, Deceiver
Take things seriously, Vetty. Take life seriously.
It was words she heard constantly growing up. A sentence said sternly to her, with a furrowed forehead and worry in their eyes. Both her parents told that to her, but more often than not, it was her mother. She was the hunter in the family. Grandparents killed by werewolves, parents killed by vampires. If you asked Alvettaâs mother, they had enemies everywhere. There was not a moment in time you could take a second to rest, a second to look around. In other words, there was never a minute to actually enjoy life. Her father wasnât as passionate and kept a 9 to 5 job so Vetty knew he wasnât completely lost, but her mother was gone. Not physically, but mentally and spiritually. She wasnât a human, like she preached. She was a hunter. And that was all.
Alvetta knew she wanted to be more than that. She wanted to travel and see what else was out there besides blood and training and unforgiving natures. Until she was eighteen, however, sheâd have to stick it out. She learned how to drive a stake in a chest of a vampire, how to aim a gun with silver bullets in the chamber. She learned and to give credit to her mother, it was in Vettyâs genes to be a decent shot. She was a small girl, but quick and self efficient. And to her motherâs contradicts, the first life Vetty ever took was from a witchâ a human, with a beating heart, with just a little extra. Nonetheless, she did itâ. She took something from someone she couldnât give back and Alvetta didnât give it that much thought after that.
She listened and obeyed her parents, as crazy as they were in her mind, she couldnât actually let them go. However, as soon as she could leave she did. Travels to hunt on her own, she told her mother, but the truth was far from that. Vetty left to party. She left to meet people, normal people with no notion the supernatural world existed around them. She tried new foods, she even fell in love a couple of times. She learned who she was beyond just a hunter. And despite her wanting to be perfectly human, she wasnât. The first time she stumbled on a vampire bringing somebody into an alleyway, as cliche as it was, she killed them without hesitation. She kept a watchful eye always over her shoulder, even when she didnât want to.
But thatâs who she was. A hunter, just like her parents, but a human too. They shouldnât be different things, but they were, and yet the same in Alvetta.
A balance had been found for her soul, but she still wanted to keep her distance and the privacy she had gotten used to after traveling. She moved a couple states away from her parents when Aurora was brought into conversation and how many rumors had been stemming from the town. Vetty instantly volunteered to go check it out, let her mother know if she needed to go absolutely crazy or not. Maybe she didnât mention it in those words, but Alvetta happily packed her belongings up in one night and drove there the next night. She ended up buying the local flower shop, Daisy, after running into the woman Daisy herself a couple days after she arrived. Alvetta had a bright and cheery personality which had the woman warming up to her instantly. They only had gotten coffee and tea a few times before the elderly woman announced she was retiring and wanted to give the store to Vetty. She still sees the woman every couple of days, her being almost a symbol for the grandmother, or normal family even, she never got to have. In accepting the store, she settled into Aurora warmly and more quickly that she thought she wouldâve.
Sheâs already noticed weird feelings around the streets, but sheâs nearly determined to fit in and stay, without⊠well, without murdering anyone. She likes Aurora, even with all the creatures roaming around. She just hopes it doesnât destroy itself before anyone or anything else can.
