Hunter Ashver

Female

1034, looks 19

Worldjumper, daughter of Chaos

The Worldjumper, daughter of destruction

N/A

Deep, penetrating silver, which almost seems to glow

Demigod... ish

Pale

Slender and athletic, with lean, hard muscle

Light

5’6”

The silver snake that always seems to be curled around her arm or neck, or around her, scars like tally marks across her arms, and a large scar on her stomach, from where she got stabbed

Blonde with faint brown streaks

A french braid down to nearly her waist

That all males are stupid and useless

Hunter is... special. She's bitter, and prickly. She acts like she hates everyone, and doesn't trust easily. She's been betrayed too many times, and is always cautious. She is very lonely, though. She is cunning and intelligent, and a terrible enemy. She always likes to be prepared, and acts impatient most of the time. And she hates showing weakness.

She doesn't have time for hobbies.

Fighting, running, climbing, first aid, sarcasm

Trusts all the wrong people, short temper

Getting things over with

She never bothers to be nice to anyone, so none.

Blood-red

... None

She hates all the politics in all the worlds, so none.

Helper

Caramel

Her jacket

Anything that can kill

NOT a snake

A Quester's Helper

Hunter was the daughter of Anan and neice of Almira, the latest incarnations of Order and Chaos. When she was about 19, her dad was both exiled and locked away, as was her aunt, and the gods blamed her for her parents' mistakes. She was forced to be the helper of any questers who came to the questing world to get their true self, and she grew rather bitter. The gods extended her lifeline, so she could never die or get older, and she stayed looking 19 for as long as they wished. She met Jason DilSama, an Earthling, and they fell in love. He said he would bring her back with him, and save her from her curse, but left her the first moment he could without a backward glance. All her friends died, and everyone who knew her learned to avoid her. Her father had a snake, a silverhead viper, to watch her, to protect her from harm, and to keep her alive, and under his thrall when she was near enough.

No one knows or cares, including her

Very, very good

More like her shackle, but... her silverhead viper, Azvameth

She dies