Ayita Hunt [Done]

Nickname(s): N/A

Weapons:

Homemade Bow and arrows made of local wood and rock from the woods surrounding her families farm along with a quiver made from cows hide (Arrow count: 15)

Fathers SOG Survival Tomahawk

Items/Gear:

- Osprey Kestrel Thru Hiking pack

- Blade sharpener (in pack)

- four days worth of canned foods as emergency rations (in pack)

- 158OT Guthook Skinner Hunting Knife (in pack)

Canon/Original: Original

Relationship Status: Engaged (Sieglinde 'Ziggy' Kruger)

Family:

-Alenia Adahy hunt (father; deceased)

- Abigail, Larson (mother;deceased)

- Ahanu Hunt (older brother; unknown)

- Bidziil Hunt (older brother; unknown)

- Hialeah Hunt (older sister; unknown)

- Nanye Hunt (older sister; unknown)

- Adahy Hunt (older sister; unknown)

Place of Birth:  

Harrodsburg Kentucky

Current Location:

West North Carolina 




Body Type: Small, Short

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Special Markings: N/A

Played By: Johnny Sequoy





Likes: Outdoors, Thru Hiking, Sewing, reading, being alone, tool crafting 


Dislikes: Large groups, Leading, small spaces and compounds, staying stationary, stuck up people


Strengths: Survivalist, Trained in traditional Cherokee Indian tool and weapon making, Observant  


Habits: Ayita paces constantly, if she's not pacing she's making or fixing a tool or arrow, She's has to always be moving or it bugs her. 


Flaws: 

- Heavy sleeper; Ayita will sleep like a log when she's in a place she sees as safe, she'll sleep through a tornado if you let her.

- Antsy; Ayita is always doing something, if she isn't doing anything with her hands or moving from place to place is bugs the hell out of her.

- vehophobia; Ayita refuses to get in a car, after hearing the stories of how her mother died she developed a certain type of fear of the machines, you never know what's going to happen when you're in them and she would whole heartedly take a week of walking over a few days of driving any day.

- Indifferent; Ayita is very indifferent to what goes on around her, she blows through the wind letting the world take her where it pleases and this mindset carries over to dealing with people. She will be the last to be the one that makes a decision and would rather let others discuss plans while with groups.

- reticent; While Ayita is generally in a good mood she doesn't like the feeling of revealing her thoughts to others, it makes her feel vulnerable and thus she tends to avoid doing so altogether.

- pacifist; Ayita has never and will never enjoy harming her fellow humans, she reasons that killing walkers is a way of releasing the trapped soul within the melting skin on bones. When killing an animal she will always say a quiet thank you for them giving their life for her's, A prayer in a way.

- perfectionist; Ayita is a perfectionist through and through. Everything has to be the way she see's it in her mind which leads to her taking excessive amount of time when making things such as arrows and tools.

- overly cautious; Mainly stemming from how hard of a sleeper she knows she is Ayita has become overly cautious when it comes to finding places to stay, the safer the better in the long run she often thinks but this leads to her stressing over little things and spending excessive time securing the place she has chosen to stay at any given time.


Dreams/goals: Before the end Ayita's goal was and was always going to be taking over her father's farm once he grew so old that he could no longer bear the load, after the dead began to walk however her main goal shifted to that of reuniting what remains of her family, Seeing them together again has overtaken her 

Fears: Finding family members dead, Being broken out of her shell, having the kindness she shows to someone blow up in her face, Her history being revealed, in her mind it's her's to know, no one else.

Overall Personality:  Ayita is best described as a wondering stranger. She's very quiet and soft spoken and chooses to let her intentions speak from her actions more than from her words, She's very kind towards the ones around her but will generally stay further away from the group as they move or go about their business as to keep herself from growing too attached to any one person. She's extremely thorough in what she does and doesn't let much slip passed her when scavenging although she has been known to forgo some of the more mundane supplies. Ayita is generally happy and willing to answer if asked something but will tend to shy away from full conversations from fear of it turning to digging into who she is and where she came from, She's been known to wonder off, feeling that the people she are with have made it this far and can handle themselves for a bit she'll sometimes take the liberty to veer off the beaten trail in search of a meal for the group or to secure the area once it get's somewhat late.

Best summed up Ayita is a wondering spirit, she's always there to help but stays distant, she's very helpful and will willingly give up her knowledge to help other's survive however she never wants to see someone she's grows close to die again and so chooses to keep her distance for the most part. She'll do everything in her power to help you get on your feet and keep moving but she's never there forever. 




History:

Ayita, the meaning of her name in the Cherokee language roughly translating to 'First to Dance' was the youngest in her family of six and the only one to still live at home, her oldest sister had just gotten married and her youngest just entered college, All of them seemed to want to escape the enclosed life of farming and hunting that their father so readily adhered to. Ayita on the other hand never minded it, Not in the least in fact. Maybe it was the fact she never really had a reason presented to her to give her a reason to want to see the world, maybe it was just the fact that she didn't exactly care whether or not she ever got out of the farm. How was she so different from the rest of her siblings? Well, that would be thanks to her father Alenia and the events surrounding her birth.


Ayita was delivered early, her mother being sent into labor prematurely after Abigail was involved in a car crash, Her father rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the news and as he arrived he was caught off guard by the sight that presented itself, His love lying there bruised and cut up while also going into labor and about to be rushed off somewhere, a quick kiss and she was gone; wisped away through the doors by gloves and puppy dog scrubs. Ayita's father spent that entire evening shifting and squirming in the cold leather of the waiting room, hoping and praying that this wouldn't be goodbye before even getting a hello to his unborn child and his beloved. Minutes turned to hours as he waited for news, more than once asking himself what he would do if the worst was delivered to him at any moment.


Three hours later the news hit, Abigail had succumbed to her injuries...



The news hit Ayita's father like a truck ramming into his chest, The woman he had dedicated the last three years of his life to was taken as sure as the river runs. But as he sat, his face buried in his hands the doctor that had delivered the word of the Galvladi'ehi began to deliver another, his daughter was alive, Premature and still in the ICU but alive. It was at this moment she earned her name. Ayita, The one that took the dance of life from deaths hands.

Ayita's father never forgave the person that took his beloved from him and blamed the outside world for her loss causing her early years to be spent never leaving their family farm situated about two hours west of the town of Harrodsburg Kentucky, being the only mixed member of her family she always felt slightly odd being surrounded by full blood native american's but she was as loved as any of the others, maybe even more when she was younger. She never experienced the traditional school setting and as her siblings grew older she began to notice that they weren't exactly okay with this, they all seemed like they wanted more, wanted to see the world. Ayita watched as her family grew older, her father grew greyer and her world stayed the same you would think she would think the same but she never did, she never found a reason to leave that seemingly small plot of land in the Kentucky landscape, The food was good, her fathers company was great and when she was there she felt closer to the mother she never was able to meet.

When Ayita turned eleven her father gave her a gift that meant the world to her, a bow and quiver made of woods that she had gathered the previous month, the reason she had done so was never brought to light as it would have ruined the surprise but as it rested in her hands and she felt the wood, the cloth wrapped around the middle to act as a grip and the string pulled Taut from each end. Around the quiver was wrapped something that Ayita didn't recognize around the tassels was strung beads from her late mother, The beads that more than usually draped around her neck stretched along a rope band. she would treasure it forever.

As the years passed Ayita kept her mind on her work most of the time, school work, farm work and training in some of the more traditional matters passed down through her father consumed her childhood, As she grew older and her siblings began to move on she wondered what she would do, what would happen to the farm if she left? why would she leave in the first place? they moved out and she remained, she felt she needed to stay to keep not only her fathers legacy as the farm had been passed down through the family for generations but also to her late mother, this was her home before she even existed and Ayita planned to keep it that way.

When the day came that the dead began to walk Ayita had just turned Sixteen, The smile that was firmly planted on her face glew for weeks on end after that. The day started like any other, Ayita pulled herself out of bed, got dressed and stepped out the door to start her morning chores. She noticed that the house was oddly quiet that particular day. Her father was known for repeating the same greeting every day without fail as he stood with his cup of coffee in the kitchen near the door leading out of the house, but as she passed through the dimly lit corridor, her moccasins lightly pattering on the floor and the dim light of morning peering through the windows nothing but silence was heard.


Sliding her feet into her work shoes, a pair of hiking sneakers her older brother had given her for her birthday a few weeks prior Ayita glanced one last time around the kitchen for a sign of her father, He wasn't on the porch, nor was he in the field, nor the woods near the backyard. She made her way to check the barn last and that's where he saw them, ghouls with blood all over their face and hands, dripping down their fronts and gorging themselves on something in front of her, unbeknownst to Ayita at the time there meal was in fact her father, his body mangled and torn beyond recognition as the three ghouls ate away even more. A shout crept it's way out of her mouth at the apparent murderers that stood before her, their soulless eyes stared back at her for what felt like an eternity before either of them moved, their mouths ajar ever so slightly showing the scraps of meet and guts that clung to their teeth.


Ayita ran, slamming the barn door behind her as the trio began to make their way towards her and their full forms where revealed to her, one was missing an arm, the other missing his entire frontal midsection and the third had a jaw just clinging by the flesh and muscle. Ayita darted back across the field and slammed the back door of her house shut again, where was her father? What where those things? what happened to them? These where the questions that ran through her mind as she looked through the window and watched the trio fall over each other as the door of the barn slide open before them.


Ayita made her way to her room and grabbed her bow and quiver that lay against her wall before turning to make her way back to the kitchen, the three where now pounding on the back door, Ayita's heart bounded like a drum against her chest as she watched the door give under the weight, The latch was broken, had been for months but neither her nor her father ever paid it much mind, Now she was wishing they had as literal monsters climbed through the hole clawing towards her. Steadying her bow Ayita loosed three of her arrows into their heads, the sight of them made her stomach churn and bubble and as their motions ceased she lost it. What little she had eaten that morning as she made her way out the door lay on the floor in front of her now, bits of toast swam in fluids she refused to identify, What's going on? Where's dad? Who.. No. What are these things? she asked herself as she made her way back out the door to check and see what the fourth figure, the three others dinner was and if he too had decided to stand up and begin to walk again.


Pushing the door open slightly further than the three had left it she made her way towards the back wall of the barn where the figure was last seen, seeing a blood trail lead off towards one of the far corners, on further investigation Ayita saw feet sticking out from behind a haybale, a small growl echoed in her ears as she rounded the corner, as the figure came into full view Ayita realized why she couldn't find her father, realized why she hadn't seen him enjoying his cup of coffee as she made her way through the kitchen. Whatever those things where had not only killed him and begun to eat him but whatever they where he now became. The sight of it broke Ayita's heart, broke her spirit. The first to dance sure didn't feel like dancing anymore. She ran back to the house and jumped over the bodies that now adorned her kitchen floor and back to her room, tears in her eyes as she slammed it shut and twisted the lock on the doorknob. Alone, scared and destroyed the young girl from kentucky sobbed, the morning lightly showing gently through her window and illuminating her cheek, the glisten of sunlight off a tear accompanied the only sound that quiet house would ever hear again.


After days of pulling herself together and falling apart time after time Ayita finally managed to find the courage to pull herself from her bed, sulking down the hallway she was greeted by the smell of death and decay from the bodies left in the kitchen, She couldn't stay here, there was nothing left for her here. She gathered what she could after that, spent a few more trying to tare herself from the place that had been her home for sixteen years, the place all of her happy memories came from, the place her dear mother and father fell in love and thus the house she has to thank for everything she is and stands for. With a heavy heart she dredged down the road leading away from their house, her fathers hiking pack pulled tight around her shoulders, bow in hand and quiver sliding down her right arm she began her long, and seemingly never ending journey.


As the months came and went Ayita learned to live with the lose of her family, to cherish the good times and the hope that not all of her family was gone, she still hadn't found a trace of the rest of her siblings and she vowed to never stop believing their alive until she saw proof to tell her otherwise, she drifted like a leaf on the wind through Kentucky, sometimes passing the state boarder for a few months but never straying too far away from her old home for the first three months or so, the ghouls had grown in number and seemed to favor cities so she began to avoid them as much as possible in her travels, only venturing in when she needed something man made for some reason or another.


She met a few people along the way, some formed strongholds in which she was more than happy to aid in the creation of, safe places where hard to come by these days. But she never stayed, never finding the courage to let someone in meante strongholds came, and Ayita went. groups came and Ayita went. Making her way across the border into North Carolina Ayita once again set out in search of her siblings, Nanye, The second closest to her in age had been attending school at Gaston College in Gastonia, Maybe she was still there. With her head heald as high as she could manage Ayita set out, across the North Carolina border and into unknown territory once again.





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