DIGREGORY, Amber Lina

[Amber Lina DiGregory]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

AMBER LINA DIGREGORY

"Stupidity isn’t punishable by death. If it were there would a hell of a population drop."

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NICKNAME • --
AGE • 26
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
OCCUPATION • Second in Command
CLASS • Rogue
FACE CLAIM •Mila Jovovich

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Amber's odd almost red tone to her hair shining in the hot Texan sun is often the first thing that people seem to notice about the girl, though teasing her for her name matching her hair will get you nowhere but dead. She has stunningly blue eyes that are often alight with a slightly malicious light that makes people want to back away and hide if they're smart. She's not the tallest chick around, standing at just under five and a half feet, but she's quick, and most of her movements follow that quickness about her. She has multiple knife scars, but it's nothing that takes away from her looks. She has tanned skin from spending way too much time in the sun, and her clothes tend to lean towards simple and baggy.

EYE COLOR • Bright Blue
HEIGHT • 5’4
WEIGHT • 110
BUILD • She’s well muscled from years of toning her fighting abilities, but not OMGBULK, she’s simply got enough to be impressive, but she can pretend to be a normal woman if need be.
SCARS? • Multiple little scars
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Her hair is a sort of red color that makes her stand out among the usual browns and blonds. She also always has a sword strapped to her belt.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Amber is never one to back away from a fight, nor is she one to forget an offense once someone has caused her to be offended. She carries her revenges like a little to-do list in the back of her head. She doesn't make deals, she doesn't stop, she doesn't show mercy. Fuck, she doesn't back down, unless asked to by whoever is higher up on the totem pole than her, and thats only if they manage to gain her respect as the leader of Dama Suerte currently has. She hates backing down, and will grumble about it, but she does it.

Amber often appears bored, hanging back and cleaning her pistol or her blades, but her eyes betray her, as they often hold a sort of malice that comes from being hurt as many times as she has been in her life. She appears hard hearted, but mostly its because she’s been hurt in the past. She respects the other girls in Dama Suerte and will not go out of her way to be malicious towards them unless supremely pissed off, only hurting them in her rise to second in command. However, she has no need to lead the pack, she doesn't like the idea of having that much responsibility. She tends to look out for herself first. Others second. Despite being the second in command, she’s a more solitary creature, and tends to keep to herself.

LIKES •

blades; She has an affinity for carving things. She can handle guns well, how else would she be in her position otherwise? but she adores carving, its a bit scary about her.

revenge; Simple enough, the girl has a mind for revenge and its always a want in the back of her head.

saving her own skin; she can't do what she has to if she's dead, can she?

Fights; its when she feels most alive.

Sparring; Keeping her skills sharp

Memories; its what motivates her.

DISLIKES •

having to back down; She's not good at letting go, but she always listens if she has to.

other gangs; Her parents are dead because of them after all, she will figure out who did it eventually

disrespect; Being able to listen to what other people has to say is a big deal for her, if you can't respect others than you're doomed.

responsibility Kind of anyway. She doesn't want to lead because it means looking out for more than just herself.

WEAKNESSES •

temper; Amber has a quick temper, and is often seen as quite the temperamental one

grudge; She's a grudge holder, once someone's wronged her its almost impossible for her to get along with them. Ever.

lost For all her rough and tumble, for all her bitchiness and hard outer shell, inside Amber is one lost little girl still looking to make the world right again.

memories; She's very driven by her memories of the past, quick to snap if it comes up.

STRENGTHS •

ruthless; She doesn't back down, plain and simple.

strong rider; She’s been riding horses ever since she was small

respectful; She's obedient, she listens, once you have her respect, you have someone who is a good ally to have.

Blades Yep, I said it before, I'll say it again. The girl knows how to weild a knife a little too well.

FEARS •

--; Never being able to avenge her family for what happened in her past, it would make her feel like her whole life's ambition was wasted.

useless; She fears being rendered ineffectual.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Jenna and Seth DiGregory, parents
PETS • Shadow, all black mare
HISTORY •

For the beginning of Amber’s life, it was just her and her parents. She had no siblings, she had no one else around her to keep her company, she just had her parents and that was fine by her, that was all that she needed. Her parents were young when they had her and would often play with her, and teach her what she knew, and she was actually a happy child, not that anyone would know that now. She was homeschooled by them, being a woman and all, and had no taste for household chores. She would often whine and grumble when her mother forced her to do them, but the girl would sigh and go along with it eventually, for her mother’s sake. She didn’t like the idea of upsetting them, she was always very respectful towards her parents and knew better than to really not do something when asked. Her father was a sheriff after all, he demanded respect in his house and she gave it to him.

At eight, she got her first horse. Her parents had scraped and saved for her, wanting her to have something and because she was always staring off after the horses when they rode past, they knew it would be the perfect gift for miss Amber. She loved it. She was rarely ever on her feet anymore, always off riding and her mother had to laugh and call her back in often because she needed to do things around the house.

At twelve her father had to go off to a neighboring town to help with a bit of trouble going on over there. And he gave Amber her most treasured memory, he took her with him. She got to see everything that was going on, she got to give her Papa her opinion and everything and she never felt so big and important before in her life, it was an amazing feeling—and one she’s obviously kept going in her life now, being second in command. He also bought her a necklace that day, the one that will forever hang around her neck.

At fifteen she got her first kiss. And her first heartbreak. He was charming and sweet but she heard him the next day just gossiping about how he had gotten her to kiss him, she had just been a conquest for him and nothing more. It was her parents who comforted her when she cried after that, never wanting to deal with another horrible man again. It was her father who had made her laugh through her tears by pretending to be insulted. And it was she who had promised him only you, Papa, only you. You’re the only man I want in my life. She kept to that fifteen year old promise.

Because sixteen was when it all fell apart.

She went off riding on her horse, because it was the allotted time that she was allowed to. But she was late in getting home, she had so many excuses and apologies welling up in her head as she approached town, getting sidetracked by the sight of smoke. And as she got closer, the smoke didn’t pass, it got closer too. No, no it couldn’t be, she thought again and again. But it was. It was her house that was on fire. She screamed and ran towards the house, screaming for her parents, but she was held back. They were already dead, she heard the whispers. Someone had heard two gun shots before the fire had started.

At the funeral, she had to listen to the whispers. Her Papa had shot her Mama and then set fire to the house before shooting himself. She ignored those, that was stupid. Her Papa had loved them both. Her Papa had pissed off the wrong gang member and they had taken their revenge. That one was more like. Eventually, she just couldn’t take it anymore. She hoped on her horse and rode.

Rode until she was surrounded by a group of women. Fearing being killed by a gang, like the one that had killed her parents, she accepted their offer to ride with them, but she stayed far away from them all, slowly walling up the laughing girl and vowing to avenge her parents. One woman heard this and offered to help, to teach her how to be strong. She started to spar that day, started to learn combat, and how to shoot and the like. She was mostly interested in knives, and became far to skilled at knowing how to slice to cause pain, bleeding, but not death.

Years passed, and slowly Amber fought her way up the food chain in this gang, Dama Suerte, as she grew. She wanted to get back to that feeling that she had when she was helping her Papa, of being able to help make decisions without having to deal with the consequences of them if they went wrong like the leader would have to. And that is where she finds herself. Still seeking revenge, still placing everyone who wrongs her among those she will get revenge on, and still being just a bit too cruel and broken inside.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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Please Seth didn’t know what to do. When had they gotten to this point? How had they gone from being happily together, spending most of their days in one of their beds, tangled up in the sheets and laughing. Or going out and kissing, and just being together. Where had those days gone? Where had the days where he had to trick her on to their first date gone? Or the days where they had done their first forbidden dance on the beach. Where had the laughter and the kisses gone? He felt like it had been a lifetime since he had been able to laugh.

And it was all his fault.

Seth scowled slightly, mostly at himself. It was entirely his fault, he had no doubts about this. He had missed feeling bad, he had missed pushing down the good part of himself so that way he could forget he had a conscience. Seph had been slowly giving him that back, slowly making him less of an asshole—though that would never disappear entirely, he was an asshole, that was just who he was and there was nothing he could do about that. And in those days he doubted she would want him to change, now he was pretty sure she wished she had never laid eyes on him.

He had missed being evil. Well he was evil now alright. What could be more evil than destroying love. What could be more evil than seeing her broken heart reflecting in those gorgeous deep blue eyes and knowing that it was all your fault that that look existed, than knowing that you were the one that caused that pain. He felt like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth every time that she looked at him like that.

He loved her so much. That was the problem. He had been running away from that feeling because the last time he had let that feeling take over his life, it had really taken over entirely. It had killed him so entirely and he didn’t want to feel that pain again. Oh no. He had done worse now. He had caused that feeling in someone else. He was such a piece of shit. He was the lowest form of man. He had caused a woman pain, and not in the usual way which wasn’t that bad because they didn’t really love him. He had done worse now.

She had yelled at him, and she had screamed at him, and he had expected it. He had deserved every harsh word that she yelled at him. He had deserved it all because that was what was coming to him. But she mentioned her necklace, the one that was currently in his pocket, and he was five seconds away from sheepishly returning it and watching her hate him further because she had been missing it and he had had it the entire time so that was not going to win him any favors with her, not that he deserved him.

But then she had punched him.

She had started to pace, but he was paying no attention to that. He tasted the little bit of blood in the corner of his mouth and blinked a little bit. He really hadn’t been expecting that. In all of the times that she had been pissed off at him before, she had never actually tried to hurt him, not in a way he couldn’t take anyway. Not that he couldn’t take this. It was more the fact that he hadn’t been expecting it. He commented in the fact, entirely disbelieving because it had seemed so unexpected. Though he figured he really should have been expecting it.

She looked at him but he honestly didn’t notice, he was looking down at his hand, looking down at the shirt in his other hand that he then used to dab at his mouth to get rid of the little bit of blood that had come from his teeth hitting his lip when she had hit, it wasn’t much really. He didn’t notice the worry in her eyes, and honestly if he had seen it it would have just confused him, he was fairly certain that he was the lowest form of asshole and didn’t deserve it right then.

She spoke, saying she should have done more, and he looked up at her then, keeping his eyes carefully blank as he did so. He didn’t want her to see the hurt, though it was there, at the idea that he had done this. That he really did deserve more. He didn’t want her to see that, he didn’t deserve to feel it in his mind set so why should she have to see it? It wouldn’t do any good really, not for either of them. Instead he just mutely nodded, agreeing with that assessment, which if he knew her, it would just piss her off. She didn’t seem to ever really like that for reasons he had never understood. He was agreeing with her, shouldn’t that at least make her happy?

He told her that he did feel bad. Part of him knew that he shouldn’t, he still remembered what Julian had said about killing her and he really didn’t doubt that the black fledgling would do it just to prove a point or just for his own sick enjoyment. But he couldn’t help it.

He had to say something, even if she wouldn’t believe it. He wanted to take her into his arms and explain that he hadn’t meant one word of what he had said, he had just wanted to get her out of there and safe. He wanted to whisper how much he loved her over and over again. How much looking at that pain in her eyes killed him every time that he saw it because he had put it there. He wanted to tell her just how amazing that he thought she was because he thought she was perfect. He wanted her to tell him that she could protect herself and smack him without meaning it, or roll her eyes at his nonsense. He wanted her to tell him she loved him back, like Faith had never been able to say.

But he didn’t deserve that.

He couldn’t tell her he loved her because that scared the hell out of him to even think about the fact that he was in love. He couldn’t tell her how much of what he had said was a lie because he was afraid that she would be wrenched away from him for good because of the threat that was hanging over his head.

She wouldn’t believe him anyway.

More than anything else, realizing she wouldn’t believe a word of what he said hurt most of all.

She talked to him about how much his words had hurt, how much he wasn’t allowed to be right because he wasn’t allowed to feel bad. And the more that she said, the more he wanted to tell her his feelings, that what he had said was a pack of lies to make her safe. He ached with the need. He burned with it more than his throat had ever burned for blood. He wanted to scream and howl with it and rage about how much he was sorry for hurting her.

He couldn’t.

He was distracted from it anyway by the way that she had said it was all her fault, that she was an idiot. See, that just made him angry. She was not allowed to think such things about herself, she was far from an idiot. He growled a little, just a little rumble. ”Don’t you dare” he said quietly. ”Don’t you dare call yourself an idiot when you are one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever met. Blame me until our dying breaths if you must, but never will this ever be your fault. It’s mine. I never said it wasn’t.” he said, not happy that he even had to say that, when he thought it was so obvious that it was his fault.

In an aggravated motion, one that was his normal aggravated motions, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up in a golden rumple more than it usually did. This was all his fault. ”I’m not worth getting this hurt over, Beauty” he said, softly, not even noticing really that he used her pet name when he spoke. His temporary bout of anger had subsided in that moment. Because he was just plain sad that he had fucked up something that had been the most amazing thing he had going, and he hadn’t even noticed until she had started to hate him.

He opened his mouth to speak, to say something to maybe do something about the tears slipping down her face, to say something to try and ease the pain in her eyes, but he knew he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t say the right words to do that because those words would get her killed and that really would be his fault. He just shook his head. ”I’m not worth crying over” he muttered, so soft he barely heard it.

He had been told that before, once, and it hurt to say it himself out of his own mouth.

But it was true.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

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