C'est Anna!
Du sang. Du sang partout. Pourquoi c'était toujours du sang? Elle pouvait se rappeler qu'il y avait d'autres choses là-bas ce jour-là, mais c'était toujours le sang dont elle se souvenait. Un couteau. Son couteau. Couvert de sang. Le sang de qui?
Anna a tiré sur le boulon droit dans le lit, ses yeux vert forêt presque aussi sauvages que ses cheveux qu'elle regardait autour, en vérifiant pour tous les intrus. La sueur a recouvert son corps, trempé dans les draps. C'était le deuxième cauchemar en deux jours qui n'était pas un bon signe du tout. De plus, cette nouvelle a été de plus en plus violente et a élevé la culpabilité qu'elle avait tenté de cacher. Penchant vers l'avant, elle planta brièvement son visage dans ses mains avant de se serrer la main et de tenter de dompter le désordre de ses cheveux.
Elle s'est penchée, elle a vérifié l'horloge à 7 h. Bien, elle n'était pas en retard pour ce qu'elle avait prévu. Libérée de la courtepointe chaude, elle a grimpé dans l'air froid de la chambre et a fait son chemin vers la salle de bains. Après une douche rapide, elle s'habillait dans les fourrures d'hiver qu'elle avait achetées avant de monter à Odessa. Pardessus noir, collants, bottes, chapeau et écharpe rouge. Drôle de choix de vêtements parce qu'elle se démarquerait très clairement mais elle a une personnalité créée et son mauvais choix de vêtements qui semble plus esthétiquement agréable que vraiment utile, l'aiderait avec cela. Une fois qu'elle a fini de s'habiller, elle a soulevé son boîtier de caméra et l'a glissé par-dessus son épaule, de sorte que le boîtier se reposait à sa hanche.
La ville était pratiquement vide à ce moment-là donc personne n'a remarqué une fille aux cheveux blancs étrangement habillée qui quittait la ville et se dirigeait vers le haut dans les montagnes et le désert. La montée elle-même a pris un certain temps, considérant qu'elle ne connaissait pas le terrain, mais finalement, la grande maison Pack est entrée dans sa vision. Tirant sa caméra de son cas, elle a pris quelques photos rapides de la maison avant d'avancer plus loin. Elle avait besoin de savoir comment s'y prendre pour essayer d'obtenir des coups de feu sous de multiples angles.
Finalement, elle arriva à une ligne d'arbres qui s'ouvrit à une clairière qui s'étendit jusqu'à la maison. Elle serait repérée si elle se déplaçait plus loin afin de s'agenouiller, prenant quelques photos en profondeur de la cabine massive avant de placer son appareil photo cher loin et fait pour revenir à l'endroit d'où elle venait.
Name: "The Winter Rose" Originally Anna Roberts but goes by multiple aliases.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Whatever is required. Mostly asexual but missions usually require a sensual touch.
Human or werewolf: Human Hunter


Standing at just below five foot, four inches, Anna isn't what most would describe as a threatening Hunter. Although she looks fit enough, she looks in no way ready to take on any werewolf. That's what makes her so good and that's probably why she has so many registered kills with only a few years of hunting under her belt. In terms of actual physical appearance, her hair is a shade of blonde so light that it can almost appear white or even silver at times. Her eyes are a gentle hazel-green colour. Overall, her features contribute to a look of innocence which allows her to gain entry to Wolf Packs and tear them apart from the inside.

Strengths (at least 3):

 A great actress and deceiver with the ability to build an entire false life upon lies.
 Intelligent with a deadly cunning
 Pretty cute - she can usually attract a high-ranking werewolf without much initiative on her own part.

Weaknesses (at least 3):

 Very weak compared to other hunters. If it comes down to a proper fight with one, chances are she'll choose to run instead of fighting it head-on.
 Can let anger cloud her judgement and is usually fuelled by anger itself.
 Can sometimes build an attachment to her prey that can get in the way of the mission.

Personality:
Even amongst werewolf hunters, Anna isn't well-received. Her methods are said to be much too barbaric and brings her too close to werewolf society for her own safety. Not like she cares, of course, she's mostly separated from a lot of the werewolf hunting organisations and will only use them to gather intelligence on a particular prey. The reasons why her methods are viewed as barbaric is that Anna lives two entirely different lives.
On the outside, Anna appears to be a quirky girl who's curious beyond redemption and quick to laugh. It's all a facade, of course - it's her trap that drags in unsuspecting werewolves who would be attracted to her. Females or males, it doesn't really matter. Once Anna finds a target she carries out her mission and eradicates them and possibly members of their pack depending on her cover.
In realty, Anna is cold, calculating and not above using her body or her looks to kill those who she views as her enemies. Hatred powers her motives and anger clouds her morality. If she hasn't developed any form of relationship with the target, she can kill them with ease. She neither cares for their story nor their apparent innocence. Werewolves are werewolves and eventually, one day, they'll be consumed by the beast inside of them. Instead of dealing with them when that happens, like many of her comrades prefer to do, she does some pre-emptive striking, making sure to kill them off before they lose control.
Eager to kill and not above using everything in her arsenal to do so, Anna is a deadly hunter with little to no failed missions. Killing is all she knows now. Killing is all she'll ever know.
History:
Anna was orphaned at a young age after the disappearance of her father and the death of her mother. For a while, her sister and her roughed the streets before they were taken in by an orphanage and raised by the state. They were passed from foster parent to foster parent without anyone ever stopping to even consider adopting them. Who would ever want some vagabond blond and her little sister?
So they existed for the majority of their young lives. Her sister did some things she shouldn't have to help them get by and to try and put Anna through school. Adoption was a lot more likely if the child looked like they could go onto college, after all. Her sister made some sacrifices for her but things began to pick up. There were talks of them getting adopted by a young couple who couldn't have children and Anna was flourishing in school.
Things have a way of being nice to you for a while but then the world finally catches up to you and pulls you down into the dirt. Her sister fell in with the wrong crowd. She was a bombshell so it was no surprise that she garnered the attention of a newly-turned Werewolf. Although the wolf himself wasn't too bad, the pack he was in were less than approving. Their relationship was heavily frowned upon and when the Ulfric caught wind of it, he knew that he had to crack down hard to make sure that none ever dared mate with a normal human - it was bad for the pack's image. He had both Anna and her sister taken in.
No one really knows what happened inside the pack's headquarters but only one teenage girl walked away from it, a bloody silver blade in hand. That girl was not Anna Roberts. Anna Roberts died in that building.
Over the years, tales of a Hunter that is like none other have spread. The reports are garbled and not overly clear but they do details a few features of their assailant. Lips redder than blood and hair as white as snow. A cold beauty with an icy hatred. A winter rose.
Other:
Has a scar along her left thigh that appears to be some sort of scratch. When out hunting, she only arms herself with a curved silver blade.