Kayla Murdough

[Kayla Murdough]

KAYLA MURDOUGH

She grew up on the side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good, she grew up slow
Like American Honey


Everynight I say a Prayer
<<< ...in the hope there is a Heaven>>>
~~ w h o a r e y o u ~~

Full name; Kayla Shane Murdough
Nicknames; Kay, LaLa, KayKay, Squirt (by her Dad)
Age; 30
Gender; Female
Sexual orientation; Heterosexual
Allegiance;Gabriel
Face claim; Carrie Underwood

Every day I'm more confused
<<< ...as the Saints turn into Sinners>>>
~~ d i g g i n g d e e p e r ~~

Height; 5'2
Weight; 107
Tattoos/Piercings/special marks; Both ears pierced, tattoo of Tinkerbell on lower left pelvic area
Likes; Music (all kinds), the outdoors, animals (especially horses), cooking, Bourbon
Dislikes; Violence, cruelty, egotistical people, liver, living in the city
Hopes; Finding somewhere that hasn't fallen, God stopping Hell on Earth, life to be like it used to be, to have a family someday, to find her friends and that they have survived
Fears; Falling prey to the Croats and other evils that walk the earth, that the world was like this forever now, that her friends are dead, that she will always be alone, that she will always be on the run
Habits; chews her bottom lip when she's nervous or afraid to speak, hums songs to herself, stutters when scared
Special skills/Powers/Abilities; Growing up on a farm she learned a lot of life skills that would help her later in life. She was hunting with her Granpa and Dad and brother from the time she could raise a bow and a rifle and is an excellent hunter, a crack shot with bow and arrow as well as guns. She can kill it, skin it, clean it, and knows how to preserve it if need be as well as cook it. Fishing is an old friend as well. She's like a woodland creature in the wilds, fast, and silent and can climb a tree like a squirrel. She knows how to live off the land.

She can muck a stall, groom a horse, tend to chickens, rope a calf, and hog-tie. She can plant a garden, make it grow and has a green thumb, able to grow just about anything from seed, seedling, or cuttings. Hanging out with her brother and the other men folk she learned rudimentary mechanic skills but nothing beyond the basics. Just enough to know when something isn't working right or hotwire a vehicle if she loses her keys thanks to the old farm truck that they used that had no key.

But her Momma and Grams made sure she learned the domestic arts as well. Cooking, sewing, mending, homeopathic medicine, knitting. Music was also a huge part of her life. Her whole family was musical. It was a way to pass those long country nights. She learned to play piano, guitar, banjo, and fiddle and she sings well too.

She never was much for languages but she did learn a bit of the 'old language; as her Granpa called it. Gaelic to most people. She's not totally fluent. It was spoken a lot around the homestead but she never learned to read or write in it.

Other life skills were part of the every day life, such as swimming in the summer, climbing, camping, dancing, horseback riding, and more. Church taught her values and morals as well and versed her in the Good Book rather well (from a southern baptist point of view that is).

She knows about her knife now. Knows it's special thanks to Gabriel. The cold iron blade in the stag's horn hilt gleams with Enochian symbols that are etched into it, the blade blessed by an old order of monks. The blade has the power to exorcise a demon from it's human host instantly. It doesn't kill the demon though, just forces it out of the body. It also works well on ghosts because it is cold iron and the blessed quality is effective against anything evil that cannot tolerate holy objects.

Unbeknown to her, her blood has special properties as well, infused with the purity and power of her faith. It's more of a curse than a blessing, drawing evil to her like a magnet. From wicked magic users that could use the blood in rituals to creatures like vampires that are drawn tot he scent of it, to restless spirits that seek her out for whatever reason it does little to aid her. However the one quality it possesses that she will learn soon enough is that it enables her to banish angels. Unlike most that must be the vessel of an angel her blood has the ability to, when the proper banishing sigil is drawn with it and activated, will blast an angel (fallen or no) away from her.

She does not know it yet either but she has healing abilities. They have not manifested yet. She can take the pain away from someone that has been hurt, heal wounds of any sort and bring a person back from the brink of death but the downside is she takes on what she heals. If a person had a cut on their finger and she healed it, she too would have a cut on her finger. She is able in a smaller way, to heal herself as well. It is more of a defense mechanism to keep her alive after healing others, she heals faster than normal humans but it is still a slow process depending on the severity of the wound. For example she can heal a gunshot to the gut and she would take on that person's injury but it will not kill her, her body will heal her enough to keep her alive while the wound heals.

She has a rudimentary knowledge of things supernatural, knowing how to make Devil's traps and banishing sigils as well as basic knowledge about various creatures. She's by no means an expert nor a true Hunter.


Style preference; If she had her preference, she'd be in either a t-shirt and worn, old jeans or a light, simple country dress or sun dress. Simple clothes she could make herself or buy at WalMart. Flip flops in the summer with shorts and t-shirts or tank tops, sundresses, etc... her hair is usually somewhat curly in it's long goldeny flow down her shoulders and back but sometimes pulled up in the front or pushed back with a hair band. Make-up is really only done on a whim or if she needs to dress up, they typical look consisting of a little mascara and some lip gloss from day to day, maybe a bit of eyeliner. She's at home in cowboy boots and sneakers.

All the Heroes and Legends I knew as a child
<<< ...have fallen to idols of clay>>>
~~ w h e r e d o y o u c o m e f r o m ~~

Hometown; Winchester, KY
Mother; Kathleen Douglass Murdough. Homemaker/Farmer

Father; Patrick Murdough. Farmer

Siblings; Connor Murdough (older brother)

Others; Lots of cousins, Uncles and Aunts, Shane and Kayla Murdough (grandparents),Ben Masters (former fiance - deceased), Gabriel - Guardian Angel, Cadence Loki - friend(like a sister), Sebastian & Adele Loki (Godmother?)

Current location; On the road
History; From the time she could walk Kayla was helping on the family farm in Winchester, Kentucky, a rather rural community. It had always been in her family, passed from father to son as the generations grew. She was the baby of the family, the little girl but she was always all tomboy. She'd help her mother feed the animals and gather the eggs, pulling weeds in her chubby little toddler hands. And, even from a very young age she was stuck to her brother like glue.

As she grew older she learned to do other things, driving the tractor or the old farm truck around to the pastures, pitchin hay, mucking stalls, hard work but she always loved it. It was simply her way of life, all she knew. She was no stranger to riding horses, camping in the rough (no RVs here!) , hunting, field dressing the kill, roping cattle, sheering sheep, swimming in the creek, all those prosaic farm life activities that they took for granted.

As with most others in the little community she attended church regularly, Sunday morning and night as well as Wednesday night. All the pot luck dinners and lock-ins were normal and looked forward to. She even sang in the choir though she was shy when asked to sing a solo. She had a lovely voice but something about being up in front of all those people and seeing them looking back at her made her stage shy.

She was a bright student, always on the honor roll and took part in the usual activities that were common at her school, 4-H, FFA, and others. Every year she showed goats in the county fair and participated in the barrel racing and calf roping. She was just a tiny little slip of a thing but she had heart and determination, not to mention a sunny personality that endeared her to those that knew her. She was the quintessential girl next door with a strong tomboy streak.

At thirteen her grandfather gave her a special present; his old knife. It was a special knife, he said, had saved his life more than once. He'd found it in WWII when he and his unit were over in Europe fight Nazi's. He told her the story of how they'd come across the nearly destroyed church (in reality it was more of a monastery) and most of the building had been reduced to rubble. But the blade glinted in the light of the moon, half buried in the rubble near the altar. It was a beautiful piece; stag's horn handle with intricate designs carved into the horn and polished, the blade made of iron and sharp.He said he'd never had to sharpen it much over the years though, good craftsmanship he claimed.

From that day on she took to wearing it everywhere on her belt in a sheath. It became a staple of her wardrobe and that wasn't so unusual given where she lived. Everyone carried knives and had gun racks in the back windows of their pickups. She took it everywhere with her except for church. The brown leather belt didn't really go with her dresses, her mother had told her gently.

At sixteen she got her first job, working as a cashier at the Piggly Wiggly. She was a natural, friendly and chatty and made friends with everyone that came through, learning and using their names. Often the little old ladies that were regular customers would bring her a slice of homemade pie or some fresh banana bread they'd made to have with her lunch.

Graduation came and went and she did not go off to college despite having the grades for it. It just cost too much and her folks needed her help on the farm now that her brother was gone away to college. She continued working both at the Piggly Wiggly and on the farm, no stranger to hard work.

At twenty-one she went to work at the local watering hole, Cooter Browns, more honky tonk than pub.It was great fun, the music, the crowds. She was good at handling those touchy feely customers and deflecting their advances and propositions smoothly without causing drama. She was attentive and able to sweet talk men out of fights that would break up the bar and would cause the evening (and the tips) to go south. Those drunks that tried to leave with their car keys in their hands were smoothly taken care of, either a cab called or sometimes she even drove them home herself to make sure they got there safe. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody. At times the band would pull her up on stage to play with them or sing. She was pretty good with a guitar or a banjo or a even the fiddle. It was easier to perform up there with the crowd in darkness and the lights in her eyes but there was still some shyness about it.

But her life began to change irrevocably the night -he- walked in the bar. She first noticed those beautiful baby blue eyes as he sat at the bar, watching her move around the room. He never made an untoward advance nor tried to play any grab ass but rather, spoke to her with the utmost respect and kissed no more than her hand when he asked her to dance. He was the perfect gentleman. That night he waited till the bar closed and took her to breakfast. They became inseparable soon after him always coming to the bar to see her, taking her out to eat after the shift, treating her like a lady.

At the ripe age of twenty-five she fell in love. But as all honeymoons come to an end so did theirs. At first it was small things, being jealous or making the mean comment here or there about her clothes or her hair or her cooking or housekeeping. He started accusing her of flirting in the bar, coming in and drinking more heavily. Nothing violent, except that one time when he was very drunk. She wrote it off as an accident, telling herself it had to be, that he was drunk and had been clumsy, moving when she was and backhanding her across the cheek.

But, it was just the start. Over the years that they were engaged things got worse. She learned to cover the bruises and make excuses. She knew it was wrong and knew she didn't deserve it but.. she loved him. She couldn't leave him.

One fateful night when he took he to the movies things came to a head. He'd been acting strange all day but it was a sweet strangeness, flirting with her, grabbing her bottom or slapping it playfully as she passed by, stealing kisses and touches. Outside the theater he turned to her, and smiled, his eyes utter black. No blues, no whites, just a slick, oily black.

His hand come back and with a smile on his beautiful lips he punched her in the face, not a slap like usual, but a punch. People were standing around, they saw what was happening but no one moved to help, like they were frozen. He kept punching and she struggled, trying to get away but with the size difference she wasn't able to. As he straddled her and wrapped his hands around her throat, cutting off her air she fumbled around, feeling the knife on her belt. Without thinking, she struck out in that primitive fight or flight instinct and rammed the knife into his gut and upward, the tip of the knife piercing the bottom of his heart even as the blade split his insides.

Before the dark oblivion of unconsciousness took her she saw him throw his head back, his mouth seeming to open wider than it should have and a long, swirling plume of what appeared to be black smoke shot out of him and raced skyward. When his head dropped back down her last thought before she passed out was that his eyes were blue again. Dead and blue.

When she came to she was in a hospital room, on a bed and she was looking up at the Deputy. But when she tried to sit up she noticed that her hand that held the IV was handcuffed to the bed. A State Trooper was there too, they were saying that she was being charged with manslaughter. She tried to protest to tell them to ask the witnesses, that she was defending herself but was told that those people that were outside all said they couldn't remember what happened. One moment the couple was there the next he was dead.

She was arraigned once she was healed enough to be released from the hospital, the grand jury finding enough cause to send the case to trial. her father bonded her out and took her home that night but as soon as she arrived he and her brother took her out to the barn. Inside was the old beat up farm truck that hadn't seen a road in years, nothing but fields and farm tracks passing under it's wheels.

They'd fixed it up, put new tires on it, and gassed it up. Inside was a bag with her clothes in it and another smaller one with all the money they could pull together in it. A temporary tag was in the back window, her father had gotten it from his high school buddy that ran the used car lot downtown, a few more were in the bag with money, the expiration date blank so that she could switch them out. The truck was registered to no one or nothing.

She struck out on the road traveling all over the nation, laying low, getting jobs in little hole in the wall diners and bars to make a living, anywhere that would hire her without needing paperwork. A lot of times she slept in the outdoors, either camping deep in the woods or in her truck. It might have sounded like a rough life but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to, living in the outdoors, hunting or fishing for food, living off the land. When she had enough money she'd stay in some fleabag motel. She managed to stay one step ahead of the law but not ahead of the various things that went bump in the dark.

Her own particular personal demon was still out there and over the years she had run ins with various supernatural beings and hunters. A whole new world opened to her, one she didn't really want to see. But she learned that what had happened with her ex-fiance was demonic possession but she still didn't understand why it had left his body, assuming that it had simply been the trauma to the human body that it was inhabiting that chased it out. She learned from the hunters she encountered and created her own form of a journal to document what she'd learned including things such as Devil's Traps and banishing sigils.

But it wasn't until she found herself in grave peril that she discovered the existence of something she had always believed in but in a more abstract way. Angels. She'd first met Gabriel in a small bar outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma where he was playing guitar on the stage at open mic night. There had been a lovely woman there in the crowd watching him raptly. She later learned her name was Cadence. But there was another patron in the audience as well. Aztoroth, the demon that had plagued her for so long in the body of her dead fiance.

He'd waited till the bar cleared out and as she'd walked to her truck he'd grabbed her, whispering menacingly into her ear those terms of endearment that he'd tormented her with when he'd possessed Ben. Dragging her off to a small cabin far from the lights of the city he'd beaten her, reveled in her screams and terror, cut her to make her bleed, licking the blood from the wounds like an alcoholic craves booze or a heroin addict craves a hit.

He could have killed her right then and there but he enjoyed the torment he caused. Enjoyed her fear and the taste of that pure blood. He took her back to the city and as she struggled to get away his knife slipped and went between her ribs, puncturing her lung and making it impossible to scream. As she laid there bleeding out in that dirty alley her soul cried out, sending a plea to Heaven. Little did she know that her Grandmother had been right and that she did indeed have her own Guardian Angel. Even more surprising was when she saw who it was.

Gabriel appeared to her in that alley and in the backflash of headlights that swept past the alley she caught a glimpse of large, dark wings, like a shadow and they were gone before she passed out. When she awoke she was in a hotel room and the beautiful woman from the club was there as was the man she'd seen in the alley. Needless to say it took some adjusting to but she learned that angels were more real than she'd ever dreamed. Even more shocking was that her personal Guardian was no other than the Archangel Gabriel.

Over time she grew close to both Cadence and Gabriel. Cadence was like a sister to her and Gabriel...he was the white knight she'd always dreamed of. It wasn't surprising that the pure hearted, innocent that she was fell in love with him. Head over heels. Thanks to the meddling of a pagan goddess of love the two found themselves in an embrace one night, kissing. it was the most perfect kiss she'd ever had in her life and she understood that the love she'd felt for her dead fiance was nothing in comparison to this...and it shredded her inside. Cadence was pregnant with his twins. She loved her like a sister and here she was, in love with the man that for all purposes was her husband. Worse, who was her Guardian angel.

She tried to run from it, to avoid them both but circumstances would not allow that to happen. She had to come to terms with it all and confessed everything to Cadence, begging her to hit her to hate her to scream at her but instead she was met with kindness and acceptance. There was no way in this world or any other she would ever come between them, ever be a homewrecker and Cadence believed her. Their bond was made stronger by the adversity. When time came she was there to help Cadence deliver the babies and helped with them the first few years of their lives, loving them like her own flesh and blood, spending hours singing to them or playing with them or letting them do small things in the kitchen to help her.

Gabriel had found a way to repay her, clearing her name of the charge and allowing her to once more return home to her family. It was the best gift she'd ever been given. She returned to Kentucky and to her family and lived many years peacefully there on the farm, cherishing the days with them. But she never found love again, her heart still tethered to the one man she could never have. She lost touch with Cadence and Gabriel and the children. She did not know when Lucifer came back. Did not know that the world had fallen right away. The news had stories of horrors that were crossing the nation but until a few months ago it hadn't touched her little slice of heaven.

But when it did it hit hard. Her brother was away from home with a rodeo and when the people they'd known as neighbors had turned on them and attacked she fought hard and with all she had as did the rest of her family but they all fell. Her mother, her father, her grandparents. She'd had seen them die and it rocked her to her very core. She'd called out in vain for Gabriel, screamed his name to the top of her lungs but he never showed, never came, there was no one to defend her family. Slinging her rifle and bow over her shoulder she jumped on her horse and tearing off bareback, no bridle even as she clung to the horse as she fled home once more. Everywhere the world had fallen and unspeakable horrors were everywhere.


She feared that they were dead and that Gabriel too was dead. It was the only reason she could think of that he would have ignored her call, not knowing he was imprisoned in Lucifer's lair.

And I feel this empty place inside
<<< ...so afraid that I've lost my Faith>>>
~~ w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g ~~

Your name; Agent K
Your age; I can remember the Smurfs and the Snorks when they were originally on TV. Oh and Jem and She-Ra, and He-Man.
Role Playing experience;18 yrs online, longer with table tops
Contact; You all have my contact stuff
Role Play sample; Kayla winced as she caught AJ's expression as she spoke, visibly cringing as she opened her mouth to say something before she sighed. Nodding in complete agreement she speaks, wide-eyed as she hugs the serving tray to her chest. "Oh I know...I just hate that stuff. Unfortunately it's an occupational hazard for me." There's a little shrug at that. "I.. I just don 't want ya gettin in trouble or nothin'.." she goes on looking down at the toes of her high heels as she does, not seeing what Allesasandra is seeing happening. "I mean..It's New Years and everyone supposed to be havin fun an' all and well you seem like a right nice gal and I just...."

But her words trailed off as she heard the woman say that and looked up at her like she'd just lost her mind. She shook her head about the weapons, still n ot understanding what she was saying.

"Civilian?"

It was about that time that she felt her ankle grabbed and heard the screams that were growing in volume through the club. So startled as she was her own terrified scream was added to the cacophony even as A.J. pulled her away fromthe rail and pushed her toward the stairs.

There was blood everywhere and for a moment she stood at the top of the stairs wide-eyed and dazed, terror coursing through her veins. She'd only seen this much blood once in her life and that time it was because of her. She felt her stomach twist and threaten to heave as she stood there, the tray gripped like a lifeline.

That's when she saw them coming up the stairs, a swarm of pale, dark clothed people with REALLY bad teeth. It was just too surreal. "This isn't happening...Oh dear God in heaven. Please let this be just another bad dream." she chanted to herself as she watched them coming and for the life of her couldn't convince her legs to move,her feet to run. It was like one of those terrible dreams where you're running and running and not getting anywhere. The kind that you open your mouth and try with all your might to scream but you can't get out a sound.

But though her legs wouldn't work her lungs did and as the first one reached her she screamed bloody murder and as his hand reached out to grab her by the hair instict kicked in and she reacted. It was simple fight or flight and since she couldn't get her body to do the flight part it was all fight.

She brought her knee up fast and hand and nailed the vampire in the groin, making him double over before she drew back the serving tray and bashed him over the head with it while he was bent in twain. She'd been surrounded by her fair share of barroom brawls before and she'd learned how to use that tray well enough to protect herself. Of course the people she had to protect herself from was a bunch of drunk rednecks, truckers, and cowboys, not blood sucking vampires!!

She felt that tingle in her legs and knew that this time they'd work when she tried to move, the adrenaline pumped through her system by fear kicking in. Raising a foot she kicked the vampire down the stairs and paused only long enough to slip out of the high heels. No way was she gonna be able to run in these things!

Holding one high heeled shoe like a weapon she threw the other at a female vamp that dropped down in front of her as she screamed and then hit her in the forehead with the heel of the one still in her hand, the heel sticking in it just before a metal rod pierced through her skull and splattered her a little with the blood and bits of brain and hair. Looking toward the direction of the thrower she locked eyes with Ty, looking at him for what seemed like forever, one of those frozen moments between heartbeats. He'd come for her. Had he? Yes...something deep inside told her it was the case even though her pessimistic side doubted.

It was a little frightening to see him so keyed up. She'd never seen him like this before. In fact, she'd never even seen him in a normal fight with the drunks he tossed. He always took it outside. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once. But she saw the movement behind him, looking that way and opening her mouth to scream a warning but he turned, as if he'd sensed them, facing an entire group of those monsters and making her heart leap into her throat.

“Come on! Let’s see what you’ve got. I think I hear Hades calling your name; can’t keep the big man waiting!”

She heard him roar it but it didn't stop her from worrying about him. If only she had her rifle she could pick these things off one at a time but that was in the truck. Wait! No it wasn't! It was in Ty's locker...all the way down in the employee's locker room.

Way down there.

Among them.

Crap!

She shouted to AJ as she turned to run the opposite direction, running along the railway toward the stage. There were speakers there. Tall speakers. She could easily jump from the balcony down to them and get to the locker room faster that way. She didn't realize what was down there on the stage.

"This way! There's weapons!"

She was little. She was short. She wasn't the strongest She-Ra type. But damn she was fast! And agile, slipping around people in her bare feet and dodging club goers and vampires alike as she ran.

She paused only once in her flight to bash a vampire over the head with the tray to stop him from feeding on the redhead that was laid out over a table, sending a quick, hard little kidney punch to his back and whacking him in the face with the tray when he rose up roaring at her. Sure it didn't kill him but it did break his nose and make him howl in pain. Just long enough to grab the woman's hand and pull her up off the table and shove her towards an exit before she was on her way again.

Reaching the railing she hopped up over it, her hands on the rails, having to give up the only weapon she had, her tray to jump over the edge, her bare feet landing on the speaker seconds before she did in a crouch. Another second later she was climbing down that big ass speaker like a spider monkey to land on the stage and turn to head behind it.

But what she saw there stopped her cold as she stared at Luka and backed up in fear. CRAP!! .

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