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Ambers bio

GENERAL

Real Name: Amber March Rivers

Alias: Hellfire

Meaning to Name: Amber is a pyromaniac so the name is kinda self explanatory... (hopefully)

Nickname(s): (I’ll say who calls her what cause some of the pastas have personal nicknames for her) Bitch-Jeff, Drowned Buddy(or Love)-BEN, Devil-LJ, Sis- Sally, Toby and Clockwork, Child-Slender, Am-Liu, Disaster-EJ, Dumbass-Puppeteer

Age: 16(yes I know this is cliche...😔)

D.O.B: October 13th

D.O.D: None

Birthplace: Was born in Asheville, NC but moved to Denver, Colorado when her father and brother died

Language(s): English and sometimes sleepy gibberish

Voice: Her voice is raspy due to smoke inhalation

Current Residence: Mostly her and Liu’s cabin but will sometimes stay at slender mansion

Gender: Female

Species/Race: Human

Status: Alive

Cause of Death: SHE NOT DEAD

Alliance: Most of the Creepypastas and Liu

Occupation: She is a solo killer but is welcomed at the mansion and stays there sometimes

Weapons: Hunting knives(backup weapon that she prefers not to use), lighter, gasoline, whatever is in her belt at any given time. She can and will fight with anything she can find

Method of Killing: This depends on her mood. Usually she will simply burn victims alive but will sometimes torture those unlucky enough to be targeted by her when she’s in one of her psycho moods

Goal/Reason to Kill: Kills people she sees as bad or villains. This includes abusive parents, bullies, criminals, and all around bad people. Also kills people who are living terrible lives to ‘put them out of their misery’. She kills to rid the world of the pain she went through. The only exception to this is when her moods are unstable, then she will try to kill anyone she runs into. When she first goes crazy she kills everyone who knew her before she left.

Phrase: Burn in hell!

Theme song: Play with fire

Hobby(ies): (Well besides killing) drawing, video games, hanging out with Liu, training, playing with Sally, running, pissing off Jeff, and helping EJ with medical shit

Special Item(s): her lighter that Liu gives her

Likes: Fire, some other pastas, dogs, Liu, killing, music, and candy

Dislikes: Sometimes Jeff, Puppeteer, Zalgo, fangirls!!,humans, LJ stealing her candy, and cowards

Fear(s): Losing those important to her, the police, thunderstorms, and being useless

Personality: Very brave, snarky, doesn't trust easily, sporty but likes her alone time, Give the girl a bubble for hells sake!!! Loves her few friends very much and will do anything for someone who has gained her trust. Tends to overthink things and believe that someone means something they really don't. Due to the guilt from her father and brother’s deaths she is very closed off and will rarely show her true feelings. Hides pain with humor/sarcasm. Due to mood swings she is very unpredictable. Try to get her to wear girly clothes or pink and she will kill you painfully! Sadly she’s not very like able and if a mortal met her....well...😵

RELATIONSHIPS

Sexual Orientation: Asexual(note: asexuals do feel romantic attraction just not sexual attraction so having a crush or boy/girlfriend is not unlikely)

Relationship: Not in a relationship but may have a crush... (NOT ON JEFF!!!)

Family: She thinks of the Creepypastas like family because her biological family is dead

Allies/Friends: Most of the pastas (Though sometimes she gets on Jeff and Jane's nerves) and Liu!

Rivals/Enemies: Main enemys are Zalgo and all humans that are bad or threaten her family but she has a bad relationship with Jeff, Jane, LJ, and the Puppeteer

APPEARANCE

Hair: Dirty Blonde hair that goes just past shoulder length

Skin: Tan!

Eyes: One is light brown while the other is missing

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 138.7 lbs

Body Type: muscular build with a slight upside down triangle shape

Outfit:

Casual: Light blue hoodie with black leggings and silver converse.

Hunting: Black leggings, grey muscle tank with a hood, bandaged arms and hands, combat boots with steel toes, belt with lighter, knives and gas, and a skull half face mask

Accessories: Earbuds(not while hunting though) her black backpack, and silver flame earrings

Distinguishing Features: Her scar over her eye, missing eye, and other small scars,burns, and bruises from fighting and pulling crazy stunts

PHYSICAL / MENTAL

Disorder(s): Pyromaniac, uncontrollable mood swings(usually between happy, violent/psycho, and depressed/unfeeling)

Abilities/Strengths: Very athletic due to heavy training, unfeeling to victims because of her mood swings,smart in crime or survival situation, cares about her friends because she hates losing anyone she cares about, fits in with the pastas due to insanity

Weaknesses/Faults: Will do anything to protect her friends, speaks without thinking, arrogant because she’s never been caught, can be clumsy because of her large build, untrusting due to past betrayals, has a hard time killing animals(guard dogs), can sometimes be sloppy with kills, extremely unpredictable...

STATS

Intelligence: 8

Strength: 7.5

Speed: 5

Agility: 3

Endurance: 8

Stamina: 7

Balance: 2

Tolerance: 2.5 (Gets annoyed very easily)

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This is a survivors story of Amber:

Date: July 13, Monday

I’ve been in the hospital for a week or so now. Time is hard here but I think it’s been a week. I still remember exactly what happened even if I would rather not keep the memories of my family’s deaths. That psycho killed them all! My mom, my dad, my twin sister, and my two brothers are all dead! I don’t know why she spared me but I would rather be dead and with my family that how I am now. I want the freak dead and gone. If the police had been fast enough then she would be in jail where she should be but they only got there after she was long gone. They promise me that they will catch her soon but I know its not true. It’s been a week now and they haven’t caught a girl of about 16. It seemed unlikely but that’s what was going on. They must have not been trying hard enough, that was the only explanation. Either that or what she told my father was true. I don't care if they catch her anymore though. If they can’t then I will once I get out of here. I have no idea how but I will. I’ll kill her for what they did to my family. The officers are here now to talk to me yet again. My doctors here to. There probably going to tell me that everything is going to be ok. It wont thought, I know that much.

Date: July 27th, Monday

Sorry that I was gone for so long. The doctor wanted to try a new treatment for my injurys that involved covering my face so I couldn’t write. It didn’t do much though. I still look like a horror monster. I didn’t tell you what happened last time did I? Well I’ll tell you now.

It was a normal night for my family. We were in our summer cabin at the time and were watching a movie before bed. It was one of my favorite comedys and all six of us were laughing hard as the main character got pranked by his older brother. We were having a great time. I never could have imagined what would happen next. After the movie finished we cleaned up the popcorn we had spilled and began to get ready for bed. Me and Alice, my twin sister, went up to our room while Dylan and Aaron stayed downstairs to sleep on the couch. Mom and dad already gone to bed halfway through the movie and were sleeping soundly in their upstairs master bedroom. The only sounds were the boys laughing quietly and soft snoring from my dad. It was peaceful. Me and Alice climbed into out bunk beds and began to drift off to sleep.

At about one in the morning give or take, I woke up to the smell of something burning. I jolted awake and woke Alice as well. I had her stay put while I went to investigate. As I creeped down the stairs I heard giggling. I was freaked out but I had to make sure nothing was wrong. It was probably my brothers anyway. I reached the bottom of the stairs and screamed at what I saw. My brothers and parents were tied to chairs in the kitchen and the living room was on fire. I regretted screaming almost instantly because a shortish figure padded their way into the kitchen from the burning living room. There in the firelight stood the source of all my terror. The girl looked about 5’4” and 16 or 17 years old. She was blonde, very tan and I guess could have been pretty. But she looked absolutely insane. Covered in burn marks with a loose ponytail drooping over one eye the girl just giggled. She didn’t say anything but the way she held herself made it obvious she wasn’t here to sell Girl Scout cookies. I gasped and then covered my mouth, hoping she hadn’t heard me. She didn’t even look my way. Not as I panted or even as I hid behind the stairwell. I was glad she hadn’t heard me but that relief soon turned to terror as she strowed towards my family. I was just glad Alice was upstairs. The freakish girl crouched down in front of the chairs my parents were tied to and brushed the hair from her face. From my hiding place I could see enough of her face to realize why she had kept her hair over it. One side of her face was horribly burned with a gashed out eye. I dry heaved where I stood as I had always been squeamish. The girl pulled open one of the pouches on her belt and brought out a few syringes. I didn’t know what those were for and I didn’t want to. Everything in me was screaming to take on the girl and save my family but for some reason my brain told me not to. The girl didn’t look very dangerous but I planned to wait and see what she did. As she pulled off her blue hoodie to reveal a grey tank top I was instantly glad I had waited. The girl was about 100% muscle. I could see her muscles flexing even as she fiddled with the syringes in her hand. I was a skinny 13 year old so there was no way I could take on this girl. I would have to wait for my dad to wake up from whatever sleep he was in. At this point I should have called the police but all the phones were on the counter right by the girl. My parents had a rule that phones got put away at night. As I was thinking how I could get to them the girl noticed them. It was like me thinking of them had brought them to her attention. She brought her hand to her side and drew a long hunting knife which she used the end of to smash all six phones. I bit my tongue as I tried not to scream. This girl was smart as well as strong! I turned to make sure the fire in the living room hadn’t spread and found it creeping up the stairs. I sighed in relief. At least it wasn’t going towards the kitchen. As I turned back I saw the girl jam one of the needles into my father’s arm. He jolted awake almost instantly. His eyes widened as he saw the girl and how everyone was tied up. The girl looked at his terrified face and began to giggle even more. She paused after a minute and rasped,

“Ah, good morning! Did you sleep well? I hope so because you wont sleep ever again. I had to drug you which I know isn’t polite but I couldn’t have you wake up before the surprise could I?!”

She sounded strange. Her voice was melodic but raspy at the same time.

“Who are you?! What do you want with me and my family?!” My dad growled, not afraid of the teen.

”Oh, its not obvious? You’re a retired firefighter right? Do you really not remember the family that died because you were too slow to save them?! My family!! My name is Amber Rivers. Yours is Nate Gray. To bad we wont have time to get acquainted.” She giggled out, rage twisting her already horrid face.

”I remember you! You’re that one girl who left her family to burn in a wildfire!” Dad gasped.

”I didn’t kill them!!” The girl, Amber, wailed while she clutched her head, “They wouldn’t have died if you hadn’t been so slow to save them. I’m only doing this to avenge them!”

”Doing what?! You broke into my house and lit it on fire, isn’t that enough?!” Dad begged to the girl as if he knew that something was about to happen.

”You know what I’m here to do! Haven’t you read the newspapers lately? The team the failed to save my family are all dead as well as their family’s. All the nurses and doctors that saved me and not them are gone. All the psychiatrists that I saw have been killed. I’m erasing my old life from existence. Soon know no one will know that Amber Rivers ever existed. Even my childhood friends were murdered. I’m no longer Amber Rivers so everyone who knew her will be eliminated. That’s my goal. Amber Rivers is dead and soon everyone who knew her will be to!” Amber yelled as her eye twitched and rolled in her socket.

“You’re crazy!! Someone will stop you! You’re a kid you cant get away with killing so many people!!” My dad hissed in anger.

”Sorry old man. I can. My father taught me everything he knew about his job. Guess what?! He was a police captain!! I know everything there is to know about how cops operate and train. On top of that I could easily pass any of the exams given by the department. I’ve trained in criminal tracking and about every style of combat that exists since I could walk. The local police can’t catch me. They may be stronger and better armed but I know exactly how they operate. I know what they will try to do and when they will do it. If I slip up then yes I will end up in jail but I won’t slip up. I’ve trained too long for that to happen.” Amber growled as she spun her knife in her hand.

”You’re just a stupid child. You-“ My father began as Amber darted in like a battering ram. His voice turned to screams as the sharp blade dug into his stomach.

I bit my tongue yet again as my father screamed in pain. I wanted desperately to help him but knew I would only delay his death with mine if I went out into the open. The crazy teen continued to attack my father and I noticed something. Amber seemed to favor a strength based form of combat, so she must not be very agile. As my father began to bleed out my two older brothers shook off whatever drug that the killer had used on them. They quickly untied their bonds and stood up from their chairs. Apparently Amber hadn’t counted on them waking up because their bonds were lose. The drug must work differently on teens compared to adults. Both of them took in the scene. The bloodstained girl and our dead father caused them to grab knives from the nearby block. Amber slowly stood at the noise that they made. A brief look of fear crossed her face at the sight of two high school football players brandishing knives. She quickly steeled herself and struck at them. Somehow she managed to gash the two boys in the stomachs but got stabbed deep in the shoulder in the process. An animalistic scream rattled from Amber’s throat as blood ran from her deep wound. I mentally cheered for my brothers. Between the two of them they could kill her or at least knock her out. I expected her to stop fighting as her knife hand had been rendered useless but she just switched hands and lunged again. She clipped Dylan’s chest pretty deep and stabbed Aaron in the arm. His knife clattered to the ground as his arm began to bleed badly. Things were looking bad for the two of them until Dylan stabbed Amber in the back. She crumpled to the floor and both boys began to kick her repeatedly. Blood flew from her mouth and body as she tried to cover herself with her arm. Aaron’s foot hit right in her stabbed shoulder causing her to yell in pain. I wish I could say that I felt bad but I was smiling brightly as the killer took her rightful beating. I really thought that my brothers were going to win until I heard two gunshots ring through the air. Both of my brothers froze as blood spots appeared on their shirts. Aarons eyes glassed over and he lay on the ground, dead within a matter of seconds as he had been hit in the lung. Dylan slumped but stayed upright, trying to slow the blood flow from his stomach. I whirled around trying to find the source of the bullets. I was about to give up when I saw Amber struggle to sit up, visibly favoring her good arm. She spat blood from her mouth and smiled sickly as she held a pistol loosely from her bloody hand. She must have had it in her belt the whole time and grabbed it while my brothers beat on her. I watched in horror as she panted in pain and forced herself into a standing position. Even bleeding and in pain the psycho was still grinning. She pointed the gun at Dylan who was struggling to stay standing through his pain and blasted his head. The shot echoed through the house as Dylan fell, dead. I watched her mutter to herself, pleased, and pull a thermos from her belt. She poured the contents of the red container over my moms head and the sharp smell of gasoline hit my nose. Amber then fished a lighter out of her pocket and lit the gasoline that covered my mother. As flames consumed her I felt my jaw drop at how quickly I had just lost my mother. Amber then dragged the other three bodies over into the living room with a huge amount of difficulty. I watched as she lay them in the fire to burn. She stumbled quite a bit walking back and was panting in pain while holding her stabbed arm to her. I hoped she would die soon from blood loss. She had killed all of them like it was nothing. She didn’t even look guilty. I thought nothing else could hurt me that bad until I heard screaming and a sizzling noise. Alice ran down the stairs burnt like a piece of toast left in the toaster too long. She fell halfway down and slid down on to the kitchen floor and gasped a few times before going silent. She apparently had fallen back asleep until the fire had reached her and by then it was too later.

I felt tears run down my face as my last family member died right in front of me. I tried to keep quiet but I felt a scream rip out of my throat. Only then did I realize how much my throat hurt from smoke inhalation. I saw Amber look over at me, curious. I guess she wondered how long I had been there for. She looked at me for a minute and then spoke,

” I knew you were there the whole time, filthy coward!”

The killer then turned and limped slowly out of the house, walking right into the fire that was now raging throughout the whole house. The last I saw of her was a silhouette in the smoke, stumbling out of my cabin, ignoring the burns she was definitely getting. I passed out soon after from inhaling so much smoke. I remember hearing sirens right before everything went black and silent.

I woke up here. In a hospital that is. The firefighters made it in to the cabin in time to save me from death’s open arms. I was left how I am now. Badly burned all over except for a small sections of my face and body and traumatized by the death of my whole family. I see that freak every night in my nightmares, killing everything I care about. I know I’m not her only victim but I will do everything I can to kill her once I get out of here! I swear that on my dead family!