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Hunor Végváry fell in love with Arizona at first sight. He built his dream ranch about a hundred miles from the border, around a natural creek for clean water supply. He came from noble background, although most of his fortune was earned by horse breeding in Hungary. Eventually the little country wasn't enough for him, especially after purchasing four Akhal Teke horses, two with pure cremello coats, one glowing dark bay and a stunning black with one marble blue eye. In addition to the four extremely rare gems, the Véghváry Ranch was also home to Mustangs, Thoroughbreds, a few Quarter horses and a Hungarian heritage: Lipizzan.
Hunor was determined to give the majestic animals the best treatment possible and sell them to trusted buyers or fellow breeders. With the surprisingly wide gene pool, many great racehorses were born, healthy and free from most hereditary diseases caused by inbreeding. While most in his profession only could admire and congratulate him on his results, jealousy and envy, especially because of the ethereal jewel horses also followed him. He married an enchanting woman, Myra whom he once discovered whispering sweet nothings to one of the cremello Akhal Teke named Pearl. True love at first sight; how could he not when even the mere sight of her bewitched him.
After marriage, a baby girl was born, inheriting her mother's effortless grace and abilities regarding animals and her father's eyes along with his stubbornness. Hunor had everything he ever dreamed of having: a loving wife, a beautiful daughter and a safe environment for his horses. It all turned to smoke when their house caught on fire one night. Carrying his daughter to safety from the burning building, then immediately running back into the flames for his trapped wife. After a few minutes passed and there was no sign of him, many ranch hands decided to follow after him in vain hope. The raging inferno of a building collapsed after a two minutes. Karma was ten.
Investigation ruled out any accidents, determining arson as the cause which claimed 12 lives in total. The suspect or suspects weren't found at that time. While the remaining employees tried their best to look after the spooked, traumatized horses while dealing with grief of their loved ones and friends, Hunor's brother, Attila moved down with his family to avoid Karma ending up in foster care. Attila was...a violent man. A sergeant in the army with loud and flawed opinions; his wife Lorella was kind, quiet and patient, trying to give Karma as much comfort as possible. Their daughter, Rozália was four years older than Karma, it was clear Attila wanted her to follow in his footsteps.
After losing her parents and many others whom she considered family, Karma rarely spoke, didn't even tell her first name to her uncle. Lorella once calmed her after a particularly violent nightmare that karma will catch the ones responsible, even if the law won't; therefore her name was born. Despite barely keeping contact with his brother prior to the tragedy, Attila acted like he owned the place, Karma often caught him mistreating, overworking younger horses. Rozália proved to have a natural gift regarding horseriding, one of the blood bay Thoroughbreds taking a liking to her. It was a strangely aggressive mare, in Attila's words useless for both breeding and racing due to her temper. Yet she liked Rozália, and despite being an atheist, Karma could see the resemblance to Bellum, the Horseman of War whenever her cousin rode on Vihar.
After a few years it was more like a competition than friendly family banter, disapproved by Lorella but silenced with a cracking slap upon voicing her opinion about pitting the cousins against each other. During this time Karma realized she was born with hypermobility and a near impeccable aim. Rozália had many advantages over her, but Karma had a natural talent regarding firearms and ultimately she was the better esquetarian, which pissed off Attila to no end.
Karma suffocated for six years under that excuse of a man, during one of his even worse drunken rage Lorella fled with blood sweeping from her face, dragging Rozália with her who looked like ready to murder her own father with her bare hands. One of Hunor's loaded antique Winchester rifle in hand, Karma chased her uncle off her ranch. He never returned.
Now fresh and rightful owner of the Véghváry Ranch, one of the sleazy competitor breeder immediately made an offer for the horses and property. The heiress responded accordingly to his tone, shooting his hat off without hesitation and announcing if he opens his mouth again she will aim for the head.
With the increased duties Karma became homeschooled, helping, learning as much as she could from her father's books which thankfully were stored in a separate building along with his gun collection. While Hunor only had display or paperweight purposes for most, Karma was drawn to them, especially the 10" Colt Buntline Specials and the new production Winchester lever action rifles. She honed her newfound skills with passion and a wild spark in her emerald eyes. Her fingers were long, almost freakishly so, slim and dexterous, reflexes unrivaled with great movement prediction; every trait that would've made her a famous and feared gunslinger two hundred years ago.
But it turned out, she didn't miss out on the Wild West experience. The ranch was close to the border, cartel activities weren't unheard of and only seemed to be getting worse as time went on. During those time the sheriff was nowhere to be found, therefore the teenager girl did what seemed the most rational: opened precise fire on the ill intentioned trespassers to protect her employees and horses. When it first happened she was arrested but later released after the witnesses' testimony that it was self defense along with finding various weapons next to the corpses.
Retribution started as an ambush while she was riding a young mustang in the desert, the horse shot dead, a heated blade tracing a jagged cut starting from her forehead and inching towards her right eye. Jerking her head upwards caused the knife to miss her eye, slashing her cheek instead; after an unexpectedly hard kick with steel heeled boots and a quickdraw later the three men laid dead in the dirt. The weapon was one of their own, found clear of fingerprints nearby. Karma was sick of traumas defining her, upon arriving home, she took the blade to her own hands and carved four precise crescent moon cuts along the bone of her eye socket, making the scar a crosshair.
After highschool graduation Karma was unsure about college, she learned what interested her whenever she wanted...but she had an undeniable talent in drawing and painting, so realistic they often got mistaken as photographs. Maybe art major wouldn't be so terrible in the future, she trusted the ranch will be running in her absence if she can't apply for online courses.
When Karma was 21, a filly was born: from a dark bay half Lipizzan, half Mustang mare and a black pureblood Akhal Teke stallion. The horse took more after the stallion regarding physical characteristics from build to the signature glistening coat. The young mare was pure raven black without any markings and Karma was immediately charmed. She took an extraordinary liking to her, her incredible agility and speed earning her the name Villám. Their bond was pure, special, almost if the two were soulmates. Inseparable, responsive; soon Karma was practicing shooting while riding with frightening accuracy. She loved nothing more than spending time with Villám be it training or playing, often treating her as if she was human. The nearby town was well acquainted with Karma, everyone heard about the tragedy yet nobody knew her given first name. The townspeople were fond of the young woman who was strong enough to overcome everything and continue her father's profession; they also were aware she stood between them and the cartel violence instead of the law enforcement.
At the age of 25, Karma enrolled in art major after figuring out she would like to make a living from her less violent talent. The college is in a different state, due to her hypermobility condition she spends November to April back in Arizona, completing coursework online and in mail because she has tremendous joint pain in colder weathers. This option also gives her the opportunity to still manage the ranch, most importantly be with Villám and constantly gain inspiration from the breathtaking desert landscape.
Additional information:
Karma has hypermobility (genetic) and developed hyperacusis from being exposed to gunfire a lot. At the end of the day of college Karma is often snappy, dizzy and has a migraine from being exposed to too much noise throughout the day.
Loves The Walking Dead and has Rick Grimes' signature 6" Colt Python
Absolutely loathes horse racing and any horse related sports because of how exploitative and dangerous they are regarding the animals. She refuses to sell any of her horses as professional racehorses; by all means have friendly competitions and act like cowboys but don't dare to ruin and discard her horses at 'professional sports'
Hardcore Bon Jovi fan, has all CDs and vinyls
Bisexual with no specific lean, sexually adventurous, had two threesomes so far, once with an another girl and a man, secondly with two men. Freaky sex poses possible due to her frightening flexibility.
Survived a school shooting at 15 by challenging the shooter to a pistol duel (against a semi automatic rifle) and outdrew him. She became homeschooled soon after that.
Very strained relationship with her cousin, Rozália who is currently finishing her masters in criminal psychology and to have a star studded military officer career. She sees too much of her uncle's aggression in Rozy.
The facial scarring occurred when she was almost 18, after she turned 18, the cartel sent two dozen men to the ranch. None of them returned.
Absolutely terrified of fire
Her best friend after Villám is Tianna who is the orphaned daughter of two employees also died in the fire, she is five years younger than Karma, therefore doesn't remember her first name.
She is still hunting for the killer of her parents all while ignoring the increased unwanted advances from the sheriff
Karma is both rich and attractive, yet she lives like a gunfighter in the 1800s and wouldn't have it any other way
BRITNEY SPEARS I Dream Within A Dream Tour, Live from Las Vegas 2002
👊 to help my muse in a physical altercation. - from frank
They called her The Heiress. Well, it was one of the more acceptable titles to refer her to as in public or within earshot. Inheriting her father's ranch so early due to a tragedy, a crime that was never solved even to this day, people whispered possible predictions, none in favor of the orphan. Despite the tragedy, the pressure from every direction she prevailed against all odds. No one knew her given name, only her family one, Véghváry, what a strange name anyways; instead the young ranch owner introduced herself as Karma. Seemingly hellbent on taking her first name to the grave.
Law enforcement really couldn't take criticism, especially when it came to more serious matters and with considerable alcohol in their system. But how could've Karma stayed quiet upon the endless boasting of catching someone without a green card while the back of her property was a graveyard of gang members?
Cowards, all of them. The braver ones all had been shot, leaving only the rats. She dodged the furious swipes of the broken bottle effortlessly even in the crowded inn and broke an another on his head when given the opening. Smug chuckle freezing on her vocal chords when she heard the ‘Get her horse!’ yell.
Her boots a thunder as she sprinted past, avoiding grasps upon Villám's panicked neighs and the soon to be deputy sheriff trying to get close to the ebony mare with a knife.
Drawing her Colt was an ingrained instinct, yet that split second was enough for one of the officers to catch up with her. The man jumped on her in the word's most literal meaning, both of them landing in dirt, a full force punch cracking her head sideways before she could've shot in self defense. Head spinning with tongue tasting iron, the ten inch barrel Colt slipping a few inches out of reach from her always steady hand.
Karma still trashed, hissed every obscenity she could currently think of, her tirade cut short by hands wrapping around her throat with a "Fuckin' slippery bitch" grunt. She could try and possibly reach her gun and kill in rightful self defense, although knowing the sheriff...Villám neighed again, hooves hitting sand indicating she reared. She needed her, no matter the cost. The dilemma was solved when a well built man grabbed the officer and pulled the bastard off her in one motion; she couldn't recall seeing him around but he definitely seemed to be able to handle the drunkards pouring out upon the intervention.
Like a snake slithering in sand, she swung her body towards her gun, shooting the deputy's hat off with deafening thunder, immediately halting his excited sawing of the reins. Karma stood slowly, dust covered, bloodied, eyes wild with fury, Colt already cocked and never losing her aim.
“Lay a hand on my horse and the next one will go through your skull.” gone the visage most people encountered, the calm, leveled voice spoke of experience in taking lives. If not for the motorbikes parked nearby, or the neon glow of the inn, it would've been so easy to believe time simply stopped in the 1800s here.
“You alright there tough guy?” she inquired, but decided to not risk a glance behind, keeping the man in her crosshairs
If you think you could beat this woman in a quickdraw & accuracy in any of her verses;
I have news for you.
