Woo! Got Ricky done- placeholder for this crazy lady, she'll be a lot of fun >:D (...I need to get re-adjusted to formatting. It dislikes me.)
Lirieth Aya Silver
"Get off my back, I's with no one."
Twenty-Two | Female | Member
Appearance:
At first glance, Aya looks rather standoffish and preened. She stands upright at 5'10", and walks with such an envious dignity as to seem like a lady of the court. With an hourglass frame and lean but toned build, she is often hiding something beneath her makeup and layers of dresses. She is- in all honesty- never seen without a knife. Or a pistol. Her flowing, loosely curled auburn hair is a clear symbolism of her Irish blood, matched with a set of sapphire blue eyes as clear and capturing as a lake by moonlight.
Her face is heart shaped, with a pointed chin and pale complexion. She- as described by lords- "looks like a doll". Pure enjoyment comes out of dressing regally, though it isn't uncommon to see her in a men's casual outfit instead. Overall, she has a... changing look. Sometimes, she's beautiful. Other times, she can look so much like a man that her father would be convinced he'd had a son instead.
Aroma:
Aya has the smell of the northern wilderness; evergreen pines, newly fallen snow, and woodsmoke.
Voice:
Soft and lilting, sounding rather Irish and ladylike.
Personality:
From a young age, her parents have had one word for her: spirited. She used to be considered fiendish enough to be some sort of demon, but has since grown out her mischevious nature into something more: adventure. Whenever you see her, she'll always be dragging someone around with her, whether to tease the mayor of Openshaw, play a trick on their leader, or mess with the senses of some of the more hardened members.
She loves people, and would do anything to keep herself around them. Yet she has a tendency to be pessimistic and opportunistic. When mixed with primitive impulsivity... you can only imagine the consequences. If she doesn't like someone, she'll go and tell them to hang on a tree. If she wants to resolve something, she'll walk up as your best friend and try to make her greatest efforts for compromise; nothing means more to her than a relationship, and she'll forever be loyal.
Strengths:
Disguise | Whatever you see in Aya, it's what she wants you to see. Whether that's her most common- a lady of the court- or something else, like a miner, worker, or even a boy, you may never see her true face.
Music | She is often seen with an instrument in hand, cheering up the gang in camp. It's something she truly loves- accompanied by her voice, melodious songs can bring anyone to stop and listen.
Riding | Having spent most of her early years on horseback, she knows her way around in any sort of area, between the Black Wolf Woods and Deadrise Mountains to the dusty plains of the West.
Weaknesses:
Risk | Aya is careless with lives, to the point of risking them for something trivial. Often, this is in pursuit of sheer enjoyment, other times, for revenge. In any case, no one's truly safe near her.
Impulsiveness | She'll act on any whim that takes hold of her at the first moment- one on anger, joy, or adventure. It's controlled by her emotions, which can be extreme to the point of intense, impulsive actions.
Obstinacy | More stubborn than a mule, this one. No one can get her to do something if she doesn't want to- especially not the leaders, Shaw and Aidan. She's quite the rebel.
Other:
Aya has an American Mustang; he is a dark bay piebald stallion she calls Hunt.
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Rickshaw "Rifle" Warren
"Been here a long time, folks."
Thirty | Male | Gang Leader
Appearance:
Shaw has a sturdy build, standing at 6' with broad shoulders and large hands. His skin tone is a warm copper, true to his Italian heritage. Raven, oilslicked hair frames a chiseled face, with high cheekbones and a square chin covered in stubble. He has eyes a striking hazel green- pale, yet ringed with evergreen at the edge. Sometimes, they seem as if he stares into your soul; as if evaluating the very thing that may make you human, his eyes bore deep into your mind, seemingly waiting for you, watching to see what you might do and why.
He is always covered in what he calls a "healthy layer of dirt"- mostly dust from the plains or ash from fires. It doesn't bother him, which shows in his face- a mask of calm, cool neutrality. As for what he wears? Expect a cowboy from this man. He's got a dirt brown Nevada hat, curled upwards at the sides, matching roper boots intricately decorated with patterns typical to the time. His attire is what you'd expect- leather jacket with a black t-shirt, snakeskin belt, and a pistol on either side.
Personality:
Shaw tends to be... distanced. Reserved. He keeps away from the group; often being that person hiding in the shade of an oak, or a birch, or whatever trees they have. He finds he thinks better when he's outside the influence of the others, though he shows respect where due with his second or other leaders. Some might think he's estranged from them all, and he may well be- yet, many times, he's lost in his own head, seeing things from his past as if they were... real. He can snap out of this as quick as any man- after all, it only truly bothers with his sight, and that he can control.
Yet, there's something so wild about him, so true to the name of the Western cowboy. He tries to make jokes and interact where he can, even going on adventures- after all, the best leadership is with advice and experience- though, after their failed robbery, he was left with a sense that staying in camp was much better for the "ringleader". So he stays.
He has an intimidating air, yet once you make his acquaintance, he'll protect you to the end. Whether his friend, enemy, or stranger, he's more than willing to take up arms to shoot at someone after them, if it's the law that's chasing 'em. He may be hard to befriend, of course- this man is seemingly dispassionate to most things, yet has a stone-solid sense of self-esteem and lets his emotions overrule his logic, most days.
Strengths:
Accuracy | With a gun, you wouldn't believe how good Shaw can be. He could hit a target from as far away a bullet can go- always trusty with a couple of pistols.
Leadership | He may not be the wildest, strongest, or most intelligent, but having such a blend of those qualities makes him a well-balanced leader, in the long run.
Keeping Secrets | While he may not be the most open, he knows when to keep his mouth shut about things people tell him, and will do so without question. They're his gang- his people- and it's his bit to do in return for them.
Weaknesses:
Dispassionate | "Look, if you've got problems, take it to someone else." From being distanced, Shaw is naturally blunt and dismissive. If anyone tries to have a genuine conversation with him, he'll just as likely stand and stare as talk like everything's neutral.
Judgemental | He has a tendency to listen to certain people based on who they are, judging their capabilities until they've proven themselves. Often, he'll tend to members over newcomers, and men more than women.
Anger | Well... it's hard to rile him up, but when you do, you better watch out. Put it this way: if he thinks you need to be put back in your place, you will be. Not necessarily nicely.
Other:
He has no horse- Shaw hardly leaves their camp, believing it's better for the leader to keep from getting caught. Instead, he has a black wolf, found along the wood's edge in the midst of winter. And his nickname- it was given to him by his sister, who watched him shoot, once.
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