- The Riders of Redway - Semi-Literate - All Full - See inside if interested

Name: Jaymie Orrick
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Role: The Cutthroat
Description: Jaymie Orrick, as her name suggests, was the daughter of the blacksmith James Orrick. Because of this, Jaymie's appearance definitely reflects that of a blacksmiths. As the third child in her family, Jaymie was taken away before her parents could see her jet black hair, like all of theirs, and her cold, grey, eyes, almost flashing like a fire in the sunlight. While her eyes really have nothing special about them, her hair is short and a pixie cut, sometimes making people wonder if in fact she is a boy or a girl. Her stature is that of a ruffian, even though she is tall, she is fairly average in weight and her general appearance, making her someone you really wouldn't think was about to cut your throat, like her title suggests. Jaymie tends to wear boy's clothes, just because she can pull them off better, and the women's dresses never suited her, or her family for that matter. Her favorite outfit consists of brown trousers and a white overly-large shirt that hides her front and muscled arms, and a dark maroon coat that wraps around her and goes over her hair to hide it when she's riding into other towns and doesn't want to give herself away. The coat also keeps her warm in the cold winers in the mountain, considering her team's cabin is one of the highest up.
Personality: Jaymie knew she didn't belong at the Academy from her first word, (which was 'knife' by the way). That was always her motivation to do the best and be the best at everything, so one day, instead of going out and murdering people, she could run the opposite way and go back to her family. Though it's been a stupid dream since she was five, Jaymie still held it close, because she learned at the age of four that her parents had given her up with a locket, but the King had taken the locket, afraid that as a child she would figure everything out too quickly. Jaymie was always smarter, quicker to think of solutions, and quicker to kill without wincing. Her first mission at ten, the one she wasn't supposed to come back from, was to kill a nobleman on the other side of the mountain, the trip would take five days, going and coming back, going through snow, wind, and ice, and that was only if she could get past a wall of brick, and then a wall of guards. Jaymie got in, out, and back in five days, but when she returned, her eyes were colder, and she'd lost so much weight the Academy debated on just killing her and putting her out of her 'misery', because she was no use to them so skinny. Needless to say, Jaymie fought for her life. This also makes her very protective of the younger kids on her new team, she doesn't want them to make the same mistake she did, it's not just a 'get in, get out' scenario, it's a 'survive or don't'.
Skill: Being particularly skilled in using daggers and sleuth, Jaymie is also very good at changing her appearance, or persona, to appear as a different person.
Other: She tends to act like the 'mother' of the group, more in personality.

Name: Winter Hanna Kipric
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Role: Assassin
Description: Winter was pretty much born for the job. Her build is perfect for sneaking and killing silently. Winter Kipric is lean and short, and she's light on her feet. Her limbs are long and swift, and prety much always accurate. She's got tan skin, since she spends so much outside or in the sun. Her hair is a raven black, which makes her blend in best at night. It's long and curly, but not frizz curly. Since her hair is down to her waist, she usually has it in a neat but quick braid, so it doesn't get caught as easily when she's doing a job in the wilderness or a paticularly thorny area. Winter has multiple scars criss-crossing all over her body from the nastier jobs, but the only one taht's really visable is on her cheek, which starts above her eyebrow and disappears under the collar of her shirt.
Her wardrobe mostly consists of black. They are mostly male clothes, since all that are made for woman are corsets and frilly, itchy dresses, which she only wears to when needed. She likes lighter clothes the most, since she tends to get a little sweaty while working. She likes her knit cap, which was woven from cotton and wool. She has a special belt, which carries a small bag with personal things in it, and her weapons. The bag has a pendent that was her mothers, and her lucky earring.
Personality: Winter loves being an assassin, but despises the people who she works for. She hates the King with a passion, but is too afraid to lose her position and be killed. Winter tends to keep all her anger and sadness bundled up inside, so that makes a little snappy and mean at times. Surprisingly, Winter is nicier than she looks. She is quiet around her fellow killers, but isn't cold-hearted or rude to them, like she is to most people. If she warms up to you, Winter is actually kind of funny and sarcastic. This side of her never really shows, since she tends to get her hopes up high, and then that person is usually killed. She doesn't trust people very quickly, so don't be alarmed if she asks you a ton of questions. She does her job quick, but carefully. Strangly, she enjoys killing people. The thrill of it is like a drug to her.
Skill: What are they best at hidden attacks and decieving people.
Other: Nope

Name: Sean Fitrov
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Role: Hunter
Description: Sean is quite the sight, really. Sometimes you can't tell if he's a boy or not he's so dirty. He's really tall, around six foot or so. He's got dirty black hair that covers his eyes and ears most of the time. He's usually good about picking twigs and stuff out of it, but sometimes he just doesn't care. Why try to stay clean if you're just going to get dirty again? His tan skin is always smudge with dirt, and his face is covered with tiny scratches from tree branches and whatnot. His eyes are the only thing that stands out about him. They're a bright blue, which he hates, because how can you stay hidden? His body is strong and muscular, but Sean tends to have a small limp from a hunt gone wrong. He usually wears a thin shirt and trousers that are ripped and ruined, but they work well anyway.
Personality: Sean doesn't like talking. At all, really. If he does say something, it's quiet, almost inaudible. That doesn't make him shy, though. He'll definitely hurt you if you say one mean thing about him or someone he knows and doesn't hate. He tends to observe things, and is quick to judge others. He likes sleeping under the trees and stars, and shuns people that stay indoors during a nice day. He only shoots animals he needs to survive, but otherwise he loves wildlife.
Skill: Hunting, catching, cooking, mainly. His favorite weapon is a bow 'n' arrow.
Other: Nope

Name: Sunday (Sunny) Lia Bancroft
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Role: The Spy
Description: Her height is one of the main contributors to her role as The Spy. Short for her age, Sunny only stands at around 5’1” as a fifteen-year-old girl. Because of this, her features are petite, causing her to look very young overall (in fact, she’s often mistaken as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old). Her skin is fair, contrasting nicely with her nearly white, light blonde hair. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of light green, contrast flawlessly with the rest of her. Sunny gives a bright and well, “sunny” vibe to those around her and that’s often what surprises people the most- she’s an excellent spy. Her small size make her quick and nearly silent as she sneaks, while her appearance makes those around her unsuspecting to her true agendas.
Personality: Most describe her as quiet and shy, but in all actuality, she’s not. She’s really only quiet when she’s introduced to a new situation and is still trying to get a feel of the people around her by observation. When she’s comfortable enough around a person (and trust me, that takes time), she’s outspoken and even friendly. She gives off a happy, bright vibe to those around her that seems to draw people in. She’s a chatterbox, loving conversation and whatnot, but she’s kind of childish when it comes to being serious about anything besides her job; spying.
Skill: Observation, perception, and reading emotions of those around her judging by their tone of voice, the things they say, and facial expressions.
Other: I changed her last name to Bancroft, rather than Autenburry! I hope you don’t mind? ;)

Top of the mornin', I'm... Well, nobody knows my real name, so people just call me Riff-Raff (Riff for short)!
I am a guy, just in case you were wonderin'.
I guess I'm 11, and my birthday is... Well, I don't really know that either. But I know I'm younger than Sunday, that's for sure!
I am the Ruffian, and proud of it, more o' less!
People say I'm real rude and uneducated, and I guess I can see where they're coming from for the... latter, is that the word? I mean, yeah, they taught us at the academy, but I don't really pay attention. Just live in the moment, you know? I really enjoy messing with people and destroying things, although a lot of people don't like that. Losers! Anyway, the academy only lets me do that because it's a distraction. I get really distracted really easily, too! Like, I'll be studying (fat chance) and then I'll see a shiny little ring, and before I know it, it's in my pocket and I'm gone. They don't even notice a thing, those stupid merchants! Ha! I don't know if the academy knows or not, but I probably have a fortune worth of stuff I took from others. Maybe I'll get enough money to move away from the kingdom, cause to tell you the truth, I don't really believe that the Kingy is all that cool and stuff. I'd much rather dream and talk about faraway lands, and tell them to Sunday and Jaymie and Winter and everybody, because at least then I can pretend life is so worth it!
When I look in the mirror, I see this little kid with these big brown eyes, and their always filled with carefree happiness. Yeah, I have scars around my body and filth stained into my clothes, which is pretty much whatever the academy gives me, but I still seem glad. I have sorta longish black hair, not really caring to get a haircut. After all, what fun would it be to have a part of you get thrown away? Anywho, I'm apparently taller than a lot of the other 11 year olds, so I guess I'm sorta tall. Not as tall as the other, though, and it makes me feel sorta puny. My skin is really pale, but people don't notice it under the dirt and stuff. My fingers are really skinny, which is super helpful for clipping things. My build is sorta slim, but I guess it's because I don't really like to eat too much, I dunno.

Name: Lara Coran
Gender: Female
Age: Fourteen
Role: The Mercenary
Description: This girl puts you in mind of an elusive animal. Her face is very angular with -most of the time- an expression of juvenile superiority. She has stormy blue-green eyes. Her luxurious, straight, medium-length hair is the color of black coffee, and is worn in a herringbone-french braid almost 24/7. She is short and has a lithe build with lean muscle-tone here and there. Her skin is an olive-tan with a few battle scars from earlier missions, which she proudly shows off. She has an elegant wardrobe mostly consisting of blacks, leather, and metallic lusters. Daily attire is fitted, tight leathers that somewhat resemble hunting or spying gear.
Personality: Lara has a very wide range of persona for her age. Sometimes she is very shy and calm and laid back, while others she can be the exact opposite. Lara wants to be the leader in small groups of her- age or near Riders but most of the time doesn't get that privelage. Among The Riders she is known to be unpredictable and in that way dangerous. She is mostly cruel with a wry sense of humor and wit. Lara enjoys being the small enemy. This teen is very deceptive and sneaky with a sly side. She loves to be feared and hates laughing or giggling, like some sort of cruel villian.
Skill: Lara is extremely good at persuading people into traps and tricks. She can be very decisive and when given orders she can turn everything around.
Other: Description from Seventh Sanctum with a few re-wording techniques.