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Name: Rusty Easton
Age: 22
Personality:
A 'hold her own' girl, Rusty keeps to herself most of the time. If she does talk to you, well, you're special.
She has a CHL(concealed handgun licence), and carries her Glock with her wherever she goes- if that says anything about her.
Almost always wearing black, Rusty is mysterious and foxy.
Sarcasm is her choice of how to talk to people. She is not afraid the cuss someone out or fight, either. She is typically the first to throw a punch.
History: Her parents died when she was 15, so she lived with her grandma. She has scars on her arms from her depression period in life, but no longer harms herself.
Okay. I'm really lazy right now. So excuse the bad roleplay beginning that is coming up.
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The feisty blonde drove her Harley Davidson into the Starbucks parking lot, and terminated the engine. Her black leather clad leg swung off the bike, and she adjusted her jacket. Strutting into the Starbucks, she took in the smell of liquid heaven. Walking up to the cash register, she ordered herself a Caramel Macchiatto. Sitting at a table, she took off her helmet and shook out her long blonde hair while waiting for the old lady to call her name.