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[Color=black][font=georgia]~Name
Erin

~PreferredName/Nickname
Though she hates nicknames, she's been called Lil' Wren, Rin, and That B*itch.

~Gender
Erin is a female.

~Age
She just turned 15 in early autumn.

~Personality
Erin is a serious, sensible, and illusive being. She is very resouceful, and doesn't look down on those she may run into. She is far from proud, but she isn't often frightened, either. She's capable of admiting her defeat, but when it's life and death, it's a different story.
Whenever Erin meets someone, she usually becomes a quiet, extra mouth to feed before quietly slipping away during the first or second night.
As calm and intelligent as she is, whenever Erin is in a situation where she's forced into doing something she's against, she becomes a different being. It's like she's a completely different person. She becomes feral, rogue, sharp, and extremely aggressive. Her teeth and nails become a popular weapon during this time.

~Appearance
Erin is 5'2" and thin, or lean, to be precise. She lacks curves or anything else particularily attractive, but she is not considered ugly. Either way, it's not something she needs to worry about.
Erin's hair is a light, almost golden, brown, and her eyes are a dark caramel color. Her skin relarively tan and slightly olive, and there are a splash of freckles on her face and shoulders.
Erin wears a light gray T-shirt that has a LuckyCharms logo on it with an oversized black hoodie over it. She has a raccoon cap that three sizes too large, and dark brown cargo pants. Her shoes are old black combat boots.

~Kin
Erin's family is currently scattered and in unknown locations.

~Crush
Possibly Ares, depending on where the story goes.

~Boyfriend/Girlfriend
None.

~Sexual Orientation
Straight

~Mental State
9/10

~Likes/Dislikes
Erin loves the forest and rocky, cold terrain. She suffers in warm climates and urban landscapes drastically. She also enjoys the dawn and dusk. She usually rests during the warmest part of the day and the coolest part of the night, depending on the seasons. She also enjoys any kind of meat, especially salmon.
On the other hand, Erin hates briars. She hates passing through them and dealing with the aftermath. She also hates zombies, of course.

Thank you. :) Shall we begin?

[Color=black][font=georgia]The evening was fast approaching. Erin padded along a deeply gouged tire mark, which was giving her an easy trail and a quiet tread in the deciduous environment she had to deal with. Her slow breaths came out in heavy clouds of white. Her gaze flickered to every angle; every possibility. A quiet fear tickled her spine; sending a heavy chill down her arms and tense shoulders. As darkness continued its inevitable reign, the trees around her looked more and more like people, and she couldn't help but to knock an arrow in her worn bowstring, and prepare to shoot. But at the same time, she just felt like running from whatever may be out there. Never had she been so jumpy.

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[color=pink]Is this thread still open?

~Name:
Robin Gambit

~Preferred Name/Nickname:
Robin

~Gender:
Male

~Age:
17

~Personality
WIP

~Appearance
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~Kin:
non that are alive...

~Crush
Open

~Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Open/open

~Sexual Orientation:
Maybe bi? Yeah, bi.

~Mental State:
He's doing fairly well, saying that he had to watch his whole family get torn apart right in front of him.

~Likes/Dislikes
He really likes coffee, and really hates cats. Some other stuff to, but mostly that.

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[Color=black][font=georgia]And that's when she heard it. In the matter of an instant, Erin lowered to a crouch, holding her breath to hide the visual warning it gave out. Her knuckles, white from being clenched as tightly as they were, rested on her cheekbone; the shaft of an arrow following her sight towards the remnant sound of footsteps.

Are they in the woods?

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Robin sat on a branch, about twenty feet above them. 'They don't see me. If there's no one els, I should just let them pass...' He thought, glance ing around to make sure no one els was there.

[Color=black][font=georgia]There. Erin narrowed her eyes, squintting at the two well-hidden forms in the distance.

Sorry, super rushed. ^^ I won't be on much for a while.

Robin watched her looking up. 'I dont think she can see me. Maybe I should talk to her...' He thought. After a moment he made up his mind. "Hello..." He said after a pause.

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ºCasseº

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