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Name: Ryann Madden Mercè
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Description: Dirty Blonde Hair, Long in length [about 24 inches, Covering the majority of the back], Wavy hair. Light or 'Lime' green eyes, Five ft Seven, Cool Skin tone [Normal [Caucasian[], Light layer of freckles on the 'apples' of her cheeks.
Personality:
Positive: Attractive, Challenging, Daring, Confident, Educated.
Neutral: Sarcastic, Stubborn, Capable, Quirky, Boyish
Negative: Aggressive[At times], Disobedient, Forgetful, Mannerless.
Weaponry: Carries around small in size dagger/knife, or a pocket knife.
Other: -New- Has a tattoo covering er entire forearm of roses and horned stems. Another tattoo under her ear of music notes, the last note stopping at her ear lobe.

The young lady sitting at the table examined the room before being interrupted by the gnarly odored man sitting across from her. She shivered once he was in sight, examining him instead of examining the room. Noticing his lack in dental hygiene,and lack of a symmetrical haircut. "Yes, indeed I do." Her blonde hair shifting to the side as she turned her head to her left, then the right. The blonde spoke softly as she nodded. "About the..possible assassin plot..you know anything about it?" She tilted her head. "Or really, truthfully, are you too drunk to function correctly?" Ryann was the blonde's name. She was a sarcastic person most of the time, only nice when she's forced to be. She smirked before gently tapping her fingers on the table under them, she turned her smirk into a sweet, but fake smile as she prepared to either get a snarky reply, or a snarky dagger in the chest as a reply.

Ryann didn't like the fact that they used the word 'aunt', but she agreed with it anyways. She turned her head towards the stairs and started to sulk in her chair. "Upstairs? Really?" She looked back at him and sighed at his hand, not wanting to shake it. The way she looked at his yellow smile was in a sarcastic/grosses out way before giving his hand the same look. Ryann slowly took his hand, not shaking it like a normal person would do. Instead she took her index and middle finger and placed one finger on each side of his hand, one finger on his palm, and the other on the back of his hand, gently shaking it up and down. "Can we just..make this quick?" If John was going to travel with her, he'd have to get used to her being sarcastic, snarky, and over the top about most things.

Ryann sighed and slowly fell onto the tiny bed that was in the tight room. She nodded. "Oh, please do, darling." She mumbled, staring at the ceiling. Not wanting to smell him anymore, she covered her nose and brushed off her shoulders, acting like he had a hideously bad disease and it would be contagious. Ryann stayed silent after that, continuously staring at the ceiling until he came back, hoping he would look way much better than he did before. She thought to herself about how trifling that would be to walk around public like that, of course she had done it as a child but she didn't know better, and know she does. Her blonde hair is knotted but looked neater than his, symmetrical. Her fringe bangs fall neatly right above her eyebrow, she been needed to brush then to the side if they got in the way. Her clothes neat, and her bow is neatly carves in the curved shape its suppose to be in, along with the arrows. The wings of the arrow made by herself. Ryann was learned and was trained on how to be neat, and how her shots were neat, but her obedience needs lots of work.

OOC
(Its totally fine, I'm pretty tired myself! :) )

Ryann sat up, her eyes widening when seeing him like this. She pulled on a soft smirk before standing up. "Much better" She stood up, and walked towards the door, as she did so she brought both hands up to her head and moved them back and fourth each going a different way, this movement causing her hair to fly all over her head. "Its my turn to lack in a good hair do-" She mumbled, opening the door. Her blonde hair was all over her head, her bangs staying the place they were in before, but everything else had hair strands going in different ways. Ryann turned her head to smile at him before pausing to let him go first, so she could follow him. Ryann had to admit, she liked this 'clean' version of him, defiantly wont get tired of it.

(We can try? I think he's on right now.)

Ryann smiled a bit brighter when hearing him say that, knowing he was probably being sarcastic. She looked in his direction when noticing he was looking at someone. As they both walked out Ryann was staring at the guy who had been staring at them. "Whoo's that?" She mumbled, turning her head towards him, raising an eyebrow. She slowly started to fix her hair, it didn't look as neat as before but it'll do for now. "Also" She looked up at him once again. "Where are we going first?" She was acting a bit childish now, she had a habit of acting like that around people she eventually trusted, she cleared her throat when realizing she was acting like a child.

Ryann looked up at him smile, giving him a soft one back. She quickly looked away, realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to never fall 'in love' again due to other 'tragedies' with other men in her life. Instead she turned back to her sarcastic/snarky facial expression and stared ahead of herself. Trying to focus of the mission, focusing on the him when she had to. At this point she was continuously forcing herself to stare ahead of herself, only to be watching him from the corner of her eye. Ryann sighed and looked down, hating the fact that she had to force herself to do things like this, even though she wanted to continue to 'get to know' him better, since she assumed this mission was going to take some time.

Ryann looked up at him once again, letting him finish speaking. Once he had spoke the word 'taken' her heart slowed down, beating quickly when he started to speak to her. The slight shocking pain in her chest caused her voice to crack. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine! You're not making me uncomfortable!" This would be the first time she'd had her voice crack in a long time. "The only way you'd ever make me uncomfortable is if you don't take a bath in three days." She pulled on a somewhat fake smile, but everyone and their grandparents could tell that her laugh was fake. Forcing herself to laugh, she looked back down quickly looking down at the ground as she walked in first. Ryann forced herself not to let the word 'taken' get to her, but it slowly started to, she slowly had gotten that feeling of wanting to be alone.

Ryann sighed and nodded. She was always gripping tightly onto her bow, her arrows in a pack on her back. She would always be mentally prepared to shoot if anything went down at all. Ryann, at this point felt lazy, hoping this part of the mission wouldn't last long. She looked towards the tower and sighed once more, hoping those men up there wouldn't be obnoxious and high off of ale. Knowing most of the guards do that. "Let's make this quick." She mumbled, her voice going back to her low and matured tone, not bothering to face him anymore, his attractive look would just break her new 'flow' she was forcing to keep, and not break.

Ryann huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can handle it. I've probably been through worse than this." She followed him, giving the odor the same reaction. Before she had walked in she glanced at Xavier, rolling her eyes when seeing him. Ryann could handle the odor, her eyes were watering as she pulled through it. "As I say again, please..let's get this over with." She mumbled. Ryann also knew how to handle herself if one of them en decided to do something stupid, she was prepared, having her hand on the side that was holding her dagger.

Once Ryann had heard the cat call she rapidly turned her head, shooting a glare at the man to sent it. She watched John walk over to him, becoming a bit surprised when she had seen the man's head hang. She looked at John once again as he came back, following him once again. Once they had gotten to the captain, she paused and turned towards John. "What did you say to that guard?" She looked up at him with her arms crossed, wondering deeply about what he said to the guard, thinking it had to be just as bad if John made his head hang. She wondered why he did it in the first place. She believed, or told herself that a 'taken' man wouldn't have done something exactly like what John did, maybe something similar.

Ryann furrowed her eyebrows, now ignoring the Captain as soon as he dropped the mug. "John" She was still facing him, looking up at him. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. But when she said his name is a a small scowl, she was trying to get his attention. Ryann was secretly crossing her fingers under her arms, hoping that the Captain wouldn't say anything to or about her, wanting to focus on John and what he had said. She was persistent, and demanded an answer to her question, knowing she would get one soon. Every once in a while she would glance over at the Captain, trying not to laugh at the name 'Jonny Boy'

Ryann growled again, she stepped back letting him handle whatever he had to do with the captain. Not wanting to deal with neither of them at the moment. She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to stay away from as many men there were in this room. She mumbled different curse words under her breath , all of them in sentence form, and having to do with how John was ignoring her. This isn't the last time 'Jonny boy' was going to be bothered by her with the same question, she was determined to get the answer out of him, no matter how long it takes her, or him to finally stop ignoring her.

Ryann glared up at John, her growled at him. Literally a soft growl an animal would make came out through gritted teeth. Her facial expression would leave from the glare she was giving him. "Are you done?" Ryann didn't and hasn't found interest in this mission so far, all she had found was frustration, in John. She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I feel high eyes staring at me twenty four seven in here, can we please go?" she had a response to his final answer about what he said to the guard, but she held it back, not wanting to ruin anything else. Ryann wanted to hurry up and get out of the building, no longer wanting to be stared down by men who all were higher than the ceiling.

Ryann laughed and rolled her eyes after she had heard John say that he, for a fact, was staring at her. She sighed and laughing again at how pathetic they were acting. She walked up to John and looked up at him, whispering a small thank you to him, no longer completely upset with him, though her anger still there. Ryann examined the crowd of men, when she had finished she brought her eyes back down to the floor, rolling her eyes. "Men are pathetic." She giggled to herself, her sentence was audible, but only to John. She immediately realized she was still standing next to him so she looked up at him and softly smiled. "Except for you, darling. You are amazing." She placed her hand on his arm, trying to act like she didn't meant it.

Ryann huffed and rolled her eyes. "Really? Turning my own words against me?" She tilted her head before following him. "I though you would li-" She cut herself off, if she completed the sentence she would make herself feel just as bad as she already was. She kept reminding herself that he was taken, forcing herself to become careful of what she says, not wanting any drama to do with his significant other. "And you've been staring at me? Aren't you taken?" She looked up at him once more, assuming this was the only way she could ignore the first question by doing the same thing he did to her, turning his own words towards him.

Ryann laughed a bit before watch him double over. She rolled her eyes as he did. "Whatever. You're probably just covering yourself up." Ryann crossed her arms as she walked, soon letting out a yawn. Her eyes switched from her sarcastic facial expression to a tired expression. Her walked started to slow down the more tired she became. The farther she walked it was almost like each step she took she let out a soft yawn into the air. "God, why am I so tired?" She mumbled to herself, she was talking to herself but didn't realize John could hear it.

Ryann paused next to him, lifting her arms into the air and her eyes closed. "Carry me." She mumbled, just standing there, waiting to be lifted. Ryann didn't care at this point whether or not he was taken, she simply wanted to be carried into her room, if she fell asleep in his arms he would more than likely place her in her bed and leave her be. She was tired and didn't care for much either.

Ryann sighed and sat up from her bed once she was put down. She carefully stepped off the bed and over him. Starting to strip free of her leather clothing. Her gloves, boots and hit her bow and pack of arrows in the closet that was there up against the wall. She was left in nothing but a pair of black pants and a white button up blouse and her bare feet. She stepped over John with one foot her other foot on the other side of him as she leaned to look at him. "Thank you." She whispered to him before climbing onto the bed and turning towards the wall, quite quickly falling asleep.

Ryann was breathing softly as she curling her body into a ball, she rolled herself in the covers, getting pretty cold. She turned her head everyone in a while to see what he was doing, then switched back to the wall. She let a small tired like giggle at him, laughing at his paranoia. She understood why he was liek this, but she knew they were safe in the inn, for now. Ryann was a light sleeper, she trained herself to wake up fairly early in the morning. She was planning on doing so next morning.

(I'll take a look!)