Full Name: Carter Erin Reid [Ree-ieed]
Nickname: Anyone who knows her just calls her Carter, through her parents used to call her Erin..
Age: Eight-teen years old.
Gender: Female
Role: Lights Poxleitner, Runaway
Appearance: Carter doesn't look like a well groomed teenager who has had a perfect life with the perfect family. She looks like she's been living in the woods outside of the city. She looks like a wild animal. Her hair is long and a natural black color, through her skin is more pale then most, you can tell she's been living on her own for awhile if you take notice to the scars or her athletic looking body, or even the weapons she carries.
Carter tends to have this dark 'I'll kill you for breathing' kind of aura around her that most the time seems to kill off the deadliest animals around. When someone will see her, she'll be wearing Nearly the same thing everytime. A black tanktop, a brown smooth leather jacket, red high top converse that most the time will have mud on the bottom, a quiver on her back full of arrows and a large bow that she puts on her back most the time or carries around in her hand, she also has a large pocket knife strapped to her thigh, ready to be used, and a pair of sunglasses. She also has a small army looking backpack what she always has with her, it has some cooked meat from her hunting, a small bag of beef jerky, water, more arrows, a mini old style first aid kit along with a changed of clothes, more pocket knifes and another leather jacket.
Personality:
Revengefu/Revengel:
1. The action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands.
2.Inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done to oneself.
Vindictive:
1.Eager for revenge
2. Having or showing a strong or unreasoning desire for revenge.
Carter used to always be open and loving and caring, fun going and nothing could ever get her down, she used to like that with her parents aroundâŠbut when they were killed...she just..shut of that part of her, Now she usually keeps to herself, and you might find it hard to start a simple conversation with her, unless you're close to her, and not many people are, in fact no one is. Towards most of the people she meets, sheâs distant and cold, giving off a dangerous vibe, like a vengeful person. In reality through, Carter is quiet caring still. She hates to see someone hurt, but at the same time, doesn't allow her true feelings to show, mostly because she's scared if she tries to open up and feel again, she'll just lose everything she learns to love.
When she helps someone, she helps them in a natural way, making it seem like she did it cause she had to, through really, she helps them because she wants to. When angered, she wonât simply glare or just walk away, she tends to yell and show how hot headed she truly can be and how much anger she has built up inside.. She hates to be around crowded areas and prefers to be alone most of the time.. Sometimes, she tends to say harsh things, when she doesnât mean to. She knows it would probably hurt someone's feelings, but that's just one way she shows that she cares now and she thinks if she cold and rough to one person it'll make them stronger as well.
Carter can still put up a fake smile and make a fake laugh, but she doesn't feel anything insideâŠyet. She can be very sarcastic and stubborn through and she's very good at lying, sometimes she believes if she doesn't tell the whole truth she'll be able to protect those around her better. After what happened to her parentâs through, she seems to be lost in her own craving for revenge. Sheâll die getting it, but sheâll get it all the same.
Carter tends to have this dark 'I'll kill you for breathing' kind of aura around her that most the time seems to kill off the deadliest animals around. When someone will see her, she'll be wearing Nearly the same thing everytime. A black tanktop, a brown smooth leather jacket, red high top converse that most the time will have mud on the bottom, a quiver on her back full of arrows and a large bow that she puts on her back most the time or carries around in her hand, she also has a large pocket knife strapped to her thigh, ready to be used, and a pair of sunglasses. She also has a small army looking backpack what she always has with her, it has some cooked meat from her hunting, a small bag of beef jerky, water, more arrows, a mini old style first aid kit along with a changed of clothes, more pocket knifes and another leather jacket.
Personality:
Revengefu/Revengel:
1. The action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands.
2.Inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done to oneself.
Vindictive:
1.Eager for revenge
2. Having or showing a strong or unreasoning desire for revenge.
Carter used to always be open and loving and caring, fun going and nothing could ever get her down, she used to like that with her parents aroundâŠbut when they were killed...she just..shut of that part of her, Now she usually keeps to herself, and you might find it hard to start a simple conversation with her, unless you're close to her, and not many people are, in fact no one is. Towards most of the people she meets, sheâs distant and cold, giving off a dangerous vibe, like a vengeful person. In reality through, Carter is quiet caring still. She hates to see someone hurt, but at the same time, doesn't allow her true feelings to show, mostly because she's scared if she tries to open up and feel again, she'll just lose everything she learns to love.
When she helps someone, she helps them in a natural way, making it seem like she did it cause she had to, through really, she helps them because she wants to. When angered, she wonât simply glare or just walk away, she tends to yell and show how hot headed she truly can be and how much anger she has built up inside.. She hates to be around crowded areas and prefers to be alone most of the time.. Sometimes, she tends to say harsh things, when she doesnât mean to. She knows it would probably hurt someone's feelings, but that's just one way she shows that she cares now and she thinks if she cold and rough to one person it'll make them stronger as well.
Carter can still put up a fake smile and make a fake laugh, but she doesn't feel anything insideâŠyet. She can be very sarcastic and stubborn through and she's very good at lying, sometimes she believes if she doesn't tell the whole truth she'll be able to protect those around her better. After what happened to her parentâs through, she seems to be lost in her own craving for revenge. Sheâll die getting it, but sheâll get it all the same.
Reason for Running away: The City holes nothing for her anymore, after her parent's were killed by the Militia, she found herself living alone in the wilderness sneaking back into the city every now and then to trade in her catches for money. These girl's just gave her a chance for her revenge, and in return she'll help them.
Role: She is one of the runaways, hell bent on on trying to get her revenge on the Militia.
Likes:
Revenge
Fighting
Forests
Food
Seafood
The Dark
Bright colors
Tattoos
Dislikes:
Small spaces
Militia
Rude people
Bossy people
People who threaten those she loves
Being called weak
Being called useless
Weapon of choice: Carter Has a large old style wooden bow, a leather quiver and man made, very expensive arrows, at least 30 of them, she also has a smaller wooden down in her bag, cheaper arrows, and three small pocket knives, along with a dagger and a large pocket knife. SHe's also a brilliant hand to hand fighter.
Role: She is one of the runaways, hell bent on on trying to get her revenge on the Militia.
Likes:
Revenge
Fighting
Forests
Food
Seafood
The Dark
Bright colors
Tattoos
Dislikes:
Small spaces
Militia
Rude people
Bossy people
People who threaten those she loves
Being called weak
Being called useless
Weapon of choice: Carter Has a large old style wooden bow, a leather quiver and man made, very expensive arrows, at least 30 of them, she also has a smaller wooden down in her bag, cheaper arrows, and three small pocket knives, along with a dagger and a large pocket knife. SHe's also a brilliant hand to hand fighter.
History: Carter had once had a happy childhood, she was a only child, but her parents were like siblings to her, her father hand made a bow and a bunch of arrows for her, and soon both her parents trained her how to use it, her mother also taught her how to fight with knives, she can throw them, cut with them, do almost anything with them, and it's all thanks to her mom.
One day through, when they were all just having a good day out on the street, some Militia officers showed up and began to yell at everyone, telling them to line up. They all lined up, her mother on her left and her father on her right, each of them holding one of her hands as the militia officer walked up and down the line, watching everyone carefully. Then he pointed to Carter, telling one of the other Officers to take her, something about training her to be in the Militia. Her father and mother pushed her behind them and started yelling at the man, trying to defend her, but the officer took it upon himself to beat them. He and some woman he seemed close to beat them both to death.
They screamed for her to run, and so she did, the officers didn't care about her anymore, just the killing. In the end she ran in a huge circle, but by the time she made it back the street was empty and there lay her dead mother and half dead father. She ran up to them and fell to her knees, tears pooring from her eyes as she stared at their broken bodies.
"If we don't end war, war will end us..." Carters father sounded like he was choaking as he spoke, but that didn't stop him, he need to tell his daughter what to do now that she'd be alone, on her own. "Always remember that the future comes one day at a time...It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad...They have gone bad..don't go bad..hatch and fly with us..we'll be you're...wings." Carter was sobbing that she would never forget his last words as her father reached out to grasp her mothers limp bloody hand.
"Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For, indeed, that's all who ever have. and one day...you'll be one of them." After those words left his mouth, his hand went limp in her mothers, and Carter felt her whole world crashing down on her. The small black haired child lay in between her parents for hours, until she heard Militia coming to collect their body's. Carter had rushed home and packed some clothes, along with her arrows and bows and all of her parents pocket knives before she left, she also took her mother wedding ring. Ever since that day Carters been living on her own, out in the woods mostly.
She wants revenge, and by helping these people, she might be able to get it.
One day through, when they were all just having a good day out on the street, some Militia officers showed up and began to yell at everyone, telling them to line up. They all lined up, her mother on her left and her father on her right, each of them holding one of her hands as the militia officer walked up and down the line, watching everyone carefully. Then he pointed to Carter, telling one of the other Officers to take her, something about training her to be in the Militia. Her father and mother pushed her behind them and started yelling at the man, trying to defend her, but the officer took it upon himself to beat them. He and some woman he seemed close to beat them both to death.
They screamed for her to run, and so she did, the officers didn't care about her anymore, just the killing. In the end she ran in a huge circle, but by the time she made it back the street was empty and there lay her dead mother and half dead father. She ran up to them and fell to her knees, tears pooring from her eyes as she stared at their broken bodies.
"If we don't end war, war will end us..." Carters father sounded like he was choaking as he spoke, but that didn't stop him, he need to tell his daughter what to do now that she'd be alone, on her own. "Always remember that the future comes one day at a time...It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad...They have gone bad..don't go bad..hatch and fly with us..we'll be you're...wings." Carter was sobbing that she would never forget his last words as her father reached out to grasp her mothers limp bloody hand.
"Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For, indeed, that's all who ever have. and one day...you'll be one of them." After those words left his mouth, his hand went limp in her mothers, and Carter felt her whole world crashing down on her. The small black haired child lay in between her parents for hours, until she heard Militia coming to collect their body's. Carter had rushed home and packed some clothes, along with her arrows and bows and all of her parents pocket knives before she left, she also took her mother wedding ring. Ever since that day Carters been living on her own, out in the woods mostly.
She wants revenge, and by helping these people, she might be able to get it.
