BASICS
Name:Rion Caulfield
Nickname:Rio
Age: 25
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Straight, even though she often gets mistaken for a lesbian. It's the hair cut.
Race: British-Caucasian
Nationality: Brit


APPEARANCE
Eyes: A dark cold cerulean color.
Hair: Natural hair color is black . She's managed to give herself a pixie like hair cut since she was younger, disliking the way long hair looked on her.
Height:5'6
Weight:119 pounds
Skin Tone: Fair ivory with the occasional blemish. A long scar on her back from falling out of a tree when she was younger is the only distinguishable marks she has.
Build: Athletic build considering all the running she's managed to do over the years. Not much strength in her arms, but every muscle she lacks in her upper torso she makes up for in her legs. Every once in awhile when things have managed to settle down, she'll do a couple push ups and such but she generally dislikes exsersicing
Body Markings:A long scar on her back from falling out of a tree when she was younger is one of the only large distinguishable marks she has. As for tattoos, she has the Fleur-de-lis symbol on her inner right wrist. She'll occasionally be seen rubbing it with her forefinger whenever she's in deep thought.
Voice: A somewhat deep resonating voice, but with enough soprano added to it that people can tell she's a female. Very raspy at times, though she rarely slurs her words and always speaks with spot on grammar.
Description: Rio has a rather rough and serious look about her that usually sends people heading off, opposite of her direction. From her cold stern eyes, to the less fashionable way she dresses, she just doesn't seem like a friendly person. Her looks may not be model material, but she's managed to snag a few boyfriends in her twenty-four years. Despite her stern gaze and cold demeanor, people can't help but be enamored by her once they see past her initial expression. A certain innocence held behind her eyes as well as pain that makes people want to reach a hand out to her, to which she'll usually take. Her clothes are usually sweaters or anything comfy. Dark makeup or nothing is the rules she lives by when it comes to her appearance, as well as comfort over loveliness.


MENTALITY
Quirks: Rio's an eyebrow raiser, no matter whether the situations good or bad, her thin black brows are always up in surprise, confusion, or disgust. She's also a heavy smoker, so she tends to stray from the group for minutest at a time to get her cig in . Whenever the "gang" as she refers to them, is in a spot of trouble she'll be one of the first to volunteer to help. Back when things weren't so bad people might not have expected her to be so friendly or even kind, but living in a shit hole of land with only a few people can either harden a person up, or soften the ones already hardened.
Fears: She had a bit of a traumatic experience as a child while playing in the river and since then hasn't made it too close to any large body of water. The feeling of being forgotten or ignored has always frightened her as well, but certainly not as much as drowning. Having any of the people she's met as of late die would certainly cause her great distress, but she doesn't know if she's afraid of them dying or she simply just thinks it would be horrible if they did.
Likes: Remembering her mother's voice, running, finding food, her hair , dogs, cigarettes [though it's a bloody hard job to find them], anything blue, licorice, spearmint gum.
Dislikes:Daft people, bandits, liars, being used, fighting, guns, when people raise their voice, and anything terribly spicy.
Personality: Rio is deeply sensitive, despite how she may look on the outside. The slightest comment or negative remark will be taken personally and she can easily get offended or hurt. Her stubbornness can sometimes be a bit of a headache for those around her, but if they're friends they can usually handle it. Rio is someone who has immense perseverance, even when others have given up, Rio will walk on and finish whatever task she's been set. Though somewhat critical of others, she has some mother like qualities that instantly make her want to watch over anyone younger then her. The lack of a mother figure during most of her own life probably has something to do with it, but she's not likely to go into the details . Sometimes she can feel a bit distant of other people, purposely pushing herself away in order to keep any emotions from following . Friends? You can't have friends in a shitty place like this without the fear of them dying and leaving you all alone. It's sad, but honestly she wishes she didn't consider them to be her friends. It would make the prospect of them leaving her one day a lot less depressing.

On the rare time the group isn't running and attempting to stay alive, Rio can be a bit of a sarcastic person. She likes teasing people and usually knows which buttons to push to make a few laughs go around before anyone gets too angry. She truthfully doesn't mind people making jokes about her hair or anything else about her, as long as nothing goes too far. If it does, she won't hesitate to put them back in live with a few choice words . Her accent usually makes everything she says either serious, or extremely humorous . She may not make friends easily, but if she considers you to be one of the few, she'll have your back until the day she dies.
EQUIPMENT
Clothing: An old argyle knit blue sweater with several holes in it close to the sleeves. Baggy jeans along with sneakers , making the whole ensemble completely comfortable, just how she likes it.
Carried Items: A small silver lighter, slightly coated with black paint after an accidental spill it took when Rio was running. A leather wallet with an old birthday card folded up inside, and a small white watch, the time stuck on "21:06".
Main Weapon: A small hunting knife she found during some scavenging among a old "Cabela's" store. It's got a dark wood handle, probably cherry with several scratching on the side that are to small to read. Absentmindedly she scrawled her own name into it using a small kitchen knife , so in large awfully written letters it reads "Rio" on the hilt.


COMBATIVENESS
Skills:

• Courage: Doesn't matter if it's a stray animal or someone with a gun, if she thinks her own life or someone else's is in danger she won't hesitate to do anything to protect it. Flight or fight as her mother used to say, and it just so happens she's a fighter.
• Adaptable : Usually any situation Rio gets thrown into, she's able to adapt rather quickly into it. She doesn't cling to anyone or anything for too long, knowing that would just end up getting her hurt in the end. The constant need to move around in order to survive hasn't been as hard on here as it has been on the others.

Weaknesses:

• Apathetic : She tends to find herself generally disinterested and uncaring when it comes to certain things. She'll occasionally get into one of her mood where she won't care whether she's alive or dead and will enter a silent state. It's during these dark times that she's at her most lethal and most dangerous, be it a bandit who comes by or even a friend, she can become volatile.
• Impulsive : Without thinking to hard, she will jump into any given situation . This can become a problem, especially if the situations she's involved in has guns. She acts before she usually thinks things through and it's been known to get her into some sticky situations. At the moment she's currently working on thinking a bit more but she doubts she'll ever really change.

HISTORY
Marital Status: Single
Family: Aubrey Caulfield[ Mother-Deceased]. Jack Caulfield[Father-Deceased] Rose Caulfield[Sister-Deceased], and Christoper Caulfield[ Brother-Unknown]
History: The last memory Rion had of her parents was on her fifteenth birthday,ten years after the apocalypse began and the solar waves ruined everything that was ever good. They had moved from London to America a few months before her fifth birthday a few months before the solar rays hit, and were living with a few friends until they found a house to buy. The never did find a house, and the last place the family would ever all be together was in a small Shell gas station, celebrating Rio's fifteenths birthday with a small candle and a old can of beans they had found. The celebrating didn't last long as several bandits managed to find them and run them off into the woods. Her father and mother created a distraction so that Rose, Rio, and her older brother Chris could run in the opposite direction to avoid the large group .

After that, the children never found their parents bodies as they went back to search for them. Only her mothers blood stained silver cross necklace and her fathers wallet with several pictures of Rio and her siblings as kids inside. A year later, Rose was the next to go after she contracted the flu and without any medicine, or enough food and water, died in her sleep leaving the last two siblings by themselves. Christopher and Rio managed to stay together for another year , making Rio seventeen and Christ nineteen at this time. She depended on her brother, and he looked after her as much as he could. Often she regretted being so dependent on him all the time, so much that he told her one morning that he would "be back soon" after going out to scrounge for some food and tools. He never came back, and she was never too sure whether he was killed...or he simply just left her.

She stayed on her own for several years until she met up with the group and decided to stay with them for awhile. Awhile turned into months and now she fears she's stuck with them. [;D]
Relations:[ 1st person according to Rio]
Wade:" Seems like he's alright. Kind of a big fellow you know. Not someone I would ever want to tussle with yeah? Got that Russian accent too , sounds sort of menacing even if he's talking about the weather. Point being, I'm glad he's on our team and not fishing with the bandits.Alright...I might fancy him a bit too, not that it's anyone damn business. I might make some type of move if we get settled in and everything. Age difference? Doesn't bother me a damn bit."
Kitty:"Reminds me of a kitten, which is why I first thought that's what her name was from. She's got a good heart on her but I think that'll end up being her downfall yeah? She's a pretty girl so it's too bad this shit happened like it did or she might have been one of those models they used to have walking around with angel wings and shit. I feel the need to shield her from the world, just so she doesn't end up getting hurt to badly. Point being, she's fine in my book."
Yuuta:"He's a strange one he is. I like the fact that he reads still, even if it is just one of his little comics or "manga's" as he corrects me about. Perhaps a bit more skittish and jumpy then I'm used to, but it's the Apocalypse. If you aren't skittish and jump you'll probably end up dying.
Cora:"Cora doesn't bug me as much as I thought she would honestly. Sure she likes keeping her hand on her knife and acts a bit sketchy at times, but doesn't seem like a psycho or anything. Unless she tries anything funny with me or the group, I won't have a problem with her. Probably won't end up being the best of pals, but I'm trying not to do that with anyone in the first place."
Boston:I've seen Kitty looking at him every once in awhile so it doesn't take a bloody rocket scientist to figure out she's got a thing for him. A little bit like Wade maybe but not completely. I suppose I would trust him as much as anyone else to have my back in a fight. Seems a bit mysterious though to be honest, but I guess that's just how some people are."
Jessica: "Haven't talked much to her so I can't say I have too much of an opinion. She likes teasing Boston a bit , so I'm guessing she's the type to get reactions, good or bad, out of people. Won't mind her as long as she doesn't mind me ."
Francis:" Reminds me of those librarians I used to see when I was younger. Bookish types that might break picking up a heavy encyclopedia or something. Ah well, some people have strength, other people have brains. At least we have both in this little group of ours.