Fuck it, I did it. She's less spoiled brat and more warrior heiress, though, lol

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[h3][color=lightpink]Riddley Hampton[/color] | [color=lightpink]24[/color] | [color=lightpink]Female[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=lightpink][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Riddley is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9". She's not terribly thin compared to some of the others, hinting at her lifestyle before joining the group. Still, she has a hard, angular body, comprised of mostly lean muscle. Her skin is pale and dotted with a variety of freckles on her asymmetric face, her arms, her knees, and so on. While her bright red hair is eye catching--like fire--it's her eyes that are worth a double take: sharp and narrow, like a hawk's, and incredibly pale green. Combined with her confident gait, she carries an atmosphere of power and dignity. As for clothes, they might have been nice once upon a time, but now she dresses like the rest. Only the shiny necklace she carries stands out, and it's usually hiding in her pocket.

[color=lightpink][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Her appearance isn't just for show: Riddley is a force of nature. She's controlling and determined. When she gets a vision in her head, and she wants to see it through. Humor is often lost on her and she takes life seriously, like a challenge to overcome. She very much believes in in action over words, and struggles with her position in the group because of it: she's a [i]young [/i]woman, having little authority among the others. She has very little patience with lazy, self-defeating attitudes, and believes a person can only help himself. Despite all this, she is a good person at heart to those she cares about. She acts with courage when others might hesitate, and is never afraid to speak her mind. 

[color=lightpink][b]Short Bio:[/b][/color] Her father had been a reformed raider--or bandit--and had settled down with his group to rebuild a small town. Her mother shared his leadership skills and ambition. So, when Riddley was born to the loving power couple, the town had been established for a few years and they were running it. They were rich in supplies: food, water, weapons, and ammo, and Riddley wanted for nothing growing up. Her mother even grew comfortable, but her father was always on guard against threat or complacency. It was from him that she learned how to defend herself and survive should anything ever happen.

And sure enough, nothing lasts forever: there was no warning the night the small town was attacked. Buildings set on fire, food and ammo stolen, people slaughtered. Her father was growing old, but what the attacks he had often lead on small settlements and groups and even individuals was coming back to bite him. And, almost like he was prepared for this day, he shoved a bag at Riddley and told her to run. Listening to him is still one of her biggest regrets, but that's what she did, promising to come back. 

The ordeal was much further West and Riddley is still unsure how long she traveled for before reaching New York. While often alone--and stronger for it--she drifted between groups, struggling to fit in to some and declaring others too weak for her liking. Now she's with the Rochester group, more recent than the others, and still working on her verdict. 

[color=lightpink][b]Weapons:[/b][/color] 
[indent]- Pistol, 2/6 bullets loaded
- A large knife, hidden in her boot[/indent]
[color=lightpink][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
[indent]- A book bag, leather and well crafted
- A few cans of food
- A bottle of water
- A journal and pen, almost out of ink
- A change of clothes
- One more clip of ammo
- Another knife, a little smaller[/indent]
[color=lightpink][b]Other:[/b][/color]
[indent]- She feels anxious during new moons
- Fire scares her
- Her necklace is an heirloom from her mother, from the Old World [/indent]
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