Name: Adrienne “Ari” Moore
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:

Adrienne has the kind of appearance that tends to draw eyes, though she wishes she didn’t. She’s about average height (5’ 10”), has a light build with some muscle from lifting heavy objects, and is fairly confident in her stature. Her skin is a light tan with freckles dotted across her face and shoulders. She has some small scars, particularly on her hands from various accidents. She has fairly long copper hair that cascades down her back in slight waves. Her eyes are hazel, though they often appear to have a green tint to them.

Personality:

Adrienne is a light-hearted and usually optimistic individual. She can usually navigate a conversation well and can be charming when she wants. She uses sarcasm as a way to show displeasure, and tends to try and lighten serious topics through humor. Once aggravated she has a harsh temper, usually spurred on by someone threatening those she cares for. Otherwise she is fairly tolerable of most irritations and won’t let it show when she is bothered.

Strengths:

Lying

Can read people fairly easily

Weaknesses: (bit of a wip)

Temper; once angry, it's really hard to calm her down and it tends to be a problem, considering she becomes quite reckless

Can be clumsy, and thus definitely not the type to drag out into the wilderness

Fears:
She absolutely hates big storms, particularly really big booms of thunder. Its a bit of a problem where she lives, as the storms are rarely ever small, especially not during the summer.

Note:

-She runs a shop in town, essentially a simple general store

-She has a child, Clint, who is about a year old. He's a result of a relationship that didn't quite work out.

-She has a friend in town, Lydia, who is usually the one who looks after the baby when she is running the shop or simply too busy.

(more to be added and elaborated as I develop about her character and the story progresses)

(Just gonna make a completely new OC - neither Stefan or the previous one works all too well :P)

Name: Ryder Livingston
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: (listed for now - still writing him out)
-Stands at six foot evenly

-Fit build, a bit more on the 'skinner' side
-Black hair, curls out past his ears slightly
-Small shadow of facial hair
-Defined features, such as his nose, jawline, cheekbones, etc
-Thin-ish lips
-Tan complexion
-Brown eyes, rimmed with dark eyelashes
-Minimal scarring, blemishes, etc. Has some noticable freckles

Personality: (again, listed :P I don't wanna keep you waiting. I tend to write a lot with my CS)
-Honorable
-Protective
-Stubborn
-Tempered
-Selfless
-Sarcastic
-Charismatic
-Honest
-Sometimes selfish

Strengths:

-Reading people; comes in handy during his occupation as a bounty hunter.
-Decently trained in distanced combat and close-up combat
-His honesty and slight bluntness lets others know that he isn't lying.
-Has a decent reputation.

Weaknesses:
-His temper can get the best of him.
-Sarcastic comments might lead to others taking them offensively.
-People who hold those closest to him against him.

Fears:
He fears ending up alone.

And spiders.

Notes:
-Ryder is a profound bounty hunter with a good reputation.
-Has been framed by his brother for a murder he did not commit.
-Ryder's brother is the leader of a popular gang, in which nobody has brought down as they are rather powerful.

That wasn't what he had meant to do, was it? Some sort of mistake, right? Ryder huffed, simply situating himself more in the saddle. Pairs of eyes landed upon him the more and more he made his way into the smaller civilized area, in which was the outskirts of the nearest town. The eyes landing upon Ryder Livingston were nothing that he could sense that were threatening or that they knew what he was... More like wasn't. Ryder Livingston, one of the best bounty hunters.

But recently, that entire picture had fallen. Shattered like glass. His own brother, betraying him just to get back at him for the sake of doing his job. Ryder never really got along with his brother, of course not, but this was crossing the line. Ryder had just been doing his job as a bounty hunter - hunt down the bad for the good. For protecting people. Technically, he was like law at this point.

Ryder shook his head at the idea, but he couldn't manage to wrap his head around it. His brother was the leader of a rather popular gang, but it was more or less a bad gang. As all were, but his brother's was on the worse end of the spectrum. Pointless murdering, mistreating women, robberies, manipulating, and so many other things that Ryder could ramble on and on about. But now, for the things that Ryder's brother was being hunted for, he himself was being hunted for.

Except he didn't fucking do it.

And that was the main reason why he was rather timid entering this smaller town. Filled with a variety of people - men, women, children, different races... It all seemed rather odd to Ryder. In most normal circumstances, he'd be heading straight for the sheriff's office to retrieve more bounties. But as most good things, it all has to come to an end. Ryder was in this town for another reason rather than his job - or lost job, whatever way you wanted to look at it.

As Ryder continued on, he passed on looks of what he hoped were considered greetings, but the thought went straight over his head - these people were observing him, staring into his soul to dissect him of his sins, and go off believing him for something he wasn't. Ryder was in fact a sinner, but a killer? A murderer in cold blood? That, he wasn't, as much as you didn't believe it. Ryder was an honorable man, always honest, and quite the worker. But of course, people believed what they wanted to and Ryder couldn't control that.

Ryder continued on, his horse's head hanging rather low as the speed at which the pair was traveling in was rather slow. Ryder did bother to give his steed a slight kick in the side, allowing the gelding to speed up to a faster trot, his head raising as the two simply looked straight forward. Ryder knew exactly where he was going. And where he was going was luckily away from this town and the people whom were sucking the soul out of him.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, in which Ryder hadn't taken into account how long he had actually been riding. His horse was more tired than Ryder had took into thought, in which he felt sorta empathetic towards the bay gelding. "We'll be there soon, boy," Ryder reassured, reaching to give him a reassuring rub on the neck. "See?" Ryder's eyes lit up slightly, seeing the familiar house in the distance as the sun was practically gone at this point.

Ryder continued on, following the barely visible path that led up to the house, seeing the barn and the chicken coop. Ryder had finally reached his destination, only to dismount his horse, leaving him to graze. The gelding wouldn't go too far, as he was rather responsive to Ryder. They'd been partners for over a decade, and for that, Ryder could respect. A rather trusty companion.

But regardless, Ryder made his way towards the door, adjusting his weight as he brought his hand up, beginning to knock rhythmically against the wooden door. All he could hope know was that she would answer and he wouldn't have to wait long.

Adrienne was quiet as she watched Clint toss around his toys, reenacting his own little stories. It was a pleasant change from the shop, where it was either as silent as could be or filled to the brim with all types of people, both friendly and not. It was a tiresome business running it, so many books and documents to keep track of. Sometimes it left her head spinning, but at least she had a place to return to at the end of the day. Her own safe place, even if it had its own negative memories.

The shop itself was something she was proud of - to an extent at least. She got enough customers to keep it stocked and her and the kid fed, though that often changed with the seasons and the flow of travellers. It was an unreliable customer group, she could never really know when a group was passing by or whether they’d stop to buy supplies. Still, she got the majority of her profit off of them despite that. Nonetheless it was still a slight nightmare to run herself, particularly when she’d needed to get suppliers. Picky bunch, took some convincing to get them to supply a store run by a woman.

A knocking at the door drew Adrienne from her thoughts, leaving her both alarmed and curious. It was late, far too late for it to make much sense for anyone to be visiting. Maybe Lydia had forgotten something, or some traveller was lost in the dark and needed directions. “I’ll be right back, alright?” She spoke calmly to Clint, despite her uncertainty. “Just gotta see who’s at the door.” As usual he was unbothered, too young to really make sense of the worry his mother felt. Bad things happened out here, and while she tried not to fear the worse, it was difficult not to. Especially when living this far from town, practically on her own.

She got up from where she’d sat on the floor, making her way down the stairs and towards the door. For a moment she paused by the door, trying to tell if she heard any words being exchanged outside. It was silent, so she proceeded to unlock the door and open it enough to see who stood on the other side, her tension fading the moment she recognized the male on the other side. She smiled, stepping back and opening the door to let them in. “So the bounty hunter returns. Quite a surprise.” She was most definitely surprised to see him, particularly after this long. Wasn’t overly out of the ordinary, he was one to disappear for periods.

After Ryder had entered she was quick to shut and lock the door, still unwilling to take any risks. She glanced him over, trying to figure out if something prompted this visit at this odd hour or if he’d simply been in the area. It seemed something was weighing on him, but for all she knew it was something minor and quite likely none of her business unless he chose to tell her. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to prompt any sort of conversation that could lead to that question being answered. It had been… about two-ish years since she’d last seen him. Time was tricky when one was busy. It felt both long ago and not so long ago that she’d last seen him.

She moved away from the door, gesturing at the chairs for him to sit if he wanted. “What's brought you to this area? Just missed me or here for a job?” Her tone was playful, a small smile staying situated on her lips. In truth she was glad to see him, but was somewhat disappointed it had taken this long. A bit of a selfish thought, given she knew he’d probably been quite busy, same as her. She didn’t have many friends in the town besides Lydia. They weren’t the friendliest folk, especially not to her, not after she’d ended up with Clint. Made these past couple years quite lonely, though she’d mostly kept herself distracted from her worries by keeping busy.