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[gizmo,]

Ryder Marie Threatt

Raging Beauty

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;Full Name;
Ryder Marie Threatt

;Nickname(s);
"Just Ryder."

;Age;
17

;Position;
Lookout

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;Full Description;
Ryder is what most would call picture perfect. Her hair is a shiny brown that falls in waves to her lower back, a contrast to her electric green eyes, where most assume can look into someone's soul her stare is so meticulous.
Having been born in the sunshine state, her skin has a deep tan, one that doesn't seem to go away all year round. Having the build of a well trained athlete, what with muscled arms and long legs that seem to go on forever, a tight abdomen, thick thighs full of muscle, she is just a power house, including her voice. Growing up in such pain all the time, Ryder spent her time either playing sports, or playing music. Along with her ability to play just about anything, she was gifted with a unique voice. Singing became her passion, as was playing the guitar. It was her escape from the horror that was her life.
Even with her piercing eyes, tan skin, long hair, she had flaws. Her scars, mostly. Since her "daddy" was an alcoholic, he was an abuser as well. Those endless nights where he blamed her for her mother leaving, and then her brother, he inflicted pain. She was used to the usual, like the hitting, the emotional punches as well, but there was one thing she wasn't prepared for. It was night when her father stumbled in, barely able to stand up straight he was so drunk. She normally hid in her room when this happened, but he caught her before she could scurry away unnoticed. The usual started, the yelling, hitting, etc, but what she hadn't accounted for was him using his beer bottle as a baseball at her face. Unable to move quick enough, the bottle struck her in the face, her right eye to be more exact.
Pain. Pain unlike she had ever experienced pierced through her. Screams erupted from her, screams of agony, for help, was only met with cruel laughter. He left her writhing on the floor in pain. Minutes passed. Hours. Soon, it was the next day. Her father paid her no mind, ignoring the fact that she needed a hospital. She knew she needed to get help if she wanted to be able to see out of her right eye again. So, hauling herself off the floor, attempting to ignore the streaks of pain passing through her with every movement, she made it to her room. Reaching for her cell phone, she called her closest friend at the time, and told her she needed a ride to the ER. Without any questions asked, her friend picked her up and quickly drove her there.
After countless surgeries, they had to replace her retina. Her right eye ended up become a blue color, but she could see again, so she paid it no mind.
So now that you know the story of her scar on her face and the different eye colors, time to move on to the scar that goes from her left shoulder, down to her hand and spreading out across her fingers like veins. This, like the scar on her face, was from her father. He thought it would be funny to take a knife, and drag it down her left arm all the way to her hand and across each finger. Instead of telling you the story about it, let's just say this was final straw. Finally, the police got involved, and the old man was arrested. Ryder was finally free, only to be put into the system. Foster care was a whole new challenge, and yet it still is. That is, until she got the letter that she gladly accepted. So, now you know she has long brown hair, tan skin, rippling muscles, two different eye colors, you now have the face of Ryder Threatt.

;Height;
5'5

;Weight;
120 lbs.

;Hair;
Ryder's hair falls in long brown waves, to her lower back.

;Eyes;
Her eyes are very abnormal, for her right eye is a sea blue and her left is an electric green.

;Clothing Style;
To others, it may look like Ryder puts a lot of thought into her outfits, but in actuality, she doesn't. She throws on whatever she feels like wearing, which usually happens to be shorts, tank tops, and combat boots. Usually.

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;Personality;
Ryder is the type of girl who is not someone you want to anger. When you get on her bad side, there is a god reason it's called a "bad side". Her sarcasm is harsh and her teasing is rude. She's the type that will go "Did you really just say that?" Her smart-aleck remarks are very common, and if you listen, actually listen, you'll see they're quit wise. I know I know, hard to believe. Ryder wise? Ha, yeah right. But in reality, she can be. In a precarious situation, she always has the wise eye. She always knows what to do, and how to handle things.
Quick-witted. Ryder knows how to return a comeback with enough ferocity to scare even the mightiest of people. She isn't one to sit there and let herself be trampled. That caused her too much pain in the past for her to let history repeat itself.Though quiet when she has nothing to say, Ryder is quite the observer. Absorbing everything like a sponge, she is exactly that - a sponge. Though unheard and unnoticed, when she wants to be heard, she makes herself heard she does.
Confidence. This girl has confidence oozing out of her, practically emanating. The aura around herself is not necessarily full of herself or selfish, but rather, a high self-esteem and confidence. Not caring about what others think of her, Ryder does her own thing. And she's proud of it.


;Likes;
-Adrenaline rushes
-Fighting
-Animals
-Photography
-Writing
-Music
-Singing
-Playing guitar
-Running
-Gymnastics
-Climbing

;Dislikes;
-Pushovers
-The quiet
-Goody two shoes
-Abusers
-Kids
-Snobs
-People who think they're perfect
-Guys who think they're hot shots
-Jocks

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Crush:
"Ha! Yeah, no."

Bf/Gf:
"No freaking way."

Family:
"Of course I have family, but do I care? No."
Ryder grew up with an abusive father, a brother that left hr to die, literally, and an absentee mother, so naturally, she doesn't take well to guys, or people in general.

Other: ƧнαωтʏƆнιcκ but call me Shawty

[loki.i love you.]

Look-out is available.

[loki.i love you.]

Open to Roleplay. Please Post

Shawty, will you please remove your girl from your form. Second in Command was already taken.

[gizmo,]

(( Oops. Yesh I can xD Quick question though, can I not keep them both and have them both be lookout or something? If not, it's fine. I might just keep my girl and delete my guy though.... ))

[loki.i love you.]

Only keep one.

[gizmo,]

(( I'll keep my girl then. ))

[loki.i love you.]

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Colton was sitting in a room with the rest of his new "co-workers". He had only just met them and Sword Cross expected them to figure out a name for their team? Sounds like a long shot. Grunting, he leaned back into a comfortable chair, crossing his legs at the ankles and putting his hands behind his head. Yawning, he spoke; "So..I'm assuming we're supposed to connect on a personal level, right now. In other words, get to know each other. Who wants to go first?" He awaited a response but when no one spoke, he answered again. "Okay. I guess I'm going first."

He sat up and folded his hands together, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Well, I'm the computer nerd, if you please. I am eighteen years old and I graduated at Harvard at the top of my class at the age of 15. Yes, I'm that smart." He murmured, glancing down at his shoes.

[gizmo,]

(( Do you want to do the first post to get everyone started, or no? ))

[Mustache.]

Jasper Reid.
Jasper overheard the lanky boy say he was in Harvard at just the age of 15... Man he was impressed.
''Wow, 15, God yall must be one smart cookie!'' He laughed walking in to the room at last, yes he was late and yes he was suposed to be the head of the whole operation... It was a shame Jasper didn't do early- he did Late and just in the mick of time... He was cheaking out his crew- there was two girls one of which must have been the second in command and a thin nerdy boy. He walked further into the room- he was infact not wearing any shoes, this was a regular occurance for Jasper and too him it was not a strange guesture at all. He didn't like them at all- shoes meant restriction and were often uncomftable and he saw no point in them at all... Jasper was like that- he was a simple boy but had many veiws on life that normal people didn't have- he is quite a cinacle person when it came down too it...
'' My name's Jasper Reid, I'm from Texas.'' He said simply before sitting on the table. He didn't bother with the cair that was laid out for him he just sat straight down ontop of the table. He ran his hand through his sandy hair- this messed it up even more than it was before if that was even possibe... His hair was so unintelligant, it just couldn't be tamed at all- he naturally has curly hair but had it cut every month so his curls didn't show... But today they were starting to come through because he missed his last apointment... His curls were small because they were just growing in but they were there and because they were so small they made his hair look like a tangle of diffrent colours... You see Jaspers hair tended to be a mix of Blonde and brown and hazel....
Jaspers bright yellow socks had a hole in the left foot where his big toe was and he had a smuge of green pen on his cheeks where you could see someone had drawl whikers on his face- they were still noticable but it looked like he had tryed to rub the pen off. He also had a top on that was plain grey with a small stain on the cheast- he was also wearing a massive wooly cardigan that hung from his sholders because of its gigantic size. He wore military trosers though... He also had a badge on his T-shirt. He had served in the military for 3 years till he was pulled out to do this... He was the youngest member to get in when he got in the military at the age of 15- of corse he lied and said he was 18.... He realy didn't look 18 at all but he knew they would let him in cause he had the keenest eyes in Texas...

[gizmo,]

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Gaze flickering from one face to the next, Ryder took in her co-workers. They had been shoveled into this room so they could gt to know each other, but so far it was a bust. It'd been an hour and all they knew was that one guy graduated from Harvard and the other didn't wear shoes. Fantastic.
Clearing her throat, she put her sunglasses on top of her head. Her one green eye and one blue eye narrowed slightly as she spoke. I'm Ryder Threatt. I'm lookout, so I'm good at a little bit of everything. Her voice trailed off, as she leaned back into the couch she was sitting on. She glanced at the girl next to her, who must be the Second in Command, but she stayed quiet.
Crossing her right leg over her left, Ryder adjusted her tank top and shorts. You see, she was wearing her usual attire: tank top, shorts, and combat boots with her sunglasses. The sunglasses were really to cover her eyes, for they always got some attention and that never helped, especially on a mission.
The scar running down her left arm shone slightly brighter than the rest of her tan skin, making itself known, unfortunately. The scar across her right eye wasn't that pretty as well, all reminders that she hadn't had it easy growing up. No, unlike everyone else, she grew up with an abusive father and an uncaring mother. Instead of taking the pain, her mother directed her father's anger at her as a child, blaming Ryder for all their misgivings. It didn't help that her father was drunk all the time, probably not being able to tell them apart, or even a chair from a table he was usually so wasted. So, the pain usually came, and it came hard and fast. Scars galore cover her, but she's usually pretty good at hiding them, although some are just in inconvenient places, like across her eye or down the length of her left arm. That's why she was here, in this room with these strangers. She was getting away from the horror called her life, making something of herself. Since she had the position of Lookout, she basically had to be good at everything, and be able to blend in. Basically, have a pretty face to get intel they would need. Which wasn't that hard, blending in and convincing people to trust her. Piece of cake.
Looking from the computer whiz to the Second in Command, the only other girl, to socks guy who apparently was their leader, she almost bursted out laughing. So this was their little team of misfits. Yes, that's what they were: misfits. You could call them all you wanted, spies, secret agents, but really, they were just teens who didn't fit in with other teenagers, so they were recruited to do what? They hadn't even told them what type of things they would be doing. Who knows if it was even worth it. It seems they would find out soon enough, and find out they would.
Sighing softly, she stood up and walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a water. She turned back to the group, twisting the cap off and taking a swig. After a few minutes of silence, Ryder raised her eyebrows, indicating that it was someone else's turn. Her abnormal gaze slid to Harley, and she gave her a small smile.