Hey Acid, thanks for showing me this, I'm definately up for this and here's my character :)
Age : 20
Height: 5 Foot 7
Weight: 10 stone
Sarika may look like the good little daughter of the local pastor but her clothing advertise against that fact. She dresses like a man, dark trousers, strong boots, a heavey belt around her hips and men's shirts, in plain colours. She also wears a locket under her shirt which contains a picture of her older brother Tane who died at the hands of raiders.
ARM: Remington 870 shotgun
Tools: A set of three ice picks http://www.msu-underground.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/ice-pick.jpg
. Useful in close up combat, they can also be used as throwing knives but she doesn't do this unless it is certain she will get them back.
• Personality: On the surface Sarika seems to be driven by an interest in adventure and a need for money. However under this she is driven by a burning desire to revenge the death of her older brother, who was her only family after their parents died of plague. This was the reason that she accepted the invitation from Amos as she thought that in such a big gathering of drifters there would at least be someone who knew the where abouts, or most recent sightings of the men who raided her village.
Generally cooperative and courteous Sarika has become mistrustful of strangers as when she first set out to avenge her brother a man she told about her story sent her off with false infomation with the intention to steal her belongings. This encounter left her with only the clothes she was wearing, her locket and the ice picks, which she had already concealed on her body, since then she has been close guarded with her past and true reasons for becoming a drifter.
Despite this however Sarika does have a strong sense of loyalty, if she makes a promise she will fulfill it and expcts the same of others, she will get angry if anyone questions the worth of her word. She tends to shun younger drifters if she is in a group as she wants to learn from the experiences of older drifters.
Sarika pushed open the doors of the Jackbird Inn and walked inside. Her dark eyes surveyed the room with a glance, simple laypout of wooden chairs around a few tables, only half a dozen customers all men who looked about twice her age. She walked to the bar, her shot gun bound to her back where she could easily reach for it if need be.
Sarika was more than aware of the odd looks she got from the barmaid and the regulars, this was obviously a town that was not used to female drifters at least not ones like herself. She brushed a strand of her copper hair from her eyes and slid a coin over the bar as her drink arrived.
She sipped at the drink, feeling the liquid burn the side of her throat, she grimaced wondering why she still drank this drink even though no where ever served a good batch. She supposed it was for the memories, before the raid when Tane had snuck a bottle of Daddy's whiskey out to the field and they had timidly drunk it together. They had both been sick that night and both punished but it hadn't really mattered.
The sound of male laughter and the doors swinging open jerked her from her reverie. She kept her eyes on her glass and her ears open for infomation. There were three of them, all clearly hopped up on the fact they had guns on their belts and money in their pockets.
"Three of the usual darling"
"And a little extra if you can manage"
They guffawed together, Sarika rolled her eyes.
"You here about that village?"
"yeah, completely razed to the ground, professional debt hunters I heard"
"Like the ones sniffing round here last winter?"
"Same ones apparently, five guys on white horses"
Sarika's eyes widened and she turned to look at the men and asked,
The ringleader of the three was momentarily stunned at the brash delivery of the question. Then he realised that she was a woman. He smirked at her and walked over to her making use of his six foot three bulk. She scowled as he brought his face down towards her "And what do I get if I tell you, Doll" His friends chortled. Suddenly his eyes bulged with fear, Sarika's ice pick was digging into his stomach, her eyes told him eloquently enough what would happen if her refused to tell her.
"It's five miles south of here" She withdrew the knife and smiled,
"Much obliged gentlemen" She downed the remains of her drink and left the inn.
She mounted her grey horse "Yah" They were off once more on the trail of the five white horses.