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Born: 4 May 1985
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Alias: Jenks
Previous Occupation: Metal Sculptor & Art Museum Tour Guide
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Current Location: George Washington National Forest, VA
Secondary Weapon: Knife
Relationship Status: Taken
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Ryder Hawthorne

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Apr 13 2018, 01:29 PM
When: Early Spring 2014 (March) - 11:23 AM
Where: George Washington and Jefferson National Forest - a couple miles from DM10 current house.
Who: Ryder Hawthorne, Anna Theroux, and Elise (NPC)
What: Ryder stumbles on Anna and Elise in the forest and invites them to join DM10.
OOC: I couldn't rmemeber if it was early speing or laye fall that Anna joined, so let me know if i need to edit the season! Also, Ryder can be a bit odd, she's generally happy and pleasant and rarely lets little things like possoble armed enemies dissaude her from acting as if she's just having a walk in the park >.> She can be a bit random too lol.




Ryder sat cross legged on a stump in the middle of the woods looking for all the world like the hippie she was. Her long mahogany hair was loose around her shoulders, truly clean for the first time in weeks. She'd taken the opportunity of the first warm day since winter broke to hike to a creek she'd found some distance into the woods. They'd been using this creek to gather water for drinking, but she was a good couple miles down stream from the place they usually stopped. She'd had complete privacy when she took the fastest and coldest bath, of her life, her body shaking violently from the cold by the time she was done. But now, sitting in a warm sunbeam fully clothed, her wet hair nearly dried in the sunlight, she felt refreshed.

She'd been meditating while she waited for the sun to dry her hair, and now that the job was mostly done she stretched, arms reaching high into the sky above her, then opened her eyes. The day was turning out nicely, sun streaming through the branches above where green leaves were beginning to bud amd sprout from formerly barren limbs. She stood, gathering her now dry towel grom a limb and folding it into her satchel. Then she grasped the haft of her walking stick, a large bo staff that served as her only weapon. The staff was much loved and well worn, little carvings and etchinga worked into the length of it over the last four years. It wasn't fancy, but it was hers all the more for those marks.

She set off in the direction of the house thinking to drop things off, have an early lunch, then head out to do some scouting. She'd made it maybe a mile before her plans were derailed by a flash of colorful fabric and a voice. She tilted her head, leaning to try to see around a tree limb and determined that ahead and to the right there were two individuals, at least one of them female, having some sort of discussion. Thinking it impolite to just stabd there and listen in, Ryder walked over to the women - because as soon as the tree wasn't obscuring her view she could see that both were women - and said "Hello," with a cheery smile and a little finger wave. Her attention was caught suddenly by a small plant growing at the base of a tree. "Oh, lavender! That'll be lovely in some tea in a couple weeks."
Apr 11 2018, 04:30 PM
When: Spring 2013 - 10AM
Where: Richmond, VA - Ryder's garage and the building across from it
Who: Ryder Hawthorne and Aspen Cooper
What: This is how Aspen and Ryder met after having been neighbors for like months without knowing it.




Ryder shuffled her way through the apartment looking for... something. She wasn't entirely sure what it was she was looking for anymore. It had been a specific item half an hour ago when she began, the the identity of the item had since flew her mind as she found various useless bits of flotsam and jetsom under tables, between cusions and behind couches. If onky she could find.... whatever it was she was looking for, she could finish withher earlier task. She shifted a stack of old magazines Lindsay had been reading, and lo and behold there was the thing she had been searching for. A hair tie. She scooped the little purple thread wrapped elastic up and wound her hair into a lumpy mess that one could call a bun, but that any bun would be ashamed to be associated with.

Victorious in her hunt for a hair tie, Ryder resumed her task of the day, which involved tidying the roof garden's outdoor section in preparation of the spring planting season to come. The others who lived with her in the renovated garage had already left for the day, tasked with scavenging, scouting, and whatever the hell mad scientist expirament Mack had in mind. Ryder was the only one, besides Sam, who had any knowledge of growing things, though Sophie was learning, slowly but surely. She ascended to the rooftop and frowned at the mess it had become. They entered and exited the building via a pull down fire escape along the back and the rooftop entrance, but they had done little beyond pass things by on the way in or out or to the little hot house since the first snow fell. Ryder set about cleaning the surprising amount of debris, of twigs and leaves and spilled pots of dirt. She picked up tools and scavenged items that hadn't quite made it down into the second floor apartment or further to the first floor space once used as a mechanic garage but renovated into a metal sculpturists welding workshop before the outbreak.

It was maybe thirty minutes of this before a movement caught her attention across the street. She stopped, turning to look across the four lanes and wide median at the front of the building. There was another building the same size as her own over there, and on the ledge sat a fat, orange tabby cat. She smiled a little, waving hello to the cat. She'd seen it over there before, roaming the roof, occasionally inside the building itself. She'd thought to catch it and keep it safe, but probably the cat was feral if it had survived this long, and of it was as plump as it appeared it fed itself well on mice and rats. Dismissing the movement she had seen as the cat leaping onto the roofs ledge, she returned to the task at hand.
Apr 11 2018, 02:51 PM
When: Mid Spring 2014 (April-ish),
Where: George Washington and Jefferson National Forest
Who: Ryder Hawthorne and Brayden Mitchell
What: Ryder trails Brayden away from the BnB to introduce herself and have a word with him alone.
OOC: Let me know if any of this needs tweaked, I just sort of ran with it. And of we manage to be on at the same time Id be open to doing some quick short posts to move the thread along quickly if you want.



Ryder was usuing her very best sneaking skills today. A youth growing up amid the woods and the years since spent camping, hiking, and generally trekking through the wilderness for various reasons with family and friends had prepared her to move relatively quiet through the underbrush that ran parallel to the road. She followed a man, a rather attractive man if she was being honest. He had sharp cheek bones, a chiseled jaw, and very striking eyes. His eyebrows were a bit bushy, but she thought that made him look more interesting instead of detracting from his looks. Add to that the slim build and even Ryder, who didn't always see the world the way most people did, thought he was attractive. The man inquestion was alone, and that was why she had followed his intimidating figure instead of the two much mlre affable people who had headed off in another direction.

A week ago she and Sam had gone out scouting the area and looking for places to scavenge. What they had stumbled on was a bed and breakfast in the woods populated with survivors. They hadn't made contact, instead watching quietly for a few minutes before creeping back the way they had come. After discussing it with the group, Ryder had decided to make contact on her own with a single member of the other group of survivors. Which was why she now followed the man who had gone off on his own instead of the redhead and the tall, gawky guy.

She kept out of sight, staying quiet in the trees, until they were well away from the bed and breakfast he apparently called home. She didn't have ill intentions toward him, but she didn't want him yelling and causing a panic where someone might get accidentally hurt, either. When they were well out of yelling distance she moved in, drawing closer quickly until she was within range of him with her bo staff. Again, she normally would stay further away, but he had a gun strapped to his hip that she really didn't want him to have the range to use. At this distance, there was a chance she could keep him from drawing it. "Hi. Don't mean to alarm you, but you're being followed." she said, smiling and waiting for the natural response when someone crept up behind you and said something odd. "Good news is, I'm mostly harmless." Mostly being the opperative word there. She could do some damage with her 'walking stick', an item she currently held gripped loosely in front of her, parallel to the ground. But Ryder didn't particularly enjoy fighting. She'd learned to fight more for the sense of center and balance it brought to her life than any need to shed blood.
Apr 11 2018, 12:00 PM
When: Early Spring '14 (March) 2PM
Where: Bellmont Farms BnB, the woods outside
Who: Ryder Hawthorne and Samuel Evans
What: Ryder and Sam are out scavenging and happen on a BnB with peoples running around.
OOC: We can do this long form or switch it to rapidfire later, either way I imagine it'll be a short thread.




Ryder slipped past a copse of trees, edging around the twist of brambles just waiting to snag at some unsuspecting victims sleeve or pant leg. The entire state of Virginia was largely covered in trees and foliage, but the western end was hillier, the forests thicker and older. There was more undergrowth, and even in early spring, when most of the plants were still brown and dormant from winter, it left the place looking wild and untamed. At least, the forested bits. The citys and towns were just as moderated and dull as they were anywhere else in the world.

Sam followed her, maybe a half step behind her lead, and she tossed a smile over her shoulder at him. She'd never been very good at interacring with people socially, and dating hadn't been something she was very good at, bit she'd made a good choice when she spoke up to Sam about the feelings growing between them. Ryder reached back a hand, an offeribg for him to take it in his own.

They were out here, tromping through the woods, because the last of the snow had finally melted and Ryder wanted to get the lay of the land, so to speak. They were short on food, and until a garden could be planted they would have to rely on what could be scavenged. She had hopes that the forests would show early signs of the growth of wild herbs and vegetables. Maybe they would find game trails and signs of deer or rabbits that could be hunted or trapped. Not that Ryder knew how to hunt or trap. She'd not been a vegetarian before the outbreak, but when meat was readily available in a supermarket, hunting became a sport, and she hadn't really approved. Now, of course, the only meat you got was what you farmed and raised or what you caught and hunted. She did know how to fish. Theoretically. So if they found a pond or lake, they mifht give that a try as well.
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Gloria Hawthorne has always been a fun loving free spirit, it the 1960's, free love, why cant we all just get along, give peace a chance sort of way. She joined causes like they were necessary for life, constantly finding the next creature, person, or place that needed one more voice to speak out in it's defense. She was in her 20's when she met and fell in love with a man who saw the world like she did, a place in need of more love and less hate. A place they were killing with their corporate greed. She loved Oliver Palmer, a very attractive man, but neither of them believed in the union of marriage really. Gloria for reasons of feminism, Oliver because he thought it was one more way the government controlled them. So they pledged their love to one another in a private ceremony, but never got legally wed. Not even when they got pregnant.
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About two years into the relationship they found out they were pregnant with a little girl, and during this time they were also introduced to some like minded people. They found themselves joining a group of people like themselves who wanted to live off the grid among nature. This all seemed fantastic at first. But Gloria had always had a nose for bullshit, even if she didn't always listen to it, so she knew something was just slightly off with their illustrious leader, but she dismissed it. She could be flighty and easily distracted, so somehow it was a whole 8 years before she got around to realizing she had joined an actual, honest to god cult. It was a relatively harmless cult, but a cult none the less. But by 8 years in she began to notice changes in the people, int he leadership, and in their policies that she didn't agree with. She brought it up with Oliver, who didn't see her concerns the same way, and eventually they reached a breaking point. In a single day she packed a bag with her meager possessions, scooped up Ryder, and told Oliver they were leaving with or without him. As it turned out, it was without him.
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Once free of the cult's influence, she moved to Richmond, VA and began working at regaining some semblance of a normal life with Ryder, her daughter. She began selling her art and crafted items where ever she could, and at a gallery viewing she met a lovely woman named Susan Walters. The short version of their story is they fell in love, got married in Canada, and raised their quirky daughter together. Ryder doesn't really remember her father, but her moms were always there for her. Susan and Gloria were together during the outbreak, and whether only one or both survived is up to whoever takes one of them first.
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Preferred PB is Lily Tomlin, I'm open to other suggestions though.



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<span>FOCUSED ENVIRONMENTAL WARRIOR</span>

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Susan Walters was a relatively normal kid. She cared about the world around her and found joy in the outdoors. As she grew up she came to understand two things: 1, if she wanted there to be a great outdoors for her children and grandchildren she needed to fight for it, and 2, she wasn't like most girls. The first thing she resolved by moving her life and her studies toward a career in environmental law. The second... well, she was gay, something not so acceptable for someone of her upbringing. Her upper middle class parents and all of their friends would not even remotely understand how and why she loved women and not men. So she pretended it wasn't a thing and hid that part of herself away.
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Of course, when she met a lively, slightly crazy artist named Gloria keeping that part of herself hidden didn't seem to matter anymore. She came out to everyone, married Gloria, adopted her daughter, and they lived happily ever after. Right up til the point the world ended. She was with Gloria that day, and everything that happened since then is pretty much up to whoever take Susan or Gloria first. Both maybe have survived, or just one of them, it's up to you!
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Random side note, Susan really misses her evening martini's.
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When the outbreak hit the commune was well prepared to defend itself against the undead. They were remote enough that they heard about what was happening and had time to prepare. Killing wasn't an encouraged activity among the commune members, not even for food, but they had a right to defend themselves and so they did. Whether or not he's still on the commune, if the people there survived, or if he left is up to his player!
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PB here is Dennis Quaid, but I'm not entirely sold on it so if you have another suggestions just let me know!


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<span>28-32</span>
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After leaving the commune I could see him going many different directions, perhaps going to college, joining the military, or even just getting a regular job. How he handled the outbreak is also up to the player, all I know is he lived in Richmond at the time and for some reason never found Ryder, who lived there for 3 1/2 years into the outbreak in her own apartment. Sooo probably he either wasn't in Richmond at the time or he got shuffled out of the city for some reason.
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I would like for Jeremiah to reunite with Ryder and join her group. Once he's reunited with her I have an idea for him to become the love interest of another of my characters in that group, Harper Maes. For more details on that, you should see Harper's want ad HERE. Not everything matches up from that want ad to this one, but I can easily smoosh them together. Preferred PB is Adam Dalton, I really like his face but I'll discuss a change. His name is also up for a change, I've never referred to him in threads or in her app, so I'm not locked in on it.


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