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The story of a band of friends as they try to live out their lives as outlaws in the forest. All thought to be dead by their families for one reason or another, they struggle to live out day by day without being caught by wanderers in the woods or search parties. Each has their own reason for staying hidden in the woods.

In order to survive they have to catch their own food, or steal what they can from local villages. It is risky, but in order to stay as outlaws it is what has to be done.

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User Name: Forever Orange

Character Name: Nicholina

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Apparence: Nicholina has long dark brown that she wears up most of the time. She has goldenrod colored eyes, and pale rosebud lips.

She wears an off the shoulder midriff top, with a short red bodice that laces up the top. She has a black floor lenght skirt with a red belt. During the warm months she usually uses red ribbon to hold the skirt up higher on each side. She also has black leather boots that lace up the front.

Weapon: Knife

Personality: Always calm and collected Nicholina would always do things to please, but after a traumatic experience she changed into a woman scorned. She was no longer sweet and caring, but cold. Sometimes her old personality will shine though, but in her new line of work that is more of a hindrance than a help.

History: Nicholina grew up with her mother, father, and brother on the family farm. She would always help out around the farm with the chores, and was always the best daughter a parent could ask for. She tried her hardest to get along with her husband, but the things he did to her changed her, and not for the better.

Reason for Hiding: Was set into an arranged marriage, but she had other ideas. Also the man she was supposed to get married to ended up being abusive, so she killed him, and then went into hiding.





User Name: Edme McCormic

Character Name: Litia

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Apparence: Litia wears the garb of the time, but most of it is warn from use in the woods. The first photograph shows her usual clothing choice of a skirt, top, and bodice. She also wears knee high leather, lace up boots.

Weapon: She is fairly good with a bow and arrow, but she also carries a small knife on her.

Personality: When she knows the moment is right she can be bubbly and care free, but when it is time to get serious she can calm down with the best fo them. She isn't very comfortable around new people, so she tries to keep to herself when there are new people around. When she knows that the person near her is kind she becomes very welcoming and willing to help. She is also a fairly good actress so when push comes to shove, and they need a distraction Litia is usually their woman.

History: Litia's parents were poor farmers, and always faithful to the sheriff. But once they were unable to pay their taxes drastic measures were taken. They were arrested, and Litia was forced to try and get the money by herself. She wasn't able to get it all, so her parents were killed.

Reason for Hiding: After her parents were killed Litia had to go into hiding for fear of being taken and killed by the sheriff. She soon found the outcasts, and was taken in.





User Name: Toast of Doom

Character Name: Isibél inghean Uí Ruairc

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearence:She has fair freckled skin which had been darkened from the sun and her new outcast lifestyle. Her hair, which is a deep gingery auburn color, is long and a little straggly. Her eyes are a dark green, the irises rimmed with an even darker green and her eyelashes are naturally darker than her hair color, giving them an air of mystery.

She wears a long dark green skirt which has a couple rips at the bottom. Her top which is a cremey color is loose and long-sleeved. It's not hemmed short or tucked in under her skirt so around her hips where the two met she wears a brown wrap. Her boots are a short and a similar brown color, though darker. In the winter she has a maroon and brown shawl which she wraps around her shoulders. On a thin gold chain round her neck, a small celtic medallion hangs, landing a little below her collarbones. She never takes this necklace off, because it helps keep hope in her of being reunited with her family.

Weapon: Mostly her own hands and resillience, though she also has a small bejewelled dagger that she stole.

Personality: She can be shy, but that doesn't mean she's weak. She doesn't like to get too attached and so she can seem reclusive and odd at times. Though she's older, she still acts young. When upset, she becomes quiet, bitter and immature.

History: Isibel grew up in Ireland, and her family was part of the Ui Ruairc clan. Their clan had always been rivals with the Mhig Uidhir clan. Though she knew the fued was pointless, there was no stoppin it. Both sides were just too stubborn. When she was a teenager, her and a friend both had a crush on a boy their age from the other clan. Isibel was quiet and shy, so she never mentioned it to her friend who was very outspoken. Her pushiness ended up being their downfall. When she confronted the boy she found out her feeling were unrequited she had no time to mourn before the adults and head familys found out about the "scandal." When the rivalry between the clans got out of hand, the whole Uí Ruairc clan was forced to flee their native land in Ireland. Most of the familys went seperate ways, some staying in Ireland, but in hiding, and some going to new countries.

Reason for Hiding: Isibel's family was one of the ones that left Ireland. Soon after, she was seperated from her brother and parents, and had to survive on her own. She was never accepted in the villages, always looked down on as a lowly Irish orphan. She stayed in one village, and got by through theivery. She stole food and other neccesities. Soon however, it became more and more difficult to lead her life of petty crimes, without being caught. Isibel was forced to live her life as an outcast in the woods.





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Nicholina ran through the forest, her hands filled with the goodies she had collected in the village. The dark of night had hidden her fairly well, but there had been some commotion, so the alarm had been raised. Lucky for her she was quick enough through the dark woods to elude them.

“Stupid villagers,” she said to herself as she made her way back towards the abandoned village that served as the hideout. “Can’t even spare a loaf of bread.”

As she passed through the walls of the fortress she waved at the young woman stationed behind the wall with her bow and arrow positioned and ready to fire at any unwelcome visitor.

“Took you long enough,” she said to Nicholina. “We were beginning to worry about you.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I ran into a bit of trouble, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”

The young woman just rolled her eyes, and Nicholina made her way into the heart of the ruined fortress.

A sigh escaped Isibel's lips as her eyes searched the vast forest ahead of her. Nothing. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, just something to cure her boredom. She sat on a small bit of stone wall, part of a building long ruined. It was the furthest into the woods she could go without being completely separated from the small makeshift village. The bit of wall was on a rising of land, so she could let her legs fall without her feet sitting on anything. She swung her legs back and forth a little, her hands resting on the wall on either side of her.

Sitting there, she soon began to whistle. It was an old Irish melody that just seemed to slip into her head. One of the verses reminded her of a time when her older brother and her got into trouble. Or at least they should of. It was at a party and people were playing that same song. She and her brother were spared punishment by their parents because of the party. Their father was merely in too good of a mood.

She glanced up at the darkened sky, and soon after couldn't help but shiver slightly. She slid down off the bit of wall and quickly began walking back towards the small community that she had become a part of. It seemed like it wasn't too long ago, but she couldn't tell anymore, and she had stopped trying.

She walked past a young man, watching for unfamiliar faces, or anything else that could come from out of the woods. He started slightly when he saw here, but then recognized her and relaxed. She gave him a warm appreciative smile as she went by, continuing quickly towards the warmth of the communal fire.

Litia smiled, and then pressed the bread between her lips before the leader could see. She then chased after Nicholina.

"Thanks for that," she said between licking her lips. "Who are you going to go feed first? Look outs?"

Nicholina smiled as she handed Isibel some bread. "They are starving just as much as we are, if not more," she told her. Soon we won't be able to raid villages anymore because there will be nothing to take. We are going to have to start venturing off into the capital," she said. "I don't even know if I will have enough for everyone tonight," she said with a sigh as she looked at the small amount of food she had left.

"How can we hunt more?" Nicholina asked. "There isn't anything left to hunt, we have already hunted more than we should, if we do anymore then there will be nothing left. You know that."

"Hey," one of the lookouts called from the door, and Nicholina tossed him the rest of the bread.

"Hand it out to the rest of them," she told him. "We are going to have to risk the capital. We have no other choice. It is either that or we start eating each other." She was just kidding, but their numbers had gotten to high. What had once only been six was now slightly over twenty. They would all starve this winter if something didn't happen, and soon. Winter was just around the corner.

"We have no choice," Nicholina said again. "If she won't let us we will have to go on our own. She doesn't own us," Nicholina whispered to the two girls near her. She wasn't sure how they would take this, but she was dead serious. Winter was coming, and they were all going to die if they all stayed here. It was over crowded and as soon as illness hit it would spread like wildfire, and they would all be doomed.