Name: Poem
Species: Human
Age: 17
Occupation: She's a theif.
Items: She has a bracelet, knitted out of the wool of her mother's sheep. It's dyed blue and greem.
Companions: A horse. The mare is bright white, a patch of black on her ankles, rising up her back legs and covering her 'hips'. The name is Trance. And a small rat she carries in her saddle bag names Rat.
Weapons: A dagger. More like a few, and a pistol.
Apparel: She has the normal western green flannel half top to keep herself cool, and a pair of like.. slacks.., I guess. And for disguise, a light blue dress with a corset and a the same shade on the skirt that followed. It would just be a normal, really long skirt. Nothing special.
Personality: She's got a quick tongue, and isn't afraid to question everything. She feels like she'll live if she can stall danger, just enough to escape.
Extra: She's not one to accept any company. Occasionally, she teams up with a robber or two and helps them, but not alot. It's kinda normal.