Amber M. Swanston

Name: Amber M. Swanston
Real name: Charlotte
Age: 18
Height: 5,2
Weight: 115 lbs
Build: Thin
Blood type: ???
Occupation: Carriage driver, Stable owner.

History:  She wasn't always called 'Amber'. Before her name was Charlotte who was being raised by a loving mother, a brave older brother and a shy little sister. The Father on the other hand rarely showed any kind of support in raising the kids.
Things fell apart after their mother passed away after giving birth to a fourth child, sadly the little one didn't make it either. Unknowing to the children; the father decided that he should release himself from his 'heavy burden' by getting rid of his own children.
Amber was the first he would try and dispose of, Sneaking the poisonous flower 'Fox Glove' into her dinner then burying her, expecting that she was already dead. either luck or misfortune would lead her to crawl out of her grave and stagger onto a dirt road where she finally collapsed. Strangely enough she found herself in a poor town hospital, they doctors were able to revive her and filter out the flower from her body. When asked about what happened, Amber couldn't recall anything, all she could remember was passing out at the table only to wake up in a hole filled with dirt (luckily it was a very shallow grave).
Information on who took her to the hospital is unknown.
Being stranded in an unfamiliar land, Amber was released into the streets among the Urchins, living off of at lest half a potato and crumbs every other day.  People called her 'Amber' due to the rich color of her eyes, the name never really stuck with her though.
In time an old Carriage driver needed someone to take on his small, poor business and tend to his only two horses, He took Amber in since she was the youngest and was a fast learner. He raised her like a grand father with a little 'tough love'.
she learned the streets like the back of her hand, made her own short cuts and even gained a hobby in carving smoke pipes and play the accordion.
6 years later her mentor passed away, finally feeling she was old enough she decided that she explore outside the old cobble stone street city and find her home. It took about a month but finally was able to make her way back, only to find the house empty from any kind of life. Things like furniture and books remained untouched and even some cloths were left behind, however their old bed rooms were cleared out and even some left over toys have been burned.
Amongst the Items left behind was her Fathers journal, with a few turns of the pages fear swelled her heart.
Upon delivery the little child passed away, yes, calling it a 'close call' but as long as his wife still lived he wouldn't be so lucky next time, He wrote down the detail of the mothers struggle as he chocked the life out of her, already planned to blame 'Complications' for a cause of death. Without a Wench holding him back he realized that he was still held down by 3 little pests. Wrote down how he was gonna do it and in what order. After Poisoning little Charlotte he drowned sweet little Dawn. How he was to dispose of Eziah didn't go to plan, the boy caught his father in the act and tried to fight back, sadly the Father was stronger beat his son to death, burning his body afterwards.

Returning to the old city She wouldn't stop having dreams of her mother and siblings begging for revenge, not that it bothered her, It was the only time she was ever able to see them again so sleep came easy. Shortly adopting the name 'Amber' as her official Identity.

Now she waits for the day when her Father would carelessly stroll into town and avenge the wicked deeds he had done to his own family one million fold.

...

It wasn't till recently she received a job to transport new patients to some distant Asylum that was undergoing a lock down. caring less about the details she takes the job, in hopes that the payment will be enough for her to leave town and hunt down her father...


Personality:  She's usually mellow and calm, Laid back and kinda quiet...yet can be rather rude and violent if provoked since she also has a short temper. Living on the streets most of her life she had to learn how to defend and fight off anyone of any size, She will run from a battle if she knows that she cannot win.
Amber can sometimes have a hard time expressing how she feels, instead she'll either insult you or give you a nice kick to the leg before leaving the room.
With a rich British accent and a foul mouth she intends to have a swear word in every sentence she says, sometimes it's hard to understand her.
Despite her laid back yet short temper, Amber is a fan of music, On any possible occasion she'll bring out her accordion and play to anyone who is present or just to herself. She can play an old acoustic guitar too but not so good.
As a hobby she carves and sells Smoke pipes to the public.
Her job as a Carriage driver has it's up's and downs. Only having two horses and living on a small allowance she hardly has any money left over to feed herself. (It all mainly goes to repairing the stables and careing for the horses) which explains why she's so thin.
The two horses she owns were her mentors last gift to her since she bonded with them since they were only colts. Both strong and healthy Clydesdales, she never takes them both out at once, only one at a time in case something happens. The White female is named 'Sweetie', The black and Brown male is named 'Babe'.
The hat she wears actually belonged to her Mentor, she rarely takes it off mainly, because she keeps a gun under it, She only takes the hat off if she's bathing or feels that she needs to use it (the gun. the hat is a little big on her and sometimes slips down, covering her eyes, she don't mind it though, sometimes if she's not working she won't bother fixing it. Amber also keeps a sawed off shot gun under her carriage, one can never be too careful when working late at night.
The carriage she drives was actually hand made by her, it took a few years but it can finally take the abuse she puts it through. She carved the name "The Evangelist" into the back simply because it was a catchy name and didn't wanna forget it.
If there is one thing that pisses her off more then anything, It's people who blames horrible event or a life changing tragedy to effect who they are today. She'll go on a rant, calling them weak pussies for letting such a bull shit get to them.
Despite her rugged and sloppy looks Amber is actually a bit of a neat freak. She won't stand being a room that's messy and unorganized, most of the time she'll go out of her way to tidy up the place until it's tolerable to her.  
Lastly, she loves kids and oddly enough kids love her like she's their sister.

Combat Style
Weapon of choice? her horse whip, It's odd that she rarely uses it on her horses but will freely use it on humans.
Amber is what you might call a 'Dirty fighter'. Dirt in eyes, swift kick in the balls, nipple twists, eye gouging fun time. However in dying efforts and last stands she'll use the gun she keeps under her hat.
Normally she'll stand her ground but if she feels that the opponent is out of her league or is too strong then she'll make a run for it, this won't happen till after she gives the fight a try.
If an opponent runs away from the fight though, she won't chase after them.
Her short temper is never used in a battle, if there's one thing she's learned is that anger in a fight is as good as fighting blind folded.
She has good sportsman ship and is always ready to accept either victory or defeat.

Strengths: Quick and agile, flexible too. Amber has been known to worm her way out of tight situations when cornered or trapped. She knows how to talk and control Horses of any breed, Even when it comes to driving a carriage she has all it's balance and steering under control and so far has never tipped a carriage once.
Though thin the girl can take a beating and get back up for more, she can manage pain quite well.
For owning a barn she often needs to maintain it. So building a temporary structure is no problem for her, even out in the wilderness.

Weakness: Physically she's not very strong, which is why she would never make it as a black smith.
Her #1 fear is towards the Fox Glove Flower, due to her not-so-pleasant encounter with it she intends to stay as far from it as possible, so much as the smell of it will make her vomit. She will freak out if you lock her in a room with that stuff, probably try and break a wall down to get out.
Also, funerals, she hates going to them, it reminds her of when she woke up and had to dig her way out of the shallow grave her daddy made. Sadly people call for her service to drive the body to the cemetery, so sometimes she has no choice but to go.