Having been raised around a more 'rough' crowd in the back alleys, practically on the street, Erin has an incredibly rough exterior. She learned at a quick age to withhold her caring side, knowing it'd get her hurt at some point. Her gang in her family, even if at times it seems she resents even them, it's just her personality. She can come off as a sassy woman, with her snarky remarks, and antics leaning to purposely trying to push people to their limits. On a good day, the young woman can actually be caught joking around with friends, with an actual care free air around her. On a bad day, it's best to steer clear of the woman and keep on her good side, because she tends to snap rather easily.

        Cute, short messy black hair, with dark caramel eyes. She stands at around 5"6', but her form is well muscled but slim.

Tattoos: - on stomach - behind left ear - right inner part of her elbow - back of neck -



        With a druggie mother, and an abusive father, Erin never tended to stay in her 'home' for long. As a young girl, she'd take refuge with her uncle, who just happened to be part of The Sword Wells. With an interest in the gang's activities, her uncle tended to let her tag along (though mainly to keep her away from her parents). She picked up a lot of sneaky tricks from the other members of the gang, especially their kids. It wasn't long until Erin blended into their crowd and took them as her family, learning from them before she'd learn from her father or mother.

        Maybe a year or two into this 'gang life', her father had a fit on both her and her mother. Glasses were thrown, a table broken, and the already breaking family finally crumbled. The cops came to a complaint, arresting her parents. Her father went to jail, while her mother went to rehabilitation from her drug use. The courts signed off the papers for Erin to be taken care of by her uncle, who gladly took her in. And now, with custody of his niece, he was able to submerge her into the life of The Sword Wells completely. When she turned fifteen, Erin got the tattoo of the gang, and took up the tougher training of becoming one of the gang's top spies in order to do any undercover job she was thrown into.

        Now, at twenty four years of age, Erin holds her spot as a spy for the Sword Wells with an iron grip. Due to her talents, the gang's leader, Jason Smith, gave her and two other spies the job of infiltrating the other gang. Erin smoothly slid her way into the other gang with Trace (another Sword Wells spy), but poor Lance got discovered and 'taken care of' before getting a foot in the door.