This is Bluewolf1500 's depiction of Erin, and it's extremely dead on. Her shirt and hoodie would be longer since she easily gets cold. Just noticed the fish on the belt and I've gotta say it's really neat. I colored it in. Hope you don't mind, Blue!

I realized Wattpad messed with the colors, so I zoomed in to fix that.

Rank: Lieutenant

Class: Regular (She does want to end the war though)

Gang: Streetflyers

Name: Erin Stryfe

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Personality: She's open minded and strong-willed. She knows when to take charge and when she can leave responsibilities to others, though she has difficulties with leaving things to others when their records show they are not likely to do well. Typically, she is in a good mood, albeit frustrated with something or another. She thinks of the gang as her responsibility when the leader is nowhere in sight (so pretty much always). She's a tad rebellious and may turn a blind eye to a harmless prank or a cookie thief (cookie thieves have to stick together, after all). She pushes herself too hard, however, and it usually doesn't end up in her favor.

Description: She has a growing pixie cut black hair with green highlights, and her skin is pale from taking night shifts. Her eyes are blue. She's 5' 4". She typically wears a motorcyclist style helmet, black and green hoodie-like armor, and speedy combat boots. The shirt is a synthetic material similar to Kevlar, but lighter in weight. The pants have special pockets for smoke bombs and flash bangs and other items she may need to help her defend the gang if the storage space was ever raided or, if the worst came, if the base was attacked.

Weapons: Uses two katanas and her boots.

Accent: British (The Queenish one)

Quote: "Can you two just give it a rest already?" Despite the growls and howls behind her, she could still hear Raiden suck in a breath on the line. Along with a wolf's head, she cut him off before he could speak. "Raiden, I swear, don't even start it. I don't care if you think peanut butter is an abomination. You're not allergic to it, so there's no reason why Petra shouldn't eat it around you. Petra, for crying out loud, not everyone is going to like peanut butter. Stop teasing him about it before I come over there." The argument started up on the line again. Erin jumped onto a hanging rock the wolves couldn't reach. She scanned her surroundings of fir trees, floating rocks, snow, and a broken fence. There was the hanger she needed for the zip-line down the mountain! "I am not taking a side in this. Peanut butter is peanut butter. It's a food not everyone is going to like. Honestly, if you two are going to act like this, you ought to go back to second grade- no, I don't want to have lunch right now. Why? It's the middle of the night for me, remember? Look, I don't want to hear another word of this until I finish The Fade. I'm beta testing and I'm off duty. Give me a minute." Erin turned off the WCS and growled in frustration. How in the world were they going to keep the Streetflyers going if she died?

Other: She can't stand Preston. She also has PKD, so her kidneys are transplants. Her parents were named Aryssa and Ryan. Marcy and Peter were the lieutenants before Petra and Raiden.