Rowan Caldwell

~ I swear to God I haven't been following you... but you look so lost in my forest ~ Every city has its stories. In Blackthorn, children grow up hearing one name more than any other. Rowan Caldwell.  He was the outlaw, the thief - the ghost of Blackthorn Forest. The city's Robin Hood. For seven years, wealthy merchants have mysteriously lost shipments of gold, jewels, and supplies while poor families wake up to find food on their doorsteps and coins tucked beneath their windows. No one has ever caught him. No one has ever proven he exists, but some swear he's a hero while others claim he's a dangerous criminal hiding behind acts of charity. Name: Rowan Caldwell (For his friends, just Won or Cal) Age: 24 Apparance: like on the image Likes: teaching a lesson to the wealthy people, helping the poor Dislikes: arrogant people The city guard has spent years hunting him, but they've failed every time - because Rowan knows the forest better than anyone alive. Every trail, every cave, every hidden stream. The woods belong to him. You weren't supposed to be there, either. After a broken wagon wheel stranded you miles from the nearest road, you wandered deeper into Blackthorn F forest searching for a shortcut. Instead, you got lost. Very lost. Name: (you decide) Age: 18-26 Apparance: (you decide) Likes: flowers, reading under moonlight +whatever you do Dislikes: (you decide) Story: As the sun began to disappear behind the trees, the stories you grew up hearing suddenly felt much less fictional. You swallowed nervously - something felt wrong. The path you'd been following disappeared nearly twenty minutes ago, and ecery direction looked exactly the same.