I run into the same difficulty every time I try to insert myself into another time period. I'm a writer and a librarian, and the historical translation of those abilities usually means becoming a minstrel or a nun, neither of which I have any interest in. So instead I have to try to extrapolate my personality and home life within a different historical context---while at the same time reining in my desire for fame and glory. :) Tricky, tricky....

I think, though, that I'd be a yeoman's daughter, held hostage by the Sheriff of Nottingham to secure my strong-willed father's good behavior. As a quiet, unassuming "guest" of Nottingham castle, perhaps serving as handmaid to Maid Marian or other assorted ladies of higher rank, I'd be able to watch and listen and occasionally glean little pieces of information. I'd code these bits of knowledge into brief messages to my family using a cipher my father and brother created, and they, in turn, would pass them on to Robin.

I don’t possess the ideal constitution for spying, but doing so in such a passive way wouldn’t strain credulity too far, especially if I’m motivated by my beliefs. And as far as skill with weapons goes, I can’t imagine my dad---in any time period---neglecting to teach his daughters how to defend themselves, which would explain the knives. And as a yeoman’s daughter, I’d be more likely to have learned to hunt for my own food, hence the skill with a bow. It wouldn't be a longbow, of course, but I think I could still do some point-blank damage if I had to. :D

I like making up characters too. In fact, I've moved on from my own Robin Hood alter-ego to create alter-egos for my sisters and brother and coworkers too.... Bwahahaha!

We are also somewhat hampered by our modern notions of what females are actually capable of vs. those antiquated notions of what females are good for. (And I just went on a serious tangent in my head trying to rephrase that sentence so that it didn't have prepositions at the end of each clause. I decided that rephrasing made them much too awkward and abandoned the project.) Men did so many of the jobs that we currently stereotype as woman's work. Like embroidery and cooking.

I hadn't really thought of using my actual family's abilities as a base of what I would have been taught. Dad would have made sure I could build a cabinet or table properly. I would have learned my cooking skills at my mother's knee. She is a librarian now, but she's such a good cook that she likely would have made her living back then in that capacity.

Joe would likely have been a guard of some type. Probably the garrison funny guy - joke teller, prank puller, exaggerator extraordinaire. He's worked security several times in his life. Also, he likes swords and axes.

It's fun, isn't it? Trying to figure out what your friends and family might have done. My father would've educated himself, because he's knowledge-hungry like that, and he'd know the value of making use of your full potential. So all his children would've been taught as many skills as their craniums could hold. My mother would make an ideal yeoman's wife. She's efficient, organized, and a supreme multi-tasker, so juggling the household chores and needs would've been exactly her kind of challenge.

I would've been a beekeeper while I was still at home, I think. Rose Red would be an herbalist/apothecary with a hundred recipes for tisanes, poultices, and simples. Hermione would be assisting in the household chores while longing for life at court---although I think she'd be a very good ale brewster. And Elessar would be designing better siege engines, collaborating with my dad on ciphers, and blowing stuff up. I'm not sure what my brother-in-law would do. I think he'd be a knight, but that would mean he'd be away on crusade most likely, so he might prefer another role. :)

When I mentioned your alter-ego to my coworker---who's decided to be a court astrologer, herself---she mentioned that cooks were more often men at that time, which I'd completely forgotten. But you'd be an excellent chef, so I'm thinking once they tried your masterpieces, they conveniently forgot that you were a woman.