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There. I did it. I completed plan "death" I really should've just asked to remove Blaze and work from there, but "hey," we got a death in there. Way to go me. Anyways, here's his replacement that I spent two days on XD If this gets "noped" on, I probably needed the character sheet anyways. I figured he could join up after the train robbery and practically get killed by everyone in the process of it. Malthe Shah “No, I haven’t failed yet because I haven’t started yet.” Nickname: (mouthy- yeah, bad idea XD) He responds to anything and everything, except for mouthy. Age: 18 Birth date: December 1, 1873 (hoping my math adds up for once) Zodiac: Sagittarius Gender: male Sexuality: He doesn’t even care about this stuff yet. (ahem) “ick- love~” Rank: Stealing my dead boy Blaze’s newbies spot Desired Rank: Member Appearance: Malthe is near 5’9’’ and scrawny. He has warm ivory skin with a splattering of freckles across his cheeks. His face is a heart shape, always displaying a smile. That smile switches from overconfident to what he calls charming. Although when smiling light dimples show on his cheeks. His teeth are slightly crooked due to the lack of proper dental care in the west, and his thin lips a shade of pale pink. He has a small Greek nose which usually has a splash of dirt smeared across it. His eyes are a round-type and a similar shade of emerald green to his sister’s. About half of his days are probably spent blinking because his long eyelashes keep getting in the way. It’s rather inconvenient, and believe me, he has had thoughts of cutting them short. His eyes usually shine with happiness, being content with almost everything he has. He has thin black eyebrows with the tips trying to go in the wrong direction, coming off as tiny x’s. Surprisingly, his skin is currently free of scars. He just hasn’t been through enough dangerous encounters for that yet. Malthe’s hair is chestnut in color. It’s usually kept rather short with bangs to the bridge of his nose. The bangs are usually swept to the side while the top keeps trying to twist around in every direction possible. This is fixed by repeatedly running his hand through his hair with a lot of frustration. On the sides and back it is kept about the same length, though it gradually becomes shorter near the bottom. He holds himself in a tall posture to appear more important. What he usually wears is an old plaid green shirt, but as a jacket. It has been through many adventures with him and is currently missing a few buttons. Mud stains decorate its sleeves, spiraling up till they fade out. Under that is a loose gray undershirt. Nothing too special about that one. Jeans with the blue fading out in the knees is what he usually wears for pants. Malthe wears black miner’s boots for shoes since his dad outgrew them and they didn’t want to put it to waste. His ears are pierced at the lobe with a flare circle stud, but the left end has a triangle. These are both pulled off of little silver trinkets he finds while exploring everyday. Occasionally he can be found wearing a black ribbon tied around his neck, a bow-type knot to the right side. He doesn’t care how weird it makes him look as long as he likes it. This next thing is usually only found on him for training purposes and big events within the gang. He will wear a leather strap across his shoulder to his chest with a sword scabbard attached to the back. It’s a gift from his sister for self protection purposes since he decided to get caught up in criminal activity like this. That sword would probably be the most expensive thing he owns. Most of his clothing also strangely smells like soap Not scented kinds, just...soap. Nationality: It’s a little complicated, can I just say American? Personality: To start off I need to say that Malthe mimics people he admires. Keep this in mind throughout or it’ll get a bit complicated. He’s a bit too confident in his abilities unless proven otherwise, then he’ll just keep trying till figuring out he has no talent in the subject. He also just has an extroverted personality and will barge into any conversation even if he wasn’t included in it to start with. He thinks he’s the best thing that’s happened since people realized horses were ride-able. In battle he takes after his sister and acts taunting; to mess with his opponent’s mind. Playing dirty in battle is also not beneath him. He realizes being physically weaker and untalented compared to some others, so tripping people is completely normal. He rarely holds onto a grudge, although he will tease about having one. Adventures and exploring new places is highly treasured to him. You’ll rarely be able to find this kid indoors. He’s always searching through new and old places in town and if you ask him what the thing he wants the most is,he’ll say a good adventure. Freedom and not having to listen to rules set in place by a human master is also something he treasures. “Rules are merely suggestions, my good friend.” Back in town he was terrorizing causing mischief among small animals like a young boy. In that way, he is also interested in the whole concept of outlaws. They get to put their own rules in place and don’t have anyone lecturing them every five seconds, so it seems fine. Besides, lectures are boring and always make him fall asleep anyways. Games played for blood are no fun. If you aren’t playing something for fun, why are you still there? Risks are just slight bumps along one smooth road, they put change into the mix, and he always takes that change. He’s extremely optimistic, always having a bright side to a situation. The only reason not to have one would be if someone died. He does feel betrayed easily and panics over small details. He could walk right up to someone and tell them his true feelings if he wanted. His opinions are expressed freely so long as he won’t lose a finger for it. Can we have a separate paragraph for dumb jokes? Well,I’m adding it anyway. Jokes are his life blood and reason for living. The more someone else jokes, the more he’s attracted to them too. A lot of these are silly gestures too. Malthe mostly has a charade in place for this; one where he tries to act “charming” and fine with everything when he’s really just a panicked mess below the surface. A few examples of his jokes are these: Where he’ll end up winking at someone with a confident smile on his face after someone looks confused on his reasoning. That’s his way to say ‘trust me’, signaling he knows what he’s doing and doesn’t need help with it. Everyone here has at least one thing in common,and that’s the fact that they all breathe oxygen. Oh, the finger guns! That’s just unending torture. Then a few behavioral notes: If he begins to act out, it’s because of an internal conflict where he just needs to talk about something. When calming down, he’ll be seen forcing himself to count to ten with a deep breath. It’s a bit of a spectacle, trying not to act hyper like a child sometimes. Strengths: Full of energy- make him run a mile to fetch a pail of water, sure. Generous- He’s the guy you can go to for all those odd favors and still be treated like a real person. Patience- He’ll wait for a few hours for you to finish up a task before talking again. Sure, he’s a bit annoyed about having to wait, but as long as he has something to do in the meantime, you’re fine. Weaknesses: Takes on more than he can handle- He likes to get stuff done around here, but is terrible at actually doing it so all the work stacks up. Strange environments- If he hasn’t explored it, he’s not going there without someone else to help him out. It’s just too creepy sometimes. excitable and easily spooked- step on a twig, he’ll be extremely paranoid. He also becomes hyper and could be a bit destructive if too much energy is stored up though. terrible at keeping secrets- this’ll get him killed someday. Family Members: Clint Elias- father- 48- Clint was an alcoholic and abusive to his family. They all lived farther East at first, and moved away when Malthe was three. Clint still sends a card every year for his birthday, though. Usually they end up thrown in the garbage before Malthe is able to read through them. Maybe a mail interception or two will fix that. Marabell Shah- mother- 48- Marabell has to do most of the translating for William. She does a lot of the shopping, and is a kind and caring person, always making sure everyone has enough food and quilts. William Shah- stepfather- 50- A very loving person who knows just enough English to get by in life. Malthe has to try and use flashcards to teach him more English sometimes, but he still loves him as his actual father. Asta Shah- half-sister- 24- Malthe’s older sister, Asta. She’s part of the gang and keeps having to drag him back to their home, much to his dismay. The only thing Malthe wants is to be around her, usually. He also keeps trying to argue his way into getting what he wants. Love interests: there's probably someone over two times his age here, so... bah, who needs love? Back story: I wrote something and it sucked, okay? Basically, he moved here from the east, got a new sister, watched some people get beat up, became lectured a few times, and is going to join the gang. I hope that’s good enough for now. Other: He can’t see objects being waved in his face,but will rip them out of the persons hands and hold it at a distance to look at it. He was supposed to get glasses for that, but refuses to. Singing is just something to pass the time, but then we get to dancing. Nope. Believing in all the old myths, legends, and hauntings of the area is a bit of a childish thing, but how’re you supposed to explain missing socks, huh? horse (created by Black_Sand) link - Dakota. don't bother that this is Blaze's old horse. yes, I know it's a bit messed up, but it's the West. deal with it. Edited at June 11, 2021 03:48 PM by Honeybee Falls
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Rosa Mae Alden "Rose" | Thirty-two | Female | Straight
Date of Birth: September 24, 1866
Rank: Member; Rosa Mae was one years before, leaving because of Lucas. Recently, she's returned along with her son to the gang.
Residence: She resides a mile or so outside the camp, preferring to keep Lucas away in case the gang gets found. It's a small residence, consisting of a pen for Jacques and a medium-sized tent.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Irish-French Appearance: There's only two ways to describe Rosa's appearance. The first would be fragile. The second? Delicate. From a first glance, one could say she resembles a cat. She has a small, thin frame, normally standing as if drawn back. Her back is straight, with her arms usually tucked in and head pointed towards the ground. When she walks, she walks as if shuffling forward, taking quick steps that stay close to the ground. Around those she cares for, however, she's less likely to seem beaten up. Her posture raises, head held high, asserting an air of confidence and a fine upbringing. As for her actual features? Her skin is pale, with a similarly catlike face. She has a skinny, angular, heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and wide eyes. Her eyes are a striking topaz blue, starting at a dark blue ring and moving inward to a tapered gold surrounding the iris. Her eyebrows are somewhat thick, slightly arched, a golden mahogany color. Her hair is the same, long and ending in flowing curls. Ginger highlight streak their way through, prominent around her face. She normally wears it down, preferring the natural look rather than something forced. Her frame resembles an hourglass, accentuated with a slightly wider hips and chest. For her height of 5'6", her waist and limbs are about the same length, ending in petite hands and feet. Her hands are delicate, with long fingers and nails to match. In a way, she might be called beautiful, but she hushes anyone who tries to tell her. Apparel: (This might be hard to picture, so I can PM you my photo reference) Rose typically wears a dress, style usual of the time period. The dress is lapis blue, freely flowing and ending just above her ankles. Intricate designs and layers are patterned in gold up to the waistline, at which point the elegant dress becomes a barely visible matching blue corset. The top layer is a small gold coat, only as long as to her elbows and down a short ways past her waistline. The gold is accented neatly in blue, covered by a draping veil beginning at the base of her shoulders and neck- where the dress stops. To match, she wears a blue hat- accented in gold, obviously- on the side of her head, decorated in various blue, white, and gold flowers. Her shoes are a deep cerulean, tall heels with thin accented ribbons wrapping up to her knees. Personality: There's a reason her nickname's Rose- ever wonder why? While her frame is mediocrely small and unassuming, Rosa's got quite the spirit. She's always had the heart of a fighter, willing and ready to take on any sort of battle. Whether that means a battle of intellect, with her own arguments, or shooting practice with the hunters, she's waiting and ready for the time she can get in and fight with someone. Perhaps her favorite part, though, is knowing she's won. She treasures her battle victories.
That's not saying she won't be compassionate when she needs to be. If she knows the person will be able to talk jokingly with her, she won't mind throwing her win in their face. Yet if they're sensitive, she'll step more carefully, so as to boost confidence in herself and others. Considering her wide range of little knowledge, she's always glad to go and help the person who might not know as much as she does. If anyone knows more than her, or thinks differently, she'll make her best attempt to listen to them with an open mind. Rose doesn't mind sharing things with others, and loves telling others to come to her about sharing things with her. She may provide aggressive- and possibly maniacal- solutions, but she believes that everyone needs to learn to do things themselves and is perfectly fine telling people that. There are some things she'll get frustrated at, such as certain mannerisms and types, but she'll keep quiet and stick to doing as she's told to do. Even still, she can be very fun, a loud and emotional woman ready to take on the world with adventure. And yet, she knows how lonely she is. She would do anything for someone to care for Lucas with her, and care for eachother just as much- if not more. Secretly, she adores the sweet, quiet, and passionate moments of life, things such as learning about someone she wants to make hers or teaching him how to dance. And when Rosa Mae Alden makes someone hers, she'd never let them go. Accent: Rosa Mae has one of those Southern accents you might die to hear. It's sweet, lilting, only shifted slightly by her ancestry. You can hear, when she talks, the minor Irish drawl and French pronunciations. Not to mention here, in Openshaw- the woman's picked up quite the attitude for slang. Strengths: Caring | Rosa, even if secretly, cares about everyone she meets on the same side. She considers them under the protection of the Aldens and their wide range of connections. Spying | She's lithe and agile, normal enough to blend into crowds and quick enough to hide should the need arise. Skilled | She may not have one specific skill, but Rosa is a little bit good at a lot of things. While she doesn't have the same sort of abilities as people who've trained, she knows enough to be able to assist. Weaknesses: Lucas and his father | The two men are people she'd die for, and it's easily made obvious by how she acts around them. Soft at heart | While Rosa has a fighter's exterior, she's a true Southern landowner at heart- as if she'd never left her home in Carolina. In other words, protected and protecting. Strength | Despite the obvious helpful skills for being able to spy, in a direct battle there's a small chance of her winning. She couldn't beat a fox in a fist fight. Relations: Adelaide LaVie | French descent. Currently living in London. Mother. Forty-nine.
Rowan Alden | Irish descent. Currently living in London. Father. Sixty-one.
William Alden | French-irish descent. Currently living in Madrid. Brother. Twenty-two.
María Alden | Spanish descent. Currently living in Madrid. Sister-in-law. Eighteen.
Stefan Althaus | Would-be lover.
Lucas | Mixed descent. Currently living near Openshaw. Son. Five. Surname undecided. History: Let's just say... it could be better. Classified.
Other: We'll have a little fun- I have a friend who said this for mic checks once xD- Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? _____________ -Steed- Jacques Male | Mustang | Four | Rowdy Color: Black Frame Overo
Build: Sturdy Skill: Avoiding obstacles Connection: Raised from a colt by Rose. He only accepts apology bribes from her, but lets anyone near him.
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Done!!!^^ Name: Giada Taeson Age: 28 Birthdate: June 26, 1870 Zodiac Sign: Cancer Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Love Intrests: PM me if you want to be her love interest. Rank: Member Desired Rank: She is happy being a member Nationality: Mexican and German Giada has very long light brown, thick hair. She usually has her hair up in a messy long braid, there are usually a few loose strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes. Her hair gets tangled easily due to how long it is. She is 5'7" and weighs 129lbs, so she is not under weight or over weight. She has a beautiful smile, she has white teeth and her smile gives her a very friendly and warm look. She has a scar across her forehead that she covers with her light brown hair.She has scars all up and down her back. She has multiple scars on her hands that she covers with gloves. She has an athletic build with muscular arms and legs, she has a skinny body too. She has light tan skin that is usually sunburned due to how much she is outside. Giada has light brown eyes that shine with mischievousness and adventure. Giada's nose is medium sized and it isn't pointed, it goes very perfectly with her face. Giada has light brown freckles around her nose and cheek area. She has thick pink lips that are usually in a frown shape. Her eye brows are the same color of light brown that her hair is, her eyebrows are thin but are covered by her loose strands of hair. She looks very delicate at first glance but in reality she is strong and is capable of a lot. She has a diamond shaped head. She has very long eyelashes. A lot of people call her beautiful but she ignores them. Smell: She smells like dirt most of the time, but when she gets dolled up she smells like vanilla. Clothes: Giada wears dark blue denim jeans that have tons of dirt of them, the jeans have a black bandanna hanging out from the front pocket. She wears a plain white loose cotton shirt that she tucks into her pants. She wears dark brown gloves over her hands, everyone thinks she just wears them for work but she really wears them because of the scars on her hands. She wears a dark brown cowboy hat a lot of the time. She wears a dark brown men's jacket that is way too big, but she doesn't give a shit. When she is not wearing her usual outfit she will get dressed up, she will put on a plain white dress and put lipstick on and take her hair out of its normal braid. Here is le link to her image when she is dolled up: https://postimg.cc/gallery/gRy77WY/c1c94257 Boots: She wears plain light brown boots that go up to her knee area. They usually don't have any mud or dirt stains because she often cleans them, she wears small spurs on the back that make a clicking sound when she walks. Weapon: she has two light brown leather holsters around her waist that hold two colt 45 guns that were gifted to her, she got one from her father and one from Buddy. She has a bunch of daggers that she is great at using. She has a rifle in her tent that she barely ever uses. Personality: (Short Description) Wild Adventerous Unpredicable Mischievous Kind Caring Calm Organized Neat Stubborn Smartass Adrenaline Junkie Smart (Longer Description) ~Wild~ Giada is very wild, she will do things spontaneously. She is crazy and is always up to do something crazy and fun. She hates staying in one place for more than a few moments. ~Adventerous~ She is always up to do something new. She loves nature and loves to go on hikes. She like previously stated, she hates to stay in one place for a long time. ~Unpredictable~ Giada is extremely unpredictable, you never know what she will say or do next. ~Mischievous~ Giada is very Mischievous, she is always up to something and it is not always the best thing. ~Kind~ Giada is very kind to everyone she meets, she was always taught to be kind to everyone no matter what. ~Caring~ Giada is very caring, especially towards her friends and family, she is always making sure her friends are okay and she is always trying to make her friends feel better when they are down. ~Calm~ Although she is wild, she is very calm, if you ask her to wait for something she will do that and she will wait calmly for a really long time. ~Organized~ Giada is always making sure everything in the camp is organized and neat. Her tent is usually very organized and clean. ~Neat~ Like stated above she is very clean and organized and always tries to get others to be more neat and organized. ~Stubborn~ She is very stubborn and usually refuses to ask for help when she needs it. She often makes people frustrated with his stubborn she is. ~Smartass~ This trait often makes people irritated with her. She is always making smartass comments on everything. ~Adrenaline Junkie~ She is always doing wild things that are dangerous and could possibly get her killed but she loves to do things like that ~Smart~ Giada is very smart and is great with numbers and measurements. Laugh: She has a funny sounding laugh, she can sometimes snort when she laughs. Her laugh is an adorable high pitched laugh. Accent: She has a very clear southern draw that makes her sound sweet. Strengths: Giada is great with daggers. Giada is really smart because her parents always made sure she had a good education. Giada can speak great Spanish. Weaknesses: Giada isn't very confident mostly because of her scars but also because of how her mother treated her when she was younger. Giada isn't the best shot. It is very very hard for Giada to trust people because of her past. Family: Sisters: Violet Taeson| Age: 20| Murdered by John Taeson McKenzie Taeson| Age: 26| died of sickness McKayla Taeson| Age: 26| died of sickness Leah Taeson| Age: 17| Murdered by John Taeson Hana Taeson| Age: 13| Murdered by John Taeson Kassie Taeson| Age: 19| Unknown cause of death Johana Taeson| Age: 30| Lives in Openshaw Brothers: George Taeson| Age: 1 month| died of sickness Zach Taeson| Age: 23| Murdered by John Taeson Mother: Isabel Fernandez-Taeson-Harrison (I know long name XD)| Age: 56| Lives in Openshaw Father: John Taeson| Age: 47| Killed by Giada Taeson Stepfather: Andrew Harrison| Age: 56| lives in Openshaw Back Story: Her story will come up later in the RP, it is really sad tho.
Likes: Friends Family Adventerous Things Horse back riding Other: Credits to the images go to ummmmandy on tumblr and dolldivine.com Horse: Name: Flint Gender: Female Breed: Thoroughbred Sturdy? Yes Fast? Yes Edited at June 12, 2021 08:05 AM by Avocado
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Aight, Heres my friends character! I didn't personaly write this, I only copied down what she had sent to me to put here! :D - Name: Korina Abel Jefferson Nicknames: Kori, Jefferson Age: 29 Birthday: July 18th, 1869 Zodiac Sign: Cancer Gender: Female Race: Alaska Native Nationality: Native American Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Rank: Newcomer Desired Rank: Doesn't matter to her Appearance: Korina stands at a medium height of 5’7 with a lean and steadily built frame. Her arms aren’t bulky like a male’s (Avergelly) are but she is fairly fitter than most women her age. Her legs are appropriately built in between thin and thick, but she normally wears longer fitting clothing, even in the blistering heat. Because of her surroundings and her race, she has fairly tan skin that occasionally darkens with too much heat. Korina’s face is structured broadly with fair cheek bones and a medium-curved nose. Her top hip is a bit thinner from her bottom but neither are too thick. There are two small pink scars that are the most prominent on the bridge of her nose and above her left eyebrow hairs. The most gruesome scars are found all over her back. The scars begin at her shoulder and stretch down to her lower back. The shiny, healed edges are ragged making her back look torn. She isn’t self conscious about them but she would rather remain silent about them. Korina’s hair is very dark. A dark chocolate brown that appears black in a few cases. Her hair is very long and fairly silky ending at her lower back. She mostly keeps it in a braid of some sort, making it appear shorter than it really is. Her eyebrows are in between thick and thin and they are full as well as matching the thick hair on her head. The most drawing part about her though are her multi-colored eyes. Her right is a pale, icy blue while the other is a lively gray. A final mark to mention is her pale birthmark that sits over her right eye. Accessories: A dark, long bear claw attached to a silver necklace she wears symbolizing her courage and bravery. She also wears an armband on her left arm carved from the bone of her dead wolf-dog, Lobo, and a bow with a quiver of arrows. Aroma: Fresh rain, cedar, and fire smoke. Personality: Silent and uninterested. Though she can speak fluent English, Korinaoften remains silent in discussions and observes her surroundings. She knows the little woodlands in the area like her own flesh and bone, so many of the white men attempt to use her as a guide. Stealthy. She has been hunting for both man and wildlife since she was eight. Her people taught her stealth well which is why her and her kind are considered lethal. Cautious. Korina decides carefully about her actions before making them. In her adolescent years Korina made many mistakes including falling in love with a white man. In return, she was consumed with heartbreak, so she vowed to never to love a man again, or at least never enter a relationship with one. Cunning. Korina is very cunning. She can lie as easily as she can hunt, but only when she must. Her lies only tie in with her loyalty, as she once again would rather not be viewed as a snake. Agile. Agile and stealth are a need to create a good hunter. She can snake in between the small cracks and avoid every branch with every step as she hunts. Her preferred areas to use her agile skill is when she is hunting for bounty or hunting as a hit man. And finally, Loyal. Korina is many things but a snake nor liar isn’t one of them. Her people taught her what honesty and trust meant and for that, she had always been loyal. Strengths: - Korina is very stealthy and agile, especially in the night hours. She has taken down many beasts, men included.
- Her talent with a bow and arrows. She had many years of practice with a bow and arrows, therefore has always been precise and accurate.
- Her eagle-eyed vision.
- And lastly, her generosity towards other people.
Weaknesses: - Her ability to use a gun is poor. She doesn't normally use man’s weapons.
- She has a soft spot for when white-men are whipped publicly due to her history.
- She isn’t very open or social which can be good or bad.
Likes: - The wilderness
- White-Man’s tea
- Hunting
- Her bow
- Less populated areas
Dislikes: - Social interaction
- Following guidelines or rules
- Disturbing her sleep
Family: - Mother: Kya Jefferson / Deceased /
- Feather: Warren Jefferson / Unknown / Last Spotted in Iowa, seven years ago in a saloon
- Sisters: None
- Brothers: Jack Jefferson / Deceased /
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Accepted!
Just a question~ How come she couldn't post it?
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Corpses said: Accepted!
Just a question~ How come she couldn't post it?
It was too long for her to write out and everytime she tried it logged her out. She had written it all on paper and sent it to me to do for her ^^
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Ah. I see. That is annoying when it happens.
Well she's accepted :D
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───── ❝ Edgar J. Hancock ❞ ───── "I chose this life for my own reasons, dear sheriff." Name: Edgar J. Hancock Nicknames: Hollow-Eyes, Ed Gender: Male Age: 24 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Birthday: January 9th, 1864 Race: White Nationality: Caucasian (1/2) and Irish (1/2) Alignment: Neutral Left-Handed, Right-Handed, or Both?: Both ⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰ Rank: MemberDesired Rank: Nope, he's good where he's at. ⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰ Personality: -Cautious- Edgar isn't a fool and doesn't trust anyone too easily, making him seem a bit cold towards others. He observes others from a distance to observe them from a distance with his hollow eyes. He stays on the sidelines, not picking a side unless he needs to. He'll examine unfamiliar lands for danger and escape routes if need to save him or perhaps his few friends. Don't expect him to shake hands at your first meeting with him; he'll stare at it with a contempt look, then walk away. -Brave- Just because he's a cautious man doesn't make him a coward. You'll be a fool to consider him as such. He's not afraid to throat punch a person if the situation is fire. Hell, the man isn't even afraid of rattlesnakes or the poisonous spiders roaming the wilds. He can backtalk any sheriff he encounters without hesitation and stares at them in the eyes without flinching (which often leads to him get punished for it). He might even punch a bear in the face if it means to keep his food. -Sarcastic- Edgar is a sarcastic asshole or does it to lighten the mood of his enemy or comrades. He makes witty remarks even in cuffs since he knows that he'll eventually break out of jail-either by himself or comrades. He mostly keeps quiet until his lovely words are needed (most likely unwanted) in a tense conversation. Don't take his words too harshly. Well, maybe you should, but that's beside the point. -Loyal- An extremely loyal guy, but only directed towards those he considers a family or friend. Eager to stand up for them if needed and not afraid to punch anyone in the face (yes, he loves punching things) if they dare lay a finger on his allies. He won't spill any secrets that are told to him and would take it with him to his shallow grave. -Gambler- As with some characters, he does have a bad side, and that is gambling. Edgar is a gambling addict, having the sheer thrill of placing the cards down on the table and winning, of course. However, if he lost, then bet your money that he'll get pissed. He gambles to the point he knows when someone is cheating. -Hunting Lover- Other than gambling, his other favorite hobby is hunting either for the bounty to earn cash or to feed the gang members that he's riding with. The biggest kill he got was a large 620lb male grizzly bear while out on his little adventures. He still has this fur to this day, with the bear's fur wrapped around his shoulders. Apperance: Edgar is six-two in height, and he weighs around one-sixty-three. He has a bulky and muscular frame, his muscles rippling underneath his skin. His hands are rough, dirty, and calloused from the constant work he does. His fingernails get dirty a lot, and so he makes toothpicks to get under his nails. His hands are scarred from wild animals biting him and from him playing the knife game. His jawline is diamond-shaped, a bit of half-shaven stubble along his jaw, and scars on his face as well. Having a long narrow nose-the tip a bit bulbous and the bridge narrow. He has thick eyebrows, with the color of them a midnight black. His hair is medium-length, slicked back with handmade hair gel from animal fat. His left ear has been nicked at the tip of a wolf attack, including a bite mark on his right collarbone by the same wolf. His collarbone moves stiffly because of the attack, and it causes him pain at times. He has hooded shape eyes, another trait from his Irish blood, and the color of them a greenish-blue. The shape of his lips is sharp, and a small scar that goes from his upper to the lower lip. He has a bite mark on his leg from a cougar that he hunted down long ago and converts its fur into a saddle pad. Edgar has many other scars from various hunting trips he went on. Outfit: As for his outfit, his pants are made from the hide of a deer that he personally hunted himself. His vest is made out of bison fur, making his vest be a dark brown color. As for his boots, they're made out of black rattlesnake scales that took forever to collect. His hat is pitch black, a worn-down brown rope hatband, and three falcon feathers in the hatband. Around his waist are a handcrafted belt and holster-the material being crafted out of cowhide. Around his shoulders is the fur of the grizzly bear he killed long ago. Weapons: Whitworth Rifle 1873 Springfield Trapdoor Hunting Knife (Made from an antler piece of a buck.) Colt Navy Revolver Bow and Arrows (At times) ⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰ Strengths: Edgar is a professional at using rifles and has precise eyesight. Good at using a knife, either for stabbing or skinning. Brute strength for carrying heavy loads (rather it would be gold or dead animals). Able to track prints in the dirt, rather it would be animal or human. A gambling expert and is a very good teacher. Weaknesses: Doesn't know when to shut up his sour mouth. Thinks more with his muscles than his brain. He doesn't put too much faith in others. Making him hard to work with. His gambling addiction, which often leads him to splurge his share a lot. Likes: Hunting Gambling Drinking His gang Dislikes: Parties Losing a bet The law, of course Snakes (he's not afraid of them, just hates them) ⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰ Family: Mr. Hancock (Caucasian; Dead) Ms. Felan (Irish; Dead) Unborn Sibling (Dead) Sexuality: Straight Relationship Status?: Single ───── ❝ Traveler ❞ ───── Gender: Stallion Apperance: Traveler is a black mustang stallion with bright blue eyes. His face has a white bald marking. His mane and tail are black with white highlights. All four of his legs have white socks. He has scars along his body from his previous abuse owner and doesn't trust anyone but Edgar to ride him. Edited at June 10, 2021 12:26 AM by Egg
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