~Elliot “Eli” Dunn~

~Age~
25 y/o

~Gender~
Male

~Sexuality~
Bisexual

~Appearance~


(Credits~ @人間(男)メーカー(仮 on Picrew)

Standing at 5’9 the man is not the shortest but he's also not really considered that tall. Pale skin covers his lean body, never seeming to burn nor tan no matter how much time he spends out in the sun.

Eli’s clean-shaven face appears to have a diamond shape with a defined jawline and a straight, ever so slightly upturned nose. His eyebrows are thin with a light brown color while his lashes are rather long and hold a dark black shade. The young man’s hooded eyes with their icy gaze is what most people notice first about him. Under the left one of said eyes, Eli has a small beauty mark.

Platinum blond locks cover the man’s scalp, left parted and medium in length. It's slightly wavy and often hangs down in front of his face but on rare occasions he does go for a more neat hairstyle and then his hair is often swept back. Eli’s hair is something he rarely spends too much time on though, often letting it become far too long between each cut and not ever bothering with much of any upkeep.

When it comes to scarring, Eli doesn't have as much as some others might have, but he has enough. The most obvious is the one running straight across his nose which he received a few years back and it has slowly started to lighten in color. Apart from that, there's a few scars spread out across his body from all types of things, ranging from old bullet wounds and knife cuts to more minor things like cuts and bruises. The man seems to bruise very easily and sometimes bumping into a table a little too roughly can be enough to cause a bruise.

As for clothing, Eli is a simple man, he doesn't need nothing fancy. A pair of worn out jeans and a button-up shirt is more than enough for him. His boots are brown in color with some minor details, and it's the same with his hat, brown-colored and worn out. However he doesn't wear his hat all that much. When the weather gets colder he throws on a denim scout jacket, some chaps and gloves but the less he can wear the better really. If there is the need to, he does actually clean up very nicely, easily blending in with richer folk but he prefers to not have to.

~Personality~

On the outside, Eli has a sweet and friendly personality, not one to shy away from conversation. He’s always happy to help you out if you ask him and he comes across as a genuinely nice and caring guy most of the time.

This isn't the whole truth though, he’s not just this sweet guy eager to help the people around him and be of assistance. No, in fact he’s rather cunning and nearly everything he does is done for the profit of none other than himself, he does however hide this rather well and only few know the real him and his motives.

Eli is good at making you think he’s loyal to you and making you think he’s someone you can trust, which very much could be the truth, as long as it's beneficial for him. His loyalty lies wherever it's the most profitable for himself and it can change in a heartbeat. One day he’s your friend, the other he could be holding a gun to your head, ready to fire with no hesitation.

The young man does keep himself to one rule though, one he would never break, and that is to never lie. He’s not once told a lie, however he does tend to twist the truth in his favor, a lot. He’s good at spinning the truth and making you believe what he wants you to without having to lie. Just as he doesn't allow himself to lie, he doesn't tolerate being lied to either and you would not want to be caught lying to him.

Anger is something Eli learnt to control a long time ago and his anger doesn't come out as an explosion like mosts do, he doesn’t start shouting and swearing nor does he get immediately violent. Quite the opposite actually, he becomes silent and calculating, thinking of the best way to deal with the situation. Whatever he decides to do, he often goes through with it, few being able to stop him from following through. Your prior relationship to the man rarely affects how he decides to handle the situation, if you anger or betray him then you immediately lose any and all respect and value you might have had in his eyes.

When it comes to love, Eli is a tricky person. He often refuses to let himself get so close to another person that he starts to develop these feelings and if he does, then he also does his best to remove himself from the situation, leaving behind whatever he had to get away and try to forget those feelings quickly because when he falls in love, he falls hard. He would do anything for the person he loves and they are also the only one who’ll see the true him, not the fake nice or the manipulative and cunning one, just him.

~Strengths~

Good shot ~ Now to say that he has a fool-proof aim would be a lie, no one does and even if Eli’s aim is very good, it's far from as good as the best.

Agile ~ Quick on his feet and able to move through the toughest of terrains and hard to reach places with ease, the man is very agile.

High pain tolerance ~ Throughout the years, Eli has built up a high pain tolerance making him extremely resilient and despite his fighting skills not being the best, he gets up again and again after being beaten down.

~Weaknesses~

Smoking ~ Smoking is one of the man’s bad habits, resulting in his stamina being quite shitty. He’s resilient when, for example, fighting, yes, and while he would get up a million times to keep fighting rather than laying down and admitting defeat, he’ll also get sloppy and tired quickly, panting for air during and long after.

Fighting skills ~ When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, Eli really isn't that good, he's not got a crazy tone of strength nor is he very skilled, the only thing making him somewhat successful is his resilience and the fact that he refuses to back down easily.

Control freak ~ If it hasn't already been made obvious, the man thrives when he can control the people around him as well as the outcome of situations. When he can't do just that it’s as if his freedom is taken from him and, obviously, he doesn't like it very much and can go to quite drastic lengths to regain the control he once had.

~Affiliations~

Cassidy Dunn ~ Mother
~Alive~

Christian Dunn ~ Father
~Alive~

Darwin Dunn ~ Older Brother
~Deceased~

Elaina Dunn ~ Older Sister
~Alive~

Iris Dunn ~ Wife
~Alive~
Eli never says a word about her nor does he have any wish to see that woman again but they are still technically married. Last time they saw each other a few years ago, they weren't exactly on friendly terms though.

Tobias Layton ~ Ex-Lover
~Deceased~
Not only was Tobias the only person that Eli would ever admit to have loved, he was also the brother of Iris and one of the many causes for the sour relationship between Eli and his wife. Just like Iris, he does not talk about Tobias but that doesn't mean he doesn't sometimes still think of the man.

~Backstory~
(Very brief, more details in the RP)

One may not guess it and it would surprise most but Eli was born to a wealthy and rather well-known family however he doesn't have much to thank them for and leaving them and his old life is one of the best decisions he’s ever made. Anything he knows now is thanks to himself, being born with a silver spoon didn't benefit him in the life he now lives.

For some time he was on his own, working odd-jobs at different farms and never staying long in one place but eventually he ran into this one gang and out of convenience, he decided to join them.

~Horse~

Soleil, the man's five year old thoroughbred mix stallion, is a wild one. He’s got a lovely cremello coat with a pearly shine to it. His mane and tail is long and rather unruly, often a bit tangled. He’s got light blue eyes, holding a wild look.

He’s unfortunately not one to trust though as he isn't exactly tame. Eli got him for cheap just a few months ago from a ranch owner who had trouble with the young stallion and has been trying to train him since. The horse has a mind of its own and a tendency to strike at anyone coming close or trying to get rid of his rider, if you even get as far as to mount him. He spooks easily and has a lot of blood, making him very explosive. The stallion is weary of people in general and doesn't let just anyone walk up to him and handle him.

Eli has learnt how to deal with the horse somewhat but originally his plan had been to just train the horse a few weeks and then be able to sell it for easy money, but he's since realized that it's going to take a lot more work before he can even make back the money he's spent on the horse as no sane person would be willing to buy the horse, despite its beauty.

~Other~
Pretty boy has his own playlist because, well, I said so
Eli

Josephine Hastings

"Jo, Josie"

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Appearance:

Josephine

Standing at a petite 5'3", her disposition settles somewhere between kind and non threatening based off of looks. Her skin is a flawless milky shade of alabaster with cool undertones that gives her an ethereal, ghostly appearance. It has a silky smooth texture, only aiding that flawlessness. Her features are as soft as her skin, delicately defined with feminine grace. With a heart shaped face, Josephine has high cheekbones, gently sloping down into a softened jawline and slender neck.

Josephine's nose is just as delicate as the rest of her. It's straight, but as it nears the tip it begins to arch slightly upwards, giving her that so sought after button nosed look. Accentuating her sharp, well defined brows are cat like eyes, always watching and waiting for her moment to strike. Long lashes encapsulates them, the lengthy strands perfect for fluttering and batting.Their chilly color is that of hard steel, bold and unwavering. A gaze so cold and intense that it's almost terrifying. Many find it a struggle to stare into that calculated gaze for too long in fear that might just devour them whole. The kicker? She just might.

Atop that head held high falls waves of whiskey colored loose ringlet curls that end at the small of Josephine's back. Shades of red, copper, and warm brown linger throughout the strands, creating a sea of fiery warmth. Not an ounce of frizz is present if she can help it, with each curl holding a soft, satiny feel to it. Each curl is meticulously taken care of, crafted around her face to further accentuate her lovely features. Her hair is her prized feature, with much time and care going into keeping it soft and healthy. It's often left down, giving it what little freedom and untamed beauty it can have.

Josephine's frame isn't anything impressive when it comes to strength. She's lithe, her body thin and soft. She has narrow shoulders with a defined neck and collarbones. Her hips are wide and her thighs thick, giving her a pear shape that aids the sass and confidence in her walk. Without a doubt her hips will effortlessly sway. Some would say she has a sense of arrogance, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Her hands, while small and dainty, have the same cat-likeness as her eyes. She keeps her nails somewhat long and well manicured, with the tips filed into an almond shape. The skin is rather soft as well, though her fingertips are calloused, suggesting the idea that she plays a stringed instrument.

The voice that comes from such a small woman is hauntingly soft. It's of gentle tone, dripping with a sweetness of honey when she pleases. That is not to say that it cannot demand attention, however. It can be just as sharp as it is sweet. It is a voice that can lull you to sleep or wake an entire army given the path that is chosen.

Her way of dress is simple and practical. Around her neck sits a simple silver necklace with a crystal stone. She typically robes herself in a pair of dark colored trousers fitted nicely to her body and an emerald corset like top that isn't cinched so tight she cannot move or breath easily. Beneath the corset she wears a flowy long sleeve top that is an off white color. She pairs it with a pair of black boots and a black hat that seems to have had a decent amount of loving. It is indeed her favorite hat. When the weather turns cold, she may adorn a dark colored furry coat and chaps, but she's not a fan of bulky layers despite hating the cold.

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Personality:

Josephine is an intimidating figure to talk to. She looks as though she'd kill with a single glance, but that'd hardly be the case. She isn't very outgoing, nor is she friendly, but she's not unfriendly either. Striking up a conversation with the lass isn't hard, but it is hard to keep her talking rather than just listening. She may not be the best speaker, but she can lend the best of ears to anyone needing to vent and speak from the heart.

Devout and honest, Josephine is a genuine person who fears not what another thinks of her. Once you get in good with her, she'll give you all of her time and loyalty that she has to spare. Not many people can get past the walls that she has built, but once it's done, she'll do anything to protect those people. She's not one for lies, either. She can be bluntly honest, telling the truth when it perhaps should not be told in completeness. If it is meant to be said, she cares not for how it'll make another feel. She'll try her best to be gentle, but it does not always work out in that manner.

She is assertive and cautious, taking heed in everything that she does. She'd much rather cut right to the chase, avoiding any and all hiccups if possible. It would be correct to say that's she's a wary woman, jaded and exhausted by the trauma of the world. She's not afraid to voice her opinion or point out exactly what she wants despite being a quiet and generally soft spoken girl. She doesn't mind taking control of certain situations and putting herself out there when others may not please to do so.

She may protect those that hold her heart with her life, but she's not as forgiving to those who have wronged her. Her patient and giving nature is not to be taken advantage of or for granted. It's one of the quickest ways to lose her as a friend. She'll do anything for you and ask for nothing in return, but do not use and manipulate someone with such a heart of gold.

She enjoys getting to do things for others, and loves even more when she's given the same energy back. In truth She's a simple woman and doesn't ask for much other than someone who will care for her like she does them.

Quiet and observant, Josephine prefers to watch others from the corner of the room. without much to say, she spends her time studying others and their actions. She enjoys getting to know them from the outside in, should they be worth the knowing. She reads people like she reads a book, learning every little tell that she can pick up and why it is something that shows itself. She often will notice things that go unnoticed by the general populace, giving her a heads up to anything that might amidst.

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Strengths:

Sure Footed- Josephine has the balance of a cat, always seeming to keep to her feet no matter what. Shes graceful and unafraid to walk slender or high paths that most would shy away from.

Fighting Skills- Josephine tends to excel in hand to hand combat, often packing a heftier punch than men would expect for her to. She may not be the strongest, but she's quick and ruthless, fighting dirty no matter the circumstance. There is no such thing as a fair fight, and she will use whatever method she must to succeed.

Observant- Looking into things that others would not, Josephine picks up on the smallest details and cues. If you can bet on anyone paying attention, it's her. This also makes her an excellent tracker, as her keen eyes pick up the divots in the ground as well as any broken twigs or trampled brush.

Weaknesses:

Weak- Being the small woman that she is, Josephine lacks muscle. This leads her to be overpowered rather easily if her opponent gets the upper hand.

Swimming- Not only can Josephine barely keep her head above water, the woman is terrified of deep bodies of water. She also does not like to set foot in water that she cannot see the bottom of. She would much rather know that when she takes a step that there will be a river bed there instead of a drop off.

Drinking- A borderline alcoholic. A nasty habit, but one that doesn't necessarily seem to have a negative effect upon her. Perhaps that's because she never stops drinking? Or that her tolerance has simply risen so high that it matters not what she does. At least, not until she has a reason to balance across a beam or something of the sort.

Affiliations:

Orphaned. Never officially adopted.

Dorothy Abernathy ~ Mother Figure ~ Alive

Benard Abernathy ~ Father Figure ~ Deceased

The Abernathy's ran a local saloon while Josephine was coming up. While they were never able to adopt her, they took care of her and eventually gave her a job as a barmaid until she moved on in life.

Ezra Jameston ~ Ex-Lover ~ Unknown

Ezra was the first and only man that Josephine ever loved. He was an outlaw who totally captivated her and brought her along on all of his adventures. Things were fine until he up and left one day without a trace. No amount of searching or following ever yielded any results, and it is safe to say that Josephine went off the deep end after his disappearance. She doesn't talk about it, but she still searches for him to that day.

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Horse:

Darcy, an eight year old quarter horse mare. She is ornery and has became even more so the older that she gets. She has the prettiest red roan coat, nearly appearing more white than red. Her mane and tail are long and wavy and are red in color side from the white streaks in the top of her tail. Her eyes are a dark, dead sort of black. Bottomless pits, Josephine always says.

Despite the thoughtless looks behind those eyes, Darcy has a mind of her own. She's a good horse and listens for the most part, but in the face of danger she is a coward. She will bolt in a heart beat with her one goal being to dump her rider, whether it be by running them into low hanging limbs or by bucking. For what ever reason, Josephine chooses to keep the crazy mare rather than buying a horse who doesn't try to kill her when the wind blows wrong.

Rays of the sun found its way through the leaves of the forest, a clearing basking in the golden light of the evening sun. Peeking into the clearing, it was quite a peaceful sight, a makeshift camp and its quiet inhabitants all going about their own business as the sound of slowly dying bird song could be heard in the forest.

Around the campfire sat a group of outlaws, some nodding off as others cleaned their weapons. Not far away from there stood the camp cook, finishing up with dinner while some other gang members waited hungrily for it, playing cards at a table as they tried to pass the time. On the outside the camp looked calm, peaceful, but that was far from the truth. Wolcott’s Hellions as they were called, were far from at peace, they were in the middle of a war and currently, they were sitting patiently and waiting for their next move and despite their calm and quiet demeanor, everyone was on edge. They knew that their rivals were strong and they had to be tactical about their next move if they were to avoid more useless blood shed.

The last few days had just been quiet waiting as the most trusted and experienced members had been discussing with the leader regarding a plan for their next move while staying alert incase of an attack. The tension had been growing lately though. Everyone was nervous and looking over their shoulders, people sleeping in shifts and the border of their temporary camp always watched by guards.

In an instant the silence was broken though as the birds, who just moments earlier had been singing their beautiful song, took off, scattering while avoiding the tree branches as they frantically tried to escape. The sound of hooves beating against the ground could be heard between the trees and it didn't take more than a few seconds for the guards to draw their weapons and signal for the other members who were quick to get behind cover.

It wasn't long before the horse responsible for the sound came in view though, his pearly coat glowing like gold in the sun as he came to a stop in front of the guards, nostrils flared and eyes wide open as he stood up on two legs when one of the outlaws made a move to grab his reins.

As the stallion came down, he pinned his ears towards the man closest to him before trotting over to where the other horses stood, going for some of the hay that laid spread on the ground.

Once peace fell over the wild horse, so did the camp, people calming down and starting to crack jokes as they waited for the arrival of the horse's rider. It was not an uncommon sight for the cremello to come running back to camp without a rider. Everyone was just relieved that no one was attacking them and while there were some words of worry regarding the state of the horse’s rider, they all knew he'd be back shortly.

Sure enough, it was only a few minutes later, once everyone had gone back to their previous duties and the quiet bird song once again filled the clearing, that a young man came limping through the forest, platinum locks hanging down his face and dirt staining his clothes. The other gang members were quick to start making jokes as the young man entered the camp, the man’s misery bringing them all together for a moment of laughter and fun, allowing them to forget about the war, even if it was just briefly.
“Elliot Dunn! Get over here right now!” A stern voice rang through the camp, loud enough to quiet the other gang members down, and the man lifted his gaze, looking at the older woman to whom the voice belonged before limping over to the table where she stood.

“I’ve been tellin’ ya, that horse will kill ya one day. I already patched ya up twice this week. Take yer shirt off now so I can see what the beast managed to cause this time around,” she muttered while pushing the man down onto a chair.

“I’m sorry Elisa, but you know I like that hothead,” the man said with a sheepish grin on his face as he started unbuttoning his shirt for the woman to be able to look at his new injuries.

“It’s Mrs. Reed to ya until ya stop falling off that damn horse, and I don't care if ya like em or not, that thing is a lunatic” the woman muttered as she pushed a harsh finger against a bruise from earlier the week, making the man squirm slightly.

“Apologies ma'am,” Eli answered while fishing a cigarette and a lighter from out his pocket and lighting it as he leaned forward, sitting still as the older woman inspected the fresh scratches and bruises on his body before starting to clean them.

After a moment more of scolding and having his injuries tended to, Elliott rose from the chair, thanking the woman who simply told him to go wash up and get some rest. Elisabeth Reed was a stern woman but she had a heart of gold, no matter what she said, she did it out of love for the people around her. The older woman was no longer the once talented and daring gunslinger she’d once been, but she was definitely like a mother figure to the people around the camp, whether you liked it or not, and no one dared to cross her, although Elliot seemed to be treading on the line very close to it at time.

Throwing his shirt over his shoulder, Eli limped over towards the horses, ignoring Elisabeth’s words and going towards the stallion that had tossed him to the ground earlier, all because of a leaf that had fallen down in front of them. The horse was now calmly munching on his hay as Eli slowly approached him. Once by his side and reaching to undo the girth, the horse pinned its ears and quickly lifted his head, snapping after the man who moved out of the way just at the right moment, being used to the hostility of the horse by now.

After having untacked the horse, the blond grabbed an apple from his saddle bag, handing it to the horse while carefully watching his fingers, “Oh Soleil, what am I to do with you?” He asked while petting the horse on the neck, to which the horse, in character, pinned its ears at, to which the young man responded with a chuckle. Once sure his horse was okay, Eli started walking away towards the tent where he had his bed. He knew Elisabeth would scold him for not washing up but he didn't care, right now he just wanted to rest so with a soft thud, he fell onto his bed and laid back, it was still going to be a bit longer until dinner was served and he intended to take that time to catch a few moments of shut eye.