queen. said:

⊂ B u c k - C o l e m a n ⊃

"Let me go..."

Name:
Buck Coleman

Nickname:
Bucky - As most call him. He does prefer to just be called Buck, though he doesn't mind this one.

Hotshot - A childhood nickname. This stuck around because of his hunting habits, and he was always quick with a trigger.

Age:
34

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
German

Race/Ethnicity:
White/German

Rank:
Recruit

Desired Rank:
He believes he'd make a decent fit for second-in-command, but whatever happens, happens.

Previous Occupation:
Hunter

He made just enough money to get buy, but because Buck was rarely ever home, it didn't matter too much. Regardless, it was worth his time and he enjoyed it.

Appearance:
Image by 252380


Buck stands at six foot evenly with a rather stout and broad build. He has an obvious fit build - large arms, broad shoulders, a slim-ish stomach, and some decent looking legs. Buck has very tan skin with some more orange-ish undertones, and has plenty of scars scattered throughout his body. Mainly they are along his arms and legs, though there are three along his back that start around his left shoulderblade and go down to his right hip. This was from a bear attack, and he always says "you should see the other guy" without showing that. Ironic, right?

Buck has a square-shaped head that is a bit elongated. He has a defined jawline, and along his face are plenty of small scars that have either really stupid stories or really ironic ones. See, his luck isn't that good. Anyways, Buck possesses bright, oceanic blue eyes that are literally his window to his own depressing soul. He has light eyebrows, and are rather thin and slightly faint, though still lurk above his heavenly eyes. Buck's nose is wide and comes straight down from his forehead, a slight bump in the middle, and downturns slightly at the end. It is slightly crooked due to him breaking it a few times, which again - stupid stories.

Buck's hair is almost as bright as the sun, with hints of brown in it. Or as some would simply say - dirty brown. His hair lies messily down the middle, slightly framing his slim and structured face, and barely goes past his ears.

Outfit/Accessories:
Buck's attire is your average 'cowboy' look. He wears a black button-up shirt with a black vest on top, in which is made of a strong leather, and has red accents along the edges and such. He also wears black denim pants and worn boots, which are slowly crumbling away like his life. Buck has little to no care for what else he wears, to be honest.

But he does wear a... you guessed it! A black hat. As simple as that. It is also worn and dirty, some parts of it are missing along the brim.

Mount/Horse:
A horse name Dog. I know, but there's a reason for this. He's a thoroughbred.

Weapons:
Buck was never really a weapons man, which is ironic considering his previous occupation. Whatever. He dwells a large hunting knife, for well, hunting, and a revolver of sorts. He knows how to use just about any gun, so his weapons may eventually vary.

Personality:
Buck is... pessimistic. He finds the bad in everything rather than the good, and has a general negative out-view on just about anything you give him. He's never been any different - even from a young age. From the mother his tasks used to give him, to the days he became a man. Buck has never been any different, and he probably never will be. He's definitely not your guy to ask for advice, even if he has knowledge on a certain thing or even if he knows what you're talking about. Buck is not one you can just approach and talk to. He's bound to push you away.

Ah, yes. Depressed. This is one easy way to describe Buck. And it's not like some sort of teenager thing - no - it's rather sad, genuinely, and realistically, it has made Buck come close from not being around in this world anymore. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, he goes off on his own a lot of the time, or he stays in his bed for as long as possible. His motivation is shit, which also means his work-ethic is ass well. Some may say it's PTSD, but regardless, he's depressed either way.

If you couldn't tell already, Buck is joyless. His eyes don't show a bright light anymore. Instead, they're dull, and his soul is just as dull. You will never see this man smile. You will never see this man laugh. And even if you do, it's probably because he's fighting his inner demons that lurk inside of him, waiting for any moment to strike at their opponent. However, Buck still has yet to find another light in his life, so maybe, just maybe, this'll change.

Buck is just as traumatized as he is joyless. Perhaps this is the reason. Buck has done and seen plenty of things that no person should ever have to do. It disgusts him, to be honest. He's killed in cold blood, he's seen people beat to death in front of him, his father was abusive, his mother was helpless, and Buck has had more blood on his hands than you could imagine. His trauma is not to be joked about, and if he ever sees someone in his position, or a position he has been in, damn right he's going to help them.

Now, to most of everyone's surprise, Buck can be quite brutal. And not in the way that you would expect - though killing counts too. Buck is just brutal as in the way he does things. Aggressively. He doesn't stop doing something. He's stubborn, and even if he knows he should stop, he doesn't. He's like an addict - there's truly no way of stopping him.

That makes him quite merciless. He will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants, and in the back of his mind, he knows that he may or may not be doing the wrong thing. Buck can become quite preoccupied with these things, therefore your best bet would be to just simply leave him alone and let him figure it out for himself.

However, if it weren't obvious, Buck is pretty lonely. His love life is disappointing, he barely talks to anyone, and he normally pushes people away. Why? Because nobody wants to deal with a traumatized, quiet, semi-odd man who has little moral lines left anymore. That's just not something Buck would want to push on to others, but if someone is persistent enough, he might soften up a little bit. This world has taught him things that caused him to be like this, so his shell is extremely difficult to crack.

On top of that, Buck is quite troubled. Not just with his mental state or how he does things, but in practically every sense of the word. He doesn't know what to do anymore. He doesn't know if he should even be alive. He doesn't know why he's still here. He questions himself at every living and breathing moment, and he waits for something to just jump out at him and give him a sign, but clearly, that hasn't happened.

Buck is fragile. Believe it or not. He's as fragile as mirror - he can be shattered so easily. This is why he doesn't let anyone in. If someone sees how vulnerable he really is underneath this difficult and maze-like shell, then they'll see him for who he really is - a broken man. He's easily upset, angered, and tries his best to just get by without having any sort of attachments to anyone.

When Buck comes across someone or something he likes, he'll protect it. He'll stand up for you, maybe even trying to engage in a conversation, even though his social skills are the worst possible. If you do see him open up more, than you're on the right track. All he asks for is that you do not lie to him, betray him, stab him in the back, or do something that you know would put what you have at stake. It may seem like a lot, but Buck doesn't think it is because he can so easily give up himself for others.

Lastly, Buck is caring. Not of himself, but to others. He does, and can, put others before him and has no issue really doing so. Buck has no true reason to not care about someone unless they do decide to fuck him over, which, that being said, he doesn't give second chances either. So yeah, this complex man is one that does give a damn in some cases, so best you not take that for granted.

Affiliations:
TBD during discussion or in PMs

Family:
Father -- Deceased. If it wasn't the alcohol that took him, it was probably the barrel of a gun.

Mother - Deceased. Father killed her. Nobody believed Buck when he said this.

Brother -- Alive. Unknown whereabouts, and Buck could care less what this man does. He'd be roughly 29.

Sexuality:
Demisexual Heterosexual Monogamous

Significant Other:
He had one. She's gone now.

Crush:
None. Waste of time in his opinion.

Children:
None.

Pets:
Perhaps he'll get a companion later.

Backstory:
I would love to put one here, but this man is the biggest work in progress I've ever had on my hands, so it'll be linked(?) here eventually. Or never. Hmm.

Other:
He hates mangoes.

⊂ D o g ⊃

Name:
Dog

Age:
12

Gender:
Gelding

Breed:
Thoroughbred

Owner:
Buck Coleman

Apperance:
He stands at 14.5 hands hight with you average build. He is simply black.

Image by shi-stock on DA



Personality:
Dog is a loyal being. Respectful, and honest, even though the damn thing can't converse with you. Dog has a big heart for such an animal, and is a great companion. He can get a little riled up if in danger or senses it, and will for sure let you know. He's rather sweet and gentle.

Other:
Buck has had him for the majority of his life, capturing him when he was around three. The reasoning behind his name is because of Buck's wife, now deceased. She always wanted a dog, but Buck could never get one, so in her memory, he named his mount that - Dog. It's a small reminder for the joys he once had.

Covidic Coffee said:

Nyx

"I am 97% sure you don't like me, but I'm 100% sure I don't care."

Name:

Nyx

Nickname:

N/A

Age:

18

Gender:

Female || Young Woman

Nationality:

English

Rank:

Recruit

Desired Rank:

Co-Leader

Previous Occupation:

Low-life. Abandonded at a young age, always stealing whatever scraps she could grab ahold of. That changed at the age of 16, where she found a fondness for firearms. She became a popular alley rat.

Appearance:

Standing at 5'6ft tall, and weighing around 120lbs or so, this young woman is a wonderous specimen. Its quite odd how she can keep herself so clean for who she is, but its a miracle she does.

The color of the women's skin is beautifully light-tanned skin but very resistent to sunburns. Her skin is untouched by scars, and the sort, and she doesn't even have a freckle or a mole to show. Her skin is almost flawless, but not everyone can be flawless, now can they? Nyx's figure is soft, not to defined, but defined enough to get some lookers. Her figure is what you may call an "hourglass" figure. Her hair is a dark brunette, whether wet or dry, it is always the same color, and you would think it would be nearly black when wet but no. It can run halfway down her back, somedays oddly, it runs farther, but she keeps it up, tied up in a pony-tail. She rarely lets it down. Besides everthing else, she has unique eye colors, heterochromia. Some are afraid of them, others are fascinated, however those who are fascinated always seem to be creepy about it. What makes her eyes so special? One, the certain colors. Two, the fact they are even different in the first place. Her right eye, is a dark blue, while her left eye is a neon-like yellow, sometimes she wonders if it glows in the sunlight.

Outfit/Accessories:

Being a theif half of your life gives you some perks, especially for fashion. She wears black riding boots, equipped with removable spurs on the back. They are quite bland, besides all the damage to teh bottom, obviously showing they have been through alot. But thats the fascination of it. Being worn down, whether good or bad, shows you have gone through things, but you haven't stopped walking. Unlike other women, Nyx doesn't wear a petty dress, or skirt, no. She wears men's pants, usually black leather, or dark colored fabric. Her topwear, she wears a white undershirt, a black-laced vest, and a black tail-coat. Around her throat, a solid black bandana drapes across her collarbone, loose most of the time, but when used, it becomes xtremley tight. She also likes to use black riding gloves, but she doesn't know how she feels about them for daily life just yet.

Mount/Horse:

Bishop || Horse

Weapons:

Gunbelt - Around her waist, a dirty black leather belt wraps tightly around her hips, able to hold two firearms, and knives.

Firearms - Two pistols are holstered within the belt, while a 20 guage shotgun is swung over her shoulder on a leather rope.

Knives - Oh doesn't she love her knives... the knives are stored into slits on her belt, 5-7 are shown, but more are hidden within her coat as if she were a magician. Which, she isn't, she just likes the feeling of a deadly weapon hidden within her coat.

Personality:

Nyx is a- well... special woman-

Basics:

Firm || Intimidating || Aggressive || Quick-Minded || Stern || Not very Cooperative || Attitude Issue || Upstander || Simply Doesn't Care

First off. Word of the wise. Please, please, do not antagonize this woman. Yes, she is 18, still a teenager, but please, just do not. She doesn't mess around, she gets right down to buisness. She attacks with no thought, no remorse, no guilt. None of that matters to her, not really. If your doing one of these things; attacking/harming a loved one, antagonizing her, making fun of her. Your a goner for sure. You see, she is protective over the few things she cares about, and she holds them close, and will protect them to any cost even if it means sacrificing her own life. Maybe. Depending on the person. Anywho. Nyx is an overall over protective, aggressive woman, so please, just for your own sake, don't temp her.

Not. Loyal. To. Strangers. Get this through your head before you tell her to do something. She may lie, and 'do' what you told her to do, but in all reality, she is secretly stabbing you in the back with no warning, stabbing you slowly, watching you burn in pain and agony. She will never do what youw ant her to do unless its in dire circumstances. Say, if her sibling or loved one has a knife to their throat and she couldn't get to them in time to strike, so then, maybe, she'd do what you want. Again, depending on how much she loves that person. But if you have no leverage to bribe/blackmail her with, you will surely be tricked into your own trap. Thats just how she is. Don't take it tooo personally.

(Got a tad lazy, look at basics of her basic personality)

Affiliations:

PM me

Family:

Father: Unknown (Deceased)
Mother: Isabella (Deceased)
Twin: Dakota

Sexuality:

Heterosexual || Straight

Significant Other:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Children:

N/A

Pets:

Ranger - Dog DS (Dutch Shepherd)
Bishop - Horse AQH (American Quarter Horse)

Other:

Ew. Mangos.

Bishop

Name:

Bishop

Age:

8 Years 2 Months

Gender:

Male || Stallion

Breed:

AQH || American Quarter Horse

Owner:

Nyx

Apperance:

TigressStocks @ DA || TigressStocks@DA

Standing at 16.5hh, weighing 1,152lbs, Bishop is an average sized stallion of his particular breed. His body figure is very defined, in the sense that most every muscle in his body is visible. Including his haunches, shoulders, chest, and neck. He is a rather bulky, but can still manuever as well as a small, lean horse. His hooves are a midnight black, but unfortunately, are always coated in either dirt, or mud, making his hooves more brown then anything.

Bishop's coat is one of the top reasons why he is so attractive. He has buckskin-colored splotches around his body, mainly surrounding his barrel, chest, and head. Around his entire body, it is coated with a white blanket, covering up any other color that may reside within his color genes. Along with his coat color, his mane and tail are just beautiful. They are not to die for, but he takes pride in his beauty. His mane is white, all along his neck but as it nears his poll, it turns into an obsidian black. His tail however, is white halfway on top, but underneath the way, is black that creaps downwards, expressing itself halfway, blanketing the rest. And finally, his eyes. He has two Dark Hazel eyes.

Gaits for horses always depend on the horse, whether choppy or smooth, all depends on the horse. Bishop, has a nice, smooth trot, and canter. His gallop however- he is a rather bulky horse, and needs a little more power then most to get himself going. Lets just say.. its not smooth- it sounds and looks like a demonic creature is running staright at you, wanting to kill you. His hooves are not big, but always manage to make a thundering noise when he goes into full gallop.

Personality

Aggressive, and trusts no one but his owner and her beloved sister. He belongs to no one but her, and is loyal, and honest working for her and only her. Dare to harm her, and you will feel the wrath of his hooves.

Other:

What the hell is a mango.

Ranger

Name:

Ranger

Age:

5 Years Old

Appearance:

Credits: Lakela @ DA || Lakela@DA

Weighing nearly 70lbs, reaching almost 28inches tall, this odd Dutch Shepherd has one of the more beautiful coats of the breed. The breed consists of a few different colors, but hers is a particular dark brown with black brindle stripes. She is on the darker side of the color scale, almost barely visible on the darkest of nights. Her coat is actually useful in the wild, she can blend in with nature during late fall, early spring. Unfortunately, she sticks out in Winter and Summer. But otherwise, she blends in quite well, and uses that advantage very wisely.

Having a short-haired coat year round can be difficult, but it does have some bright sides. It never matts, it is easy to clean, easy to manage, and, short-haired coats looks gorgeous just in general.

The eyes of a true wild beast are the most exotic, it has been said if you stare into a wild beasts eyes, you can almost see their future. HA nope. Not Zaphora. Her eyes are a dull auburn, a firey-like color in bright sunshine, dull in the darkness. Her eyes are not special or unique, but when she is having strong emotion.. her eyes tend to stare into your soul, finding a way to rip your soul out without you knowing.

Dakota

Name:

Dakota

Age:

18

Gender:

Female || Young Woman

Nationality:

English

Rank:

Recruit

Desired Rank:

Eh

Previous Occupation:

Keeping Nyx in check. Wait, she is still doing that.

Appearance:

Standing at 5'6ft tall, and weighing around 115lbs or so, this young woman is a quite the gal.

This woman's skin is a apalling ivory, small freckles reside just above her waist-line, barely visible. She doesn't have any scars, or visible victories embedded within her skin, but she surely has the past for it. It shows in her eyes, you can tell her emotions right off the bat when you glance into her eyes. How? Its just.. its just that look she gives, some suppose. Her figure is defined lovely, graced with an hourglass figure. She doesn't care much about looks, however she does indeed take care of herself. Personal hygiene is a thing guys. Her hair dangles halfway down her back when let loose, colored with Dark Brunnete strands of soft hair, Dakota has dark hair, sometimes people can't tell the difference between her hair and the darkness within woods of dark oak trees. Her eyes.. her eyes are heterochromia, her right eye is a glowing yellow-like color, while her left eye is a dark blue, like the clean waters of the ocean almost.

Outfit/Accessories:

Having a sibling theif half of your life gives you some perks, especially for fashion. She wears black riding boots, equipped with removable spurs on the back. They are quite bland, besides all the damage to teh bottom, obviously showing they have been through alot. But thats the fascination of it. Being worn down, whether good or bad, shows you have gone through things, but you haven't stopped walking. Unlike other women, Dakota doesn't wear a petty dress, or skirt, she doesn't like them much. They make her feel vulnerable and weird. So, she wears men's pants, usually black leather, or dark colored fabric. Her topwear, she wears a white undershirt, a black-laced vest, and a black tail-coat. Around her throat, a solid black bandana drapes across her collarbone, loose most of the time, but when used, it becomes xtremley tight. She also likes to use black riding gloves, but she doesn't know how she feels about them for daily life just yet.

Just like her sister. See? Twins.

Mount/Horse:

Arizona || Horse

Weapons:

Gunbelt - Around her waist, a black leather belt wraps tightly around her hips, able to hold two firearms, and knives.

Firearms - One pistol, one little shotgun, are holstered within the belt, while a rifle is swung over her shoulder on a leather rope.

Knives - Oh doesn't she love her knives, no, thats her sister, she just carries them for her and uses them ocne in a while... the knives are stored into slits on her belt, 5-7 are shown, but more are hidden within her coat as if she were a magician. Which, she isn't, she just likes the feeling of a deadly weapon hidden within her coat.

Personality:

Basics
Firm || Stern || Aggressive || Smart Ass || Sharp Tongue || Upstander || Scarcastic || Loyal to Few || Mindful || Persistent

Dakota seems like the ideal model, but in no way she is.

This world isn't fair, this world isn't giving, this world is simply.. a shithole. So, why not turn that frown upside down and make the best of what you got? That is how our dear Dakota thinks. If people thinks its ok and think they can just push her to the side like nothing, they are incredibly incorrect. She is a fighter, and will defend herself against most everything. Cough cough not Nyx cough cough. She fights for the greater good, you may think, but no, she fights for herself and her close beloveds, not for the world. She fights against it. All of it. And if she is going to fight against the world, might as well be equipped with the following: Attitude, aggression, bad ass clothes, and some humourus jokes.

Only becomes clingly, defensive, and loyal when with her close family, she sometimes does it on purpose, other times, its just instinct by now. Dakota has been so close to so few her entire life, she cherishes the few she has, and loves them until the very end. She doesn't care if it annoys anyone, as long as she is there with her family, and everyones happy, its all good. Perfectly good.

Affiliations:

PM me

Family:

Father: Unknown (Deceased)
Mother: Isabella (Deceased)
Twin: Nyx

Sexuality:

Heterosexual || Straight

Significant Other:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Children:

N/A

Pets:

Arizona - Horse AQH (American Quarter Horse)

Other:

Yum! Mangos!

Arizona

Name:

Arizona

Age:

6 Years Old

Gender:

Female || Mare

Breed:

AQH || American Quarter Horse

Owner:

Dakota

Apperance:

Valarian-Warrior @ DA || Valarian-Warrior@DA

Standing at 16.2 hh, this vibrant mare may look small from afar, but up-close, she is a beast.

Color of fall leaves, and the red trees of a Redwood forest, Arizona's appearance is absolutely striking to few. No matter who says what, she will always take pride in her coat, and she most certainly expresses it. Holding her head high, and walking with a prance, Arizona shows off her coat to the world, even the sun can barely peer down at her coat. The suns rays reflect off of her coat (only when she is wet) and it is almost impossible to see this darling mare. Her white color variation, also known as "Paint." It covers her entire lower abdomen, left inside hind leg, the left side of her neck, legs, and her face. The right side of her body is entirely chestnut, besides her lower abdomen, legs, and face.

Her eyes are indeed a rare color, a gorgeous Blue. This happens due to lack of pigment, etc, etc. But the fact she has blue eyes at all, Arizona looks fantastic.

The color in her mane and tail remain the same as her base coat, yet a few shades lighter. Her hooves a light yellow with a few streaks of black and white.

Personality

Arizona is loyal to her owner, no body else, sometimes Nyx, but she had her own damn horse. She can shoo.

Other:

Mango.. mango... what?

Caramel Calamity said:

Name: Kinger
Age: four years
Gender: female
Breed: thoroughbred
Owner: none as of yet
Apperance: chestnut thoroughbred

personality: sweet and loving mare, who will follow her master/mistress and obey their every whim

other: she gets nervous around dogs, especially when they move in or out of her vision suddenly.