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It is mid 1800s and you are an outlaw in a gang of misfits. Some are cold blooded murderers, some are horse thieves, some are just simply searching for a place where they are free to do as they please. Life is peaceful until bounty hunters discover the location where the gang resides, forcing everyone to flee or be sentenced to a humiliating death of hanging. Will the gang be able to escape together, or will they be broken up or captured? Links Discussion- to be made Roleplay- to be made Info Your character may be between the ages of 18-45. You will be allowed to have equipment and a horse of your choosing, but please keep these things realistic to the timeline. Romance is most certainly allowed, but do be mindful of character ages. Horses will not be main characters, but rather a side character played by you. The leader and second in command are there to keep things in check and reassure the gang whenever times get rough. Equipment is things such as guns, knives, lassoes, etc. Images are allowed to be used to describe only your horse. Rules I. LGBTQ+ is allowed and welcomed II. No overpowered characters III. Keep things realistic to the timeline IV. Please respond with at least a decent paragraph each time V. PM me the word soup VI. Run any major plot twists by me first VII. Have decent grammar and spelling VII. Keep personal drama out of this IX. Follow all WP rules X. Credit images if used XI. Please be literate Roles Leader- open Second in command- Lucienne Greer, Tenebris Umbra Gang member- Beatrice Lorince, Blissful Gang member- Sabyl Chaney, Salt Shaker Gang member- Buck Coleman, queen. Gang member- Charlotte Doyle, Dewgrass Pack Gang member- Sameen Jones, Firefox Gang member- open Sign up sheet Pack Name: Pack Number: Character Name: Age: Gender: Sexuality: Role: Appearance: Personality: Strengths: Weaknesses: Equipment: Horse: Other: Edited at June 16, 2022 03:58 PM by Blissful
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Pack Name Blissful Pack Number 285316 Character Name Beatrice Lorince Nickname Bea Age 25 Gender Female Sexuality Lesbian Role Gang Member Appearance Bea is a bit tall for a woman, standing at around 5'6. She has a lean and slightly muscular build that is littered with scars, though the most visible is on her face. It is a claw mark going over the bridge of her nose, obtained by a cougar when she was in her teens. She has a fair complexion with freckles on her cheeks, and the bridge of her nose. She also has freckles on the rest of her body, with the most being on her back. Bea has wavy brunette hair that falls to the end of her shoulderblades, and when the sun hits it, you can see the lighter coloured highlights streaked throughout. Her eyes are a pale green, flecked with light brown. She has a slightly upturned nose and eyes that almost appear to be cat-like, paired with full lips. Bea has a small gap in between her two front teeth, causing her to have a slight lisp. For attire, she wears a black collared shirt that tucks into her pants. Around her neck, she has a crimson red bow tie made for women, it's useful in the event of a wound that needs to be wrapped . For pants, she wears dark grey, almost black saddle pants or jeans, along with black boots with an intricate floral design. Her hat is a black cattleman with a crow skull and a few feathers tied to the brim. Personality Bea is a very calm and level headed person. She always thinks before she acts and never seems to lose her cool. She has a tendency to put others before herself, though she doesn't seem to realize it. Often times she can be very forgetful and a bit of an airhead, but she makes up for it with her logical thinking. She is a bit of an awkward person, and doesn't exactly like to interact with others unless she likes them. Bea gets very attached to people and animals, and is extremely protective and possessive over them. If someone hurts whoever she is attached to, she will go out of her way to get a nasty revenge on that person. She enjoys company, but needs alone time every once in awhile or she'll lose her mind. One of her favorite things to do is go birdwatching, and she will often invite someone to go along with her. Bea is not a person to cross, because once you do, she will forever hold a grudge and seek revenge on you. She will wait until the perfect time to do so, no matter how long it takes. Though, despite that, she is mostly a very motherly person, always making sure everyone in the gang is fed and cared for. Strengths - Excellent hunter and tracker - Great with horses - Good with guns and bows - Quick on her feet - Quick thinking - Knows herbs and how to make things with them Weaknesses - Plagued with guilt when she kills a person - Too soft with animals, especially her horse - Gets attached easily - Easily distracted - Holds extreme grudges - Always seeks revenge Equipment - Lasso - Repeater - Rifle - Bow - Knife made from bone - Lantern - Pocket watch - Gloves lined with wool - Sheepskin coat lined with wool Horse Bea owns a cross between a Clydesdale and an Appaloosa. His name is Floris and he stands at 16.1 hands high. He is dusty brown in color and has a white blanket on his hind end, white socks, and a jagged white blaze on his face. He has white spots leading further up his body, fading out as they reach his neck. Edited at June 15, 2022 10:10 PM by Blissful
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Pack Name: Dewgrass Pack
Pack Number: 223193 Character Name: Charlotte Doyle
Age: 20 years old
Gender: What?!! She's a lady, duh! Sexuality: Uuuuuuh... Role: Gang member Appearance: Copper blond hair, round face and big blue eyes. She's named like a lady and sure looks like one, but don't let her name fool you: she's a farm girl alright and it's "Charlie". Her greatest joy was being outside with the workers and her best friends, for her mother's joy, and her body shows it, lean, not too tall and kissed by the sun despite her cowboy hat. She wears dark brown trousers, boots and a clear shirt on the sandy side covered with a leather waistcoat and, of course, a belt for her trusty whip and ammo for her gun. Well, not really "her" gun, but she knows how to use it. When it gets cold she will cover it with an old leather jacket and a ragtag scarf enough to give some color to the whole gang; and it's not even close to what it was once... The motives aren't like today's fashion, they are geometric; it almost looks like it was cut off something bigger. Personality: A kid at heart, but not a fool in the slightest. Her mother gave up long ago on educating her but she could tell herbs apart blindfolded. She's your bubbly little girl, learning just recently not to speak to any stranger she meets, even though she has her own way of endearing herself to most people, which helps if you need to get out of harm's way. If she can, she will do anything for you; she loves to have something to work on and gets bored easily, especially if she doesn't get to be with her best bud.
But mind you again, she's not a dummy; she learnt very well to react to danger and her methods are honed to perfection... unless it is crochet. Ugh! Also, her best bud is a horse. Raised him since he was a lil' colt and who cares if he's older than her, now. If she had to choose who to trust, she would pick him even over the leaders; animals are smarter anyway. Also, don't touch him, or other horses, or someone who clearly can't defend themselves. She also gets angry very easily, once she gets started. Strengths: Decent aim (way better with her whip, though)
Not a weakling. She's well built and never got a cold in her life Survival skills. She moves like a cat and strikes like an eagle. She had a good mentor. She grew up with animals. She could ride Lucky skin to skin, but she needs the storage space Unmoving optimism and happiness Wish to learn and a deep respect for the greatest teacher: mother nature
Weaknesses: Naive! May lack empathy, but never on purpose
The stamina!!! And she's only strong for a young lady her age
Also, she doesn't exactly have filters Hates being belittled and doesn't know how to react
Lady arts? No thanks She's been spending more and more time with her horse, lately, and doesn't really seem to mind She's a lady wearing trousers, and she's not exactly stealthy outside of hunts... KEEP THAT DRESS AWAY FROM ME! She's never been in a gun duel or with a gun pointed at her for that matter. She doesn't know if she'll have the nerves to endure it. Equipment: Whip, a good two to three meters of hard leather
Hunting rifle plus 40 ammo (she has her own box in the shared stash, but had been trying making them in cork. Didn't work so well) Hatchet, tied to the saddle Fire starter rolled in leather, secret recipe, sticky Hunting knife and a very worn sheath; don't even try, she won't let you see it. Her wintercoat A lil' round mirror Couple rounds of rope in case she needs more than her whip A bow. She never uses it, tho. She needs a gun, dreaming of her own repeater Horse: Her parents had tried breeding Thoroughbred horses in their farm, but one day pa accidentally shot a mustang mare. She was with foal. They saved him just in time, hence Lucky Star, from the teenie tiny diamond in the middle of his forehead. He's black and white, though, so why that and not all the other white patches on him is a mistery.
Charlie and Cochise stayed with him all day and he took to her, as a lil' one and as her now hulking big brother. They slept together, grew together, ran together. Now he's all she's got. Other: (I might not be always punctual. Would that be a problem?) Edited at June 15, 2022 01:04 PM by Dewgrass Pack
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Dewgrass Pack said: Pack Name: Dewgrass Pack
Pack Number: 223193 Character Name: Charlotte Doyle
Age: 20 years old
Gender: What?!! She's a lady, duh! Sexuality: Uuuuuuh... Role: Gang member Appearance: Copper blond hair, round face and big blue eyes. She's named like a lady and sure looks like one, but don't let her name fool you: she's a farm girl alright and it's "Charlie". Her greatest joy was being outside with the workers and her best friends, for her mother's joy, and her body shows it, lean, not too tall and kissed by the sun despite her cowboy hat. She wears dark brown trousers, boots and a clear shirt on the sandy side covered with a leather waistcoat and, of course, a belt for her trusty whip and ammo for her gun. Well, not really "her" gun, but she knows how to use it. When it gets cold she will cover it with an old leather jacket and a ragtag scarf enough to give some color to the whole gang; and it's not even close to what it was once... The motives aren't like today's fashion, they are geometric; it almost looks like it was cut off something bigger. Personality: A kid at heart, but not a fool in the slightest. Her mother gave up long ago on educating her but she could tell herbs apart blindfolded. She's your bubbly little girl, learning just recently not to speak to any stranger she meets, even though she has her own way of endearing herself to most people, which helps if you need to get out of harm's way. If she can, she will do anything for you; she loves having something to work on and gets bored easily, especially if she doesn't get to be with her best bud.
But mind you again, she's not a dummy; she learnt very well to react to danger and her methods are honed to perfection... unless it is crochet. Ugh! Also, her best bud is a horse. Raised him since he was a lil' colt and who cares if he's older than her, now. If she had to choose who to trust, she would pick him even over the leaders; animals are smarter anyway. Also, don't touch him, or other horses, or someone who clearly can't defend themselves. She also gets angry very easily, once she gets started. Strengths: Decent aim (way better with her whip, though)
Survival skills. She moves like a cat and strikes like an eagle. She had a good mentor. Unmoving optimism and happiness Wish to learn Weaknesses: Naive! May lack empathy, but never on purpose
The stamina!!! Also, she doesn't exactly have filters Lady arts? No thanks Hates being belittled She's been spending more and more time with her horse, lately, and doesn't really seem to mind KEEP THAT DRESS AWAY FROM ME! She's never been in a gun duel or with a gun pointed at her for that matter. She doesn't know if she'll have the nerve to endure it. Equipment: Whip Hunting gun, 40 ammo (she has her own box in the shared stash, but had been trying making them in cork) Hunting knife and a very worn sheath; don't even try, she won't let you see it. A bow. She never uses it, tho. Horse: Her parents had tried breeding Thoroughbred horses in their farm, but one day pa accidentally shot a mustang mare. She was with foal. They saved him just in time, hence Lucky Star, from the white square dot in the middle of his solid greyish forehead. Great for hiding but he's doomed to being called "Pebble" instead of his original name. Charlie and Cochise stayed with him all day and he took to her, as a lil' one and as her now hulking big brother. They slept together, grew together, ran together. Now he's all she's got. Other: (I might not be always punctual. Would that be a problem?)
she'll be accepted once you reread the rules, there's something you missed. and no, thats not a problem :)
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pack Name: Firefox Pack number: 286342 Name: Sameen .F. Jones. Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Rank: Gang Member Appearance: Height: 5'7 Weight: 167 lbs Build: Mesomorph (Athletic, solid, and strong. Not overweight but also not underweight. Can both gain and lose weight without that much effort.) Hair: Sameen's is completely straight, that is unless she takes it out of the usual braid she has it up in. There is one part of her hair that's shorter than the rest, but not short enough, as it covers her entire left eye when she doesn't pull that part back. Her hair is a light blonde with a lot of darker blonde highlights. Eyes: A fierce dark green. Her eyes always give off a fierce look, making her look always ready for a fight. She is always aware of whatever is going around her. And will readily have a staring contest with anyone who looks at her funny. Nose: medium sized and pointed, again adding to her fierce look. Face shape: round Chin shape: round, but a little pointed. Expression: Sameen always looks fierce, even when she's not. She tries to hide her emotions by putting on a tough face. And likely nobody will ever know what she is really feeling. Skin: white and tanned from all the work she does around the camp, as well as riding in the hot sun, her face is sunburned due to the fact that she refuses to wear a hat. Scars: she has one scar across her left eye, so she doesn't really mind that her hair covers that eye, as it's difficult to see out of anyways. Sameen also has a lot of random bruises and scars over the years of her life. Half of the time she doesn't even remember how she got them. Attire: Style: western Sameen wears a black cotton shirt and a black bandana which she uses a lot. She wears a smaller size in women's jeans and she wears a belt to go with them. She hates wearing skirts and dresses, because they make it difficult to ride horses and to run in them. Occasionally she will wear a leather cowboy hat that used to be her fathers. But rarely will you see her with it on, unless she's with the gang. Weapons: She wears a leather holster that holds her Navy Colt revolver, which holds 6 shots when fully loaded. It is a .45 caliber and can do quick damage to a target. The handle itself is steel but the rest of the outside gun is wooden with an intricate carved design that she did herself. She carries around a standard dagger just in case she doesn't need her gun, or perhaps she shot something on a hunt and didn't kill it with the first shot but instead wounded it. Her last weapon is a polished Sharps rifle that she got after her fathers death. It's a 50-caliber and can hold five rounds. She primarily uses it for hunting, or If she wants to shoot something from a far distance, as it's capable of shooting 1000 yards. The gun has an intricate design carved on it, but this time she didn't carve it herself. Personality: ~Fierce~ Sameen is extremely fierce, and once she feels challenged she will never back down. Sometimes she will even ignore orders from the gang leader if she has her mind set on something. She also gets into many gunfights and bar fights due to this fierceness as one may call it. ~Rebellious~ As I said before Sameen doesn't do good with orders. And will sometimes deny direct ones if she has her mind set on something. But it's rare that happens, as she tries her best to work well with the gang. ~loyal~ Despite the fact that she is extremely fierce and doesn't do well with orders, Sameen can be extremely loyal and would do anything for her gang. She never hides when there is a challenge or if there is danger, she will always be in the front ready to fight. ~Short Tempered~ Likely when she gets annoyed, or just riled up she will blow. She hates being told what to do, but doesn't let anyone see that, instead she takes her revolver and shoots the hell out of something. She hasn't shot anyone due to her temper yet though. And even if she is just a little pissed she feels the need to shoot something to cool off. ~Wild~ She's a little on the wild side and doesn't mind taking risks, in fact she enjoys taking risks, and it's rare she'll ever try to be safe when she's in a risk taking mood. It's hard to convince her not to go out and do something reckless, especially if she's drunk. Though she rarely gets drunk it gets bad when she does. Strengths: - Sameen is a skilled rider and always knows what she's doing on a horse. - She's good with guns, and quite enjoys using them, she also knows a lot about them. - She could serve as a good distraction since she can be very disruptive Weaknesses: - She's bad at showing her emotions, and telling others what she really feels. - Doesn't always think things through - Sameen can be very Arrogant and doesn't always follow orders. Horse: Sameen owns a grey dappled thoroughbred stallion named Stormy.
Other: This form probably needs a lot of work as it was made almost 2 years ago- XD
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Pack: The North Side Pack number: 288521 Character name: Naomi Age: 19 Gender: female Sexuality: not interested in anyone (if she weren't, she'd be straight) Role: second in command Appearance: She is Native American, with hawk feathers in her dark hair and kindness in her brown eyes. She wears the pelt of a bison and brain-tanned leggings. She is on the natural type, (hence being Native American) and also wears moccasins. She is strong and fast like a cougar, and posseses the spirit of a wolf.
Personality: she is kind but not weak, and strong but not rude. Her spirit animal is a gray wolf, as she surely behaves as one. She never leaves anyone behind and offers everyone in her wagon party as a packmate. But when it comes to fighting back, she never excludes herself from it. She offers assistance and is a great problem solver. Usually she is quiet when she has no need to speak.
Strengths: she is the survivalist of the group, teaching everyone about the edible plants and uses of them. She does not mind getting cold or dirty and is a great fire-starter. If anyone were to get lost, she would be the leader of guiding them out of trouble.
Weaknesses: she is not skilled with guns, only with bow. She may get aggressive if anyone tries to test, flirt or hang out with her. Equipment: bow, possibles bag, Native American tools, wolf dog puppy, beef jerky, pocketknife, etc. horse: a broad-shouldered Appaloosa. Fast as nd swift and strong when it comes to rough terrain. other: she is the survivalist of the group and does not mind to help people with edible plants or survival tips. She also has a pet wolf dog puppy who she teaches her knowledge to. (The puppy's name is Hanni)
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ME ME ME !!! Pack Name: Salt Shaker Pack Number: 278905 - Name Sabyl Chaney Age 34 Gender Female - She/Her Role Gang Member Sexuality Asexual/Demiromantic Appearance Sabyl is a tall-ish woman, just barely reaching the 5'6 mark. To put it bluntly, she's built like a slab of wood; completely flat, absolutely no curves. She's thin too, and not at all built for outlaw life, at least not yet. It's not a deathly, sickly type thin mind you, she was simply never made to run around in the middle of nowhere. Despite this, her hands say otherwise. They are worn and calloused from years of hard work. Her right hand's thumb and pionter finger have deep divets in them. This is not from working on a farm, but rather, from serving her old Lord too long and using her rosary too often. Sabyl's hair is a fiery orange. It's rather thick and healthy, and could easily grow to her waist if she didn't cut it so often. As of now, it's only shoulder length. She has many, many gray streaks in it near the back and sides. This is all-natural, and just her genetics causing her hair to gray quicker. This does little to bother her. Her eyes are hazel, framed by long but thin lashes. She has fairly dark and thick eyebrows. These are always twisted in a frustrated or thoughtful look, and you'll find that half the time you can't really tell. She has a strong, squarish jaw, and a slightly raised wavy nose. She has slight eye bags from staying up far too late at night overthinking. Once again being blunt, Sabyl isn't your traditional beauty. Or a beauty at all, really. She usually wears dresses and a hat far too large for her head. Her main dress is soft pink with a flower pattern on the skirt. Do not mistake her feminine clothing choice for her being soft and weak. Her whole outfit is loaded with hidden weapons due to her violent paranoia. If you find one weapon, you best find the other four quick before she gets her hand on one. Hanging around her neck there is a once silver cross, which has turned bronze at the edges from lots of holding. There is a rosary in her back pocket that she has not touched in ages. Personality Sabyl has always carried the illusion of a trustworthy and wise woman. She always delivers her advice with unquestionable confidence and a warm smile. You can ask her almost anything, and within moments, she will have an answer that makes near perfect sense. Philosophical questions have always been dismissed with a quick explanation or opinion, and then her quickly telling you to stop troubling your mind with those thoughts. This is, as said before, an illusion. She is the most unorganized, paranoid, and contradictory person you will ever come across, she simply has a weird way of showing it that tricks you into thinking otherwise. Every month all of her opinions and worldview seem to completely rebuild themselves. If you compared Sabyl with the Sabyl you spoke to 6 months ago, you may be surprised to find her whole personality has shifted. And not just a little natural change, but an entire switch. This happens constantly. She is not doing it on purpose to manipulate people. It's all a product of her rabid overthinking being covered up by a calm exterior. Sabyl openly mocks religion, and has the time of her life ragging on it. However, when she's afraid for her life, her hand will fly to the cross on her necklace and she will whisper something over and over again under her breath. In her belongings, there are nun garments from her past life. And if you've heard about Sabyl Chaney and who she is, you'd know that she was the nun who was rumored to speak to God. She does not believe in God anymore, at least she doesn't think so. All that remains is the religious guilt. She constantly swings back and forth from having morals that align perfectly with the Ten Commandments to falling back and saying morals don't matter to her. When she is going through her periodic morals phase, she is stubborn as a mule, and you cannot sway her back. She has to overthink herself back into having none. This has caused for some dramatic fights to get even worse when she's suddenly, frantically trying to find a non-fatal solution. Sabyl is horrified of dying. The moment someone acts threatening towards her, she has a hand hovering over where one of those hidden weapons of hers is. Even though she's scared of what lies beyond, she has a reputation for getting very aggressive very quickly when someone acts aggressively to her first. For someone so scared, she has a lot of bullets wasted on someone else's life. She carries a journal on her where she marks down a little line whenever she kills someone, so that way she can keep track and feel guilty for all those lives taken. Sabyl has never killed for the hell of it; it's all been in self-defense. Sabyl adores candy and will instantly be your best friend if you give her some. One of the only things that remain stable in the constantly shifting world of her mind is her love for caramel and chocolate. She also thoroughly enjoys card games, though in all honestly she barely knows how to play. She just goes off her extremely basic knowledge and bullshits it from there. As someone who was sheltered from this world for a long time, Sabyl feels like she's being a terrible evil outlaw whenever she's playing cards and drinking anything that isn't water, and she loves it. Very easily excited by how bad and cruel she's being when she dares drink that apple cider. More might be added 😩 🥵 Strengths -Plenty of spare weapons hidden in her clothing -A bit of an emotional rock to lean on, if you're alright with that rock constantly rolling around. -Wise enough to think twice before wasting her life on something stupid Weaknesses -Paranoid to the extreme about dying -Stubborn to the point of being downright irritating -Has a pretty big target on her back for the lives she's taken and the horse she stole. Equipment -Two Colt Paterson Revolvers -One stake knife -One bowie knife -U.S. Model 1841 Rifle -Lasso -Lantern -Way too many empty, very filthy beer bottles. She's addicted to collecting those. -Sewing needles. Sabyl LOVES sewing -and because of this, she sometimes has very ugly, very tiny little stuffed animals on her that she tried to make when she was bored Horse Sabyl's horse is an average-sized golden pinto quarter horse named Cellini. She had to steal him from a ranch to escape her pursuers, and now she's gotten too attached. He often has braids and flowers knotted in his hair from her failed make-over attempts on him. Sometimes there are lipstick smears on him too from when she was trying to draw cute images on him and also failed at those. Other -Sabyl has epilepsy. Right now it's dormant, but half a year ago, she had her last seizure which gave her the hallucination of something that was not the God she remembered. When people say she spoke with God, they mean she was hallucinating. Her whole life spent as a nun was wracked with seizures and hallucinations of God, and towards the end, these hallucinations looked less like the Catholic image and more like something she does not know and something she is afraid of. Sabyl isn't too sure those hallucinations weren't real, but they've definitely freaked her out enough to be horrified of death. -Her convent was burned down in a riot. This is what made her an outlaw. The exact details are hazy, but the basic premise is she was the nun who did most of the shooting. Everyone who died that night was blamed on her since no other nun was found to have a weapon. She has since abandoned religion or tried to anyway. Edited at June 14, 2022 10:32 PM by Salt Shaker
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Pack Name: queen. Pack Number: 252380 Character Name: Buck "Hotshot" Coleman Age: 34 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Role: Member Appearance:
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.
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. 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. Strengths: Most weaponry - he knows his way around a gun, knife, bow and arrow, etc
Hunting/tracking - A skill he picked up when he was young.
Strength - Physcially, he is strong. Mentally, not so much. Weaknesses:
Emotionally Unavailable - He is not someone you should just go to with your problems. Just... no.
Mentality - It's the worse.
Stamina - Considering his depression and his slight drinking habit, his stamina isn't one to last long. Equipment:
-Repeater
-Revolver
-Lasso
-Lantern
-Canteen
-Hunting knife Horse:
An old gelding by the name of Doug. He's a dark bay, caught many years ago when Buck was young. He's a stubborn shit, though respectful towards Buck. Other:
Lemme know if I need to change anything!
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Reserve gang member please ^^
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