Name
Sorscha O'Shea
Gender
Female
Age
25
Species/Ability
? Undecided
Gang/Role
The Reapers member
Appearance
Personality
Other
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Montague Westall
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Age 27
Gender Male
Occupation Second in Command at The Reapers
Appearance
Monty is a typical outlaw, gilded with shadowy black and golden metal, he lurks at the edges of towns. An ambush predator.
He stands at 6'0" with broad shoulders that facilitate his muscular torso and arms, more forged through work than through any effort to grow them. His skin is tanned and toughened from living outside, taking little time to hide his skin from the scorching summer sun. The sun fatigue of his skin causing him to look a few years older than he actually is.
Prior to the Rift, he worked at a blacksmith, covered in sweat and soot most days. He barely interacted with others, waking before dawn and collapsing into bed far after dusk. Although, that does not mean he was a complete hermit. No, he had he fair share of nightly companions. Even now, some of his previous paramores still survive in the wastelands. Whilst their catch up's are fleeting, Montague enjoys them greatly. A glimpse at his previous life.
On his head are locks of black-blue hair that is grown out to just below his shoulders. Usually, Montague will pull the hair up into a low ponytail that can sit comfortably under his hat. The strands are mostly uniform, only the slightest variation to their straightness towards the ends where they begin to curl lightly.
As for facial features, he is gruff and tough. Sporting a light stubble almost constantly, his jaw is boxy and strong in shape. A long pointed nose gives him his profile, dipping to thinner lips. His eyes are a deep amber, set in narrowed sockets, giving him a confronting and predatory gaze.
Personality
Charming | Rugged | Well-travelled | Solo | Rough | Insensitive | Guarded | Morally questionable
Other
He is a part of a collective group of gunslingers and bounty hunters called the Reapers. His main camp is with this small group of people.
They are notable for their merciless nature, often leaving their targets for dead. Be it the harsh weather that kills them or the prowling Rift creatures, The Reapers could not care less.
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Name
Faelin Kelly
Gender
Male
Age
28
Species/Ability
Werewolf | Mending
Gang/Role
Not Reapers lol - whatever your gang name is Sanania <3
Appearance
Faelin's appearance is in stark contrast to his name, standing at 6'6" he is extremely lean. Accompanying the the height are sets of long limbs that end with large palmed hands and proportionate feet. His skin is a softened beige with cool undertones, enhanced by the perpetual eye bags that darken his face no matter how much sleep he manages to get.
His facial features are severe and angular, with a sharp jaw bone to top it off. Due to his lack of muscule mass, the sharper points of the bones beneath his skin appear more dramatic. Faelin's eyes are deep set that appear to always be narrowed, either from tiredness or skepticism. The colour of his irses are a muted steel blue, deepening in colour towards the outer ring.
Faelin's hair was blessed to be a deep cinnamon brown, gently curled. It is cut to where a few ribbons of curls hang down beside his temples and cheeks. It's overall length sits at approximately just below his jaw line.
His body composition is still athletic, but his stretched height means that his muscles appear more scrawny as they're pulled taut over the planes of his body. There are little prominent markins on his body, relative to others, but he does possess a large tattoo and a singular unfading scar.
Faelin's tattoo takes up the majority of his back, starting at the back of his neck and ending at his tail bone. It is in a black and white gothic style, depicting the bones that lie beneath his skin. Except, the inked bones are sharper with protrusions from some areas of the bones. With stark shading and texture running along each bone, it is a very unrealistic depiction of the natural bones. It is rarely seen as Faelin does not pride himself on stomping around shirtless. The only hint towards his tattoos existence is the spinal bones that peek out from his clothing along the back of his neck before they dwindle to a sharp point that rises up into his hairline.
Faelin's scar is less impressive, an ~2 inch slice across the slender bones on the top of his right hand. It had originally cut down to bone and tendons. Certainly not acquired through something he would boast about. He was preparing meat that was brought back to the gang and he was distracted by a particularly interesting looking bird that landed in front of him and he sliced through his own hand that was holding the meat in place. Some members still prod jokes about it, even though it happened 3 years ago.
Personality
Faelin is a quiet and observant man, often found listening into any conversation he can find. Though despite his looming size, he does possess a consideration for others and their wellbring. In fact, it has become one of his top priorities to make sure that everyone is healed and well after missions are carried out.
After the world was rifted, he not only took on a beastly form but he was blessed by the kinder nature of the new world. Bestowing upon him the ability to heal others, mend them back from the brink of death.
Whilst he is a gentle giant by nature, when the full moon rears its head, most steer clear of Faelin and his snarling, hulking mass. More a curse than anything else, he is forced to inhabit the canine body until the moon dips below the horizon again.
Other
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