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๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ โ sgt. benjamin ross. pawnee name โ tbd
๐๐ ๐ โ 45
๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ โ m
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ โ mortal
๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ โ heterosexual
๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ โ 6'2"
๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ โ lean and strong
๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ โ jet black, styled in a mohawk, with braids down the back.
๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ โ brown, and perpetually glaring.
๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ โ a blend of pawnee and western clothing โ union army jacket over a deer-skin tunic with fringes. black moccasin boots. silver cone and ball earrings. war paint when the situation calls for it.
๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ โ conflict resolution (read: will shoot your ass at the first sign of trouble). scouting and tracking. potions. general first aid โ he ain't no healer, but he knows enough to save your life if you're in a pinch. star navigation. a deadly sharpshooter.
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ โ aside from his rifle and gun, and whatever necessary supplies he can carry on the back of his horse? he doesn't own much. still wears his father's old cross. it's a small thing, nothing flashy, tucked beneath the collar of his shirt.
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ โ blunt, kinda grumpy. a man of few words. if he does have something to say it's usually heavily laced with sarcasm. skeptical. minds his own business, doesn't judge people regarding situations that don't involve him. ain't one to hold grudges. has the supernatural ability to let things go, and accept them as they are. analytical and pure gut-reasoning. doesn't pry or ask probing questions, and is far from being an open book himself. doesn't trust anyone as far as he can throw em. certainly not as open to lending a helping hand the same way his father/the group's former leader was, but he'll still do it, with enough convincing. it is also important to know that he isn't an authoritarian leader by any means. he respects the opinions of the other members of the group and values their feedback. that being said โ he can be a real stubborn son of a bitch sometimes, and will go against their opinions if and when he sees necessary.
๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ โ former soldier in the union army. lost his entire family in a werewolf attack when he was young. was adopted and raised by a white hunter โ a preacher of all things โ after that. reformed the group after the war's end in '65. recruited some long-lost members that hunted with him and his adoptive father in the years prior. the rest he picked up along the way.
๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ โ
his adoptive father's name was eugene ross.
was married at one point, with two children. they died years back. (see: massacre canyon.)
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blue tea
may you look up and meet tenderness
massive wip - the relationship section is left purposely blank if accepted, i'll be filling them out w/ those that were also accepted
coded by phnx.
YOUKAI ZANKOKU.
SLOW FAREWELL.
royal baggs
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Full Name โ Sebastian John Rorick
Nickname โ Jack
Age โ 29
Gender - Male
Species โ Human
Sexuality โ Exhausted
Height โ 6'4", 6'0" Hunched
Build โ Lean and quite lanky.
General appearance โ Sebastian is, for all intents and purposes, a runner.
A skinny man with a very toned physique, Sebastian is not an intimidating fellow once you get past his height. His size is often downplayed by his hunched posture from how frequently he travels by foot with his equipment, and he exudes exhaustion. Much of his lanky build is covered by a cloth shirt, vest, and trousers, his outfit once a nice dress wear now tinted brown and orange by the wasteland that is Wyoming. His shoes are the only thing of quality, clearly demonstrated by how they have not completely disintegrated yet. His hands are especially unique, with long digits perfect for working with medical tools with great delicacy, they're often shrouded by two thin leather gloves to keep his working tools from being contaminated with his own blood.
In the face, his chin thoroughly covered with a layer of stubble, and his hair is struggling to stay slicked back and neat after weeks of travel and hitchhiking. A pair of round spectacles linked at the back with a silver chain keep from falling off. Adorning his expression is a constant scowl, yearning for the next night's sleep and praying it'll be better than the last. His eyes are marked with dark bags and his forehead constantly dotted with sweat. A cross necklace hangs from his neck, though often tucked under his shirt while doing business.
He's never seen without his medicine bag, marked with the Caduceus of Hermes and clearly stitched and restitched together, hanging from his side and strapped across his body. On his back is his backpack, sporting only the very essentials alongside a journal, a shotgun, and a plethora of shells marked by different colors. Despite the volume, none of it seems particularly heavy.
Skills โ
Additionally, strewn across his body is a pair of bandoliers occupied by shotgun shells. They've been painted or marked in some way or another to represent different loads, including bird/buckshot, slugs, silvered pellets, firespitter (pure gunpowder, basically no range), flare (Slug wrapped in a thin cloth soaked in oil, for igniting volatile materials at range), primitive flechette (filled with sewing needles), and a few without any load at all, should it need to be improvised in the field.
Personality โ Jack's a layered man. First and foremost, he's a helper, but atop his eagerness to help is an exhaustion over the task. He'll huff as he puts in stitches, or sigh assisting moving equipment into the cart, but its rare to get a no out of him. It's not that he's better than the work presented, but there are just things he wants to get to before the sun goes down. Sebastian prides himself on his eloquence, and tends to speak with more syllables than total words, often prompting him to pause before giving a response because it just must be a little more interesting than a simple yes.
Under pressure, he's far more direct, taking on an orderly role to make sure everything is sorted and all is accounted for. He's no commander, but he's the man you'd want on your side to make sure a job gets done right. A particular skill he despises to utilize is to be a cat herder for the more troubled or airheaded of comrades, keeping the journey going when things begin to stall.
Extra Details โ Sebastian's entry into the world of hunting dangerous game was by pure mistake, as he was hired to be a doctor for a hunting expedition. Poor man didn't read the fine print and ended the journey with four dead hunters, torn apart by some foul beast, and a smoking shotgun in his hands that put an end to its rampage. Between the pay from being the only one to come back and the odd sense of satisfaction and exhilaration from the fight, Jack decided to stay on the frontier and find more work of this caliber.
Nickname โ Jack
Age โ 29
Gender - Male
Species โ Human
Sexuality โ Exhausted
Height โ 6'4", 6'0" Hunched
Build โ Lean and quite lanky.
General appearance โ Sebastian is, for all intents and purposes, a runner.
A skinny man with a very toned physique, Sebastian is not an intimidating fellow once you get past his height. His size is often downplayed by his hunched posture from how frequently he travels by foot with his equipment, and he exudes exhaustion. Much of his lanky build is covered by a cloth shirt, vest, and trousers, his outfit once a nice dress wear now tinted brown and orange by the wasteland that is Wyoming. His shoes are the only thing of quality, clearly demonstrated by how they have not completely disintegrated yet. His hands are especially unique, with long digits perfect for working with medical tools with great delicacy, they're often shrouded by two thin leather gloves to keep his working tools from being contaminated with his own blood.
In the face, his chin thoroughly covered with a layer of stubble, and his hair is struggling to stay slicked back and neat after weeks of travel and hitchhiking. A pair of round spectacles linked at the back with a silver chain keep from falling off. Adorning his expression is a constant scowl, yearning for the next night's sleep and praying it'll be better than the last. His eyes are marked with dark bags and his forehead constantly dotted with sweat. A cross necklace hangs from his neck, though often tucked under his shirt while doing business.
He's never seen without his medicine bag, marked with the Caduceus of Hermes and clearly stitched and restitched together, hanging from his side and strapped across his body. On his back is his backpack, sporting only the very essentials alongside a journal, a shotgun, and a plethora of shells marked by different colors. Despite the volume, none of it seems particularly heavy.
Skills โ
- Practicing Physician - Sebastian's trade is in the medical field first and foremost, a healer of men tutored by a veteran of the Civil War, who taught him not only how to save a man's life and limb, but how to do so quickly under dirtied conditions. Drink this, bite hard, and try not to pass out!
- Natural Tinkerer - Only recently having been in contact with modern machines powered by steam and incredible force, Sebastian seems to be quick on his senses to figure out how things move in what way. He's not a machinist, so he doesn't know the correct words or terms, but he could probably take apart mechanical knick-knacks without breaking them.
- Shotgun Aficionado - The only weapon he trusts under any circumstances is his custom-made lever action shotgun. Holds eight shells in the barrel and is very thoroughly practiced with such a fine piece of craftmanship. As he likes to say: "Buckshot spares me the concern of accuracy."
- Runner - Short or long distance does not matter, nor does a full kit of equipment or just his bare self. A sprinter, a jogger, long or short distance, it takes a lot for Sebastian to tire out and he can reach some serious speed very quickly from a dead stop. It's saved him plenty of times, and no doubt more in the future.
- Quiet as a Mouse - A skill developed creeping around his family home to not wake his sprawl of siblings, Jack is one of the few that can lug a whole bag of medical supplies and not even rustle the tall grass he skulks through. It's helped him hunt out in the country and dodge shady folk, and sometimes he uses it to duck out of strange interactions, too.
- Educated - Jack's a college-educated man, whether he regrets it or not. He can read and write quite well, and can usually present himself quite decently to more civilized folk. He's got no issue discussing terms of contract or giving his opinions on modern affairs, which has been handy in the city, but in the sticks it's caused some ire for sounding so smart.
Additionally, strewn across his body is a pair of bandoliers occupied by shotgun shells. They've been painted or marked in some way or another to represent different loads, including bird/buckshot, slugs, silvered pellets, firespitter (pure gunpowder, basically no range), flare (Slug wrapped in a thin cloth soaked in oil, for igniting volatile materials at range), primitive flechette (filled with sewing needles), and a few without any load at all, should it need to be improvised in the field.
Personality โ Jack's a layered man. First and foremost, he's a helper, but atop his eagerness to help is an exhaustion over the task. He'll huff as he puts in stitches, or sigh assisting moving equipment into the cart, but its rare to get a no out of him. It's not that he's better than the work presented, but there are just things he wants to get to before the sun goes down. Sebastian prides himself on his eloquence, and tends to speak with more syllables than total words, often prompting him to pause before giving a response because it just must be a little more interesting than a simple yes.
Under pressure, he's far more direct, taking on an orderly role to make sure everything is sorted and all is accounted for. He's no commander, but he's the man you'd want on your side to make sure a job gets done right. A particular skill he despises to utilize is to be a cat herder for the more troubled or airheaded of comrades, keeping the journey going when things begin to stall.
Extra Details โ Sebastian's entry into the world of hunting dangerous game was by pure mistake, as he was hired to be a doctor for a hunting expedition. Poor man didn't read the fine print and ended the journey with four dead hunters, torn apart by some foul beast, and a smoking shotgun in his hands that put an end to its rampage. Between the pay from being the only one to come back and the odd sense of satisfaction and exhilaration from the fight, Jack decided to stay on the frontier and find more work of this caliber.
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social
falling for youโข
KIKU AKIZUKI
KIKU AKIZUKI
KIKU AKIZUKI
everything i loved became everything that i had lost.
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SavannahSmiles
ะผั fฮฑัั ฮนั ฯ ฯ ัฯ ะผั, ะธฯั ัะฝั ะฝัฮฑฮฝัะธั
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junegloom
youโve got me by the skin and bones
Deirdre O'Connor
#fc: carey mulligan
# banshee
โกcoded by uxieโก
BASICS
Full Name. Deirdre O'Connor
Age. She's been 28 for quite some time
Gender. Cis Female
Pronouns. She/Her
Sexuality. Heterosexual
APPEARANCE
Height. 5โ7
Hair. A light brown that borders on blonde after time in the sun
Eyes. Brown
Build. Thin, delicate
General Appearance. At one point, Deirdre had a more filled out, softer figure and color in her cheeks. Though by the time she died she had become rather pale and bony, bordering on fragile. Her long hair is often secured out of her face by being pinned up or plaited down her back. Her dresses are often simple, but well kept. Deirdre often opts for practicality over aesthetics (of course, she still enjoys when she feels pretty). She mends any tears and defects until the garment is no longer wearable.
SPECIES
Banshee. Banshees are harbingers of death. They let out a powerful cry that alerts those that hear it that death is near. Though it is never truly known who. Of course, if someone is quite ill, it can often be assumed, but there have been stories of battles called off after a banshee released a cry. The cry can range from wailing to shrieking, though some have reported keening as well. The cries can be powerful enough to shatter glass, stun others, and cause a lingering ringing of the ears. Banshees cannot suppress their cries as it comes on involuntarily. However, they can produce their cry at any time, even when there is no death to follow. They often weep and sob while they let out their cry.
While their cry signals death, it does not directly cause it. On rare occasions, one can even save themselves from their death (though they must have some idea of the circumstances that will cause their death, like choosing not to go off to battle). They may be immortal, but they are not invulnerable. Banshees can be killed by decapitation and fire (or likely anything equally as damaging, such as being blown up). However, they will not age or be scarred otherwise. Banshees are not bothered by the usual weapons of silver and religious itemsโ Deirdre has never had trouble going into a church for mass either.
INVENTORY
-A Silver Comb. Banshees are known to possess combs made of silver and Deirdre is no different. However, when someone other than her touches it, it would chill them to the bone and give off an aura of death.
-Cloak. Deirdreโs cloak is grey in color and looks quite light and airy, almost weightless. However, it does keep her warm when necessary
PERSONALITY
Likes. Music, singing, a nice breeze, mild weather, hearing stories, fresh bread, animals, sitting by a fire, flowers, moonlight
Dislikes. The English, displays of wealth and opulence, silence, swimming, people who donโt understand โnoโ, wasting things, scratchy fabrics, heavy rains, excessive heat, liars
General Personality. Deirdre is calm, cool, and collected. She has always kept a rather level head. However, everyone has their limits. Pushed too far, she will become spiteful and unforgiving. She has always been the type to keep busy and feels uncomfortable when she is idle. She is honest and straightforward, not one to beat around the bush. She sees no use in lying, unless thereโs good reason for it. She can be cool towards strangers, but warms up with time. Additionally, she carries a rather mournful aura, no matter her mood. She also tends to cry quite easily, even if she isnโt all that emotional. These two traits are likely are related to her becoming a banshee as she did not carry them when she was living.
Skills. Cooking,
HISTORY
-Born on a farm in the Connemara region of Ireland.
-Third of nine children.
-Life wasnโt easy, but it was nothing compared to what was to come.
-The years of the Great Famine, or as Deirdre calls it in Droฤ-แน aoฤกal (the Hard Time), were the most significant years of her life.
-She lost countless family and friends to death or emigration.
-Food was scarce and diseases spread rapidly
-Deirdre caught the eye of an Englishman, Peter Cavendish
-Deirdre frequently rejected his advances. One evening in 1850, she turned down a proposal despite his promises for wealth and food for both her and what remained of her family.
-Peter was offended at the dismissal of his kindness and became enraged. He killed Deirdre in his fury.
-The next thing that she remembers, she was standing next to her own grave. In her possession was a silver comb and a grey cloak that she did not previously own.
-She didnโt need explaining on what she was. She just knew.
-Upon learning that Peter fled to America after his crimes, Deirdre made the decision to follow.
-She intended to be the one to foretell Peterโs own death. However, she was not going to let him live his life unpunished.
-She would hide and wail and keen outside his home, despite having no indication of his death. However, he didnโt know that it was a farce. He lived in constant fear and paranoia.
-On occasion, heโd get a glimpse of her and move elsewhere, thinking she was a ghost haunting her. He wasnโt totally incorrect, but she was no ghost.
-She followed him from place to place, until finally the day came that he was to die. Her shrieks shattered the glass in his home.
-Afterward, she spent her time living a semi-nomadic lifestyle.
-She met the group by chance and ended up falling in with them about five years ago.
EXTRA DETAILS
-Speaks Irish, specifically Connacht Irish
-Although her wailing and shrieking can be quite painful, she does have a lovely singing voice
-Sean-nรณs singing and lilting are generally what she sings, though on occasion she will step outside of her comfort zone
-Didnโt have much of an education but can read and write well. She knows enough math where she could run her household.
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Full Name. Deirdre O'Connor
Age. She's been 28 for quite some time
Gender. Cis Female
Pronouns. She/Her
Sexuality. Heterosexual
APPEARANCE
Height. 5โ7
Hair. A light brown that borders on blonde after time in the sun
Eyes. Brown
Build. Thin, delicate
General Appearance. At one point, Deirdre had a more filled out, softer figure and color in her cheeks. Though by the time she died she had become rather pale and bony, bordering on fragile. Her long hair is often secured out of her face by being pinned up or plaited down her back. Her dresses are often simple, but well kept. Deirdre often opts for practicality over aesthetics (of course, she still enjoys when she feels pretty). She mends any tears and defects until the garment is no longer wearable.
SPECIES
Banshee. Banshees are harbingers of death. They let out a powerful cry that alerts those that hear it that death is near. Though it is never truly known who. Of course, if someone is quite ill, it can often be assumed, but there have been stories of battles called off after a banshee released a cry. The cry can range from wailing to shrieking, though some have reported keening as well. The cries can be powerful enough to shatter glass, stun others, and cause a lingering ringing of the ears. Banshees cannot suppress their cries as it comes on involuntarily. However, they can produce their cry at any time, even when there is no death to follow. They often weep and sob while they let out their cry.
While their cry signals death, it does not directly cause it. On rare occasions, one can even save themselves from their death (though they must have some idea of the circumstances that will cause their death, like choosing not to go off to battle). They may be immortal, but they are not invulnerable. Banshees can be killed by decapitation and fire (or likely anything equally as damaging, such as being blown up). However, they will not age or be scarred otherwise. Banshees are not bothered by the usual weapons of silver and religious itemsโ Deirdre has never had trouble going into a church for mass either.
INVENTORY
-A Silver Comb. Banshees are known to possess combs made of silver and Deirdre is no different. However, when someone other than her touches it, it would chill them to the bone and give off an aura of death.
-Cloak. Deirdreโs cloak is grey in color and looks quite light and airy, almost weightless. However, it does keep her warm when necessary
PERSONALITY
Likes. Music, singing, a nice breeze, mild weather, hearing stories, fresh bread, animals, sitting by a fire, flowers, moonlight
Dislikes. The English, displays of wealth and opulence, silence, swimming, people who donโt understand โnoโ, wasting things, scratchy fabrics, heavy rains, excessive heat, liars
General Personality. Deirdre is calm, cool, and collected. She has always kept a rather level head. However, everyone has their limits. Pushed too far, she will become spiteful and unforgiving. She has always been the type to keep busy and feels uncomfortable when she is idle. She is honest and straightforward, not one to beat around the bush. She sees no use in lying, unless thereโs good reason for it. She can be cool towards strangers, but warms up with time. Additionally, she carries a rather mournful aura, no matter her mood. She also tends to cry quite easily, even if she isnโt all that emotional. These two traits are likely are related to her becoming a banshee as she did not carry them when she was living.
Skills. Cooking,
HISTORY
-Born on a farm in the Connemara region of Ireland.
-Third of nine children.
-Life wasnโt easy, but it was nothing compared to what was to come.
-The years of the Great Famine, or as Deirdre calls it in Droฤ-แน aoฤกal (the Hard Time), were the most significant years of her life.
-She lost countless family and friends to death or emigration.
-Food was scarce and diseases spread rapidly
-Deirdre caught the eye of an Englishman, Peter Cavendish
-Deirdre frequently rejected his advances. One evening in 1850, she turned down a proposal despite his promises for wealth and food for both her and what remained of her family.
-Peter was offended at the dismissal of his kindness and became enraged. He killed Deirdre in his fury.
-The next thing that she remembers, she was standing next to her own grave. In her possession was a silver comb and a grey cloak that she did not previously own.
-She didnโt need explaining on what she was. She just knew.
-Upon learning that Peter fled to America after his crimes, Deirdre made the decision to follow.
-She intended to be the one to foretell Peterโs own death. However, she was not going to let him live his life unpunished.
-She would hide and wail and keen outside his home, despite having no indication of his death. However, he didnโt know that it was a farce. He lived in constant fear and paranoia.
-On occasion, heโd get a glimpse of her and move elsewhere, thinking she was a ghost haunting her. He wasnโt totally incorrect, but she was no ghost.
-She followed him from place to place, until finally the day came that he was to die. Her shrieks shattered the glass in his home.
-Afterward, she spent her time living a semi-nomadic lifestyle.
-She met the group by chance and ended up falling in with them about five years ago.
EXTRA DETAILS
-Speaks Irish, specifically Connacht Irish
-Although her wailing and shrieking can be quite painful, she does have a lovely singing voice
-Sean-nรณs singing and lilting are generally what she sings, though on occasion she will step outside of her comfort zone
-Didnโt have much of an education but can read and write well. She knows enough math where she could run her household.
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queanbean
queen bean casserole
Full name โ Spencer Wyatt
Nickname โ Spence, Sir, Penny, Angel, Dreadful
FC: rainiana
Age โ 23
Gender โ Female (she/her/hers)
Species โ Human
Sexuality โ Panromantic asexual
Height โ 5'4"
Build โ Slender, nimble, packed with lean muscle
General appearance โ A curly mane of blonde hair tangles to her mid-back but is more often tied up in some kind of braid. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black, and doe-like with long lashes. Four beauty marks dot a line down the fair skin of her right cheek, beginning on the bridge of her nose to her collarbone.
Clothing โ Spence most often wears dresses with linen trousers underneath and a sturdy pair of boots, otherwise she's barefoot. A belt that sits low on her hips holsters two pistols and a large butcher knife. A second dagger is sheathed on a garter under her skirt. Her best accessory is a bright, toothy smile with a warm wildness in her eyes that's just as unsettling as it is charming.
Skills โ Adaptable, deceptive, quick on her feet, dual-wielding, skilled with knives.
Personal inventory โ Some teeth (not hers), a couple lengths of ribbon, and a wide-brimmed hat
Personality โ Sweet, sunshiny, indulgent, most certainly a good bit unhinged, committed where it counts, genuinely just bloodthirsty.
Likes โ Salty food, alcohol, physical affection.
Dislikes โ Medicine, snakes, cheaters, sleeping alone.
History โ Spencer grew up hunting with her pop and their pack of dogs until he vanished when she was about 10. Having been pretty isolated otherwise, she found family and survival with the pack as they went feral in their leader's absence. Somebody heard a rumor of a kid out in the woods and when somebody finally came along to check it out she was found a few bites deep into a dead rabbit, caked in blood and mud. The discovery was in the papers for a little while and in the meantime she was whisked away to be raised in a girls' home just outside a little town. Spence surprisingly didn't put up too much of a fight, except when they tried to medicate her, but she was always a little too wild to be wanted by anybody else, despite being generally well behaved. Soon as she could, Spence got herself out, eager to get her hands back on some guns and a bit more freedom back in her life. A gambling game a couple drinks deep at a saloon is how she found out about the monster hunting business and she never looked back.
Extra details โ Spencer loves dogs, wolves, dog-adjacent creatures. It's very much the energy of every dog is a puppy. That being said, she doesn't let it affect her job when it comes down to it.
Nickname โ Spence, Sir, Penny, Angel, Dreadful
FC: rainiana
Age โ 23
Gender โ Female (she/her/hers)
Species โ Human
Sexuality โ Panromantic asexual
Height โ 5'4"
Build โ Slender, nimble, packed with lean muscle
General appearance โ A curly mane of blonde hair tangles to her mid-back but is more often tied up in some kind of braid. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black, and doe-like with long lashes. Four beauty marks dot a line down the fair skin of her right cheek, beginning on the bridge of her nose to her collarbone.
Clothing โ Spence most often wears dresses with linen trousers underneath and a sturdy pair of boots, otherwise she's barefoot. A belt that sits low on her hips holsters two pistols and a large butcher knife. A second dagger is sheathed on a garter under her skirt. Her best accessory is a bright, toothy smile with a warm wildness in her eyes that's just as unsettling as it is charming.
Skills โ Adaptable, deceptive, quick on her feet, dual-wielding, skilled with knives.
Personal inventory โ Some teeth (not hers), a couple lengths of ribbon, and a wide-brimmed hat
Personality โ Sweet, sunshiny, indulgent, most certainly a good bit unhinged, committed where it counts, genuinely just bloodthirsty.
Likes โ Salty food, alcohol, physical affection.
Dislikes โ Medicine, snakes, cheaters, sleeping alone.
History โ Spencer grew up hunting with her pop and their pack of dogs until he vanished when she was about 10. Having been pretty isolated otherwise, she found family and survival with the pack as they went feral in their leader's absence. Somebody heard a rumor of a kid out in the woods and when somebody finally came along to check it out she was found a few bites deep into a dead rabbit, caked in blood and mud. The discovery was in the papers for a little while and in the meantime she was whisked away to be raised in a girls' home just outside a little town. Spence surprisingly didn't put up too much of a fight, except when they tried to medicate her, but she was always a little too wild to be wanted by anybody else, despite being generally well behaved. Soon as she could, Spence got herself out, eager to get her hands back on some guns and a bit more freedom back in her life. A gambling game a couple drinks deep at a saloon is how she found out about the monster hunting business and she never looked back.
Extra details โ Spencer loves dogs, wolves, dog-adjacent creatures. It's very much the energy of every dog is a puppy. That being said, she doesn't let it affect her job when it comes down to it.
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
A work in progress here -- I do have multiple ideas, if something doesn't work.
FC: Eliot Sumner
NAME:
Judas / Abigail Cloud
NICKNAMES/ALIASES:
"Kid"; Occasionally goes by the names Judah, Elijah, or Morgan, sometimes with the surname "Walker"
AGE:
24 years old
GENDER:
Nonbinary/bigender
(Technically, in the 1800s, Judas wouldn't have these words, but this is the easiest way to describe Cloud's gender)
SPECIES:
Judas is a human, to the best of his knowledge. He does, however, have a sort of innate supernatural connection to water.
SEXUALITY:
Pansexual, probably, and loving it
HEIGHT:
5'4"//162cm
WEIGHT:
100lb//45kg, on a good day
BUILD: Cloud is of a light, skinny build. He's short of stature, and unassuming to look at for the most part. He doesn't have to work hard to hide his feminine frame, and when dressed as a man, generally appears lithe, wiry, and fairly flat-chested. That being said, though, it isn't because Judas puts forward any particular effort to bind or hide his more feminine features -- they're just barely there to speak of. Even with a corset and dress to cinch her waist down and create the illusion of hips and bust, it's still mostly an illusion.
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Judas Cloud is a short person. It's not immediately clear at first glance that Cloud is female-bodied under his clothes; he hides that fairly well, to the point that he often passes well. He's thin, wiry, and short, with bony wrists and a slight, effeminate swing to the way he moves. He can nearly always be found wearing a thin white shirt in hot weather, usually with a red vest over the top, and a fine pair of those fancy new denim jeans -- something he seems somewhat proud of. Other times, when it's cooler out, Cloud can be found wearing a baggy, dark red plaid flannel. He doesn't own any corsets or dresses at the moment, but he does like them and might even miss them a little.
Cloud's hair is shoulder-length, thick, and wavy, and frames his face from a middle part. It's brown, and has a slight red sheen in the sun. He has a somewhat odd face, with a thin, hooked nose, and pretty, moderately full lips. Cloud's eyes are light brown and framed with thick eyelashes. There are soft freckles spattered across his high cheekbones under his eyes and across his nose. Judas has a somewhat strong jawline and cheekbones, and isn't particularly soft-looking. When he smiles, it's a crooked thing, and when he smiles big enough or gets to talking, you can see a little gap in his lower teeth off to one side.
SKILLS:
HORSEMANSHIP: Cloud's a remarkable horseman who specializes both in training and riding horses. He's great with them and he loves them more than anything. He can handle a bronco, he can shoot, maneuver, turn around in the saddle, or even lean over and pick a flower or grab a hat at a full gallop. Judas is also fairly knowledgeable when it comes to horse care, and can tell you what's wrong with a lame animal's leg, hoof, shoe, or teeth pretty quickly, and might even be able to fix it or offer a solution to an ailment, if he can get the tools.
GUNSLINGER: Like most, he can fight. Cloud prefers an old confederate LeMat he lifted off a dead soldier, which can fire grapeshot or bullets, but loves any revolver. Shooting from horseback at a full gallop is a specialty of his.
WATER: Judas has a strange, intuitive connection to the water that even he doesn't entirely understand. He always knows where to find it, though he attributes that to spending time with the Paiute (and shrugs off that he still finds it, even when he leaves the familiar lands of Utah and northern Arizona). It seems that water just won't kill him, even in a flash flood, or when it's muddy, salty, or sulphuric, though it might still beat him up a little. Judas always intuitively knows when storms are coming, and what waterways will flood.
BRAWLER: He don't look it, but Judas Cloud is vicious and highly effective in a hand-to-hand fight. Everything is a weapon.
OUTLAW SENSIBILITIES: Need to rob a train, or figure out how to effectively close in on a building? Judas can case a spot out and knows how to do that.
INVENTORY
TOXO'UV ("RATTLESNAKE"): Cloud's old confederate LeMat. It's engraved. Cloud named the gun Toxo'uv, or Rattlesnake in Shivwitz Paiute. Judas didn't ask the last owner what he did to the gun before he reminded the man of the penalty for treason(despite not considering himself a member of the Union). All he knows is that Toxo'uv fires as long as there's one bullet in the chamber, and it doesn't seem to run out.
SIDEBAG: Cloud keeps a variety of charges for Toxo'uv on him.
PERSONALITY:
In a word, gregarious. Judas is a cheerful extrovert, and enjoys spending time with other people, whether they like it or not. One might even call him a motormouth, if only the term existed yet. He's not easy to offend, and tends to be fairly good at rolling with the punches. There's little that gets on his nerves -- but bullying weaker folks does the trick. When it does, as talkative and friendly as Judas is, he likes to flex his muscles and cause a bit of trouble: There's little he likes better than terrorizing people who step on the meek, and causing fear in those who cause fear to others.
That part of Cloud stems from a sense of compassion more than anything -- he likes being feared by bad people. He likes being liked more, though. Despite having something of a rough, violent side, he still spends much more of his time on things he loves, whether that's his horses, writing poetry, or surrounding himself with women. He seems more comfortable with them than men more often than not, and while that could be because they're pretty, it could also be because he still considers himself a woman, too, at least in part.
He also has a few idiosyncrasies that stand out: The obvious ones would be things like his outlaw persona, juxtaposed against his adoration for any animal he meets, the way he plays with his horse's ears, and would even advocate to let a rattlesnake live, so long as it wasn't preparing to strike. The less obvious ones include his raised-from-childhood devotion to Mormonism, but only sometimes. Judas won't drink coffee, but he likes whiskey (bourbon, if he can get it). He reads his scripture fairly regularly, but nothing he's read in there has ever stopped him from spending a little too much time with a pretty girl he might meet. He still calls Utah "Deseret", too.
HISTORY:
Judas Cloud was born with the name Abigail Mills, and throughout her childhood in the lonely frontier towns of southern Utah, was nicknamed "Ragdoll" by her friends and family in the LDS church. She had no complaints and no questions or qualms about her life in the small city of St. George, right up until she was twelve, and her parents were asked to send her to live with her uncle in the tiny settlement of Grafton, out in the vibrant, golden-orange canyons of Zion. Abigail chaffed under the hostile eye of an uncle who didn't want her, and a community which was much more conservative and demanding than her previous home. By fourteen, well... uncle got tired of her, and married her off. She didn't like that much.
One poorly-fated affair later, with a boy her age -- seventeen or so, at the time -- and Abi had enough. She took off and made her escape in August. It was a hot time of year, but the more important thing was that it was monsoon season. Abigail's escape was a dangerous one, and a poorly planned one, and on her way out, while running in the dry wash, she was caught in a flash flood. Abigail was swept downstream, where she dragged herself out on the sand. Certainly, Grafton must've presumed Abigail was killed in the water. Even so, she made it out alive.
To evade capture, she had to be he, and pretty quickly, the newly rebranded Judas "Kid" Cloud found he liked that quite a bit. From there, he started a gang and played outlaw for a little while. He got tired of preying on folks, though, after passing through a few too many little towns that reminded him of Grafton or St. George, where the monsters out there had taken their toll. There was a lot less money to go around, anyway, when you found your cattle desiccated or a demon got summoned and ravaged your little hometown.
So Judas took that gang of his and turned it into something else: More outriders than outlaws. Pay came, sometimes, but more than anything, he still kept unruly former criminals in line with charm or fear according to what was needed at any given time. He did that for a few years -- long enough to jokingly get called the governor of Utah, or The Prophet by those who wanted to poke fun at his roots. He never liked that one much. Nothing lasts forever, though, and Kid Cloud's well-known governance over Southern Utah came to an end. He doesn't talk much about that bit.
What he is willing to mention is how he came upon this little group shortly after leaving his beloved home among the red rock canyons behind. Cloud never got better at staying out of trouble or keeping his nose out of other people's' problems, which resulted in a handful of freelance hunting jobs and bounties -- until one of those solo missions resulted in him crossing paths with members of this merry band, and once Judas attaches himself to someone, well... he's hard to get rid of.
EXTRA DETAILS:
FC: Eliot Sumner
NAME:
Judas / Abigail Cloud
NICKNAMES/ALIASES:
"Kid"; Occasionally goes by the names Judah, Elijah, or Morgan, sometimes with the surname "Walker"
AGE:
24 years old
GENDER:
Nonbinary/bigender
(Technically, in the 1800s, Judas wouldn't have these words, but this is the easiest way to describe Cloud's gender)
SPECIES:
Judas is a human, to the best of his knowledge. He does, however, have a sort of innate supernatural connection to water.
SEXUALITY:
Pansexual, probably, and loving it
HEIGHT:
5'4"//162cm
WEIGHT:
100lb//45kg, on a good day
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Judas Cloud is a short person. It's not immediately clear at first glance that Cloud is female-bodied under his clothes; he hides that fairly well, to the point that he often passes well. He's thin, wiry, and short, with bony wrists and a slight, effeminate swing to the way he moves. He can nearly always be found wearing a thin white shirt in hot weather, usually with a red vest over the top, and a fine pair of those fancy new denim jeans -- something he seems somewhat proud of. Other times, when it's cooler out, Cloud can be found wearing a baggy, dark red plaid flannel. He doesn't own any corsets or dresses at the moment, but he does like them and might even miss them a little.
Cloud's hair is shoulder-length, thick, and wavy, and frames his face from a middle part. It's brown, and has a slight red sheen in the sun. He has a somewhat odd face, with a thin, hooked nose, and pretty, moderately full lips. Cloud's eyes are light brown and framed with thick eyelashes. There are soft freckles spattered across his high cheekbones under his eyes and across his nose. Judas has a somewhat strong jawline and cheekbones, and isn't particularly soft-looking. When he smiles, it's a crooked thing, and when he smiles big enough or gets to talking, you can see a little gap in his lower teeth off to one side.
SKILLS:
HORSEMANSHIP: Cloud's a remarkable horseman who specializes both in training and riding horses. He's great with them and he loves them more than anything. He can handle a bronco, he can shoot, maneuver, turn around in the saddle, or even lean over and pick a flower or grab a hat at a full gallop. Judas is also fairly knowledgeable when it comes to horse care, and can tell you what's wrong with a lame animal's leg, hoof, shoe, or teeth pretty quickly, and might even be able to fix it or offer a solution to an ailment, if he can get the tools.
GUNSLINGER: Like most, he can fight. Cloud prefers an old confederate LeMat he lifted off a dead soldier, which can fire grapeshot or bullets, but loves any revolver. Shooting from horseback at a full gallop is a specialty of his.
WATER: Judas has a strange, intuitive connection to the water that even he doesn't entirely understand. He always knows where to find it, though he attributes that to spending time with the Paiute (and shrugs off that he still finds it, even when he leaves the familiar lands of Utah and northern Arizona). It seems that water just won't kill him, even in a flash flood, or when it's muddy, salty, or sulphuric, though it might still beat him up a little. Judas always intuitively knows when storms are coming, and what waterways will flood.
BRAWLER: He don't look it, but Judas Cloud is vicious and highly effective in a hand-to-hand fight. Everything is a weapon.
OUTLAW SENSIBILITIES: Need to rob a train, or figure out how to effectively close in on a building? Judas can case a spot out and knows how to do that.
INVENTORY
TOXO'UV ("RATTLESNAKE"): Cloud's old confederate LeMat. It's engraved. Cloud named the gun Toxo'uv, or Rattlesnake in Shivwitz Paiute. Judas didn't ask the last owner what he did to the gun before he reminded the man of the penalty for treason(despite not considering himself a member of the Union). All he knows is that Toxo'uv fires as long as there's one bullet in the chamber, and it doesn't seem to run out.
SIDEBAG: Cloud keeps a variety of charges for Toxo'uv on him.
- Silver, for vampires or werewolves
- Brass, for other pesky inhuman vermin
- Cold iron, for ghosts like la llarona and the good neighbors
- Lead, for the bad neighbors
PERSONALITY:
In a word, gregarious. Judas is a cheerful extrovert, and enjoys spending time with other people, whether they like it or not. One might even call him a motormouth, if only the term existed yet. He's not easy to offend, and tends to be fairly good at rolling with the punches. There's little that gets on his nerves -- but bullying weaker folks does the trick. When it does, as talkative and friendly as Judas is, he likes to flex his muscles and cause a bit of trouble: There's little he likes better than terrorizing people who step on the meek, and causing fear in those who cause fear to others.
That part of Cloud stems from a sense of compassion more than anything -- he likes being feared by bad people. He likes being liked more, though. Despite having something of a rough, violent side, he still spends much more of his time on things he loves, whether that's his horses, writing poetry, or surrounding himself with women. He seems more comfortable with them than men more often than not, and while that could be because they're pretty, it could also be because he still considers himself a woman, too, at least in part.
He also has a few idiosyncrasies that stand out: The obvious ones would be things like his outlaw persona, juxtaposed against his adoration for any animal he meets, the way he plays with his horse's ears, and would even advocate to let a rattlesnake live, so long as it wasn't preparing to strike. The less obvious ones include his raised-from-childhood devotion to Mormonism, but only sometimes. Judas won't drink coffee, but he likes whiskey (bourbon, if he can get it). He reads his scripture fairly regularly, but nothing he's read in there has ever stopped him from spending a little too much time with a pretty girl he might meet. He still calls Utah "Deseret", too.
HISTORY:
Judas Cloud was born with the name Abigail Mills, and throughout her childhood in the lonely frontier towns of southern Utah, was nicknamed "Ragdoll" by her friends and family in the LDS church. She had no complaints and no questions or qualms about her life in the small city of St. George, right up until she was twelve, and her parents were asked to send her to live with her uncle in the tiny settlement of Grafton, out in the vibrant, golden-orange canyons of Zion. Abigail chaffed under the hostile eye of an uncle who didn't want her, and a community which was much more conservative and demanding than her previous home. By fourteen, well... uncle got tired of her, and married her off. She didn't like that much.
One poorly-fated affair later, with a boy her age -- seventeen or so, at the time -- and Abi had enough. She took off and made her escape in August. It was a hot time of year, but the more important thing was that it was monsoon season. Abigail's escape was a dangerous one, and a poorly planned one, and on her way out, while running in the dry wash, she was caught in a flash flood. Abigail was swept downstream, where she dragged herself out on the sand. Certainly, Grafton must've presumed Abigail was killed in the water. Even so, she made it out alive.
To evade capture, she had to be he, and pretty quickly, the newly rebranded Judas "Kid" Cloud found he liked that quite a bit. From there, he started a gang and played outlaw for a little while. He got tired of preying on folks, though, after passing through a few too many little towns that reminded him of Grafton or St. George, where the monsters out there had taken their toll. There was a lot less money to go around, anyway, when you found your cattle desiccated or a demon got summoned and ravaged your little hometown.
So Judas took that gang of his and turned it into something else: More outriders than outlaws. Pay came, sometimes, but more than anything, he still kept unruly former criminals in line with charm or fear according to what was needed at any given time. He did that for a few years -- long enough to jokingly get called the governor of Utah, or The Prophet by those who wanted to poke fun at his roots. He never liked that one much. Nothing lasts forever, though, and Kid Cloud's well-known governance over Southern Utah came to an end. He doesn't talk much about that bit.
What he is willing to mention is how he came upon this little group shortly after leaving his beloved home among the red rock canyons behind. Cloud never got better at staying out of trouble or keeping his nose out of other people's' problems, which resulted in a handful of freelance hunting jobs and bounties -- until one of those solo missions resulted in him crossing paths with members of this merry band, and once Judas attaches himself to someone, well... he's hard to get rid of.
EXTRA DETAILS:
- Judas Cloud is trilingual, and fluent in English, a couple Paiute dialects including Shivwitz and Cedar Mountain, and Spanish. He also knows sign-talk, and uses it more often than any other language when talking to different tribes. He can also speak very broken Cantonese on a good day, courtesy of his adoptive father, who he's since parted ways with. He can't get the tonal aspect right and his vocabulary is lacking. He's a little embarrassed by how bad at it he is.
- Cloud has a horse named Sundial, a champagne beast he keeps conditioned for endurance. Sundial's a strong horse who can go for miles -- sometimes up to twenty or more, if Judas is pushing -- before needing a break. He's fearless, very loyal to his person, and kinda mean.
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Fabrikator.Nova
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Giselle St. Laurent
# vampiress
# eva green
โกcoded by uxieโก
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opaline
rather clumsy
josephine cassidy dawson
โ high society runaway.
โ mortal with medium abilities; straddling the line of mortal and supernatural.
โ not afraid to use a gun?! to the shock of most
โ fc: katherine mcnamara (walker independence)
โ nothing set all be warnedparticularly the name
โ high society runaway.
โ mortal with medium abilities; straddling the line of mortal and supernatural.
โ not afraid to use a gun?! to the shock of most
โ fc: katherine mcnamara (walker independence)
โ nothing set all be warned
comfortable
๐๐ค๐จ๐ข๐๐
Wilhelmina Craven
# dark witch
# eleanor tomlinson
โกcoded by uxieโก
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Klown
(โดโชเฑชโโด)
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Hawke.
Member
WIP
FC: Martin Sensmeier
full name - Reid Atwater
nickname -
age - 31
gender - Male
species โ Mortal/mutated
sexuality โ Closeted Bisexual and suffering
height - 6'
build - Broad shouldered and strong
general appearance โ
Hair: Straight, black hair that's been cut to jaw length
Eyes: Dark green, piercing and suspicious
clothing: Reid goes heavy on the demon hunter aesthetics, heavy black coat and so many belts, he jingles wherever he goes with the innumerable trinkets and protective sigils that he wears.
skills โ
Sharpshooter -
Strength -
Night vision - Although it's not perfect, Reid has better nightvision than normal. This is a result of genetic enhancements he's embraced to better stalk the creatures that he hunts.
personal inventory โ A necklace of claws, a bolt action rifle intricately engraved,
personality โ At first you'd expect Reid to be stoic, cold, and brooding. He likes to keep to himself and can come off as standoffish, but under all of that you'll find a man who cares deeply about people, who believes everyone deserves another chance or at least a fair trial.
history โ
extra details โ
Occult Knowledge: Soothsaying, alchemy, astrology, Reid has studied the field of Occult Sciences and found ways to treat himself and other people, warding off lycanthropy and other infectious diseases.
FC: Martin Sensmeier
full name - Reid Atwater
nickname -
age - 31
gender - Male
species โ Mortal/mutated
sexuality โ Closeted Bisexual and suffering
height - 6'
build - Broad shouldered and strong
general appearance โ
Hair: Straight, black hair that's been cut to jaw length
Eyes: Dark green, piercing and suspicious
clothing: Reid goes heavy on the demon hunter aesthetics, heavy black coat and so many belts, he jingles wherever he goes with the innumerable trinkets and protective sigils that he wears.
skills โ
Sharpshooter -
Strength -
Night vision - Although it's not perfect, Reid has better nightvision than normal. This is a result of genetic enhancements he's embraced to better stalk the creatures that he hunts.
personal inventory โ A necklace of claws, a bolt action rifle intricately engraved,
personality โ At first you'd expect Reid to be stoic, cold, and brooding. He likes to keep to himself and can come off as standoffish, but under all of that you'll find a man who cares deeply about people, who believes everyone deserves another chance or at least a fair trial.
history โ
extra details โ
Occult Knowledge: Soothsaying, alchemy, astrology, Reid has studied the field of Occult Sciences and found ways to treat himself and other people, warding off lycanthropy and other infectious diseases.
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Sanity43217
New Member
WIP
full name: Clayton Dawson
Nicknames: Stubborn. Fingers. Clay.
age: late thirties, early forties
gender: Male
species: Revenant. An undead, brought back for revenge. Clayton made a deal with another worldly being to return to life as an undead.
sexuality: The downside of being undead is the plumbing doesnโt work, but he was straight when he was alive.
height: 5โ11
build: Athletically built
general appearance: Clay is a middle aged man with a full beard and shoulder length hair. Probably the most distinct feature is his right hand. It has runes etched/burned into it as a sign of the pact he swore. To hide the nature of his existence, he often wears gloves to cover the runes.
skills: As far as skills go, when Clay was resurrected, he was gifted the appropriate โtoolsโ to complete his mission. When he came back he found he had gained the muscle memory of an experienced fighter. He also found a battered old notebook, written in his own handwriting, that he doesnโt remember writing, detailing the art of HexSlinging. The book is written in code, and Clay is in the process of unlocking its secrets.
HexSlinging is the rare art of using runes and magic to enchant bullets and guns. While it is possible for mortals to learn this art, it normally must be taught by someone or something with magic. Most mortals will also require a talisman or object of power to enchant the bullets or gun but Clayโs tattoos on his right hand act as his talisman.
personal inventory โ this ain't a full list of all the weapons they're carrying. just one or two items that are personal to them.
personality โ a brief description, not a full psychological analysis.
history โ brief, bullet point or short paragraph, idgaf. **MUST INCLUDE HOW THEY ENDED UP W/ THE GROUP**
extra details โ likes, dislikes, fears, other fun facts. whatever you want goes here.
full name: Clayton Dawson
Nicknames: Stubborn. Fingers. Clay.
age: late thirties, early forties
gender: Male
species: Revenant. An undead, brought back for revenge. Clayton made a deal with another worldly being to return to life as an undead.
sexuality: The downside of being undead is the plumbing doesnโt work, but he was straight when he was alive.
height: 5โ11
build: Athletically built
general appearance: Clay is a middle aged man with a full beard and shoulder length hair. Probably the most distinct feature is his right hand. It has runes etched/burned into it as a sign of the pact he swore. To hide the nature of his existence, he often wears gloves to cover the runes.
skills: As far as skills go, when Clay was resurrected, he was gifted the appropriate โtoolsโ to complete his mission. When he came back he found he had gained the muscle memory of an experienced fighter. He also found a battered old notebook, written in his own handwriting, that he doesnโt remember writing, detailing the art of HexSlinging. The book is written in code, and Clay is in the process of unlocking its secrets.
HexSlinging is the rare art of using runes and magic to enchant bullets and guns. While it is possible for mortals to learn this art, it normally must be taught by someone or something with magic. Most mortals will also require a talisman or object of power to enchant the bullets or gun but Clayโs tattoos on his right hand act as his talisman.
personal inventory โ this ain't a full list of all the weapons they're carrying. just one or two items that are personal to them.
personality โ a brief description, not a full psychological analysis.
history โ brief, bullet point or short paragraph, idgaf. **MUST INCLUDE HOW THEY ENDED UP W/ THE GROUP**
extra details โ likes, dislikes, fears, other fun facts. whatever you want goes here.
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Darth
spacefaring vagrant
Full Name: Elijah Granger
Nickname/Aliases: โEli,โ โPadreโ
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Mortal)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6โ0โ (183 cm)
Build: Lean and weathered
General Appearance
Eli has a rugged, sun-worn face with deep-set, weary eyes. His dark hair is streaked with gray, kept short but slightly unkempt. He sports a full but well-kept beard, showing signs of age and hard experience. His skin is tanned from years of exposure to the elements, and he typically wears a long preacherโs coat over simple, rugged clothes. Beneath the coat, he conceals a revolverโan old weapon he swore never to use again. His hands are calloused, and his body bears enough scars for two lifetimes.
Skills
Elijah "Eli" Granger, also known as "Padre", carries a quiet intensity, embodying a man whose spirit is burdened by guilt and driven by vengeance. He is a man of few words, choosing silence over unnecessary conversation, but when he speaks, itโs often with a calm yet chilling authority. He frequently quotes scripture, twisting it to reflect his pursuit of justice, as though using divine words to justify his bloody path. This gives him an eerie, almost sermon-like demeanor in battle, offering his enemies final prayers before delivering their end. Granger is methodical and patient, hunting his enemies with the precision of a predator but maintaining an air of righteousness as if each kill is a form of penance. Despite his hardened exterior, there are still moments of unexpected compassion, especially for the innocent. Granger has a particular soft spot for children and dogs, viewing them as truly innocent and blissfully ignorant. He often goes out of his way to help children, even if it creates unnecessary obstacles. His quirks include always polishing his old cavalry revolver before a fight, an act of ritual, and occasionally humming old hymns under his breath. Granger is unrelenting, viewing his pursuit of vengeance as a divine mission, turning scripture into his weapon as much as the bullets he fires.
History
The Civil War
Elijah Granger served in the Union Army during the Civil War, enlisting in the cavalry. He fought in several brutal campaigns, witnessing the horrors of war firsthand. During the conflict, he developed a reputation as a capable officer and an excellent horseman. Granger fought at key battles in the Western theater. His unit was commanded by Colonel Solomon Creed, a cruel but cunning leader. Creed developed an infamous reputation for being a merciless opponent who often reveled in surprise attacks. Granger would come to both fear and respect the man for his ability to inspire fear in his foes and awe among his men. By the end of the war, his faith in both the Union cause and humanity itself had been shaken by the bloodshed he saw on both sides. Still, he remained loyal and continued his service after the war concluded.
The Red River War
After the war, Granger and his unit were dispatched to Texas to fight a war of conquest against the Commanche and Kiowa nations. Under the ruthless command of Colonel Creed, their unit participated in harsh campaigns that targeted both combatants and civilians. Granger, initially loyal, grew increasingly disillusioned with Creedโs cruelty as they committed numerous atrocities against defeated enemies and defenseless villages. The final straw came when Creed ordered the massacre of an Arapaho community who were known to be neutral. Unable to stomach the brutality any longer, Granger shot Creed in cold blood. In the ensuing chaos, Granger was branded a traitor and forced to kill several of his former comrades before being grievously wounded and left for dead.
A Second Chance
Granger was saved by a Commanche hunter who found him and nursed him back to health. The experience of being saved by those he once fought against further deepened his guilt. Unable to continue living with the violence he had committed, Granger renounced his old life, adopted the name โElรญas,โ and fled to Northern Mexico. There, he began preaching in a small, isolated village, seeking atonement by helping the poor and guiding them toward peace. He built a new life there, raised a family, and became an integral piece of the community. For a time, Granger believed he had found some measure of redemption and chance at a peaceful end.
The Shadows of the Past
Alas, this peace would not last. Unbeknownst to Granger, Colonel Creed had returned as a revenant. Fueled by supernatural hatred and a pact with foul magic, Creed was cursed to walk the earth once more as a vengeful and spiteful spirit. With a ghostly posse of soldiers who had died under his command, Creed tracked Granger to his village in Mexico. One fateful night, Creed and his undead army razed the village to the ground, killing his family and the people Granger had come to care for. Creed, the cruel man that he was, Granger for last, murdering everyone he loved in front of him and burning away his newfound life. Yet, in that final moment of despair, Creed left Granger alive. Creed would leave Granger to walk this earth, stripped of the peace he had found--the life he had built. Creed relished more in allowing Granger to suffer in living than allowing him to leave this earth.
After Creed and his ghostly soldiers had left, Granger wandered the smoldering ruins aimlessly. He traveled to the graveyard at the top of the hill where he had buried his revolver, a weapon he swore never again to touch. Granger decided the last life his gun would take should be his own. As he hesitated, he thought of his family and the people he inadvertently doomed to a terrible fate. Granger realized he did not feel sadness or regret, he felt--hatred. A seething desire for vengeance stirred in his breast. Instead of ending his life, Granger returned to the graveyard to bury his family. On their memory, he swore vengeance not only against Creed but the monsters that lurked in the night, the spirits that found joy in razing the life he had built to the ground. His quarrel was with the unseen world, if the monsters saw fit to make his life hell he would return the gesture in kind.
A New Beginning
After taking the path of the monster hunter, Granger adopted the alias "Padre" as a nod to both his methods and the life he lost.
[Recent History WIP]
Extra Details:
Nickname/Aliases: โEli,โ โPadreโ
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Mortal)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6โ0โ (183 cm)
Build: Lean and weathered
General Appearance
Eli has a rugged, sun-worn face with deep-set, weary eyes. His dark hair is streaked with gray, kept short but slightly unkempt. He sports a full but well-kept beard, showing signs of age and hard experience. His skin is tanned from years of exposure to the elements, and he typically wears a long preacherโs coat over simple, rugged clothes. Beneath the coat, he conceals a revolverโan old weapon he swore never to use again. His hands are calloused, and his body bears enough scars for two lifetimes.
Skills
- Skilled marksman
- Tactical and experienced in battlefield strategy
- Fluent in both English and Spanish
- Knowledgeable in scripture and preaching
- Well-versed in wilderness survival
- Competent in hand-to-hand combat
Elijah "Eli" Granger, also known as "Padre", carries a quiet intensity, embodying a man whose spirit is burdened by guilt and driven by vengeance. He is a man of few words, choosing silence over unnecessary conversation, but when he speaks, itโs often with a calm yet chilling authority. He frequently quotes scripture, twisting it to reflect his pursuit of justice, as though using divine words to justify his bloody path. This gives him an eerie, almost sermon-like demeanor in battle, offering his enemies final prayers before delivering their end. Granger is methodical and patient, hunting his enemies with the precision of a predator but maintaining an air of righteousness as if each kill is a form of penance. Despite his hardened exterior, there are still moments of unexpected compassion, especially for the innocent. Granger has a particular soft spot for children and dogs, viewing them as truly innocent and blissfully ignorant. He often goes out of his way to help children, even if it creates unnecessary obstacles. His quirks include always polishing his old cavalry revolver before a fight, an act of ritual, and occasionally humming old hymns under his breath. Granger is unrelenting, viewing his pursuit of vengeance as a divine mission, turning scripture into his weapon as much as the bullets he fires.
History
The Civil War
Elijah Granger served in the Union Army during the Civil War, enlisting in the cavalry. He fought in several brutal campaigns, witnessing the horrors of war firsthand. During the conflict, he developed a reputation as a capable officer and an excellent horseman. Granger fought at key battles in the Western theater. His unit was commanded by Colonel Solomon Creed, a cruel but cunning leader. Creed developed an infamous reputation for being a merciless opponent who often reveled in surprise attacks. Granger would come to both fear and respect the man for his ability to inspire fear in his foes and awe among his men. By the end of the war, his faith in both the Union cause and humanity itself had been shaken by the bloodshed he saw on both sides. Still, he remained loyal and continued his service after the war concluded.
The Red River War
After the war, Granger and his unit were dispatched to Texas to fight a war of conquest against the Commanche and Kiowa nations. Under the ruthless command of Colonel Creed, their unit participated in harsh campaigns that targeted both combatants and civilians. Granger, initially loyal, grew increasingly disillusioned with Creedโs cruelty as they committed numerous atrocities against defeated enemies and defenseless villages. The final straw came when Creed ordered the massacre of an Arapaho community who were known to be neutral. Unable to stomach the brutality any longer, Granger shot Creed in cold blood. In the ensuing chaos, Granger was branded a traitor and forced to kill several of his former comrades before being grievously wounded and left for dead.
A Second Chance
Granger was saved by a Commanche hunter who found him and nursed him back to health. The experience of being saved by those he once fought against further deepened his guilt. Unable to continue living with the violence he had committed, Granger renounced his old life, adopted the name โElรญas,โ and fled to Northern Mexico. There, he began preaching in a small, isolated village, seeking atonement by helping the poor and guiding them toward peace. He built a new life there, raised a family, and became an integral piece of the community. For a time, Granger believed he had found some measure of redemption and chance at a peaceful end.
The Shadows of the Past
Alas, this peace would not last. Unbeknownst to Granger, Colonel Creed had returned as a revenant. Fueled by supernatural hatred and a pact with foul magic, Creed was cursed to walk the earth once more as a vengeful and spiteful spirit. With a ghostly posse of soldiers who had died under his command, Creed tracked Granger to his village in Mexico. One fateful night, Creed and his undead army razed the village to the ground, killing his family and the people Granger had come to care for. Creed, the cruel man that he was, Granger for last, murdering everyone he loved in front of him and burning away his newfound life. Yet, in that final moment of despair, Creed left Granger alive. Creed would leave Granger to walk this earth, stripped of the peace he had found--the life he had built. Creed relished more in allowing Granger to suffer in living than allowing him to leave this earth.
After Creed and his ghostly soldiers had left, Granger wandered the smoldering ruins aimlessly. He traveled to the graveyard at the top of the hill where he had buried his revolver, a weapon he swore never again to touch. Granger decided the last life his gun would take should be his own. As he hesitated, he thought of his family and the people he inadvertently doomed to a terrible fate. Granger realized he did not feel sadness or regret, he felt--hatred. A seething desire for vengeance stirred in his breast. Instead of ending his life, Granger returned to the graveyard to bury his family. On their memory, he swore vengeance not only against Creed but the monsters that lurked in the night, the spirits that found joy in razing the life he had built to the ground. His quarrel was with the unseen world, if the monsters saw fit to make his life hell he would return the gesture in kind.
A New Beginning
After taking the path of the monster hunter, Granger adopted the alias "Padre" as a nod to both his methods and the life he lost.
[Recent History WIP]
Extra Details:
- Granger kept the name "Padre" after he turned to monster hunting as an ode to the life he once had.
- Granger's weapon of choice is an old cavalry revolver and saber, which he perceives as tools of righteous vengeance.
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