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Lilah Brown Age: 32 Birthdate: March 21, 1866 Gender: Female Rank: Gang Member Appearance: Lilah is a short woman, only 5'2 in height. Her body is lean with an athletic built and a small waist. She is nice and petite. She has an ivory skin tone that tans fairly well. In the winter her freckles aren't very visable but in the warmer months there are freckles on her button nose and rosy cheeks. Her lips are small and delicate, her smile is one of her better features. Her face is heart shaped and her jawline is quite defined aswell as her colarbones. Lilah's eyes are round and big, making her appear younger. They are a pale grey with a slightly blue hue. Her eye lashes are long and thick. Her eyebrows are thick and arched, brown. Her hair is the darkest blonde along with natural blonde highlights from all her time in the sun. It is thick and wavy, parted in the middle. It is fairly long, going down to her mid back. She keeps it parted in the middle and usually wears it down with a brown cowboy hat. On hot days, she will put it in a messy braid. Lilah prefers to wear her brown trousers with a belt, white button down shirt, and either her light green or dark brown vest. Sometimes she will wear a leather skirt but not very often. Around her neck she wears either her green or black bandana. She also wears dark brown gloves but sometimes she doesn't. She wears cowboy boots that matches her raspy, southern voice. All together she is rather beautiful. Personality: Lilah is an easy going individual. She is known for being friendly and isn't one to snap often. However that doesn't mean she won't. She may be nice but she doesn't let anyone walk over her or anyone for that matter. She'll continue to like that person if it was just a mistake but if someone is constantly rude to her they should be prepared for her rarely seen wrath. Lilah is also very trustworthy and not one to gossip, if she talks bad about someone it is because they did something bad and continue to do it. She also only lies to protect her gang, if she ever got caught she wouldn't dare let anyone go down with her. Trust only comes easy to her if they are in the gang but if they aren't she is a lot more skeptical and careful about who to trust. Lilah is know to live in the moment, she doesn't try to worry about the past or future, she's just there for a fun ride. She enjoys the gang life and never looked back. Of course, every once in while like everyone one else she will have more negative and anxious thoughts. Lilah is very calm for the most part but at saloons or really any crowded place it can be a little overwhelming for her at times. This is only because she is deaf in her left ear so it can be pretty hard for her to consentrate on conversations if there is a lot of loudness going on. She's trying to get the hang of it though. Strengths: - Caculating
- Agile
- Good aim
Weaknesses: - Hand to hand combat
- Deaf in her right ear from years of shooting
Likes:
- Staying up late
- Stargazing
- Coffee
- Most people
- Horses
Dislikes:
-The lack of caffeine
- Being walked over
- The law Parents: Mother- Meredith Reed-Brown - Died of old age Father- Richard Brown - Died of old age Sister(s): N/A Brother(s): N/A Spouse/Significant Other: None. Offspring: None. Horse: Lilah has a horse named Shiloh, a seven year old stallion that she has had for a few years now. He is a beautiful dappled grey horse with a dark grey mane and warm brown eyes. His mane and tail are rather long and sways as he runs in the wind. His bridle is a dark brown along with his saddle. He is a very fast horse who has been through a lot of Lilah's adventures. He is very loyal and friendly, never biting her once. He does get a little moody at times and prefers traveling more towards the front of the gang.
Backstory: Not much. Has been in the gang for quite some time.
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Name: Ollie Bright Age: 31 Gender: Male Rank: Newcomer Appearance: Link Ollie stands at 5’8 with a durable physique and broad shoulders. He's not very bulky or muscular, and comes off being more rectangle shaped. He looks like he should be much shorter than he is, being surprisingly tall for someone with a compact frame. His head is an oval shape, and his jawline isn’t very defined, being a bit rounded. His nose is pointed and upturned, but also a bit crooked from being broken once. Ollie strives on looking as clean and presentable as possible compared to most of the people he hangs out with, who don’t mind getting very dirty. Ollie doesn't mind dirt, but isn’t one to go rolling around in the mud. His skin is a pale white, and littered with scars on his back and shoulders. He has a smaller scar across his left cheek, and a large one over his right eye. He has a few frostbite scars on his arms and hands from exposure to the cold. He doesn't mind people asking about how he got his scars, except the one on his eye. He’ll tell you, but he won’t look very happy doing it. Ollie’s eyes are an upturned shape, colored misty and tired gray, inherited by his mother. His eyes have dark circles under them, though they’re not too noticeable. He isn’t able to get rid of them, no matter how much he sleeps. Soon he realized they were another thing inherited by his mother and father, and most members of his family have them too. His lips are full, but don’t have too much color, being a light pink. His hair is a sleek dark black, cut a bit below his ears. Ollie likes to keep his hair as clean as possible, and hates the feel of it being dirty. His eyebrows are thin and don’t curve very much. They are a bit darker colored than the rest of his hair, and just like the rest of his hair he keeps them neat. His most distinguishing facial feature would have to be the patch he wears over his right eye. Taking it off would reveal that Ollie isn’t just hiding his large scar, but the fact he doesn't even have a right eye anymore. The story of how he lost it is a very long one, that he doesn't like explaining. Personality: Ollie is a weird one. On one hand, people like him. On the other hand, people think he's a huge asshole. Ollie likes to be alone, with quiet time all to himself. Reading books, doing math. He finds both to be fun hobbies. If he's not doing that he’s likely talking to Roxie, or petting his dog. He doesn't like attention, but it's hard not to get it with a face like his. Ollie stays away from large crowds, and hates being put in front of a bunch of people, preferring to be out of the spotlight. He normally lets Roxie do all the talking instead. Though he does have a sharp tongue, and is quick witted, being able to throw back harsh insults as quickly as he can. Growing up in a house with 13 siblings taught him to be quick on his feet. Though his big mouth has gotten him into a lot of trouble, with the law, other gangs, and even random civilians on the street. He may not like large crowds, but he's not afraid to voice his opinion when he deems it necessary, which is all of the time. Even though Ollie seems like an ass half the time, he is normally quiet and pretty gentle, especially around animals and children. Dogs, horses, cats, he's okay with any and all animals, including most bugs. Teaching children is something he enjoys doing since Victor took him to do a lot of things in the same manner. Fishing, hunting, and even going to the store are all things he’d happily take a kid to do. He thinks growing up with a good childhood is one of life's greatest gifts, so he likes to help best he can. Strengths: Smart- For as reckless as he can be, he has a bigger brain than most would think. Good at planning, reading, and can even draw out maps. Good With Horses- Hes had his horse for the past 8 years, and has made sure to stop her from getting any injuries. He's normally the guy to go to when you want to get a new horse, or catch one yourself. For some reason he seems to have a calming effect on horses. Sneaky- For as strange as he looks, he's good at blending in. Making disguises is one of his favorite things, and he has a special friend he goes to to help him make them. He was once told he should become a tailor, to which he denied. Being in a gang was more important to him. Weaknesses: Awful Shot- Can’t shoot a gun worth shit. He wasn’t even able to shoot one when he had two working eyes. He refuses to acknowledge it, but he most likely needs glasses. He has reading ones, but he won’t wear them anywhere but his tent. Bad with Hand To Hand Combat- He's not very physically strong. He may be built pretty nice, but he can’t really throw punches. He’s really sloppy at it, and normally just uses himself as a distraction, by tackling people. Can’t Swim- He's tried, but has never been good at it. He can sort of float, but that hasn’t stopped him from almost drowning in the past. Family: (Oh god, here we go :’) Mother: Catherine O’Conner (Deceased) Father: Vernon O’Conner (Living) Brother(s): August, Emmet, Aiden, Avery, Vincent (All Living) Sister(s): Martha, Bailey, Lillie, Jennie, Ashley, Lois, Olivia, Ariel (All Living) Backstory: (Short Version) Ollie grew up in a particularly wealthy town, where his family ran the whole town. With 13 siblings, and a caring mother and father, things were looking great for him. He loved his mother and father. But after a huge incident, Ollie ran away from home at the age of 10, covering his past with an alias. He ended up being found by a group of outlaws, and joined their gang. Ollie was an awfully reckless teenager and often did dangerous things committing robberies with the rest of his gang, fighting other gangs, ect. At the age of 18 he stumbled into Roxie while at a local general store with his gangmates Victor and Lucile. Roxie, 11, then joined the gang and the two have become close friends ever since. Since Ollie’s gang has settled down, he's looking for something new to do, not wanting to forever stay in the town where his past lies. Other: He has a pet dog named Gwynn |
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Name: Roxie Sweet Age: 24 Gender: Female Rank: Newcomer Appearance: Link Roxie stands at a weirdly towering 5’12. She isn’t the tallest, but compared to most other people, especially women that she's been around, she's hellishly tall. She has a very athletic and toned build. Roxie has a bit of a curve, but she's more strongly built in the long run, being pretty durable. She's a fast runner, and has enough strength to be able to help others lift heavy objects. Having grown up on a farm, and then a gang most of her life, she keeps herself fit and active. Her head is a round shape, with her jawline not being very refined. Roxie's nose is small and refined, with a few dark freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. Her lips are heart shaped, and a warm pink color. She has big, upturned eyes that stand out greatly. Colored a surprising bright blue, and with her red hair, make for an extremely rare sight. Roxie’s hair is a dull rust red. It reaches down to her upper back, and is straight and clean. She brushes it often to keep it from getting really knotty, which she wakes up most mornings with her hair in a messy state. Her eyebrows are medium and rounded with a low arch near the end. They aren’t very bushy and sit nicely above her eyes. Her most distinguishing facial feature would have to be her blue eyes, which stand out greatly against the rest of her. Being a bright blue brings out her duller red hair, and gives her a more energetic look. Personality: Roxie is a very caring, but also very aggressive person. She gets angry quickly, and normally chooses not to control her temper. But she also has a much kinder, softer side. She’ll put aside everything else to make one person feel a bit better. She's always looking to help improve someone's day. She does as much as she can, trying to help with chores and gang work, though she can overwork herself a lot. But even when she's overworked she’ll try to push through. Breaking promises isn’t something she does often, especially with her friends. She doesn't mind lying to others, especially if it involves gangwork. Bounty hunting is something else she's really into as well. She’ll take up as many bounties as she can, and likes keeping a steady income. Being as competitive as she is, she’ll ask Ollie for help on how to locate and capture any new bounties she's found as fast as possible so she can get to them first. Hunting is another one of her favorite things to do, as it gives her time to clear her mind and puts food on the table. She loves cooking, not so much cleaning though. She thinks her cooking is decent enough to be edible, but she’d like to do a bit more with it. She's learned a lot about different kinds of spices and forest plants, so it helps her add more flavor to her dishes. Roxie has a hard time adjusting to new places. Her old gang felt so at home to her that being with a new group of people can be very jarring, for both her and Ollie. She tries to act like it doesn't bother her, but it can show a lot. Currently she's working on being more open in that sense. Strengths: Good With a Gun- Taught from a young age how to shoot. She would go hunting with her mother, father, and two brothers a lot. Being in a gang also helped her skills since she needed to use a gun on many occasions. Great With People- Loves making friends, and is really good at it too. She knows just what to say to others and enjoys having conversations. Quick Witted- She can throw insults pretty quickly, and doesn't have a hard time doing it. They aren’t always the best, but she can be pretty harsh Weaknesses: Temper- Easily angered. Not hard to get her in a really pissy state, and she can get quite snarky. Punching people for the littlest things isn’t below her standards, and she’ll surely do it. It can cause some pretty big fights too. Takes Too Much Responsibility- She tries to make everyone happy, but can get quite tired out in the process, often making too many promises in a short span of time. She tries not to, but doesn't want to let anyone down. Careless- She can be quiet reckless at times, putting herself in danger and doing dumb things, espically when in a fight. Normally she would brush it off, but she's gotten in quite hurt a few times. Family: Mother: Julia Sweet (Living) Father: Brother(s): Luther (Living) and Leonard (Dead) Spouse/Love Interest: PM Me If You Have Any Ideas! Backstory: (Short Version) Roxie grew up on a farm called Stone Valley Pastures. It is located below a cliff west of Openshaw. She lived there with her mother, father, and two brothers. She learned about being a farmhand while she was living there. At the age of 11 her brother ran off and started committing crimes in the surrounding areas. Roxie followed after him without telling her parents and eventually found him robbing the general store in Openshaw. He was holding a man at gunpoint, who would soon be known to her as Ollie. She was able to stop her brother from killing the young man, and he was arrested by the authorities. Roxie took up a position in Philip’s gang after Ollie offered her to come with them. She's been robbing and fighting alongside Ollie for the past 13 years, and isn’t thinking of giving up soon. After Philip’s gang settled down she went with Ollie seeking more adventure. Other: She has a pet dog named Maggie And her lovely horse <3 Bessie A sturdy Kentucky Saddler with a feisty personality |
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Rolior Caledan Ro-li-or "Think about it this way,at least you ain't me." Age: 29
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Member
Appearance:
Rolior is 5'4,her body is slim a bit too slim.Her head is diamond shaped her jawline isn't to well defined but still defined in a way.Rolior's skin is a light ivory in color,if you look closley you can see many freckles on her face,shoulders,arms,and back.Her eyes are set deep withen her skull giving her a always tired look,they are a stormy grey.Her nose is small,but not to small.Rolior has curly darl red hair that reaches her mid back,sometimes her hair is pulled into a loose low ponytail sometimes it isn't.Her eyebrows are a darker shade of red then her hair and are rather slim.Her lips are thin and persed,they are a pinkish color regularly.
Rolior's body is shaped hour glass like,her stomach and waist are rather small making some fret,but not all.Her neck is thin like normal thin.Rolior has several scars,some can be seen by the naked eye some can't.She has a large scar on her arm,she got it when a mountain lion attacked her,many of the gang members may also remember the woman limping into camp bloodied.Rolior has another scar on her forehead near her hair line,it was from a bullet that grazed her head.The last scar that can be seen is one on the back of her neck,which she doesn't like talking about. She wears a white top,which has fluffy sleeves near her shoulders.A blackish green corset is tightly fastened,the corset is only a waist one,it also has a little rose made of velet on the front of it.She then has a pair of black ranch pants she wears most of the time.Rolior has a pair of brown leather boots she wears all the time and gets a bit angry if someone takes them,she will not say why though. Aroma: She smells like wild flowers,horses,and wine
Personality:
Rolior is introverted,she doesn't like talking much and may get overwhelmed if to many people are around her at once,that being said Rolior can also feel lonely and will go and talk to someone,who she trust though. Rolior can also be pessimistic.She can often say things that will make others lose hope,she doesn't mean to do it though.She always thinks the worst and rarely ever will have hope. She is logical.Rolior tends to think with her brain,not her heart.She doesn't show how she is feeling very often and will pipe in to say her share in a fight or arguement Rolior can suprisingly get flustered very easily.She will get flustered and shy if she gets complemented a not,that being said she may walk away from you and hurt your feelings by mistake She can be akward.Rolior can be akward if she doesn't know what to do,this may happen in the early morning when she tries to talk to someone but then doesn't know what to say. Rolior will get attached to someone if she hangs out with them alot.She will warm up to a person and start to talk to them more then normal.She will also try and stick close and protect them She is highly protective.Whether your new to the gang or not Rolior will protect you with a lot of work.If you get caught up in the law she will try and rescue you. She can be untrusting,even though she is protective she is also very untrusting due to bad stuff that has happened to her in the past. Rolior is vengeful,if you cross her you may want to sleep with one eye open.She doesn't take kindly to people crossing her and will try and get back at them in any way she can. One note,Rolior has Chronic Insomnia(long term) so she may always seem tired because she doesn't get alot of sleep and when she does it is always unpleasent Fears: -Losing a lover again -Fear of being underground -Never finding love again Strengths: Horse ride- She has been around horses all her life Agility- Due to her small size she is very quick and nimble Herbal healing- She has read quite a few books about herbs and knows what can help a wound Untrusting- Makes her aware of strangers
Weaknesses:
Hand to hand combat- Only if she is fighting against a way larger person may she get injured from this Bombs- She doesn't know much about bombs or tnt so she would most likely get someone killed by mistake Smell- She doesn't have any way to smell,so she can't smell if a poisonis snake is near or not,same with food Untrusting- This can also be bad for her as she may not accept help from someone she doesn't know well enough Horse:
She has a 8 year old mare named Acorn. [Mod Edit: Removed for hotlinking and illegible credits] This mare isn't spooked very easily.Acorn does accept pats from the other gang members.She is very fast and a bit on the weaker side though.Rolior had got this mare from a farmer who was being robbed by someone else and Rolior had helped him and in return he gave her acorn.
Significant other/Spouse: Leory Darlings,dead,hanged,29
May end up taking another lover PM if interested Offspring: One unknown daughter that is about 8-9 Backstory: Rolior had come from middle class family that was somewhat messed up.She did not like the lifestyle and ran away at age 15.She then ran into some trouble with the law after she had killed a man,for 'unknown' reasons she had.The day she was supposed to be hanged a man named Leory Darlings showed up looking for a law man who had double crossed him.Rolior ended up running into the forest escaping the law,Leory had saw her run into the forest and followed.They camped out in the woods for about 6 days then started to move around until Rolior was about 20,they have had a daughter but left her with Leory's sister and brother and law.A few weeks later the law caught up to them and caught Leory who then was hanged the following day.Rolior had then ran into the gang a few days later and joined them and have been with them ever since
Other:Credits for the image are on it,it is stock
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Name - Joseph "No-Middle-Name" Smith (his last name is Nowak, but uses Smith as it attracts less attention)
Age - 53
Birthday - December 12th, 1845
Gender - Male
Rank - Newcomer, please
Appearance - Joseph is around average height for the 1800s, 5' 3". He has a stocky build and oval-shaped head with a slightly squared jaw. His short, messy hair is a grey brown, heading fast towards silver with every day that he is around people. His shrewd eyes are a faded blue, nearing slate in color. He has a crooked nose that never healed right after being broken a few too many times. He has mutton chops and scruff on his chin that he only rarely remembers to cleanly shave. Pinkish scars litter his tan face and he's missing a tooth on the right side of his mouth. He usually wears a military cap he nicked off a corpse, shading his eyes from the sun and leaving a lighter strip of skin from cheekbone to forehead. In fact, most of his clothes are stolen, either from victims or clotheslines, since it means he doesn't need to go shopping or interact with anyone.
Race - Caucasian
Nationality - Polish American
Aroma because why not - this old boy stinks of tobaccy and gun oil and poor choices
Personality - Joseph is shorter in temper than he is in height, despite having endless patience for fishing, hunting, cooking or ambushes. He tends to get frustrated with reckless behavior, especially when it puts others at risk, especially especially when it puts him at risk. His loyalty is a little free-floating, seeing as he's been in more outlaw gangs than he has teeth, but once he forms a personal connection, he's willing to go above and beyond for a friend. His sense of humor is dry and his wit sharp despite having a tendency to just... believe statements. Nothing outlandish, but if someone tells a slightly wild anecdote, he doesn't usually think to doubt them right off the bat. Joseph is easily made uncomfortable by flirting, intimidate conversation, and heart-to-hearts. He'd rather just cook, travel, grumble about today's youth and live free until he dies.
Strengths
- Quick draw with the pistol, steady hand with the rifle
- Patient, can settle himself in for hours during ambush or stake-out
- A good cook, surprisingly. He finds it peaceful.
- Muttonchops
Weaknesses
- Emotional depth of a potato, or so he likes to think.
- Can have a quick temper at times
- Tends to be a touch gullible, much to his annoyance
- When he isn't aiming a gun or chopping up onions, his hands shake, making precise actions difficult. He has to buy pre-rolled cigarettes because of it.
Likes
- Riding through the mountains
- Smoking cheap tobacco
- A little peace and quiet is that too much to ask for
Dislikes
- Winter nights
- All and any kind of wine
- Emotional discussions, he turns red and can't talk, it gets awkward
Backstory - Joseph Smith's grandparents were born in Poland, which by the time of this story is Prussia, he feels strange about that. They immigrated to America by the mid 1830s with their young daughter, Bohdana "Bonnie" Nowak, and began a farm in Pennsylvania. Joseph's mother became a prostitute by 1840 and left the farm for Philadelphia, where Joseph was born. Bonnie died of yellow fever when Joseph was 13, leaving him with no known family. He picked up a pistol, joined a gang of run-aways, and has been wandering from group to group since, save for a short period of his life over a decade ago when he attempted to settle down, wife and kids and a house and all. Joseph packed up and moved on after his four year old son died in an accident, leaving his mourning wife to ride away from his grief.
Other - Joseph's not interested in romance, feels he's too old for it, but he'll be damned if he doesn't have a weak spot for taking young trouble-makers under his wing as they remind him of his deceased son so DM me for friendships, enemieships, or mentorships.
Joseph's horse is a fifteen year old mare, dusty brown and solid. She grumbles even more than her rider does, but her steady feet and calm head have saved Joseph more than once. He fondly calls her Old Lady and puts up with more nips than he probably should. He assumes she is a quarter horse, built sturdy and strong. Completely forgot about the pictures! The signature is mine from TH |
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Name: Aidan Ryder Age: 25 Gender: Male Rank: Second (or Member if not) Drawing credits to me for all. And holy crap I am proud. 
Aidan is tall, dark, and handsome. Bronze tan skin is pulled over a lean, well-muscled composition and stretched tight over old scars. His face is angular, proportionate, and smooth, though his mouth always seems to be stuck in a mild frown. His round eyes are an electric blue and are framed by thick eyelashes. The storm gray undertones only reflect and enhance his serious, dangerous nature. A long scar runs from the middle of the left side of his forehead across his eye and down to the end of his upper jaw. Aidan's hair is black and is cut in a sort of grown-out crew cut, where the top reaches about two inches long and the sides are shorn closer. Aidan stands at six foot four and weighs in in the 180s at most. His body is definitely more of a lithe build, but his wiry strength is obvious and not to be overlooked or underestimated. He holds himself straight and walks with confident, almost prowling movements. He is most often seen wearing chaps over his pants, a button up shirt, and occasionally a dark-dyed leather vest. Aidan wears a wide-brimmed hat most of the time, and he has an old, beige bandana tied around his belt. His leather boots are plain and obviously well-worn, but they've withstood the tests of time and nature. Aidan is clean shaven or, sometimes, shows a bit of stubble, but he can't grow a beard and he has given up on such attempts. Besides, a clean face looks more dangerous on an outlaw than a beard does, right? Or is he just saying that? Personality: Aidan is fiery, but it rarely shows through his mask of professionalism. When it does show, all Hell breaks loose and he becomes a danger to anyone opposing him. This has never happened to or around his friends and fellow gang members, and he tries extra hard to keep his irritation to himself around them. He is an extremely stubborn individual, but he will listen to reason and follow orders. Aidan is as mentally capable as he is physically, and he is definitely more of a leader-loner personality type. He does not stand for disrespect or dismissal. Those who offend him or get on his bad side will know it; he will make no effort to hide it. Aidan will only show respect or loyalty to those who he deems worthy; this, of course, does not apply to rangers, judges, executioners, government officials, or any supporters of such. He left "civilized" society for a reason. His upbringing was not the most enjoyable, and he was often treated as less than human due to his mother's... malcontent after the War; her running off and having a one night stand with a Yankee soldier did very little to bolster a good reputation for her or the son that followed. He is not a dog, nor is he a servant. He is a menace to society, and he damn well better be respected because he could punch your head off. Aidan is altruistic, believe it or not. He will put himself in danger to save another, especially someone in his group. He takes duty seriously and will always try and find a solution in which the fewest innocent lives are placed in jeopardy. Every loss takes a toll on him, but he does his best not to show it around others. He does, however, break down occasionally, and it is an uncanny sight to behold. His likes are few and far between, especially given his circumstances. He enjoys food and winning fights. He enjoys outsmarting others and proving that you don't need a lizard tail or metal skin to be a good soldier. He likes spending his freetime alone, drawing or watching normal people live normal lives. Aidan likes weapons, likes the surge of adrenaline just before a fight. He likes order and strategy, but he's completely fine with wreaking havoc. He will occasionally do math problems for fun, and he knows animal breeding enough to pop out some random facts about the raising, breeding, and training of horses, cattle, and dogs; it is one of the few topics that can get him rambling. Aidan hates the part of the adrenaline rush that makes you feel like you have to pee. The feeling happens too often for his liking, and it ruins the moment. Along with that, he hates the feeling of other bodies being pushed up against his own. It's gross. Arguments, losses, most vegetables, insubordination, and teenagers are some of his least favorite things in life. And poor attitudes. He is very much a "suck it up, buttercup" sort of person. Strengths: Aidan is extremely versatile with weapons. He excels at sniping, or long range shooting in general, and is very accurate. Hitting small targets with a rifle from a long distance is relatively easy for him, and, when he can, he will almost always use this tactic. He is also well-versed with knives, pistols, and other throwing objects. Aidan is very physically capable. He can keep up a brisk jog for hours on end if he needs to, and, while he is not bulky, his body is hard and wiry. He packs a good punch and can hold his own when fighting dirty; it's when he is locked brute force against brute force that he begins to falter. Strategy and mind games are favorites of his, and he uses them often -- mostly against his enemies. His methods usually follow the rules, but occasionally he... overdoes it. Weaknesses: Aidan has a temper. It's a fiery, violent eruption when he goes off, and he does go off. He doesn't show his emotions at all until they've been built up for so long that he just explodes. He works well in a team -- but he doesn't do well in submissive positions. He is not a sheep, and he does not like to be treated as such. Aidan will hold a grudge forever, especially when it pertains to how the recipient regarded him as a blind follower. Due to a recent explosion he was near, Aidan's left ear has ceased to function for the time being. He is slowly regaining hearing in that ear, but, for now, he is partially deaf. While he is decent at hand-to-hand combat, he does not excel at it and often avoids that kind of confrontation; the chances of him winning a short-range encounter without a gun or knife are slim, and that bothers him. Backstory: Just throwing this in for fun. Aidan never knew his father, or anything about him, really, except for his name: Johnny Ryder. His mother grew up in an upper class Virginian family, the Cravens, but she was known to have had an affair with the former Yankee soldier in the local jailhouse. When Aidan was born, the scandal was enormous. He was raised with the same warmth as the family showed their former slaves, and it was clear to him that his mother didn't care much about his wellbeing, either, after being humiliated so. Aidan was educated, though, and his smarts sped up his schooling process until he had reached the maximum level of education his grandparents would allow for "that child." He didn't really care about how his family saw him, though, and he left one day. At fourteen, he headed west, following the railroad tracks around and becoming a relatively good pickpocket and bread thief. A couple years later, he was a notorious horse thief and cattle wrangler. Then, he joined the gang and upped his crimes to robbing banks, stealing weapons, and outright murder. He has been in the gang for eight years now, and he thoroughly enjoys his lifestyle -- well, when the government isn't chasing them. Other: His horse is a 4-year-old stallion named Coyote. Coyote was wrangled off of another horse thief, who stole the stallion from a mayor, who had purchased the animal from a herder who had captured a group of mustangs. Aidan is the only human who seems able to get close enough to Coyote to ride him, and one of a small handful that the horse has a friendly bond with. This horse stands above 15 hands but below 16 and is a powerful, sure-footed creature. He is not the fastest or the strongest, but his stamina is hard to rival and his temperament is fierce enough to ward off most potential predators and other outlaws. He acts more like a dog than a horse at times, and is bombproof when he decides to be. 
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May I reserve a member? I was in the old one but I haven't decided if I want to use the character I had in the original or if I want to make a new one heh |
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Winter 
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Brimstone Moon: 
