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Name

Atley Wilder Farris

Name Meaning*

Meadow

Gender

Male

Sexuality*

Bi

Age*

23

Appearance

Atley is a walking contradiction. A sweet-faced, angel-eyed cowboy with trouble written in the way his mouth quirks up into an easy, lopsided smile. His messy, dirty blonde mullet spills around his ears in artful disarray, sun-streaked strands catching the light like threads of gold. It’s the kind of hair that looks like it’s never known a brush, and yet, somehow, it fits: a wild halo for a boy who seems born to ride through into the painted sunset.

But it’s his eyes that do the most damage—big, brilliant blue, like cloudless summer skies, framed by thick lashes that give him a wide-eyed, almost innocent look. That sweetness is a trick, though, because those eyes know exactly how to spark with mischief, how to soften with charm, how to pierce with a rare, unguarded sincerity.

Atley’s face is all soft lines and boyish warmth, his cheeks brushed with the faintest dusting of sun-given freckles. His jaw is strong, but the smile he wears most often makes him seem younger, sweeter, the kind of boy who might shyly tip his hat in greeting, until you see the silver glint of his jewelry, the flash of a skull ring on his finger, the weathered chain at his throat.

He’s a vision in his favorite worn blue jeans, the denim slung low on his hips, and a vintage band tee clinging to his lean, sun-kissed frame. His silver jewelry glints in the sunlight, always silver, a mix of delicate chains, a silver cross, and chunky rings that speak to a hint of rebellion beneath the angel-faced surface. Boots scuffed by dirt and dust complete the look, making him a picture-perfect cowboy who seems plucked from a dream.

However, he knows how to lock in for a competition. His curls are tamed back, and he'll wear the proper riding attire, no cowboy hat in sight. It's odd, for those who know him, to see the Southern boy they know changed into a proper young man.

Personality

Atley is all soft smiles and angelic blue eyes masking a streak of pure, trouble-making mischief. He’s got a lazy, honeyed drawl that drips with charm, each word slipping out slow enough to sound sweet, until you catch the sarcasm laced through his teasing.

Atley is the kind of boy who will flash you a wide, sunshine-bright grin right after landing you in the middle of chaos he swears he didn’t start. He’s a born troublemaker with a talent for slipping out of scrapes with nothing more than a laugh and a wink, always one step ahead of the mess he makes. There’s a daring, reckless streak in him, a love for pushing buttons just to see what happens. But there’s also a warmth beneath it all: an almost frustrating sweetness that makes it hard to stay mad at him.

He’s a smooth-talker with a silver tongue, quick to offer a teasing quip or a charming one-liner, and even quicker to deflect when things get too serious. Despite his pretty, angel-faced looks, there’s a wild edge to him, a boy who flashes grins like they’re currency and never quite lets you know what’s going on behind those deceptively sweet blue eyes.

But even though he’s a bit of a menace, Atley isn’t usually cruel. His teasing is playful, his troublemaking almost a dare for someone to keep up with him. Beneath the wild charm, there’s a boy who’s always chasing a thrill, always looking for the next adventure, never quite ready to be tied down.

Voice & Accent*

Twanging like a bowstring

Strengths

Physically buff ig

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Weaknesses

Flirty

Oblivious

Affiliations

TBA

Backstory

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Main Horse: FF Charmer's Captain My Captain