General Information

Full Name
Zinnia Marie Wycliffe
Meaning of Name
Zinnia means vibrant flower
Marie means beloved
Wycliffe means white cliff
Nicknames
Zi
Nia
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Hetereosexual
Date of Birth
November 2
Age
Twenty two
Zodiac
Scorpio
Language(s)
Scottish Gaelic (Native Language)
English (Learned)
Hometown
Livingston, West Lothian, Scotland

Physical Appearance
Zinnia stands at a solid five foot eight, and weighs around one hundred and fifty three pounds. Her build is proportional to his height and weight, and from years of outlaw life, she is quite athletic. Although she is not bulky and muscular, she does have a solid strength to her. She is more lean than she appears. Although she can be easily out muscled by men, her build allows her more flexibility, speed, and movement. Meaning she is quicker and more often than not she uses her opponent’s strength against them. She is also right hand dominant, but has trained herself to be ambidextrous.

Zinnia has slightly wavy jet black hair that she keeps up in some fashion to stay out of her face. A lot of times, she debates whether to cut it short, but hasn’t done it yet. She has striking ice blue eyes that are like the winter sky before snowfall. More often than not, they are cold, cutting blue like frozen steel, beautiful but unforgivable. Zinnia has an olive-tone skin color, that is quite tan from her time outside. She has light, hard to see freckles along her cheekbones that become visible when the sun hits them just right. She is always seen wearing a silver necklace with a small silver cross on it, it is a family heirloom that she is incredibly fond of.

She is most found in jeans and a t-shirt, she likes casual and comfortable. She hates to dress up and finds it easier to be in comfortable clothes. Her voice is smooth and rich, and remains very calm. Her tone is tinted with her Scottish accent, however it is not hard to understand her. Although, the angrier she gets, the heavier the accent gets.

Personality
On the outward appearance, she is very calm and collected. She’s a very successful and well-known outlaw because she is not only incredibly intelligent, but she is hard to rattle or off set. She is quiet, and despite her breaking the law tendencies, she has powerful morals. Nobody innocent (like bystanders) are ever hurt or attacked whenever she is committing her crimes. However, she still remains one of the most wanted outlaws in the country.

She does have a softer side that is very rare to see, reserved for her family and people she considers family (which currently are none). She is incredibly loyal to a fault to those that she loves, and is incredibly protective. When this softer side shows, she is more emotionally vulnerable and can express herself better. Her smiles and laughter become more common and genuine. She is resilient and persistent and does not give up easily. It is one of her greatest qualities and is one of the reasons she is such an incredible and dangerous outlaw. She is intelligent and highly strategic. While her observation skills and instincts are highly developed.

However, Zinnia has her fair share of weaknesses and flaws. She overthinks often and bottles things up. She does not open up emotionally easily, and it can often cause many problems for her. For example, she will never tell anyone how much her parents death affected her. Anxiety is also a huge problem for her, and it comes out often, usually in her actions. She can become very antsy, fidgeting, tensing, and a cold shoulder. She also has a terrible habit of isolating herself, and only her brother has ever been able to break down those shields.

Relationships
Connor Wycliffe
Father. Dead. She was incredibly close with her father, and his death greatly affected her.
Amelia Wycliffe
Mother. Dead. She and Zinnia were incredibly close and her death greatly affected her.
Ronan Wycliffe
Younger Brother. Alive. She and Ronan are incredibly close, especially after the death of their parents. They would die for each other.

Name:

Aiden “Wolf Brother” Matthew Donovan

Gender:

Male

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Age:

27

Birthdate:

October 17

Languages:

English

Hometown:

San Antonio, Texas

Looks:

Aiden is 6’ 3” and about 220 pounds. He is solidly built with broad shoulders and a narrow waist; he threads the line between bulky and lean. He has wavy auburn hair that is a touch too long, hanging down over his collar and having to be swept out of his eyes if he’s not wearing a hat… which isn’t often, to be fair. He has hazel eyes that look golden, ranging anywhere from molten gold to a hard and piercing gold like a wolf’s when hunting. He has a very straight nose and a wide mouth that looks like it should be smiling more often. He has a deep scar running from his right shoulder to his right elbow, where he was slashed in a knife fight, and two scars from bullet wounds on his torso: one on his left shoulder and upper chest, and one on the lower right side of his abdomen.

He’s most often seen wearing jeans, dusty old boots, and various blue button-down shirts. Over that, he wears a beaded and fringed deer-hide jacket that has seen better days but has sentimental value. Lastly is his dark brown duster. And let’s not forget his tan hat. The hat band is of braided horse hair, black and white with blue beads interspersed. He always wears his spurs, just in case they are needed in a hurry.

Personality:

If it weren’t for his job as a Texas Ranger, Aiden would stay away from people. He still manages to do that quite well in spite of his work; he is genuinely not a people person. He doesn’t know how to be charming, but is most often blunt instead. Some people take it as rudeness, but he doesn’t generally mean it to be so; sometimes, yes, but most times he just doesn’t care what other people think and goes straight for the truth as he sees it. His view of the world is slightly jaded because of his past, which few people know about. He doesn’t tend to see the good in people, least of all himself. But he is tough mentally and physically, knows how to work very hard, and once someone earns his trust (which, and admittedly, takes a while), he is extremely loyal. Needless to say, very few people have earned this loyalty; his sister and his best friend are the only ones to date.

Loved Ones:

Kylie “Eyes Skyward” Rose Mackenzie (sister)

James Andrew Mackenzie (best friend)

Matthew Alexander Donovan (father, deceased)

Elizabeth Rose Donovan (mother, deceased)

Elliot Taylor Donovan (brother, deceased)

Emily Elizabeth Donovan (sister, deceased)

Belongings and Companions:

Winchester repeating rifle

Two Colt revolvers

Bowie knife, elkhorn handle

Buckeye: buckskin mustang gelding

Dancer: gray timber wolf

Buckeye lengthened his stride at the sight of the city ahead. For the buckskin mustang gelding, a city meant time in a stable to rest and eat. He was a great horse, but he was very food-motivated.

Aiden Donovan chuckled and reached forward to pat the neck of his horse. He looked down to his left, where his wolf Dancer raced through the grass beside them toward Denver. Her tongue was lolling, but more from happiness than tiredness. Aiden smiled again. He was content with his companions. But as his eyes moved toward the horizon and the city before them, the smile slowly slipped away.

For all that he was a lawman and dealt with people often, Aiden was not a people person. He much preferred the company of his horse and his wolf to humans. He much preferred to be out in the open, in the wilderness, rather than in the close confines of a city, especially one as crowded as Denver.

But he needed supplies, and he wouldn’t say no to a glass of whiskey. All they had to do was stop by a general goods store, then a saloon, and they could leave Denver in their dust.

He steered Buckeye from the open Plains onto the road into town, which steadily became more crowded with people traveling in and out of the city on foot, on horse, or by cart or wagon. He was forced to slow his horse to a trot, and then an easy jog as they crossed the city limits and headed into the heart of Denver.

For a city out west, it bustled, constantly busy with the movement of people, horses, cattle, and more. Though some glanced sideways at him, mostly because of Dancer, for the most part, he was ignored as another traveler, someone unimportant passing through.

He replenished his supplies at one of the many general good stores, then headed over to a saloon across the street. He tied Buckeye to a hitching rail and ordered Dancer to stay beside the horse before pushing open the swinging doors and heading inside.

The Rusty Bucket was like any other saloon around, with a jangling piano in the back, and patrons ranging from miners, gamblers, cattlemen, and more. As it wasn’t an especially expensive or impressive establishment, it catered to the lower classes, which suited Aiden just fine. He found that these kinds of people were more likely to talk straight than the wealthier upper class, who, in his experience, tended to talk in circles. They never appreciated his bluntness, to put it lightly.