Biologist at Work said:

Major W.I.P it's Finals week. So I'm studying most of the time.

Name:

Rosemary Irene Noel

"Rosie"

Age:

20

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Rowdy/ Wild // Adventurous // Spit-Fire // Hot-tempered // Loyal // Sarcastic // Brave // Hardworking // Stubborn // Fair // Witty // Problem-solver // Authority Issues // Independent // Underdog // Not afraid to speak her mind // Standoffish // Fights anyone // Aggresive // Nurturing // Not well spoken (Southern Accent) // Boyish // Empathetic // Popular // Playful // Resourceful // Teacherly // Empath // Insensitive // Moody // Odd // Petty // Reactive // Rigid // Solitary // Strict // Major Pain in the Ass // Sassy // Hardworking // Perfectionist // Mysterious // Extrovert // Restrained // Reticent // Tough // Fighter not a Lover // Non-romantic

Appearance:

Backstory:

Rosie was born in Texas. She was raised in Texas for most of her life. She was training and riding horses. She was wild and boyish that was not welcomed in her home.She was forced to settle down from her father because she had some run in with the law. She got pregnant at the age of 16 by her husband. She was okay with it at first until she found out about his multiple affairs. After she found out, she carried the baby to term and gave her baby girl away to a friend of hers. She fled her town to Arizona keeping her personal life a secret. She works full-time at the ranch, but she stays/ sleeps in the barn with her collie Sadie.

Family:

Ehh let's not talk about them.

Critters:

Rough Collie: A female dog that Rosie found as a pup in the woods. She saved and nurtures that pup like a baby. Sadie is her name.

Other:

No. Fun fact she was written when I was listening to Jolene by Dolly Parton.

Do you believe William?:

The belief of William... The concept is hard without a doubt. She does not know what to believe. She doesn't like to believe something human could do this. But she knows people tend to go off the rails. She is skeptical of the belief, but she will keep an open mind to both potential stories what truly happened.

Name

Isak Blomqvist

His official American name is Isak Bloom, and he introduces himself as this. Acquaintances often call him the “Railroad Cat.”

Age

18

Gender

Male

Position

Railroad Worker

Railroad construction is currently delayed, and Isak has been doing odd jobs around the ranch to make sure he has enough money to get by.

Sexuality

Homosexual

Isak doesn’t have much of a problem with this, and in fact he’s found it’s less of a big deal out here in the lawless West. But he’s not totally open with this information unless it comes up or someone asks him.

Appearance

Isak is very tall for his age, and honestly tall for any age. He’s very thin and has a scrawny, gangly look. He has thin limbs, though they’re not exactly weak. He does have muscle tone, it’s just that his limbs seem too long and his muscles don’t really seem to bulk him out. He has a small chest with narrow but strong shoulders. His hands are large and his fingers are long, and his feet as well are quite long. At times he seems slightly bow legged. He’s always standing up straight, giving him a stick-like appearance. He’s unkempt and rather dirty, with dirt on his face, soot in his hair, and calluses and blisters on the palms of his hands. He always has a number of scrapes, bruises, and cuts, but no scars that seem permanent. His skin is naturally pale, but he does have an uneven tan along his shoulders, neck, and upper back. These areas are also covered in copious amounts of dark freckles, and often sunburned. He has freckles all over him, covering his shoulders, neck, and face all over. This, combined with his tanned spots and frequent sunburns, give his skin a patchy look.

Despite Isak’s scrawniness, his face isn’t thin at all. In fact, it’s somewhat round, with a weak chin and full cheeks. His ears are large and stick out from the sides of his head. He has rather large eyes, downturned on the edges. They give him a sort of sad look. His irises are rich, bright brown like a dog’s eyes, and seem rather lively, contrasting with the downcast feeling of his eye shape. His eyebrows are faint and thin, a yellow that doesn’t stand out too much from his skin tone. His nose is medium sized, with a slightly curved bridge. The dome of his nose is upturned. The freckles scattering his face are all over, but most prominent on his forehead and nose. They’re dark and clustered close together. His hair is thin and very straight. It’s bright blond, looking positively yellow, and is splaying downward, often tucked under a hat. It’s very short, just reaching past the nape of his neck.

Isak wears the same thing pretty much every day. His clothing has been provided by the railroad, and he’s not too interested in using his wages to buy his own clothes. He has button-up cotton shirts which are either striped or off-white. They’re all dirty and weathered slightly yellow, and he wears the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He has a pair of old denim overalls, like a pair of slightly baggy pants with suspenders holding them up. The bottoms are fraying badly and they have several large pockets. Besides the tools of the trade, he likes to keep anything interesting he finds in there. For shoes, he has short leather boots with sturdy soles that are partially sun-bleached. He’s almost always wearing a dark broad-brimmed hat, tall and slightly rounded with a wide, flat brim. All of this is dirty and worn out, and Isak doesn’t have anything to wear for formal occasions or some event like a barn dance. Perhaps he’d wash his clothes clean and do a bit of patching if he saw the need to, but he really hasn’t ever had the opportunity.

Personality

Isak likes people. He likes the idea of people, and he wants to get to know people. He believes in the innate goodness of people. It’s just in the interaction that he gets himself all mixed up. It’s been difficult moving from Sweden to here, and the culture shock is enormous. Isak feels there’s still so many things he doesn’t understand, and the last thing he wants is to seem like an idiot. He’s not stupid by any means, but he’s certainly gotten to feeling like it. So for the most part, he doesn’t speak unless spoken to and doesn’t give his opinion unless he’s asked about it. He was never a reserved person, but he’s been struggling for so long to understand people here and make himself understood. He’s doing much better now, but there’s still space to screw up. Because of his nervousness, he often comes across as awkward. And he’s overly-polite, even and perhaps especially in situations that don’t call for it. He very much values keeping a good reputation. Sure, he’s done a few things he’s not proud of. Yes, the West is full of thieves, drunks, and gamblers, and is he any different? But he doesn’t want people to think badly of him for it. He tries to be an amiable person, and certainly wouldn’t want anyone to be afraid of him. He also likes to keep a good professional reputation, and is a hard worker. He does things by the books, and does the best he can in everything he does. He loves some good competition, though he doesn’t get competitive unless it’s agreed by both parties that they’re competing. He’s very dedicated to things, and when he’s very interested in a topic or a person, he can’t stop thinking about them. One of his favorite topics is history. He’s trying to learn more about the history of the American West, but it’s difficult because he can’t read or write English. So he collects little scraps of information from people and writes them in Swedish. He now has a collection of the personally revised and vaguely recalled history of America. If he’s lucky, about half of the stuff in that book is true, but he certainly believes it.

Isak is, in fact, a generally trusting person. He’s not naive enough to put his trust in someone he doesn’t know. But he’s easy to get to know, and once he’s gotten familiar with a person (and didn’t have a reason to question their motives from the get-go), he’s quite willing to put his trust in them. When he’s given special attention by someone, he’s delighted and becomes quite talkative. He’s a very earnest and straightforward person, and prefers not to skirt around issues or complicate communication. He’s an open book, willing to talk about his or anyone else’s feelings. While he can be a bit awkward when dealing with people, he really tries to avoid any miscommunication or misunderstandings. He likes to know where he stands with people, and let them know where they stand with him. He’s rarely harsh unless he feels someone really deserves it. Though he has a certain naive trust to him, he doesn’t seem easily beaten down by betrayal. If people want second chances, he gives them second chances. If they tell him they’re sorry, he absolutely believes it. He seems to have emotions of steel, and is so hard to offend or really hurt. That’s how he appears, anyway. Truth is, he gets hurt just as easily as anyone else. But he always feels stupid to have his feelings hurt, especially if he’s betrayed by someone. He’s a romantic type, and when he gets into a relationship he takes it seriously. He fancies the idea of having a family, though he’s painfully awkward with kids. He just doesn’t understand them at all.

Despite his investment in work, he likes time off just as much as anyone else. He enjoys waking up late most of all. He’s a bit of a night owl, and can’t really get to sleep at night. Sometimes he takes to prowling the streets at night. He enjoys the darkness and strange stillness, and likes to imagine ghosts fingering on the edges of his vision. Now and then he spooks himself with it, but mostly he finds it enjoyable. But with all this roaming, he’s often tired whe e has to wake up early the next morning. By noon he’s tired himself out. When he gets the chance, he likes to catch a quick nap. He can fall asleep anywhere, and often in the strangest positions. After finding him asleep in various places, some of his colleagues have nicknamed him the “Railroad Cat.” Once he’s had a nap, he’s full of energy, nervous and yet sturdy. When given the chance, he likes to get his energy out in physical activities like sports or dancing. He has good stamina for the physical labor of his work. One physical activity he does not enjoy, though, is fighting. He’s a strong young man, but doesn’t have the form or fire to get into a real fight. Still, he’s not easily cowed, and will defend himself or others when necessary. He relies heavily on bluffing to get people to back down, but someone with nerves of steel may be able to outdo him. He prefers to solve problems in some other way.

Likes

Attention

Nighttime

Romance

Waking Up Late

Rain

Ghosts

History

Scary Stories

Honesty

Competition

Dislikes

Kids

Fighting

English Books

Early Morning

Sarcasm

Manipulation

Misunderstandings

Rudeness

Seeming Stupid

Getting Spooked

Strengths

Energy

History

Dancing

Bluffing

Romance

Quick Learning

Politeness

Loyalty

Strong Nerves

Amiableness

Weaknesses

Illiterate

Naivety

Seriousness

Awkwardness

Sleepiness

Fighting

Cultural Difference

Drinking

Openness

Obsessiveness

Backstory

Isak was born in Sweden. His father owned a butcher shop, while his mother cleaned houses. They got by, but they were certainly never rich. Isak started working young, and his parents were constantly talking of the day he could support them and they could stop working so hard. Isak got good grades, and had good prospects. He was only fourteen when a couple of men came to his town. They were from America, and spoke of great wealth to be had there. They were taking young men across the sea, and Isak was eager to go. He was among the lucky ones chosen, and promised to send money back to his parents. He sailed across the sea to the East Coast of America, and from there he was piled into a wagon train with other workers. He was lost and confused the whole way, but had to trust that things would work out. On the way there, he met Bud, a retired mine who took pity and taught Isak some English. Finally they arrived to work on the railway. The pay was nothing like it was promised, the conditions not good, but Isak adjusted as best he could and worked hard. He dedicated his time to learning English. He’s been working here for a while, moving across Arizona. A few months ago they ran into a huge engineering issue, and have been trying to work it out. So the workers have been staying in the town.

Family

Gerda Blomqvist

Mother

A house cleaner and the one who looked after the household. She was strict and a bit overbearing, but she was always proud of Isak. She wanted more than anything for him to do well. He hasn’t seen her in the last few years, and is too embarrassed about his low pay to contact her.

Torsten Blomqvist

Father

A butcher, a gentle but tired man who was well-liked by customers. He held onto hope that Isak would help the family do better financially. He and Gerda were very much in love. Isak hasn’t contacted him either in a few years.

Critters

Isak doesn’t have any sort of pet or livestock. He’s always fancied he’d like to get himself a dog, but he’s not sure where he’d find one. It would be nice to have a loyal friend like that.

Other

None

Do you believe William?

Isak doesn’t know a whole lot about the situation. He’s only been here a few months. He’s not sure if he believes William, but even if he did, what could all of them do about it? If the townsfolk want to start a posse, that has very little to do with him. He’s still mulling over the whole strange affair.

Biologist at Work said:

Freedom said:

Name: Ryker Rider Rivera

Nickname(s): Ri, River, Coyote, Wiley, Fox

Age: 26 years

Gender: Male

Posistion: Ranchhand at DR

Sexuality: Not quite sure, Straight?

Appearance: Ryker is a 6'1 man with a strikingly handsome, chisled face coming down to a sharp, strong jawline and a wide, white smile. He is quite muscular but still athletic and lithe, wiry muscle instead of bulky muscle. With sparkling amber eyes he is a sight to behold, usually wearing a wide grin that lights up the world around him. Usually wearing faded jeans and a button up t-shirt of a blue or brown shade of color with the topmost buttons undone around 3 down for comfort in the Arizona heat. Dark brown leather cowboy boots and a light cowboy hat finish off the whole down to earth appearance. A 4 inch scar curls across his right cheek, and other various scars are in different places. Long thin scars that look like whip marks trace across his back, faded from time. The man has pitch black hair and some unkempt scruff around his sharp jawline and upper lip. A holster always on his hip and a sheath on his other hip, Ryker ALWAYS has his pistol and dagger. One tattoo has been imprinted on his well-tanned skin- a coyote looming over a cow skull, all black, on his chest. No one really knows it is there, except for catching it every once in a while when it is quite hot and he has his shirt unbuttoned more than usual.

Personality: Ryker acts quite inmature sometimes, doing rather stupid things and messing around like a teenager, but when the situation needs it he is focused, concentrated, and ready for duty. He is a jokester and a trickster at heart, always teasing people to the max and playing silly pranks that usually get him in trouble. He is a daredevil, always tryng new things that might make something easier and also may permanently maime him for life. Mischief twinkles in his amber eyes, and he is not afraid to take risks. He is determined, corageous, and brave, and will stop at nothing to protect someone he cares about. Ryker is very loyal, if not a bit stubborn. When someone threatens someone he cares about, he will go into full on attack mode without thinking and throw his all in. However stupid he may seem at times he is cunning, and always seeming to make trouble in one way or another. His name is Ryker but he is usually called *Stop that* *what are you doing* *come back here this instant* and *don't do that*. By most of the ranch hands he has been dubbed Wiley because of his fox-like attributes.

Backstory: Ryker was raised in Texas on a small cattle ranch, The Flying Bulls Ranch, in the middle of nowhere. His father was a cruel man, abusive in many ways, but he got the job done on the ranch. Ryker was set to work since the age of 5, not getting a chance to interact with other kids or play. Whenever he tried to talk back or escape hs work he would get punished severely, being whipped until his back was torn, blood was puddling on the floor, and he couldn't stand. His mother was just as strict, and he thought her favorite thing to do was whack him across the hand with rulers, or spank him till he pretended to pass out. Ryker was molded and whipped into a perfect obedient worker, and leaped away from the farm as soon as he turned 15- he was not staying there any longer. With just the clothes on his mangled back he ran. Working as a stable boy at one of the fancier stables in a bigger town in Texas, he earned enough money for food and the train fare to Arizona. With that Ryker traveled to the different state, hoping never to see his family again. He got dropped off and got pointed in the direction of the DR Ranch, making the long trek out there, it taking days. By the time he got there he was hungry and dirty, but he could work. The ranch offered him a job, with no money but just food, to prove how good he was- and he is still there 11 years later as one of their most trusted hands.

Family: Explained in backstory. Father: Jones Micheal Rivera, deceased. Mother: Elizabeth Swan Rivera, deceased. No other important family members.

Affiliations: Adelaide Angeline-Elayne Louvé- After coming from a place of hardship, Ryker was a changed man but still kept some of his personality. Under better circumstances he would have been a well-kept, kind guy... but that was not so. A favorite pastime he found was playing pranks and making people mad with his partner in crime, Adelaide. There were a lot of different words to describe their interesting "relationship", but most say they are rather close. Of course, Ryker would never admit being too close but he did enjoy the friendship- if it could be called that.

Critters: A beautiful Quarter Horse mare called Forged In Fire, or Sahara as a barn name, a fine specimen and a rather calm mare. She has a stunning grey pelt with a siver mane and black smokey, sooty dapples covering her back and haunches.

A wild dog that was roaming around the town, Ryker thinks part German Shepherd and part Border Collie. He named the dog Rex, and fed it with all the extra money he had. Rex comes and goes, but when he does come he always goes to Ryker.

Other: N/A

Do You Believe William?: He firmly believes the new boss, and there's not much more to say about it. He was always loyal, and even though William seemed a bit... off his rails, Ryker did believe that this was no animal attack.

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