Can I reserve a cowgirl, please? This sounds fun :D

Reserved :DD

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.

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

Other

He’s 10/10 gonna crush on someone, i just gotta decide who >:3

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Name

Name Meaning*

Name Pronunciation

Gender

Sexuality*

Occupation:

Age*

Appearance

Jamie stands tall at 5’8”, with a solid 180 lbs of mostly lean muscle built from a life of wrangling, repairing fences, and leading long trail rides. She carries her weight with confident strength and quiet grace, her body shaped by the land she works and loves.

Her skin bears a natural tan, the kind only earned from years of work under the open sun. Her complexion is warm, with the occasional freckle or sun-kissed streak across her cheeks and shoulders. Her dark brown eyes are expressive and intense, framed by long, enviable lashes that often say more than her words do.

Jamie’s facial features are strikingly symmetrical, with a rounded face, softly defined cheekbones, and a well-proportioned nose. Her lips are naturally full with a subtle, serious curve—rarely smiling without reason, but captivating when she does. There’s a quiet strength and understated beauty that turns heads, even when she’s covered in trail dust or sweat.

Her dark brown hair falls to her mid-back and is nearly always kept tied back in a braid or low ponytail for work. While she may dress rough, Jamie maintains her appearance in subtle ways—her nails are always neatly manicured, clean and practical, a silent nod to her polished upbringing beneath her tough exterior.

She typically wears form-fitting, flexible riding jeans, her old scuffed cowboy boots, and a fitted tank top or light, breathable long-sleeve shirt, depending on the weather. Her outfits are practical but flattering, chosen for movement and durability.

On her left inner forearm, Jamie has a highly detailed tattoo of a rearing horse—each line and muscle carefully inked to show power, movement, and control. It’s a tribute to the independence she’s claimed and the legacy she’s forging apart from her family name.

Personality

Jamie Cavill is the definition of grit—tenacious, sharp-witted, and stubborn as a mule when it comes to doing things her way. She doesn’t hesitate to roll up her sleeves and do the dirty work, earning the respect of every hand on the ranch not with words, but with sheer determination and tireless effort. As Head Foreman, she expects a lot from others—but she expects twice as much from herself.

Despite her commanding presence, Jamie tends to keep a quiet emotional distance from most people. She’s self-conscious about her looks, never fully believing the compliments she's been given. Growing up, few people ever showed real romantic interest in her—whether it was due to her guarded nature, her intimidating strength, or being constantly compared to her more refined family. As a result, she often struggles to see herself as beautiful or desirable, brushing off flattery with sarcasm or disbelief.

When she’s alone—or at least thinks she is—Jamie lets down her walls. She’ll hum or softly sing while working, especially around horses or when out riding. Her voice is hauntingly beautiful, soulful and warm, a gift she shares with animals far more easily than with people. She's embarrassed by the idea of singing in front of others, worried it would feel too vulnerable or draw attention she doesn’t want.

Jamie’s temper is another trait she wrestles with—quick to ignite when someone questions her authority, challenges her integrity, or underestimates her because she’s a woman. She’ll lash out with sharp words and a piercing glare, though she often regrets it later. Her anger is a defense mechanism—a shield to hide pain, frustration, or deep-seated fear of failure.

Still, underneath the grit and fire, Jamie is loyal, protective, and driven by a quiet yearning for belonging. She wants to be seen—not just for her skill, but for who she truly is. And though she rarely says it, she longs for someone who sees past the walls and chooses her anyway.

Voice & Accent*

Strengths

• Excellent horsewoman and cattle handler

• Strong leadership and problem-solving under pressure

• Mechanically inclined—can repair fences, trucks, and tools on the fly

• Calm, steady presence in a crisis

• Gifted singing voice that soothes animals and people alike

• Physically strong, able to keep pace with any ranch hand

Weaknesses

• Stubborn; refuses help even when she needs it

• Emotionally guarded and prone to bottling things up

• Haunted by guilt over lying about her identity

• Struggles to trust others with vulnerability

• Torn loyalties between her birth family and Big Lake Ranch

Affiliations

• Big Lake Ranch – Working under the name Jamie Hart, she serves as Head Foreman. Known for her hard work, fairness, and ability to keep the wranglers in line.

• The Cavill Ranch – Her true family: a powerful and wealthy rival ranching empire. Her father believes she’s off studying business and ranch management out of state. Only a select few know the truth.

Other: Please let me know if I missed anything or if you would like me to update anything.

Her mount is a deep chocolate palomino stallion that is a Friesian/Quarter horse cross. His name is Waylon and he has a badger face and two vibrant blue eyes. He stands at 17.3 hh with dappling on his coat that shows more in the spring/summer. He is pretty even tempered for a stallion but loves to work cows and getting into mischief. Behaves himself around mares as well and has the quarter horse muscling with the Friesian feathers.

Name:

Raisa Rain Whitlock

Name Meaning*

Raisa means adaptable

Name Pronunciation

RAY – ee - Sa

Gender

Female

Sexuality*

A Bisexual flirt, especially with the ladies

Age*

25

Appearance

Raisa stands at 5’7, her frame sculpted by years of hard labor under open skies and long days in the saddle. With lean muscle that moves like coiled steel, she has the strength of someone used to hauling bales of hay, wrangling cattle, and fixing broken fence posts before breakfast. Her skin is a warm sun-kissed tan, peppered with slightly darker freckles that sweep across her nose, shoulders, and forearms; subtle signs of a life lived mostly outdoors.

Her blonde hair is thick and healthy despite the dust and sweat, cascading in loose waves all the way to her waist, often braided or tied back with a leather cord when she's working. Wispy bangs frame her face and soften the intensity of her features. Her green eyes are striking, though only one meets your gaze. The left eye is clouded, a pale and unseeing reminder of the crash that nearly took her life and gave her the long scar that slices down her left forearm, from elbow to wrist like a silver ribbon of survival.

Raisa’s usual attire is practical and low-key: weather-worn jeans, worn-in flannel or tank tops, and always boots caked with dry mud. Her wardrobe leans toward comfort and durability, though she’s not above throwing on a crop top when the summer heat bites or shrugging into a leather jacket when heading into town. Her posture is confident, relaxed, like someone who doesn’t need to say much to make her presence known.

Personality

There's a quiet intensity to her, watchful and grounded, with the kind of eyes (or eye) that seem to notice everything, from a horse’s limp to the twitch of someone's jaw during a lie. She’s friendly but reserved, often slow to trust, but once you're in her circle, she’ll defend you like kin. There's a flirty fire to her, especially when the right woman walks by; a smirk here, a teasing glance there. And when the drinks start flowing, her guard drops fast and she becomes loud and laughing, a wild-hearted thing full of stories and dares.

Though she hides it well behind grit and good humor, Raisa carries the weight of dreams that didn’t quite make it; a failed shot at becoming a photographer, and the bitter legacy of her father’s ranch, nothing more than a decaying barn and giant mud puddle now. And now she’s out to prove that she’s more than just the scar and a failed rancher's daughter. She's as stubborn as the land she works, and twice as dangerous if you cross her.

Voice & Accent*

She has more of a southern Appalachian accent

Strengths

Very observant, down to the tiniest detail

Good at understanding animal body language

Weaknesses

Blind in her left eye

Her left arm is a little weaker

Affiliations

Completely open! Friends or potential partners welcome!

Other

She has a favorite paint horse she calls Queen that she rides everywhere.

Her father's ranch used to join in the tradition, but they lost everything because of his gambling addiction.

Can I reserve a cowgirl?

Reserving Head Foreman & A Cowboy

Reserved ;)

Yes pookie I've got you down >:3

If it is needed I am willing to switch her position as needed. :)