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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Mar 23, 2020 16:15:47 GMT -5
but I jumped right in and the fire went wild
β THE GANG β As I said on the main page, I don't have specific expectations for character forms. I love it when people go all out and make super developed forms, but I know a lot of people hate that kind of thing. So it's completely up to you! Because there are so few main characters, I think it would be fun if this page was dedicated entirely to them. Feel free to post songs that remind you of them, or develop backstories, or make collages of pictures. Whatever feels right! Then again, if you'd rather do that entirely in rp, that's fine too.
You can post here as often as you want. We'll keep the roleplaying and plotting related to the story on the main page, but all character related stuff can be stored here!
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 23, 2020 18:27:16 GMT -5
Delilah Flora Munch the barmaid
age: twenty-five || birthday: february 27 height: 4'10 ft || weight: 120 lbs nicknames: n/a
- - - - - - - - - -- x Upon first glance it can be pretty hard to comprehend just how this woman has survived this long in a lawless gang, let alone survive this long in a world as harsh as this. Nothing about her looks tough, except maybe for the long scar that starts at the bridge of her right cheek down to about the middle of her throat. Beyond that though she has a soft appearance. With a rounded face, small nose, and wide doe eyes that sparkle with a soft green color, Delilah appears approachable, friendly, and warm. The rest of her appearance reflects this as well. She has fluffy, somewhat medium length, mousy brown hair that she tends to let loose. This causes it to get rather wild in places, but she isn't exactly the vain type if anything. Her skin tone is somewhat naturally tanned with freckles splashing across her features here and there, most noticeable across her cheeks. While part of a gang and on the run more often than not, her physique doesn't exactly fit that stereotype. Only standing at four feet and ten inches, she's quite short, and then add the fact that she is somewhat on the heavier set side, she doesn't look like a member of a lawless, ruthless gang. But looks can certainly be deceiving, and Delilah is living proof of that for sure.
At first her warm and welcoming appearance isn't a lie. Delilah is a rather sweet and happy-go-lucky woman despite everything going on in the world around her. She has a very nurturing air to her, rather motherly and does tend to take "the mom" role within the gang more often than not. She puts it upon herself to make sure the gang is as healthy and as well off as they can be, and it's not uncommon to find her doting on somebody for something. But of course, every coin has two sides to it, and just like a coin there's another side to Delilah, a side to her that has most definitely kept her alive. In high action situations or during times that put too much stress on her, she turns into somebody that was once motherly and gentle to somebody who isn't afraid to jump into the action and take down anything in her way. It can be hard to figure out when she's in one of her "moods" as she calls them as there are more stressful things around than not. Even still she knows not to harm the gang or anybody that she deems as a friend. And while a gun would be the most useful weapon to have, Delilah is much more skilled with knives. She knows her way around a gun if the situation calls for it, but it's more common to find her slashing down enemies with a blade. Honestly, there's a lot of different aspects to this woman, and it's always a gamble on what you're going to get with her. She's something else, that's for sure, but despite everything she does deeply care about those she has grown attached to, and that has to count for something.
-- x Born in Tennessee -- x She rides a buckskin quarter horse mare named Buttercup
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Mar 23, 2020 19:08:15 GMT -5
but I jumped right in and the fire went wild
β WREN PENELOPE CARTRIGHT β | Age 26 | Female | Born in the territory of Wyoming | "The Widow" |
"Aren't you a little young to be a widow?" she used to hate hearing this, but now it's rather flattering. Sure enough, she's rather attractive--that is, if you like skinny little things and aren't afraid to get bit. She has a pearly, slightly vampiric smile and flowing brown hair. Her skin tans easily though is light olive naturally. Her eyes are cornflower blue. She's never had babies, though she loves to hold them. Other than that, she's fierce as a rabid coyote and doesn't take kindly to strangers. There are friendlier girls out there, and she isn't the type to charm those she doesn't take a liking to. She likes to pretend she has good intuition about people.
SKIN TONE: light/olive HAIR COLOR: reddish brown HAIR LENGTH/TEXTURE: long (falls to mid-back), slight curl (more obvious in humidity or when it's been up) EYE COLOR: cornflower blue BODY TYPE: thin, petite (5'3), slight FACE: framed by loose curls, slim nose, almond-shaped skeptical eyes, slim nose, vampiric smile (pointy incisors), dark lashes, defined brows, smaller features, scar on her upper right lip CLOTHES: functional, well-worn; skin-tight trousers, white blouse (half unbuttoned), dark brown hat with a bluejay feather pin
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Mar 23, 2020 20:00:34 GMT -5
but I jumped right in and the fire went wild
β MORGAN HUSTACE REDFOWLE β | Age 38 | Male | Born in Georgia | "The Sheriff"
Gruff, tall, mustached, he's likely exactly what you picture when you imagine a sheriff. Sometimes he likes to amuse himself by pinning a shiny star to his chest and acting like he enforces the law rather than breaking it. But, if you look close enough, you'll see the outlaw in 'im too. He's got a bit of a gut because he's a fan of the bottle, and his boots are worn because he's a fan of poker. Morgan is pale of complexion, so he wears a hat to protect his face from the sun. His skin is a bit weathered from years on the road, though some consider him a bit of a charmer, 'cause he's got a nice face. His eyes are dark brown, and he sports a groomed beard of sandy blonde. Morgan is much taller than most he meets, and the body of a man who knows how to throw a bale of hay. He carries a shiny pair of pistols on his hips, and a shotgun is sometimes slung across his back. He rides a palomino horse named Mayo.
SKIN TONE: light, does not tan well HAIR COLOR: dusty blonde HAIR LENGTH/TEXTURE: shortish, straight EYE COLOR: whiskey brown BODY TYPE: tall (6'3), burly, strong FACE: often scowling, thinish lips, defined jawline, dark brows, well groomed facial hair, mostly straight nose, a spattering of freckles, signs of weather and age CLOTHES: a mix of well worn and clearly won in a game of poker; trousers, a shirt, a band of ammo, a silver-buckled belt, red vest, black hat with a white feather, scuffed boots
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Post by πβππ π£π on Mar 23, 2020 20:42:27 GMT -5
Clarence βAceβ Alameda Barlow - the ace Clarence βAceβ Barlow
Clarence βAceβ Alameda Barlow 20 || Male || Born in the Wyoming Territory || Birthday: May 21st || The Ace Clarence - otherwise known as βAceβ as he hates the name Clarence - is a tall, gangly looking man with not nearly enough meat on his bones to look very threatening. He stands at about 6β1 and is rather lean and thin, weighing just enough to barely put him at an average weight. Any muscle he does have to him isnβt much and is well hidden by his lean figure. Now, Ace is a rather unique looking man, as he has vitiligo, creating large white splashed against his lightly tanned skin, and while most of the white patches are hidden underneath his clothes, however his hands are almost completely white with only a few small patches of his normal skin color, and he has patches of white going down his neck and a large splash of white on his face, covering his mouth, going up his nose, and covering a good amount of his forehead. The white isnβt just limited to his skin either, as he also has various patches of white in his dark brown hair, which is about chin length and slightly curly. His eyes are a startling, bright, light sky blue.
Ace grew up on the streets with his brother, Clement βRangerβ Barlow, neither of them had a lot of money but they were able to make due and both found different ways to start earning money. Ace pursued an education, while Ranger helped out at as a cowhand to a nearby ranch. However not long ago, Ranger fell sick and neither of them had enough money to get him the care he needed. So Ace turned to other ways to make some money. Gambling. At first it was just to get Ranger the medicine he needed, but then Ace discovered something...exciting. He was really good at it. He got pulled in and started to take more and more risks, even going as far as to keep a lucky card up his sleeve and cheat his way to victory if need be. However he got too cocky and put everything - even that what he did not have - on the line and he lost it all, falling into a great deal of debt to the man he had lost to. Ace tried to win it back, however he ended up just putting himself into more and more debt, which made it impossible to give Ranger the medicine he needed to survive. Guilt ridden, Ace left Ranger in their hometown, promising him that he would come back as soon as he had the money needed to help him. However things didnβt quite go to plan when the zombie outbreak happened. Ace still hasnβt been able to make it back to his brother, and by now heβs given up hope that Ranger is even still alive. Due to this, heβs become rather reserved and quiet, keeping a majority of his past hidden from the group he had found himself in now, and although he is very polite when spoken too, heβs guarded and slow to open up to others.
It should also be noted that when he left, he took the family horse: Tex (a strawberry roan stallion) with him and is very protective of his horse and will often remark on how he prefers the company of Tex to actual people, sometimes even talking to him despite knowing the horse canβt actually talk back.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Mar 23, 2020 23:29:16 GMT -5
(Thanks! Iβm not as proud of that one as I have been of others, but I got his design across and thatβs what counts, on that note, I hope his design is okay?)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Mar 24, 2020 0:39:20 GMT -5
Alright, at least for now, I think I finished my form!
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Post by πβππ π£π on Mar 24, 2020 0:41:49 GMT -5
Iβm excited to use him, ngl Which, Iβll try to get a reply on the main page up tonight!
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 24, 2020 1:15:42 GMT -5
alright, i think delilah's form is finished now! let me know if there's anything i need to change ^^
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 24, 2020 16:22:38 GMT -5
[ it's all good! and thanks, i suck at descriptions so drawing the character is usually easier for me ]
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Post by halogen on Apr 3, 2020 21:15:22 GMT -5
Ok, here is my attempt at a character profile (this is my first time doing an RP on these forms and I really don't have experience with the cool formatting everyone else is doing.
Howard Morse - The Sharpshooter Age: 32 Height: 5'8 Birthday: July 27 Howard is a quiet person, the type that a you notice last when you see the gang enter a room or public square. But surprisingly, the air he gives off isn't the intimidating kind of quiet - he doesn't seem antisocial, he certainly doesn't just sit and look brooding, or act aloof in the way you would expect from an outlaw like him - he seems reserved in a pleasant way, not particularly charismatic but not someone you would be annoyed by, let alone someone you would fear for your life around. In fact he doesn't have much of a problem with small talk - he can talk for hours about the weather, and not just in the stereotypical small talk way - a love for the harsh but beautiful environment is the one sentimentality he allows himself. He fancies himself a bit of a meteorologist, and experience has given him some insight in that field, though he is still uneducated and not as smart as he sometimes thinks he is. But whether he quietly sits around or you exchange pleasantries with him, you'll never hear any insight from him, he will never give away anything about himself - not even much to the gang he travels with. Howard was born far away from this blight-infested land. He was born on the east coast, in Pennsylvania, and he made the journey here out of... not naΓ―vetΓ©, certainly. He rarely even talks about where he grew up because he knows others will get that impression, that he was really such a pie-in-the-sky dreamer that he thought he could make a better life here. No, he knew about the Blights, he knew how horrible it could be out there. He tells anyone who forces him to, and himself too, that it was simply logic. He had fought in a war before, he knew how to shoot a gun, and, well, he was useless at anything else so really why not move somewhere where he could be useful? And he is useful - he knows how to kill Blights before they even get close enough to be a threat, and is perhaps the most efficient killer of the group. He can even get a bit cocky about it - not about the shooting itself, he just does that without any dramatics, but when he's "cleared" a group of Blights or other threats and likes to bask in the relaxing silence he's earned for himself and his comrades. The truth is he would be the first to panic if things went really wrong and the enemy was close up. And he's capable of utterly ruthless acts when he is afraid. Howard was the oldest child of six (the oldest by five years, the others were much closer together in age), raised in a poor family. His parents were very young when he was born; so much so that there were always rumors his mother had really gotten pregnant before her marriage and had married to cover it up. In any case, he always had the sense that his parents favored his younger siblings, born when they had matured a bit and knew how to raise children. Not out of malice, just out of a sense that his younger siblings were their chance to be the parents they had wanted to be, while it was too late for him. He never resented his siblings for it; he didn't care much for a protective big brother role but he was always kind to them and could be surprisingly fun when he was in the mood, regaling his siblings with random musings and various knickknacks he would collect when he walked around outside (He's never really outgrown that, he still likes to collect things, such as how he has a working project to find leaves from every tree he comes across in his journey, and he's interested in precious gemstones for more than just the monetary value). And he was a cowardly type, much more visibly then he is now. He would try to hide it by acting intimidating and a bully to his younger and weaker peers (he had more bravado as a child), though he would find any excuse to get away from anyone else, and he ran into bullies himself ill the form of those who could tell how he was beneath his toughness and were happy to pick him as a victim. He was terrified of death, and religion never seemed like much of a comfort to him like it did to his parents. His father was ambitious, but not competent, or lucky, enough to back it up, so they usually remained in poverty. His mother was a lot like Howard himself in the ways the the hates to admit; quiet, in a pleasant way that hid a certain ruthlessness. But Howard din't know just how ruthless that was until much later. When he was seventeen years old, a bad illness struck the family. His two youngest siblings died, and Howard's health suffered severely. He would be in a noticeably weakened physical state for the next year. Which should have put him out of commission for the war that was going on at the time. Should have. He didn't expect his parents, only months after the death of two of their children, to jump at the chance when offered a hefty sum of money to send him to the war in place of a rich man who had been drafted. He was just fit enough for a country desperate for soldiers to accept him, but weak enough that he thought he didn't have much chance to survive. But for once in his life he felt a perverse pride in it all; he would probably die, but maybe his parents would, with his death, see what they had done, then realize he wasn't a coward anymore and he was a better person than they had ever been. He vowed he would at least die bravely, he could at least manage that. And if he made it through the war - well, he would make it through, go somewhere far away and never have to see the parents who had cares so little for him again. And surprisingly, he excelled. He survived the war, took a few odd jobs, and started stealing to supplement his income at times, until he got a bit overconfident and ended up caught and in prison. While there, he was shocked by how horrific it was, and how much worse it somehow felt to be locked up, to have no real life at all, then all the times in his life when he was at real risk of death. He did encounter stories of the west from a fellow prisoner - well, several fellow prisoners, only one of whom he trusted to be honest about his experience and not be spinning obvious tall tales. He made another promise to himself then, as he often did and still does. This place was one where he could survive, where he could be useful, maybe even help people with his skills was a sharpshooter. He just had to prove to himself he was clever enough to survive. And he would prove that by escaping this prison, heading west, and never being found. He plotted the escape for months, and made it out, mostly with his cleverness and observance, plus a little help from the prisoner who had told them the stories, and, well, some violence. He encountered one guard of the prison, and brutally attack him so he wouldn't stop him from escape. Because, after all, Howard isn't really innocent, he's just not someone who acts "edgy" and "brooding" - there's a difference. And this, then, is the last reason that he wanted to spend his life fighting Blights in the west, yet another reason he would never admit. He likes fighting creatures who are just like people without emotion or language or anything else, because people are more complicated. Because while he is matter-of-fact with gunning down blights, he can be downright sadistic with real people. He can turn from his normal relatively indolent self to insanely determined when he makes a promise to himself to do so, and that goes for revenge too. He's quick to want to punish anyone who somehow insults him or his band, often disproportionately. When he's trying to do this for the rest of the gang, it's less out of a shared passion for an injustice they faced or deep caring for him and more out of an odd, cold loyalty he feels out of principle; for instance, he doesn't care much for gambling but if someone cheats while playing against one of his friends, then Howard will make sure that person pays. Even when it's not about some kind of revenge, he is often the one with the most ruthless ideas. He has enough self-awareness to know that a person like him will be able to do best for the world by killing dangerous things that aren't being human, but not enough self-awareness to really lament his worst qualities or try to change them. That said, it's not like all he can ever offer to his companions is some cold-blooded violence. He has a good memory for his journeys, aided by his collections, for practical things and for less practical things - you can always trust him to remember some silly event that happened years ago and tell it in a compelling way at some bar, all without deviating at all from how it really happened. Indeed, he has quite the sense of humor; his quietness does not mean endless seriousness. And when it comes to helping his gang he's willing to do so in ways that are not glamorous - he will always be the one to do the tough jobs willingly, though don't ever try to force him into something dangerous or difficult; he'll hold a grudge on you for a very long time for that, and he'll probably refuse even if it was something he would have otherwise done willingly. In terms of appearance, Howard is fairly average-looking. He has light brown eyes and darker brown hair and is somewhat heavyset and stronger than average but not exceptionally so.
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Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Apr 12, 2020 23:31:03 GMT -5
(Sorry it's taken so long to get a profile up! Was trying to finish school and now I'm done! ) Clyde Matthew NICKNAME: Charming AGE: 30 BORN: Tennessee BIRTHDAY: August 15 ROLE: The Wrangler Clyde stands at 6β0, his build lean and muscular showcasing his time working out in the fields of a farm. His skin is deeply tanned from the sun, threatening on looking burnt. Curly russet-colored hair nestles on top of his head. He never lets his hair get too long, always opting to cut it on the sides in a military-style like his mother used to do when he was a boy. Accenting his nickname, Clyde could be considered handsome. He has a strong straight nose, tired almond-shaped pale blue eyes which are framed by dark lashes, messy eyebrows, a warm and inviting lazy smile, a square jaw that could cut glass, and smile lines around his eyes showing his age. Clydeβs voice is deep and has a sweet southern drawl to it. His attire is fairly simple. A deep burgundy cotton button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a deep brown hat, dark-colored jeans, and dark brown boots. Clothes commonly worn by a ranch hand of sorts and showing the wear and tear to prove it. Never one to anger or annoy quickly, Clyde is always willing to help someone with something if he is able. He is an absolute gentleman and smiles often when speaking if only to disarm the other person. He is a little sassy and can be sarcastic at times but he doesnβt make a habit of it. Charming sticks true to his nickname. Calm, sweet, and patient with others he can charm just about anyone when he wants to. At least that's what he claims. Born in Tennessee, Clyde was raised to a single mother in a small town. It was there that he grew up and learned he could get away with just about anything if he smiled enough. He got into all kinds of trouble around that town, stealing and pulling pranks. It wasnβt until his mother got sick and died that he calmed down. Finding work on a nearby ranch when he was 14, Clyde worked with horses and farming until he was about 23 taking one of the horses (A Golden Dun with a white mane and tail named Whiskey) with him as a gift. By then he had enough money and knowledge to fend for himself. Not long after leaving the ranch did he run into his current family who heβs been with ever since.
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