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* ﹙☼﹚ PINE » J(O)INING - parks. - 02-05-2020
[align=center][div style="width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.2; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"] frost bites — a harsh , yet playful nip upon stiff fingertips . malachi welcomes the silent greeting . fine crystals of white adorn her face like jewelry ; salt and pepper hued , the way snow collects in dark curls , and dusts over brows . it's quite the foil to bluestem’s arid climate ; something she didn’t necessarily favor . instead of the flurry of delicate white that clings to your clothes like a desperate child to loving mother , it’s the brown of dirt and dust that leaves one choking . deprives of oxygen . the sun and the rays that blistered were uncomfortable with their presence . uninviting and agitating . she couldn’t stand the heat that refused to leave her , leaving pale skin slicked in sweat and nerves pricked like sandpaper grate against flesh . bluestem wasn't much of a sight for sore eyes itself . unless , that is , backwoods living was more of your aesthetic . with beaten trailer homes, withered trees of acacia , and miles upon miles of dry grasslands ; she'd be more than gracious enough to allow you to keep that one . the image was only good for the photos .
in contrast , however , many are adverse to the cold . unwelcoming and melancholic in feeling , as commonly described . malachi can’t say her views hold the same , but she's never been one to conform to the common thinking of sheep . there’s more contempt for the beach than there is for sheets of ice and trees capped with white . dependent on mood ; glacial settings is where her mental thrives . darker atmosphere invites even colder thoughts , though masked by a beauty no one can quite describe . she'd rather you remain silent . it’s always best to not speak , but admire . however , as opposed to crystalline mountains ; golden-spread beaches are faux symbols of radiant joy . the ultimate pillar of deception . arrogant and boastful . conceited . its holy image worshiped — romanticized to the point all's reduced to blind praise . the epicenter of liberation , the image tries to sell ; sun-soaked warmth and positive feeling . it's a bitter thought .
it makes her nostrils flare . the beach may look holy , but once you venture past pale granules of sand spread seemingly forever , you stand face-to-face with a vast ocean of secrets . what lurks in those waters ? who’s to say . but one thing’s for certain , it’s one hell of an ugly thing , and it’d drag you down into the depths of black with it . devil in disguise ; he just so happens to be cloaked by the sun . if that’s the case , she’d rather suffocate in a bed of white , than sleep in faux comfort under a blanket of gold . at least , at light , she’s aware of what she’s dealing with .
of course , considering her rather unique greeting and the experiences following , time spent in the group’s company wasn’t all wasted . memorable in it’s own way , though , not ultimately enough to tie her down to the place with sentiments . malachi could appreciate it for what it was , sure . a fuel to fleeting amusement . unfortunately , those looking for the attribute of unwavering loyalty — she wasn’t quite the individual they’d be graced with the luck of having . don’t trust her to keep ties bound . like a wildfire , full of smoke and rage , she'll burn all bridges just to keep herself warm . oh , so selfish . malachi simply can't help it . she's only useful for the time being . stagnant flow of familiarity and routine means nothing to her . malachi’s a tumbleweed caught within the storm of life . non-committal . here today and gone the next . she’ll leave them in her good graces , though . that’s nice enough , yeah ? hopefully they don’t hold too much derision for her in return . abandonment’s not something she’d take well either , though , again , she bears the mark of a hypocrite on both sleeves .
feet sink deep within the snow the farther she treads . aimless in travel , there's no set destination she holds hopes of reaching anytime soon . her back sits heavy with all that rests upon it , the bulk of her backpack , slapping against her . admittedly , exhaustion's settling in , eyelids growing heavy . pale green eyes are low — hooded and lethargic , but who's quite to blame it on the lack of energy ? admittedly , she's still a little high from the joint she smoked several minutes prior . head clouded , she felt the trip'd be better spent a little faded . that , she can't quite help either . call it a bad habit . it'll be alright . malachi lets a yawn escape her . features crease as eyes shut tight , breath visible in the chilled breeze . throwing her arms above her head , fingers interlocking in stretch , she's satisfied when a subtle pop emits from tight muscles . malachi gives her back a small rub . now to keep on moving . she can feel icicles begin to form on the edge of hey eyelashes ; pink lips chapped with cold . the frigid air is starting to seep in her bones . not enough to urge concern . malachi will always assert that she's fine , regardless , but truthfully , she's not at all bothered . she adjusts the furred parka that hugs her figure , her hood now held over head .
into a curtain of white , she advances ; the now violent reign of wind and snow , beating upon the mountains . shadows engulfed , she disappears just as quick as she arrives , though , who's quite to assert she's had enough of this glacial wonderland ? maybe this time , like the ice to the world below , she'll stick around .
Re: * ﹙☼﹚ PINE » J(O)INING - EDMUND. - 02-05-2020
Edmund had not been one to willingly welcome the plight of a blizzard. For more months than not, a blizzard was all that this environment could be reduced to. Bitterly cold; the kind of numbing cold which could almost be compared to as near circumpolar. But, Eddie didn’t choose to be here. In fact, he doubted that many chose to remain here for too long. But, it’d been Alfred’s idea to seek refuge somewhere where nobody would find them. What were they running away from? Well, Edmund felt like, at that point, they were running away from the whole world.
At first, Edmund had been bitter, silently resentful and, like a volcano waiting to erupt, it’d only be time before he boiled over. It’d taken months for him to reach that point, a man so tolerant of the life he’d received until he began to enjoy the company of Flintlock Lodge. This was beginning to feel like home, an unsettling sensation which he welcomed so readily because this was nothing like how he’d been raised, yet exactly how he’d grown up all the same. There was little violence, but there was unity. Strength in numbers, yet sensitive. It confused Eddie; how could a group so rigidly enforced be so benevolent?
One day, he lost control. It came on the day that his brother died. Dominik almost had it all - they’d located his own family, and Eddie had never seen Nik so bright and enthusiastic in months. Dominik almost had it all until Alfred shot him three times. It was a pain which demanded to be felt and so, in retaliation, Eddie killed the man who had changed his life.
Alfred wanted order within his sons, a megalomaniac who would stop at nothing to maintain it. He wanted their minds as bitter and cold as the winds of Flintlock Lodge. He would refuse to hold any sentiment towards the group because all they were good for were the resources they provided so that he could run away like a coward. Edmund was supposed to hold the same opinion.
Instead, Edmund felt almost defiant towards his father. He was devoted entirely to his family, but family had to be earned. All but his father had given him good reason to protect them, stand up for them, and so if it were between his father and his brothers, he’d end the life of the man that taught him everything he knew.
Sometimes Edmund felt remorseful when he walked these lands. In fact, he often felt guilt more than joy or anxiety or pain. It ate at him like a virus digging through into his system. He was plagued, diseased and aching with regret. A survivor’s guilt. The horror of being the one to end his own father’s life. The torment of being the reason why his own brother died.
He’d been a hero that day, but he’d saved everyone but himself.
Boots submerged beneath thick blankets of snow as Ed trudged on his patrol. Whether or not people noticed, he tended to avoid the area which had once been stained with his brother’s blood if he could help it. But, he couldn’t help but stop upon noticing a woman walking by that very place, seemingly unfazed. Ed watched for a moment, curious yet somewhat perplexed by her nonchalant (perhaps exhausted?) demeanor, before he chose to stalk over quietly. ❝ It’s not the greatest of conditions to be walking around in. ❞ He called out matter-of-factly, features stoic as he observed the woman. ❝ Are you looking for Flintlock Lodge? ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 01/07]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ skipper of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago
appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 80% // current injuries: stitches on side of head where his head was slammed into ice and a chest infection following a near-drowning experience.
⋟ mental health - 70% // depression and deluded thoughts
personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor
relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]
At first, Edmund had been bitter, silently resentful and, like a volcano waiting to erupt, it’d only be time before he boiled over. It’d taken months for him to reach that point, a man so tolerant of the life he’d received until he began to enjoy the company of Flintlock Lodge. This was beginning to feel like home, an unsettling sensation which he welcomed so readily because this was nothing like how he’d been raised, yet exactly how he’d grown up all the same. There was little violence, but there was unity. Strength in numbers, yet sensitive. It confused Eddie; how could a group so rigidly enforced be so benevolent?
One day, he lost control. It came on the day that his brother died. Dominik almost had it all - they’d located his own family, and Eddie had never seen Nik so bright and enthusiastic in months. Dominik almost had it all until Alfred shot him three times. It was a pain which demanded to be felt and so, in retaliation, Eddie killed the man who had changed his life.
Alfred wanted order within his sons, a megalomaniac who would stop at nothing to maintain it. He wanted their minds as bitter and cold as the winds of Flintlock Lodge. He would refuse to hold any sentiment towards the group because all they were good for were the resources they provided so that he could run away like a coward. Edmund was supposed to hold the same opinion.
Instead, Edmund felt almost defiant towards his father. He was devoted entirely to his family, but family had to be earned. All but his father had given him good reason to protect them, stand up for them, and so if it were between his father and his brothers, he’d end the life of the man that taught him everything he knew.
Sometimes Edmund felt remorseful when he walked these lands. In fact, he often felt guilt more than joy or anxiety or pain. It ate at him like a virus digging through into his system. He was plagued, diseased and aching with regret. A survivor’s guilt. The horror of being the one to end his own father’s life. The torment of being the reason why his own brother died.
He’d been a hero that day, but he’d saved everyone but himself.
Boots submerged beneath thick blankets of snow as Ed trudged on his patrol. Whether or not people noticed, he tended to avoid the area which had once been stained with his brother’s blood if he could help it. But, he couldn’t help but stop upon noticing a woman walking by that very place, seemingly unfazed. Ed watched for a moment, curious yet somewhat perplexed by her nonchalant (perhaps exhausted?) demeanor, before he chose to stalk over quietly. ❝ It’s not the greatest of conditions to be walking around in. ❞ He called out matter-of-factly, features stoic as he observed the woman. ❝ Are you looking for Flintlock Lodge? ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 01/07]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ skipper of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago
appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 80% // current injuries: stitches on side of head where his head was slammed into ice and a chest infection following a near-drowning experience.
⋟ mental health - 70% // depression and deluded thoughts
personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor
relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]