IM ALWAYS WINNING THE WRONG GAME / o, joining + kinda stuck?

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Why would anyone live out in this snow?

ever step made his foot sink into the snow that seemed to get deeper with step. he guessed he should've expected this, all things considered. The blizzard that had raged only a few miles away must've affect this place in some way, too, but obviously not as bad. his pat legs were soaked from the mid calf down, and his feet numb from his socks and shoes also being soaked.

why would i chose to travel here?

oh, what a mistake, what a mistake. he was freezing, and he didn't know if this place even had people, so really, he was just waddling through snow for.. what might be nothing. at least if there were people, they'd be able to see him from a mile away with his bright orange suit and yellow vest.. and not to mention the carefully crafted clown makeup that pained his face and traveled down his face.

oh, arthur, you're such a.. clown.

he couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke, taking a big step in an attempt to get out of this snow quicker, but found himself in snow up to his knee.. somehow. he must've stepped in a hole, he realized, which made him let out a frustrated groan. the man looked around trying to find something for him to grab before he became some bear's lunch, or a frozen mummy like the iceman or whatever he was called. he didn't bother to remember.

he had no doubt that he was going to end up with frostbite if he didn't get out of the snow soon, but now he was stuck with his foot in a hole and buried in snow. if this was going to be how he went, he swore he was going to come back and haunt.. something. he didn't know yet. heaving a sigh, he pulled out his packet of cigarettes and set one at his lips, taking out his matches to light it. he might as well, if he was going to be here for a whille.

you would've lit one anyways.

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tags / SOMEONE LOOK ME UP AND DEFINE ME

[EDMUND.]

    And, perhaps the man would've ended up with frostbite if it wasn't for the fact that Eddie had been walking in the vicinity. It wasn't difficult for his eyes to follow the blooming of color within a sea of white but, as Ed trudged through the snow whilst traveling down to the village, he was instantly intrigued by the puzzling sight. It'd been a while since he'd ever come across a clown. All he could remember was visiting his Grandmother once on the North side of the city where her home had ceramic clown dolls dotted around in the most peculiar of places.

So, Eddie wouldn't judge, nor would he flinch at the previously unencountered sight ahead of him. But, it was not everyday he could say he discovered a... clown dressed in full attire, smoking a cigarette whilst waiting for somebody to free him from a hole he'd managed to trap his leg in. Ed's gaze flitted up to look at the sky; this was the weirdest fucking day. And so, trudging downhill to the man, he cocked his head ever-so-slightly to the side to peer over at the man before questioning casually, ❝ Mind if I smoke with you? ❞

Slight sarcasm. Ed wasn't one to crack jokes very often but perhaps memories of his late Grandmother - a woman so vibrant and full of jest - inspired him to at least try make light of the weird situation. Eyes briefly scanned to ensure the man was not carrying any visible weapons before finally he held a hand out to try assist the man out. ❝ This is the worst time of year to get yourself trapped in the snow. We have a lodge up at the peak of the mountain with a fire to warm you up. ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; 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
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[div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"][align=center]"speech" / thoughts / text

and here was someone, coming along to hopefully save him. however, he seemed to be requesting to.. smoke with him. seemed odd, considering his foot was stuck in a few feet of snow, and he was sure he might face plant right into the snow. pulling the cigarette packet back out, he slid out out to offer to him. "of course. enjoy it while it lasts, i might freeze before i finish mine." he chuckled, blowing smoke down towards the ground. "well, i might not freeze if you can help get me out, yeah?"

he hadn't even noticed brendan until then, and it only made him tilt his head to one side, then the other. he was no psychologist, but the kid was obviously either scared or nervous. about him, particularly. he didn't think he'd done anything to the kid.. "don't like clowns, kid? just don't look at my face, it does wonders, i swear by it."

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tags / SOMEONE LOOK ME UP AND DEFINE ME

[EDMUND.]

    Edmund hummed lowly beneath his breath, eyes scanning the man's face carefully. So, he didn't get sarcasm; Ed should probably leave the jesting for the clown to do. His own jokes were an acquired taste, anyway, Ed supposed. ❝ Luckily for you, I'm more concerned with getting you out of the predicament you've fallen into. ❞ Another joke? Ed stood with his guarded, aloof expression as always - no wonder his quips were never taken lightly. He held his hand out for the man to take, hoping that he could pull him out hastily before he got too cold.

Eddie only glanced over to see Brendan when the clown addressed him, stood there frozen on one spot as he paled significantly. Eyes searched Brendan's features swiftly before looking back down at the clown. What was that all about? Was he afraid of this guy, or something? But, Eddie would dismiss the notion - Brendan was rarely the type to express much emotion apart from the usual teen angst. From the time Eddie had known Brendan, he didn't see much fear from the headstrong teenager, so how was Ed to know the signs? Instead, Ed focused on the clown. ❝ What's the occasion, anyways?... For you to be dressing like this, I mean. ❞

It wasn't every day Eddie experienced a situation like this, so forgive him for his ignorance.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; 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
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