❝ get better — open . ❞

[EDMUND.]

Knuckles gently rapped against the ajar barn door before Eddie stepped in. His brother was so often one for solitude, Thomas having been surviving in his own company for years, that Eddie was sure that Tommy was probably content being alone in the village as he mucked out the stables. But, something told him that perhaps he should check up on Tommy, at least show his face. He was met by three of Tommy’s dogs - Fluffy, Dolly and Copter - padding over with contentment as they greeted Ed with wagging tails.

❝ It’s warm in here. ❞ Eddie pointed out as he wandered further into the barn, hands in his pockets as he watched his brother with a pitchfork, shoveling manure up and tipping it into a wheelbarrow. The wind chill outside was what made the weather unbearable on most days but, inside the barn, Eddie was even somewhat tempted to remove his coat just like Tommy had.

Tom paused for a moment, beads of sweat dotted across his forehead as he peered over towards Eddie before he continued working. ❝ Nice ‘n’ cosy for all the horses. ❞ He commented factually, otherwise silent as he worked away. Ed lowered his head to watch as Copter stood sniffing at his shoes before Eddie sighed and wandered towards the open stable, not without picking up his own pitchfork along the way.

And then, wordlessly, he began to shovel up the manure alongside his brother, Tommy glancing over towards his brother with surprise before the both of them silently worked together to get the job done.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]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
⋟ captain 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 - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // 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
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ 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]

[freddie]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]

— it seemed that wherever eddie went, fred just had to follow like a little storm cloud to ruin his day. it wasn’t purposeful - sometimes - but he couldn’t say he minded it too much. although after losing that bet, he did have to keep his mouth shut for a little less than a month. no more harsh remarks towards ed for just a few more weeks; oh, fred was already counting down the days.

stepping into the barn, he was greeted by a few dogs padding over, tails gently walking. “hey, girls,” he greeted, bending down to pet the trio. eyes wandered towards copter, humming shortly in amusement as he added, “you too, big guy.” far from little, he noted to himself. still, he playfully wrapped his arms around the chinook, attempting to scoop the pooch up into his arms. with an exaggerated grunt, the dog’s front paws resting on his shoulder, he stood up. “have you always been this heavy?” he breathed out over-dramatically, taking a few steps with the dog towards the two brothers that were, you know, actually being productive.

“i’m going to steal this one from you someday,” he remarked, shifting the dog around to place him carefully on the ground. tom basically had a dog pack as is; surely he wouldn’t notice if one happened to go missing. or if fred lured it into his room with a few treats, he noted absentmindedly.

eyes followed tom and ed’s movement, watching them shovel up manure. he scrunched his nose and turned his gaze away. “is there something else i could do around here to help, tommy?” obviously disinterested in the idea of shoveling up manure; what about the more fun tasks? surely tom had other tasks to do that fred could help out with.

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]maintenance and cleaning aren’t joey’s cup of tea, but she felt like it’s a good activity to get some good girl points in case she messes up some how in the future. the call to do so doesn’t stop her from groaning about it. she mutters expletives under her breath as soon as she starts to head to the barns she figures it’ll be some sweeping, clearing out, ya know, spring cleaning type, and if she runs into one of her boy toys or girlfriends, it could end up being somewhat fun, or entertaining at least. she’s improved her attitude a little before she reaches the barn’s door.

she slowly pushes open the door and she’s pushed in the face by a foul smell right back. her face contorts, nose scrunching up and eyes closing. nevermind, she had been wrong, this is going to be shit, literal shit. when she’s able to get herself under some control and open her eyes, she’s being greeted by the three dogs while she still stands in the doorway. normally, the dogs would have cheered her up, but she’s too repulsed to really react well. she takes the smallest step inside, reaching out a hand for the pups to sniff and scratch their heads. her nose is still scrunched and lips pulled tight across her face, she takes a note of all who are there. she hears freddie’s question and nods in agreement, “something else, please,” joey requests, “[color=#990000]i’m not doing that,” she adds, pointing at their pitchforks and circling around the two men.

[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]

[EDMUND.]

Even though Freddie had lost the bet, he didn’t have to be an asshole towards Eddie for Eddie to feel mildly vexed by his sheer existence. It was either that or the fact that Ed just knew that Fred was itching to give Ed grief. It seemed like one of the few things he was good for other than dealing with people for Ed or trying to woo a woman into his bed.

Eddie watched, less than impressed, when Fred walked in, greeting the dogs one by one before trying to pick poor Copter up. At least the dog seemed to enjoy the extra fuss, tail wagging wildly and trying to lick at his face. ❝ I’m going to steal this one from you someday. ❞ Fred’s comment earned a huff from Tommy before Tommy looked over.

❝ Y’can barely take care of yourself, mate, let alone a dog. I’ll tell you what; gimme a hand and maybe you can borrow ‘im from time to time. ❞ Tommy uttered, Ed pausing to glance up at his brother before continuing to work in silence. At least Tom was fond of Freddie; Ed wasn’t sure what had possessed him, but- ❝ Hm. Yeah, yeah. You need to fill up those hay nets there for ‘em. ❞ Tommy pointed out, nodding towards nets which lay beside a stack of hay. Filling one of those things was a lot harder than it looked.

Josephine had wandered into the barn too just as Freddie asked to help, the younger woman also offering to lend a hand. ❝ Yeah- good, good. ❞ Tommy hummed, squinting as he glanced around before gesturing towards the box of grooming supplies. ❝ Groom the horses for me, yeah? Quicker it’s done, the quicker we can all go back in for a drink, huh? ❞ Tom nudged Eddie shoulder, Ed raising his brows briefly in thought. That didn’t sound like a half-bad suggestion actually.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]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
⋟ captain 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 - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // 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
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ 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]

[freddie]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]

— copter licked at his face, fred huffing through pursed lips at the affection. ”hey, copter- gross,” he remarked lightheartedly, though it was obvious that he didn’t hate the affection too much. there was a certain fondness for tommy’s dog pack, or simply dogs in general - like mollie’s dog, dexter, for example - that fred felt was almost reciprocated. dogs loved him, what could he say? placing the beloved pooch down on the ground again, he wiped the dog drool off his face with his sleeve.

“y’can barely take care of yourself mate, let alone a dog.” fred pursed his lips slightly, brows raising as he mulled over the statement. fair point, tommy. he made a pretty good case. “i’ll tell you what; gimme a hand and maybe you can borrow ‘im from time to time.” the remark was quick to make fred grin, huffing a short breath before agreeing, “deal.” turning on his heels, he headed over towards the hay nets. “just don’t get jealous when i become copter’s favorite.” the likelihood of that was slim; the dogs seemed remarkably loyal to tom in every aspect of the word. that didn’t necessarily mean it was off the table for fred to joke about, though.

leading down, he began to pack one of the nets with hay - trying not to pack it too tight as he went along his way, whistling an absent tune. why tom seemed to have invested so much time in these horses was beyond him; however, if he needed chores done, at least fred would help the grumbling cousin. it was the least he could do, right?