i wanna live better days ┊ INTRO (O)

[DREW]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]drew's brown eyes shifted along the pages of the comic she was looking at, kicking her feet back and forth in the air as she laid on her stomach. there weren't many moments where she was calm enough to just sit still for awhile and read comics, even though they were one of her favorite things, but somehow she had found some time to relax for once. she was content for a good thirty minutes or so, but it wasn't long before she could feel the urge to just do something. eventually, she closed the comic and left it on the bed as she flipped over and sat on the edge, pulling her boots onto her feet. with her jacket held between her arm and side, she left the room and tightened her ponytail.

with a kidlike energy, drew made her way to the stairs and did a quick peek around. when she noticed no one was in her direct view and with a shrug of her shoulders, she slid down the railing and hopped off at the end, almost losing her footing. once she was steady, she chuckled to herself and finally put on her jacket and left the lodge. the greeting of the cold air that hit her face and seemingly went straight through her jacket sent a shiver down her spine. "shit..." she mumbled under her breath. the cold hadn't been a particular factor that she put into mind when she wanted to find a place to live, but all of the mountain space and hills made for some good snowboarding, so she didn't care all that much in the end. she'd get use to it sooner or later, right?

at first, drew had the intentions to make a few snowballs to throw at someone, but it wasn't long until one of the snowballs was slowly growing as she pushed it around in the snow. she was beginning to struggle with pushing it, her boots losing traction. her right foot slipped and before she could catch herself, she faceplanted in the snow and a chorus of laughter left her lips as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "i'd say that's probably good enough for that one." she mentioned to herself, patting around it to solidify it a bit more before starting on the second part of the snowman.

[freddie]

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— fred could use a pick-me-up.

usually he chased his sorrows with booze, or the intimate company of some stranger he wouldn’t care to know; anything to get the edge off and put his mind elsewhere. the desire to indulge in those desires simply weren’t there though. just an emptiness, a hole where mollie had previously been. it felt wrong to try and self-medicate when it was a demise that he had brought upon the both of them, that it had been his choice to end things between them. fred was so used to breaking other people’s hearts; he had no idea what to do when his was broken.

walking towards the lodge, hands in his pockets, he looked around at his surroundings. upon seeing drew, he slowed to a stop. he watched as she pushed a ball of snow around, and watched just in time to see her faceplant into the snow. he couldn’t help but hum a short note of amusement to himself. fred could use a pick-me-up. watching drew struggle to build a snowman could suffice.

“is the snowman giving you a hard time?” he jested as he walked over, slowing to a stop a short distance away. he watched as she worked on the second snowball, glancing around the scene before he pointed out, “you’re going to need something for the face. got anything?”

[spoiler=tags ― updated 03/04.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ THE CURSES OF DIAMONDS AND RINGS ◞
‣  ❝ frederick flynn stirling ❞ | freddie, fred, freds | male [he/him] .
‣ 24 years old . | june 20th; gemini.
‣  currently the warlord of flintlock lodge

◜PERSONALITY: ESTP ┊ ONLY AT FIRST DID IT HAVE ITS APPEAL ◞
‣  boisterous . adaptable . athletic . articulate . brilliant . captivating . charismatic . charming . clever . confident . precise . youthful . loyal . amusing. aggressive . deceptive . proud . smooth . stubborn . traditional . argumentative . conceited . difficult . greedy . power-hungry . impatient .
↳ lover of beer and attention
↳ considers himself royalty

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOW YOU CAN'T TELL THE FALSE FROM THE REAL ◞
‣ five foot ten & one hundred and seventy five pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair kept short and neat
↳ muscular, toned build
↳ blue eyes , often alight with mischief , a deceitful smile

◜ FAMILY ┊ EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD ◞
‣  kelby stirling x lydia clarks | whereabouts unknown
‣ has a brother named william and two sisters named harriet and lucy
‣ large family; multiple cousins and other relatives

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ STATUES AND EMPIRES ARE ALL AT YOUR HANDS ◞
‣  bisexual ; monogamous | never had a serious relationship before . noncommittal
‣ ex-lover to mollie hawthorne
↳ when she announced she was pregnant, he broke things off with her to avoid commitment . still loves her .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ WHO CAN YOU TRUST ? ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[EDMUND.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]There rarely was the chance to enjoy oneself in a place as perilous as Flintlock Lodge.

Edmund would know by now. Five years living in these windswept snows caps and he’d come to find that the best way to pass time was to get stuck into work. Several years ago, he’d been a fun man to have around, enjoying nothing more than socialising with friends and getting to enjoy himself in all of that quietly confident demeanour he possessed. Nowadays, he had no friends here; it was a cycle of having hope before quickly losing it once more when those he’d love would leave him again. Friends, lovers, family — with Eddie, everything slipped through his fingers.

It exhausted him the way he tried to persevere despite constant failures. Being beaten down time after time could easily make a man withdrawn; the only difference with Eddie was that he never expected anything anymore and yet would still always be let down.

From his office window, Eddie peered out to watch the way Fred and Drew spoke to one another, hands shoved in his pocket before he exited the office to take a closer look. Not without bringing his glass of whiskey with him. ❝ Making friends? ❞ Eddie murmured softly once he stepped out onto the porch, nodding towards the snowman in making as he looked across at Drew. He’d not verbalise his thoughts, but the snow would make a better friend than Fred ever would. Truth be told, he’d only interrupted the conversation between Fred and Drew to make sure he wasn’t bothering her too much. He tended to do that around here, after all.

[SAINT BERNARD]

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THE TIRED SOLDIER

[b][i]bernard smith. he never had the time to just sit and relax since he joined the war. as a child, he enjoyed the winter, in the middle of what would be summer. it threw him off, greatly, when he moved, finding that during the summer, it was not winter like he was used to. bernard watched drew making a snowman, and he smiled and shook out his cigarette, putting it in his pocket and heading over.

he picked up a handful of snow and began to pack it into a ball between his gloved hands, plucking up snow to make it a bit bigger. "i can make the head," he offered.

"speech."

[spoiler=//tags -- updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> bernard smith ;; saint bernard, bernie
> male;; he/him
> 47yrs ;; ages real time ;; december 15th
> flintlock lodge

physical
> physical health ;; 75%
> minor injuries ;; frostbite on fingers, a few bruises
> major injuries ;; n/a
> [i]important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> thick and short grey hair ; dark blue/green eyes ; average, def a dad bod, rounder stomach ; 5'9" ; 240 lbs
> no body modifications
> a white shirt with suspenders ; black pants ; usually wears a heck ton of jackets if he's cold
> pocket change ; cigarettes ; a photo of his wife and son
> important things to note ;; scar on left side under ribs ; missing a toe or two

personality
> very honest ; stubborn ; sympathetic ; comes across as airy or non-present ; in his head often ; quick-witted ; think first, act after
> PTSD
> no tics

relationships
> oliver smith x dianne smith ;; dianne - deceased ; oliver - deceased
    > henry passed from cancer
    > dianne passed from natural causes
> no siblings
> heterosexual
> no known crushes
      > widow, wife was jillian williams - deceased ; passed from a raid in home
          > son was warrin - deceased ; passed from a raid in home

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is bolded
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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