let the sun eclipse you | open, joining

[C. REID]

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CARRY ME AWAY FROM HERE
Well, Cassidy had not been expecting that of all things. Not some rule, barely adult little man coming up to him and basically threatening him. He'd been told the people would be friendly towards him. Hopefully, nothing else he'd been told had been a lie.

"now hold on a minute, young man." he began, crossing his arms. "I understand you may live in these parts, but I reckon that's no way to treat your visitors. I had been under the impression that you all welcomed weary travelers like myself into your little city, but if I was mistaken, well, I guess I'll just be on my way. Seems like you don't really need my wares anyhow." he huffed, shaking his head. He'd been prepared to trade with the city's inhabitants, but he certainly wasn't going to stay if they were all little pieces of sh.t like this one.

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[spoiler=updated 9/21]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ cassidy jackson reid
★ goes by cassidy or reid
★ homosexual | male
★ 34 | january 18th
★ member of northstar district
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ got separated from his SO, is searching for him
★ was attacked by bandits
★ joined northstar disctrict
★
★

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ searching for his love
★ southern accent
★ cowboy
★ has a companion + work horse;
    - FRIDAY : dappled gray appendix quarter horse mare. Reference

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Jake Gyllenhaal
— Cassidy Reid is a middle-aged (at least in this world) man who has been a cowboy his whole life. It shows. Standing at 5'11", he is relatively muscular. He isn't afraid to get dirty, and his hands are covered in callouses. He typically wears boots, pants, a t shirt or flannel depending on the weather, and a cowboy hat on his head.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
— empathetic, brave, honest, sincere, hard working
— temperamental, emotional, blunt, gruff

INTERACTION:
★ peaceful unless attacked
★ open, friendly, honest
★ experienced in battle | especially on horseback
★ read about his significant other here
★ open for adoption plots
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★ speaks in [b]"bold"
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[babyface]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Well, it seemed like being rude to newcomers was a familiar thread. "Slow your roll, there, cowboy." Jen said as she sauntered over. "It seems that everyone here is an asshole when you join. And when you stay. Just, assholes in general I think?" The last part was said like a question. "But you're welcome to stay. I think you have to surrender your weapons, but." She shrugged. Was that it? Was she missing anything? "Name's Jen." She introduced, cracking her knuckles.

[spoiler=NO CULTURE | tags][size=8pt]NAME: jen ophelia harris
NICKNAME: none
AGE: 21 years
GENDER: trans woman
PRONOUNS: she/her/herself
SEXUALITY: hypersexual pansexual panromantic
DATE OF BIRTH: may 31st (21 years)
NATIONALITY: middle easter
RELIGION: atheist
ALLIANCE: northstar district
OCCUPATION: soldier

HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'5", 180lbs
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: bronze skin, freckles, frizzy swamp green hair, brown eyes, high, prominent features, lanky build
HEALTH: physically very healthy
FACECLAIM: none

LEVEL OF INELEGANCE: decently smart
MBTI TYPE: EFSP
POSITIVE TRAITS: easy going, relaxed, decisive
NEUTRAL TRAITS: brash, brazen, loud
NEGATIVE TRAITS: deeply troubled, rude, arrogant, addict
MENTAL ILLNESSES: no diagnoses
GOALS AND BELIEFS: believes in soulmates, goal is to be accepted
TV TROPES: wip

HISTORY: wip
FEARS: being alone, people rejecting her, not being accepted
MOTIVES: to be wanted and accepted

[roy v.]

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ROY AVON VANTAS —

that accent is what fucking killed him. it was like dave's but stronger and obviously, not dave's. dave's accent was barely there whenever he spoke. it came out when he was nervous or whenever he spoke softly (to roy, that is). the similarity was familiar, and that made you feel a little anxious. [b]"fucking..." he muttered, shaking his head. he was too...drained to go over the top right now and yell at this guy. "i'm roy. just roy," he started, clenching his fists in his pockets. "what's your name?" he looked full-on at cassidy despite the height difference, the edges of his mouth downturned and almost curling into a faint scowl (everyone was fucking taller than him and he probably wasn't ever going to get over that shit).
[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
★ [b]ESTJ or ESTP | roy's personality truly has many different facets but the one that often shows is his intrinsically flawed, imperfect, and illogical teenager one. he gets angry very easily, for the littlest things that really shouldn't make you so furious. along with this, he's abrasive to the point where it often pushes the people he cares about away. but to the core, the short redhead's heart is gold and he truly does care for his friends and the well-being of people despite his unwillingness to show it; he is only that way due to his major insecurities rooted from a troublesome childhood.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[C. REID]

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CARRY ME AWAY FROM HERE
After he'd scolded the young man, more of his people came to join him. A part of him hoped they weren't offended, but the rest of him said he didn't care. Cassidy nodded at the young woman as she approached, dipping his hat slightly. She introduced herself as Jen.

He'd have to surrender his weapons? That didn't appeal to him much. "now will I get them back? You see, I'm a hunter, and my weapons are rather necessary for the sport." how was he supposed to hunt without a weapon? Did these people sustain themselves by simply disarming their visitors and then robbing them blind?

A third citizen approached him, mumbling about something. His name was Roy. "the names Cassidy. Cassidy Reid. It's a pleasure to make y'alls acquaintance. I'm not planning on staying forever, but I've been traveling for a long while now and a good rest would do me, and Friday here, some good." he reached out and patted the dappled gray's neck.

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[spoiler=updated 9/21]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ cassidy jackson reid
★ goes by cassidy or reid
★ homosexual | male
★ 34 | january 18th
★ member of northstar district
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ got separated from his SO, is searching for him
★ was attacked by bandits
★ joined northstar disctrict
★
★

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ searching for his love
★ southern accent
★ cowboy
★ has a companion + work horse;
    - FRIDAY : dappled gray appendix quarter horse mare. Reference

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Jake Gyllenhaal
— Cassidy Reid is a middle-aged (at least in this world) man who has been a cowboy his whole life. It shows. Standing at 5'11", he is relatively muscular. He isn't afraid to get dirty, and his hands are covered in callouses. He typically wears boots, pants, a t shirt or flannel depending on the weather, and a cowboy hat on his head.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
— empathetic, brave, honest, sincere, hard working
— temperamental, emotional, blunt, gruff

INTERACTION:
★ peaceful unless attacked
★ open, friendly, honest
★ experienced in battle | especially on horseback
★ read about his significant other here
★ open for adoption plots
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★ speaks in [b]"bold"
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]ten had been heading out to hunt, actually, when he heard the males words. huge eyes would scan the male as he draw closer, barrett rifle slung over his shoulder. "uh.. usually when you leave to go do something like walk i'm pretty sure you're allowed to take them for protection." he mumbled, holding the strip that held his gun to his back. "i'm ten thousand. everyone calls me 10k.." he mumbled.
[spoiler=SHES GONNA STRAY SO FAR AWAY FROM HER FATHERS DAUGHTER | 9/20]"speech"
NAME & NICKNAMES: Thomas  |  10k, ten thousand (prefers nicknames)
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: tommy
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 19 Years Old, born on an unknown date at an unknown location.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of Northstar district.
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: no previous memberships, loner

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: biromantic bisexual; single
— PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: cassandra, ended by death.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no
siblings
BEST FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: no friends atm

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6' & 154 lbs. | 10k is, for his age, an average height and weight. he's fairly tall, and is at a fairly healthy weight, but looks skinny. thanks to how skinny he looks, people often misjudge him, and believe he's weak. he can certainly pack a patch, and being one of the best sharp shooters, he could very easily beat someone is a fight- if he wanted to.
— BODY TYPE: tall and skinny

EYE COLOR & SHAPE: 10k's eyes are fairly wide and crazed, because he had definitely seen some crazy shit. his eyes are a very pale green, and his pupils are often quite contracted(?). he often has dark circles under his eyes, which are always enhanced by dark eyeshadow under them.

APPEARANCE: 10k really doesn't care about his looks. he's often very messy and tired looking. his hair is black and a constantly a mess, and he's almost always got dirt on him in some way. his skin is fairly pale but still slightly tanned from his days in the sun.
— PROMINENT FEATURES: slightly square jaw, high cheek bones, shallow cheeks.

EQUIPMENT:
— weapons: 50 caliber M82 Barret, bottle cap sling shot, ninja stars, a plethora of various blade, a mass of heavy chains, a few grenades, a single tranquilliser dart
— apparel: a grey camp shirt, makeshift body armour made of random metal scraps and other things, black cargo pants, bandana around forehead, ski goggles, scarf/bandana around neck, black vest sometimes, military sized backpack in black
— backpack: a box of twinkies, a few packs of ramen, different types of antibiotics, bullets of all sorts, a hidden hunting knife, picture of him and his dad, many bottles of water, bottle of rubbing alcohol, bandages, general medical supplies

PERSONALITY: quiet, observant, excitable, short tempered, distrusting, sort of nervous, an amazing shot, average hunter.
— disorders: minor paranoia, extreme insomnia
— other: hallucinates because of exhaustion.

OTHER:
— face claim: nat zang as tommy "10k"
— voice claim: xx/xx

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if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.
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[C. REID]

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CARRY ME AWAY FROM HERE
Cassidy had been traveling north for four days straight, now. Ever since them bandits had attacked his little setup, he'd been searching for somewhere new. He'd heard the tumors, of a place up north with more hoarded there than he could it in his old barn; maybe he'd stop by there, if it really did exist, and pick up some supplies. Hell, maybe they'd even seen Ennis. It didn't hurt to ask.

Unfortunately, he hadn't the slightest idea where such a place was. Just that it was up north, somewhere, and that it was impossible to miss. Poor Friday had been working hard, carrying what was left of his possessions; Cassidy had done his best to keep her health and morale up, giving her plenty of time to graze and walking beside her every so often. The lack of freshwater was a bit concerning, but he'd filled several canteens and bottles whenever they'd passed by a stream or natural spring.

When the buildings first began to loom in the distance, Cassidy had thought it was just some other bandit raided town. But as he got closer, the man couldn't help but feel like there was something off about the place. Different. A little wary, the cowboy slowed his mate to a stop before dismounting, boots hitting the dusty ground below him with a soft thud. He led the two of them forward, keeping a hand near the pistol on his belt.

Had he really found the place? A large part of him had thought that it was just a myth, but it appeared to be true. "hello?" he called out, eyes surveying the land before him for any signs of movement.

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[spoiler=updated 9/21]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ cassidy jackson reid
★ goes by cassidy or reid
★ homosexual | male
★ 34 | january 18th
★ member of northstar district
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ got separated from his SO, is searching for him
★ was attacked by bandits
★ joined northstar disctrict
★
★

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ searching for his love
★ southern accent
★ cowboy
★ horse and weapons;
- FRIDAY : dappled gray appendix quarter horse mare. Reference
- PISTOL : low on ammo
- CROSSBOW : makes arrows himself when needed

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Jake Gyllenhaal
— Cassidy Reid is a middle-aged (at least in this world) man who has been a cowboy his whole life. It shows. Standing at 5'11", he is relatively muscular. He isn't afraid to get dirty, and his hands are covered in callouses. He typically wears boots, pants, a t shirt or flannel depending on the weather, and a cowboy hat on his head.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
— empathetic, brave, honest, sincere, hard working
— temperamental, emotional, blunt, gruff

INTERACTION:
★ peaceful unless attacked
★ open, friendly, honest
★ experienced in battle | especially on horseback
★ read about his significant other here
★ open for adoption plots
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★ speaks in [b]"bold"
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[ALLOY]

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"What do you want?" Why was it Praxis always wound up in these situations first? He never wanted to be the greeter for all the people who showed up and then disappeared after they were allowed in- honestly, Praxis had tried to keep tabs on them, just in case, but that was difficult to do when they vanished completely. Maybe it was his great sense of hospitality that did it; if that were true, he should greet them all more often, to keep them from thinking they could settle in cozily. He supposed that wasn't the shared mindset of the others, even though in many ways, Jason was worse than he was about talking to the people at their barriers. He was definitely a bigger asshole, unfortunately, but Praxis was learning. It was the only option he had, if he wanted to make it further than his family did in this world, however productive they'd been on their small farm out in the middle of nowhere. In the end, being soft and approachable got them murdered in their own home.

Folding his arms across his chest, he glared at the cowboy through the fence, but there was a faint shimmer when he looked to the mare, uncomfortably reminded of their own animals they'd had roaming around. They'd had an old gelding named Bud, and he'd died when Praxis was twelve. He didn't dwell on it, sharpening his frown. "You're either here to trade or stay, so be quick about it. I've wasted enough time on you already."
[spoiler=I RAN SO FAR AWAY (INFO; 9/14)][size=8pt]GENERAL
-Praxis Terzi | Cisgender male, male pronouns | 18 years old | Born June 13
-Unknown sexuality | Single; not looking to grow close with anyone like that
-Resident of NorthStar District (for now; may choose to wander off later)

PHYSICALITY
-Shaggy, curly black hair; perpetually messy | Sharp, vivid green eyes; almond-rectangular shape
-Willowy and slender | Weighs in around 105 pounds, so he's a bit underweight, but not greatly
-Stands at 5'6 | Gains a few inches from the heels of his combat boots (5'8 while worn)
-Unblemished for the most part, but has faint scars all along the knuckles of both hands
-Tends to wear baggier clothing in layers, to seem both more muscular and larger than he is
-Owns a Smith & Wesson Model 642 kept in his pocket | Also owns a small combat knife

PERSONALITY
-Convinced he needs to be the "bad guy" to survive, so many traits are faked/forced
-Sharp-tongued and typically hostile | Keeps to himself and rarely socializes willingly
-More timid than he reveals | Self-serving, though with his own strain of sympathy
-Honestly just a mess with a shit-ton of guilt and confusion (with morality, especially)