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[lurker]

Anabiel had grown up in a rural town. Traditional, small and rural, almost completely unaffected by the blackout. Everyone knew each other, everyone could defend themselves if needed. Women tended the house and the children, men tended the fields and the work. There were few abnormalities in the system. As she grew up, she helped her mother and aunts with chores, and as she got older, considering she was the eldest daughter, she took care of her younger cousins, siblings, and some of her eldest brother's children.

Besides that, she would sometimes help with other chores. She helped where she could and she especially liked helping with the horses. Each one was unique and she loved all of them, even if a few of them were fucking assholes. When she was, essentially, kicked out of the town. Anabiel had seen a few scattered horses in her travels but had never had the time to do anything with them before something dragged her elsewhere.

When she had seen the barn that the Northstar District owned, she had gasped and immediately sought out Wolfbite in hopes of "talking" about the horses in the barn. With some wild gestures and pleading looks, she had gained some jurisdiction and responsibility for the barn and the inhabitants in it. There were no benefits to it, but at least it gave Anabiel something to do.

At the moment, the young woman was currently leading one of their more friendly and gentler horses, Teddy, around the perimeter of the barn. Not all the horses were trained, and she knew she would be pushing to get them in the best condition she could. For now, she was testing the leading capabilities. Teddy seemed like one of the most reasonably tame and trained of the horses. He also appeared to be one of the oldest, and Anabiel presumed he had a previous owner before coming to the District. Teddy also seemed to be one of the tallest horses, and Anabiel could tell the obvious. He was clearly from some breed of draft horse, and she would have to do some digging and research about that to discover which specific one.

As she ran a hand over his back, her left hand holding the lead firmly, she tilted her head. The horse huffed gently as if he were asking for some reward for his good behavior. She huffed back at him in response before relenting and digging a handful of oats from her pocket. The stallion lightly ate from her offered a hand and after he finished, Anabiel wiped her hand near her hip. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, reaffirming her hold on the rope lead before trying to get the stallion to move again.

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ANABIEL / ANA
female / cisgender / she, her, hers
17 years old / 17 years mentally / 17 years spiritually
ages whenever / born 10/21
northstar district / member / former member of flintlock
[ RELATIONSHIPS ]
NPC xx NPC / G1
bisexual biromantic / single, sort of looking / 1/2 of no ships
no relatives / no crushes
[ APPEARANCE ]
PALE / DARK HAIR / 89% HEALTH
126 lbs. 5'1" / dark brown eyes
no accessories / permanently mute / weak frame
[ PERSONALITY ]
FRUSTRATED / ANGRY / BITTER
reserved / snarky / timid
mischevious / playful / jokester
[ INTERACTION ]
ic opinions / peaceful actions can be powerplayed
tag when attacking / physically medium / mentally difficult
pm to plot [/spoiler]

[Advay.]

tricktrack while I read <3

[J. HOLLOWAY]

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Jason almost wishes that he grew up like that. Something small and simple, where it didn't matter much whether or not they had power. Instead, he'd been born into a big city lit up by streetlights and car headlights. Bruce explained that they'd been rich, or something like that, but from what little he remembers, they hadn't acted like it. Jason doesn't remember the night they died like his brother does, and he's not sure if he can be thankful for that much. Needless to say, the blackouts had hit that area hard. They held out a little longer through sheer wealth, but panic had spread through every other neighborhood. Their travels had been filled with danger, and when electricity finally failed their house — god, the panic, the hatred. That's something he remembers well enough. The fear had been contagious, even if he hadn't understood it at the time. It was that sort of thing that stuck with him forever, and where Anabiel had a relatively relaxed upbringing with family and horses, his life had been about war. A war that not everyone knew was even happening, and if they did, they rarely acted. He wishes he could relax.

At the same time, though, he couldn't do it even if it was an option. Even just wandering around like he is now, Jason's eyes are constantly flicking from one side to the other, always prepared for some sort of danger. This time, he finds Ana instead. And a horse, but his mind isn't all too fond of that image, so he focuses mostly on the younger girl. She looks kinda happy again, and he still hasn't forgotten the silent laughter from when she'd nailed his temple with a rock, so maybe he's already kind of smiling himself. What can he say? He's a sap for seeing people happy. "Having fun there?"

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=YOU GOT HELL TO PAY, BUT YOU ALREADY SOLD YOUR SOUL / INFORMATION, 9/15]‣ Jason Matthias Holloway / Introduced as "Arkham" outside of ND / Cis Male / He / Him
‣ 20 Years Old / Born July 7 / NPC x NPC; Both Deceased / Older Brother: Bruce Holloway
‣ Biromantic Bisexual / 68% Monogamous / Single? / Formerly ½ Jaytim  &  ⅓ Daredona
‣ Member (The Crew): Northstar District / Will wander at times on his own personal missions.

‣ 6'1 & 170-210 lbs. & HEALTH: 90% | Muscular, solid build, stocky and incredibly imposing.
‣ Messy emo hair; charcoal black and usually kind of messy. Typical Style & Messy Style Ref.
‣ Cold gray eyes. | Expresses a lot while saying nothing. Lots of smug smirking and grinning.
‣ Warm, moderately tanned skin. Some light freckles on shoulders from exposure to the sun.

‣ Confused hot mess. | Lots of issues that he hides with intense sarcasm. Be careful with him.
‣ Adaptable and weirdly charming, able to convince people of a lot with just a smile or a threat.
‣ Hardworking and focused, but also incredibly snarky and emotionally distant. Plays favorites.
‣ Has a terrible temper & doesn't balk from doing some immoral things, but sticks to his code.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but mostly just because he doesn't give a damn about his own life.

‣ Strength: 8 / Perception: 6 / Endurance: 7 / Charisma: 7 / Intelligence: 8 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 1
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense; 40/100 Psychological Defense; 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most.