10-08-2019, 09:56 AM
tw. alcohol use, mention of puking
The snow was returning. It was clear in the bitter chill in the air and the snow which left nothing more than a sleety residue on the grass. The snow was coming. And, with that came shorter days, came the blistering blizzards that were deadly to those stranded out on the mountain, the thick piles of snow which felt like one was treading through the mud; slow and heavy steps. Edmund didn't necessarily mind the weather nowadays - he'd seen a Flintlock winter for several years now - but it never stopped the chill in the bones, the constant reminder that he never dressed appropriately enough for the coldest days of the year.
But, he didn't have to worry about it for now.
Instead, a bonfire was outside roaring in flames, the warmth inviting to a man trying not to tremble from the cool evening. He soon followed behind Hayley, already holding onto a glass of honey-colored liquor - at this point, everyone knew Edmund's choice of drink. Zipping his jacket up, he trudged over to the fire and sat down, and without a moment's hesitation he lowered his glass onto the ground, scratched around in his coat pocket and pulled a cigarette and matchbox out. Lodging said cigarette between his lips, he lit it up before tossing the match into the bonfire before sucking in a deep breath.
He stilled briefly as Hayley murmured, flitting his gaze over before slowing tipping his jaw up to breathe smoke out into the air. He said nothing for what felt like the longest of times, too far in his very own contemplation. In that time, he held his cigarette between his fingers as he lifted his drink up to take a sip. ❝ You know- ❞ He began, whilst silence found itself around the fire. ❝ My family used to own a distillery - Stirling Single Malt Irish Whisky. I think it's given me a bias against all other drinks. Admittedly, clear-colored liquids just aren't my thing anym- ❞
❝ You gotta be kidding me, right? ❞ Alfie wheezed as he turned up to the bonfire, taking a seat besides Hayley. ❝ It's never been your thing, especially since that one time you drank yourself [i]stupid on vodka and puked in the water fountain. ❞[/i]
Ed blinked at he looked over at Alfie, before stating dully, ❝ Grateful for that, Alfie. ❞ Although seemingly disinterested, a faint tinge of pink could be seem flushing across Ed's features before taking another puff from his cigarette, looking back into the fire. ❝ No problem, brother. ❞ Alfie winked playfully before looking at Hayley. ❝ And how are you? ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 07/20]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty three // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ member of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ product of an organized crime family, his father the mafia godfather
⋟ joined FL two years ago
appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole (tw in video. blood & violence)
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 100% // N/A
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, dominik & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, thomas, died years ago
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
⋟ owns a west highland terrier, angus
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
⋟ very abrupt with newcomers but also willing to help them
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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The snow was returning. It was clear in the bitter chill in the air and the snow which left nothing more than a sleety residue on the grass. The snow was coming. And, with that came shorter days, came the blistering blizzards that were deadly to those stranded out on the mountain, the thick piles of snow which felt like one was treading through the mud; slow and heavy steps. Edmund didn't necessarily mind the weather nowadays - he'd seen a Flintlock winter for several years now - but it never stopped the chill in the bones, the constant reminder that he never dressed appropriately enough for the coldest days of the year.
But, he didn't have to worry about it for now.
Instead, a bonfire was outside roaring in flames, the warmth inviting to a man trying not to tremble from the cool evening. He soon followed behind Hayley, already holding onto a glass of honey-colored liquor - at this point, everyone knew Edmund's choice of drink. Zipping his jacket up, he trudged over to the fire and sat down, and without a moment's hesitation he lowered his glass onto the ground, scratched around in his coat pocket and pulled a cigarette and matchbox out. Lodging said cigarette between his lips, he lit it up before tossing the match into the bonfire before sucking in a deep breath.
He stilled briefly as Hayley murmured, flitting his gaze over before slowing tipping his jaw up to breathe smoke out into the air. He said nothing for what felt like the longest of times, too far in his very own contemplation. In that time, he held his cigarette between his fingers as he lifted his drink up to take a sip. ❝ You know- ❞ He began, whilst silence found itself around the fire. ❝ My family used to own a distillery - Stirling Single Malt Irish Whisky. I think it's given me a bias against all other drinks. Admittedly, clear-colored liquids just aren't my thing anym- ❞
❝ You gotta be kidding me, right? ❞ Alfie wheezed as he turned up to the bonfire, taking a seat besides Hayley. ❝ It's never been your thing, especially since that one time you drank yourself [i]stupid on vodka and puked in the water fountain. ❞[/i]
Ed blinked at he looked over at Alfie, before stating dully, ❝ Grateful for that, Alfie. ❞ Although seemingly disinterested, a faint tinge of pink could be seem flushing across Ed's features before taking another puff from his cigarette, looking back into the fire. ❝ No problem, brother. ❞ Alfie winked playfully before looking at Hayley. ❝ And how are you? ❞
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 07/20]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty three // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ member of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ product of an organized crime family, his father the mafia godfather
⋟ joined FL two years ago
appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole (tw in video. blood & violence)
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 100% // N/A
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, dominik & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, thomas, died years ago
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
⋟ owns a west highland terrier, angus
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
⋟ very abrupt with newcomers but also willing to help them
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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