01-18-2020, 09:38 AM
The graveyard shift was always the most unbearable of jobs when in the midst of the winter. After a small handful of years calling Flintlock his home, Edmund knew all too well the perilous conditions that the peak of rigid rock and snow provided. But, with that being said, his experience on the mountaintop also provided knowledge of the best places to linger to avoid being enveloped with a biting gust of wind. He didn't need to stand ankle-deep within the middle of a flurry if he could sit on the top step of the porch where the stability of the Lodge's four walls blocked at least some of that wind chill.
A lantern sat beside him, the dim flickering of a single flame barely lighting up the space around him as a gloved hand fumbled about his lighter. Finally, a feeble spark lit up, reminding Eddie that it'd not be long before the lighter would run out of fluid and leave Ed without a means to light up his cigarettes. That would be a worry for another day. His free hand clasped a cigarette between shaky fingertips, lighting it up before inhaling a deep breath. It was the single best thing to warm him up in a nighttime as bitter as this.
The sound of a shrilling shriek sent Eddie out of his exhausted reverie, gaze darting up suspiciously at the sound. It sounded so inhuman, yet most definitely out of the ordinary. It wasn't a wolf trapped in a foothold, was it? No, that shrill sounded too human. Ed was quick to stand up, lantern in hand, as he tread carefully down the stairs. He knew to remain careful; the light in his grasp, handles squeaking as the base rocked gently back and forth, made him nothing more than a target in the darkness. His hand hovered over his holstered pistol, squinting as he took careful steps through the snow.
And finally, it'd been not the lantern but the pale moonlight which lead Eddie to a mass in the snow, accompanied by Brendan who had been swift to arrive on the scene. A body, face-first into the ground as if he had already died. Ed's brows bunched together as he hummed questioningly beneath his breath, deciding to finally inquire, ❝ Is he... alive? ❞
His features were grim, lacking any real, genuine concern in his voice. After all, he wasn't here to make sure this stranger was alive or okay or just having a hypothermia-induced nap in the snow - he was making sure that the people in that Lodge in the distance behind him could sleep sound tonight without being interrupted by an unprovoked attack. He could never be too sure of people's intentions, and so he stood a few feet away, hand unmoved from where it remained readily hovering over his holster. Even if this person looked as good as dead.
// welcome to flintlock !
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 01/07]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
⋟ skipper 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 - 80% // current injuries: stitches on side of head where his head was slammed into ice and a chest infection following a near-drowning experience.
⋟ mental health - 70% // 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
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ 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
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A lantern sat beside him, the dim flickering of a single flame barely lighting up the space around him as a gloved hand fumbled about his lighter. Finally, a feeble spark lit up, reminding Eddie that it'd not be long before the lighter would run out of fluid and leave Ed without a means to light up his cigarettes. That would be a worry for another day. His free hand clasped a cigarette between shaky fingertips, lighting it up before inhaling a deep breath. It was the single best thing to warm him up in a nighttime as bitter as this.
The sound of a shrilling shriek sent Eddie out of his exhausted reverie, gaze darting up suspiciously at the sound. It sounded so inhuman, yet most definitely out of the ordinary. It wasn't a wolf trapped in a foothold, was it? No, that shrill sounded too human. Ed was quick to stand up, lantern in hand, as he tread carefully down the stairs. He knew to remain careful; the light in his grasp, handles squeaking as the base rocked gently back and forth, made him nothing more than a target in the darkness. His hand hovered over his holstered pistol, squinting as he took careful steps through the snow.
And finally, it'd been not the lantern but the pale moonlight which lead Eddie to a mass in the snow, accompanied by Brendan who had been swift to arrive on the scene. A body, face-first into the ground as if he had already died. Ed's brows bunched together as he hummed questioningly beneath his breath, deciding to finally inquire, ❝ Is he... alive? ❞
His features were grim, lacking any real, genuine concern in his voice. After all, he wasn't here to make sure this stranger was alive or okay or just having a hypothermia-induced nap in the snow - he was making sure that the people in that Lodge in the distance behind him could sleep sound tonight without being interrupted by an unprovoked attack. He could never be too sure of people's intentions, and so he stood a few feet away, hand unmoved from where it remained readily hovering over his holster. Even if this person looked as good as dead.
// welcome to flintlock !
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 01/07]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
⋟ skipper 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 - 80% // current injuries: stitches on side of head where his head was slammed into ice and a chest infection following a near-drowning experience.
⋟ mental health - 70% // 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
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ 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
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