04-06-2020, 12:52 AM
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tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Mike shouldn't be out that much, but regardless of his need for bed rest, he couldn't stand the bed he was sleeping in, too hard, pokey, and uncomfortable to get a good rest in, and so the man was up and at 'em. His arm was, honestly, feeling much better than it had been the week prior, though it still had a number of weeks left for recovery.
And as long as he didn't use it a lot, he'd be fine. Which was why he had ventured outside his sea side shanty. It wasn't long before he came across Salem and Archer, or maybe it was long, he'd lost track of time in his jaunt through the badlands. Well, here he was.
He cleared the distance between him and the two, curious what was going on, he barely remembered Archer, or did he remember him at all? The guy seemed vaguely familiar. "What're you two fellows up to?" Was his intrusive question to the two.
Did he care about privacy? Of course he did, but he was also curious, and so, asked the prying question.
tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Mike shouldn't be out that much, but regardless of his need for bed rest, he couldn't stand the bed he was sleeping in, too hard, pokey, and uncomfortable to get a good rest in, and so the man was up and at 'em. His arm was, honestly, feeling much better than it had been the week prior, though it still had a number of weeks left for recovery.
And as long as he didn't use it a lot, he'd be fine. Which was why he had ventured outside his sea side shanty. It wasn't long before he came across Salem and Archer, or maybe it was long, he'd lost track of time in his jaunt through the badlands. Well, here he was.
He cleared the distance between him and the two, curious what was going on, he barely remembered Archer, or did he remember him at all? The guy seemed vaguely familiar. "What're you two fellows up to?" Was his intrusive question to the two.
Did he care about privacy? Of course he did, but he was also curious, and so, asked the prying question.
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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.