wonderful life — open.

[SAINT BERNARD]

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THE TIRED SOLDIER

[b][i]bernard smith. bernard's eyes widened when ida noticed him, and he hesitated before letting himself fully stand in the doorway. he gave the young girl a shy wave, looking at eddie with a "whoops" expression. bernard stepped in quietly, his large boots were silent on the tiled floor, making it seem like he wasn't even walking. just floating, like a ghost. he wished he was a ghost. bernard's hands came to the counter and he leaned on it, peering into the bowl that ida was currently mixing.

"i would love to help." bernard's stone face had cracked, a small smile poking at the corners of his mouth. "i used to do this with my wife often, and my son." he said this moreso towards eddie, seeing the look he had on his face. he understood.

bernard used to be a solider. every waking moment felt like he had to be cold and secluded. he couldn't be weak. he understood. bernard often let that get ahead of him, and he knew he seemed so closed off all the time. he took the spook from ida, being careful where to grab, and he helped pour the mix into the tins. he looked up at eddie once in a while, a quick flicker of attention between focusing on the job, and watching eddie out of the corner of his eye. bernard also understood not to cross any lines. he would rather be safe than sorry.

bernard's hands were very steady. he remembered hearing about jillian's death. she had succumbed to an illness that none of their doctors caught in time. he remembered his hands, steady, holding on to the steering wheel on the way home. no tears had spilled. he was stone. bernard was always so stiff. he remembered carefully pulling his keys from his pocket, pulling out the house key, unlocking the door, and putting the key in the dish. from there, the rest was a blur. jillian's death hit so damn hard, especially after losing their son. bernard remembered he screamed so loud, standing in the middle of the living room, just screaming.

bernard had not ever thought about that since. he refused.

"speech."

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> bernard smith ;; saint bernard, bernie
> male;; he/him
> 47yrs ;; ages real time ;; december 15th
> flintlock lodge

physical
> physical health ;; 75%
> minor injuries ;; frostbite on fingers, a few bruises
> major injuries ;; n/a
> [i]important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> thick and short grey hair ; dark blue/green eyes ; average, def a dad bod, rounder stomach ; 5'9" ; 240 lbs
> no body modifications
> a white shirt with suspenders ; black pants ; usually wears a heck ton of jackets if he's cold
> pocket change ; cigarettes ; a photo of his wife and son
> important things to note ;; scar on left side under ribs ; missing a toe or two

personality
> very honest ; stubborn ; sympathetic ; comes across as airy or non-present ; in his head often ; quick-witted ; think first, act after
> PTSD
> no tics

relationships
> oliver smith x dianne smith ;; dianne - deceased ; oliver - deceased
    > henry passed from cancer
    > dianne passed from natural causes
> no siblings
> heterosexual
> no known crushes
      > widow, wife was jillian williams - deceased ; passed from a raid in home
          > son was warrin - deceased ; passed from a raid in home

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is bolded
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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