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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He has a backpack full of food and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. It smells faintly of his dad when he tucks it up under his nose against a strangely biting wind. Winter is ending, or it's supposed to be. By his count it's late February now. Six months since his dad finally passed, and a year since they realized something was wrong. Beck tried to do right by him, to take care of him in the end, but he's gone now. All he has to take care of now is himself. He sniffs and buries his face into the scratchy wool fabric, both for the sting of his eyes and against his nose.

"Ugh," he mutters, voice thick and snotty. Who the fuck lived up here voluntarily? "God." He wipes his nose for what feels like the hundredth time in an hour. It's tempting to grab out some food from his pack, or the stash of batteries he'd been paid with to head this way in the first place. The cold's good for your health, kid, keeps playing in his head. The rough, grating threat as frosty as the place itself. He shouldn't've come here. Should've just faced his problems and — took whatever came to him. Instead, he scrubs his eyes against the snow and treks higher. What would he even be looking for? Do they live in fucking huts? Yurts? A cabin, a house, igloos. Igloos wouldn't hold up in the spring here, at least he doesn't think so. (He's praying it warms up.)

Beck gives up on it all with a sigh, pulling his hood up tighter around his ears and trekking on with his eyes down. He doesn't notice people on the horizon, or the building that to climbs over the hill.


[div style="text-align: center; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"][sup]BECKETT "BECK" CONNORS. | ❝ DULL IT DOWN LIKE SLEEPING WITHOUT DREAMING
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tw. mention of murder, mention of death and negative self-perception.

Alfred had died four months ago. And, by Alfred, Eddie really did mean his father, but his father did not deserve to be called Dad - and so, he would remain known by his birth name. Alfred. The funny thing about grief was that, despite every heinous thing Alfred had ever done, every thing that Eddie resented that bastard of a man for, his timely passing brought back nothing more than further conflict.

He was wicked and immoral, but so was Edmund. Could Eddie really be so condemnatory towards his father when Alfred had died by Eddie's own hand? The apple never fell far from the tree, after all. In all of his resentment and enraged grief, Ed only learned that perhaps Alfred and him were more alike than Eddie could care to admit. And that made Eddie despise himself.

Oh how contradictory it was; Alfred's death on Earth only sprung him to life within Eddie's head. He could never stop wondering about the man. Brows twitched as his gaze wondered across what'd once been something of a murder scene only four months ago, watching the glistening snow. It was so clean. That place had once been tainted by his father's blood.

His gaze raised at movement further in the distance, Eddie watching carefully as the silhouette grew clearer the nearer it approached. ❝ You all right over there? ❞ Eddie chose to call out dully, features unreadable as he stood firmly in his spot. ❝ This isn't the best of conditions to be walking around in. ❞ Stating the obvious, but Eddie ought to bring up the point as to urge the person to explain the reason for his travels.

// this is such a shite post but welcome !!

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⋟ 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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I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE
[sup]AS THESE THOUGHTS START TO ASPHYXIATE ME — NOTES.

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