SIMMER DOWN // RACE , O .

[EDMUND.]

❝ Listen, ‘ight- ❞ Thomas uttered as he wandered down the main street in the village, Edmund’s hands shoved comfortably in his pockets as he walked alongside his brother. ❝ as soon as people start turnin’ up, I need spectors to one side and those who wanna compete ‘n’ whatever sent my way, yeah? ❞ It wasn’t every day the Captain of Flintlock would be taking orders, yet here Eddie was, nodding slowly as Tommy spoke.

After all, Tom knew what he was doing, and what he’d organized for today. A dog sledding race. Up ahead there were three sleds positioned, dogs waiting around with some NPCs who were busy preparing the beginning of the race. The track had been marked out clearly; through the village, around the forest and then back around into the village. ❝ All right. ❞ Ed nodded his head in one short movement, wandering over to the starting line before standing and waiting around for people to begin to arrive. Tommy, on the other hand, began to prepare the sleds, permanent frown on his face.

Ed looked around quietly. This race was going to be absolute carnage.

// short post but tommy has decided to host a dog sledding race! there are three available sleds with two on a team, meaning six characters can choose to compete. others are able to spectate, make bets or help out with the dogs!! before the race begins it will be implied that tommy walks everyone through on how to control the sled etc. but he just thought it'd be a fun way for people to learn.

[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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[freddie]

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— the race was going to be absolute carnage. adding frederick stirling to the mix surely only made it that much worse. he flashed a few smiles towards people as he strolled past, wandering over towards the starting line. thomas, ever the dog whisperer, no doubt orchestrated the entire thing. hell, he probably put the dog race together just so that he could hand everyone’s asses over on a silver platter. maybe he wasn’t even participating and just wanted everyone to learn how to work a sled dog team… but though, freddie, being the competitive man he was, at least wouldn’t go down without a fight. throw some fun into the mix.

was it called cheating? no. frederick preferred simply “playing dirty” or something along those lines. his eyes wandered over towards edmund, raising his brows before heading over to perma-frown tommy. “are you racing?” might as well gauge the competition. gaze wandered towards the dogs, settling for bending down to briefly scratch between the ears. “you fit right in with these dogs, don’t you?” a sly comment said oh-so casually.

[DAMIEN.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Damien didn't know a lot about dogs, or caring for dogs, but these ones Damien liked. They seemed focused, antsy. Ready to run. Damien loved to run. He was restless, ready to move. As he settled himself onto a sled, Damien looked around at the others starting to gather around their teams. Damien figured he'd just pick up another person - he didn't really care if he knew them or not - Damien was focused on the racing itself. Honestly, he didn't even mind if he lost - he was just excited to do something new. He had absolutely no clue how to sled race, and he'd completely forgotten all the commands that Eddie had given out.

"Ok, doggies." Damien said to his team, face screwed up in a concentrated expression. "We gotta run fast. And by we, I mean you guys." It was a little odd, having to sit on the sled when they'd have to lug his weight around - but Damien had never tried to keep up with a dog before, and he doubted he could run as fast as they could.

[RORY T.]

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comeptition fueled people, naturally.  drove them to learn. rory wasn't much of a fan of transportation-by-animal — or a horse to be specific. the smell they entailed was fucking atrocious , a smell that rory couldn't bother to get behind even if it got him somewhere faster. not only that, but any living, breathing thing that was bigger than him couldn't be trusted. let that thing under him, and he'd be dead in a split fucking second — no thank you, he was good on that. dogs and sleds, though? far more up his alley.

rory had always been a dog person. you could trust them far more than humans, a much more suitable companion than cats. when rory was little, he remembered wanting to bring home the strays he and his mother saw in boxes on the road back to their house. she'd always dismiss it until one day , she brought one home for his birthday. the poor thing lasted about three months in the household before an abusive drunken asshole got ahold of it , but in that little time it'd become rory's best friend. since then , he hadn't stumbled upon one he bonded with as much — and besides , most of them were strays fighting just as vigorously as him for their next meal. he didn't want to risk being bitten.

that all changed with these dogs, or at least one dog in particular. oakley was the color of snow and rust, with eyes to match. he was a leader in one of the three , and did a hell of a job at it. the other dogs clearly admired him , and hell , so did rory. besides observation , he didn't get to experience the dog in full motion . perhaps it was time he did so. "what's our reward for winning this?" he asks tommy, trekking over to an excited yet concentrated oakley; he simply acknowledges rory with a wag of his tail.

[EDMUND.]

Ed folded his arms across his chest, the soft hint of furrowed brows whilst he watched upon the preparations taking place. It was unsurprising to learn that Eddie would not take part in whatever wild race this would be, not that he was a stranger to precarious situations; he just preferred to not get himself another concussion so soon after the last one. And so, with the pad of his thumb running up and down the side of his arm thoughtfully, he looked on as competitors began to arrive for the race.

Tommy was met by the oh-so pleasant Freddie - and, by pleasant, he meant that it would be his pleasure to turn around and punch him if it weren’t for Eddie overseeing the race like a miserable playground supervisor. Instead, Tommy paused what he was doing, turning to look over towards Fred with a frown. At first, he wanted to say no. But, it would be his honor to see the look on Freddie's face when he’d inevitably lose to Tom. ❝ What does it look like? ❞ He questioned, pausing before adding, ❝ Of course I am. ❞

He returned to buckling a dog’s harness, huffing with disbelief beneath his breath at Freddie’s snarky comment. ❝ Yeah- ❞ He chose to agree, however. ❝ I also bite if you pester me too much. ❞ He grumbled before standing up again and uttering a quiet, ❝ Dickhead. ❞ beneath his breath.

❝ I hope ya weren’t getting started without me! ❞ Alfie’s booming voice echoed down the street as he jogged closer towards the sleds. ❝ I forgot how to fucking tie my sh- Uh! ❞ He had no time to react before slipping on the snow, landing on his back in the most ungraceful of fashions.

❝ What the f- ❞ Tommy began, curling a disinterested lip.

❝ It’s fine! ❞ Alfie crawled back up onto his feet, clothing a little bit wet but the man otherwise unaffected as he continued to trot over. ❝ So who's in what team?! ❞ He questioned as he arrived, looking over towards Eddie expectantly whilst he subtly tried to brush snow off of his trousers.

❝ Oh, uh- ❞ Eddie frowned. He wasn't supposed to be getting involved in this but he supposed he had little say in the matter now. ❝ Fred and Damien. Alfie and Rory. Tom, you can go on your own unless somebody else turns up. ❞ He directed halfheartedly, watching as Alfie eagerly wandered over towards Rory, slinging an around around his shoulders roughly. ❝ It's me 'n' you, buddy! ❞

At Rory's question, Tommy didn't give much of an answer apart from a shrug of the shoulders. ❝ Dunno- ❞ He started, shriveling his nose up. ❝ A pat on the back? A gold star? ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; 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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