CHANGES — introduction.

[OLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]joining this flintlock hadn't been her intention. eddie was a one-night stand to lorena whose supplies she'd meant to swindle and go, except it hadn't worked out that way. he'd caught her, and to save face, she agreed to go with him. to here. this group. his group. sure, it hadn't been her intention, but lorena would be lying if she said she preferred being alone.

in fact, the opposite was true. whoever said that they preferred solitude over company were simply lying; naturally, humans were built to seek out, and find solace in one another. maybe more-so in the new world, but not much has changed? if anything, maybe they needed each other more than ever.

the atmosphere is different than her last group had been. kim recruited girls, and only girls, who were physically attractive. personalities ranged, but to be accepted, one had to learn to be brutal and borderline misandrist. lorena came in looking for family, and so, was willing to do whatever it took; already, she harbored deep-rooted hatred towards those who wronged her, which more often than not happened to be men. taking that out on the victim's she found to be relatively easy. in her previous group, there was never a dull moment; kim simply wouldn't allow it. chaos reigned.

here... it was different here. upon arrival, she noticed the quiet. bustling here and there, but other than that, nothing. men reigned the halls without fear of victimhood; women didn't viciously point out each other's flaws to boost their own insecurities. the lodge was luxurious in comparison to the cramped motel, and there wasn't a stench of alcohol or drugs, but firewood.

it was something that maybe she should have had when she was young; but she's twenty-two now, and rather than comforting, it just is odd. the only real person she takes comfort in is josephine, a girl that could have probably made it in her previous group. she was attractive enough. she's the only one that knows that lorena is an english-speaker, and she's good with keeping it that way, at least for now. lorena is perfectly comfortable in her faux victimhood. where she can blend without much question about who she was or where she came from.

she's more accustomed to the nighttime, it's quieter then. slips from her room to go down to the living area where the whisk of a fire still burns steadily. in her hands, she carries her rabbit, diablo. she's relatively big for her age, but lorena's gotten used to carrying her. settling down, she crosses her legs and places diablo onto her lap where she comfortably settles, beginning to stroke the rabbit's ears as she hums softly.

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]josephine would have thought that joining one of the established groups would have calmed her life. slowed it down, brought a more stable way of life, but god how she’s been wrong. yeah, a lot of it could be because of the person joey is, but she likes to think that it has to do with another crime family being so immensely involved with flintlock. her old lifestyle was focused on her own family’s business, now, she doesn’t have the responsibility but has the same morally ambiguous people around her. adjusting to life around the lodge has been pretty easy and she doesn’t plan on packing up and leaving any time soon, so there’s something.

outside of her family, though, building friendships has been slow. she has a decent base, but none that were similar to her, really. until lorena showed up. instantly, simply by looks, joey was intrigued and drawn to her. the two clicked, before lorena even spoke to anyone else. they’ve been spending more and more time together and the girl lets joey forget about being pregnant; and it’s an escape that joey craves. she can forget william and elijah and the baby and whatever is going on between her sister and their captain, plus, girls supporting girls, that’s what she likes anyway. she’s even learning spanish! who would’ve thought.

joey wanders out of one of the rooms she often spends the night in to go back to her own room. in the dark she can see the glow of the fire in the main area. normally, joey would speed right past it, averting her eyes from the warm orange light; a product of being in a fire and losing your parents to one. but, she glances for a half second this time and sees her friend sitting in front of it. joey stops, wanting to go and talk with her but she hates the fire. she expeles a breath from her nose and pouts a bit, telling herself to just suck it up. she walks in, hands balled into fists to try and distract herself. “ buenos noches, “ joey offers, pushing a grin onto her face as she sits to the right of lorena, but facing her so the fire is only slightly in the corner of her eye. joey slowly reaches out to gently pets the rabbit, “ [color=#990000]i’m learning, “ she giggles.

// this is rough but!!

[spoiler=tags, updated 05/17/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy, demetri
↳ one english setter puppy, robin
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun .
&. pregnant ; first trimester . [/spoiler]

[freddie]

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— freddie liked to think he had it relatively easy in life compared to others. then again, life was always easier for the one sniping than the one being sniped, wasn’t it? perhaps to the average person, they would have found his life absolutely miserable. gunfire, power, violence and greed all experienced at such a young age. frederick simply hadn’t known any better at the time to even know his life was any different from any other life.

he still didn’t- not to the extent that he should, at least. all that he had learned throughout the years was to simply keep those darker, uglier parts tucked away and hidden from the people who didn’t understand. with such a pretty face, it was relatively easy to play the part and win people over. a charming smile worked wonders to conceal what was truly going on in his head.

sometimes, though, it started to feel more and more like he was genuinely the person he pretended to be. perhaps there was some humanity in there, after all; fred didn’t know whether to embrace it or feel repulsed by it.

it wasn’t exactly a regular thing for fred to be out and about, digging around in the kitchen. though after a long day of keeping the bar in check, he seemed to become a bit restless around the later hours. as he searched around for something to eat to at least keep himself satisfied for the night, the sound of quiet humming made him lift his head towards the living area. footsteps.

”buenos noches.” he poked his head out from the kitchen area, down to the living space. joey, and-? he stepped away from the kitchen, apple in hand, eventually leaning against the doorway of the living space. lorena. he heard surprisingly little about her. honestly, the only thing he did know was that she didn’t speak english.

taking a bite out of the apple - the loud crunch quite the way to introduce himself to the conversation - he then hummed absently. “i think what you meant to say,” he paused, swallowing the mouthful of food in his mouth. he held the apple up closer to his mouth, gesturing towards joey before saying, ”was ‘hola’.” sometimes his obliviousness was downright painful to observe.


//good god i'm sorry this took so long
and that it's so stupid
i tried though okay ASDF

[EDMUND.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]If it had been any other person who tried to slip out in the midst of the night with all of his belongings, Eddie certainly would not have been as lenient as he had been with Lorena. She was a liar and a thief, nothing more than a woman who had held a gun to his chest with the intention to shoot. And - dammit - he hated the way she made him feel. That wariness around her often felt more like intrigue. A respect for her because he had realized just how valuable she could be to this group. He wanted to dislike her, he wanted to have turned her away for ever playing him the way she did, but he admittedly found that the thrill of keeping a close eye on her cunning manipulations was too intriguing to resist.

He’d not speak of the night that they had shared together with anybody else, mostly concerned that the events which led up to that evening - plus the events which closely followed - would make Edmund out to be a fool. In many ways, that wasn’t too far from the truth; that intimacy with another was the closest to vulnerability as he was willing to get, and so he searched for it restlessly despite obvious risks.

There was quiet chatter in the lounge - not that Ed was too interested in adding much to the conversation - but the conversation drew him in. Peeking his head in, eyes shifted across those in the room before he wandered in silently. He chose to stay close to the wall, removing his pack of cigarettes from his pocket in order to roll some more ahead of time. Gaze glanced over towards his cousin briefly, frown settled on his features, before lowering his eyes again to begin preparing the tobacco and filter on the paper.

❝ How’s the rabbit managing in the cold? Good? ❞ Eddie was slow to enunciate his words for Lorena, still unaware that she could understand every word that he said. As far as he was aware, she didn’t speak English. She’d not yet given him any indication that she could understand but, with the way he nodded towards the rabbit, he’d hoped that she had an idea of what he was saying.

He was going to be so frustrated once finding out she could understand him all this time, and that this was nothing more than her playing him yet again.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 06/06.][size=6pt]◜BASICS ┊ SO THIS IS WHERE WE ARE◞
&. ❝ edmund theodore stirling ❞ | ed, eddie | male [he/him] .
&. 24 years old . | seventh august ; leo .
&. currently the captain and official loyalist of flintlock lodge .
&. currently the boss of the stirling's notorious irish crime family .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IT'S NOT WHERE WE HAD WANTED TO BE◞
&.  ambitious . brave . calm . disciplined . honorable . intelligent . leading . logical . patient . reliable . skillful . trustworthy . wise . aloof . cynical . detached . flirtatious . harsh . jealous . lustful . pessimistic . quiet . ruthless . secretive . stubborn .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ IF HALF THE WORLD'S GONE MAD ◞
&.  five foot eight & one hundred and seventy one pounds ; reference .
↳ dirty blond hair kept very short and neat .
↳ stocky and well-built frame , lightly freckled skin .
↳ muted blue vacant eyes , unreadable , somewhat frowning expression .

◜ FAMILY ┊ THE OTHER HALF JUST DON'T CARE , YOU SEE◞
&. alfred stirling x leonora moray | both deceased .
&. four older siblings and two younger half-siblings .
↳ dominik stirling , 32 , shot and killed by alfred .
↳ thomas stirling , 32 , caretaker in flintlock .
↳ alfonso stirling , 28 , enforcer in flintlock
↳ franklin darrow , 25 , estranged in bluestem .
↳ henry stirling , 11 , resident in flintlock
↳ ida stirling , 9 , resident in flintlock
&. also lives with four cousins and his aunt .
&. father to thomas , charlotte , kieron and louis .

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH US◞
&. bisexual, biromantic ; mongamous | tends to have a wandering eye .
&. ex-husband to blake kegan
↳ marriage fell apart after he cheated on her .
&. ex-lover to mickey serge
↳ he learned about his bisexuality with him .
&. ex-lover to cove lefebvre
↳ one of the other women , pregnant with his baby .
&. lover to maxine van doren
↳ a rekindled flame where their relationship is kept a secret .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ BRITISH TO THE VERY LAST ◞
&.  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 7/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
&. [member=2919]truce.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[OLLIE.]

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lorena is able to take 'note of joey's voice, greeting her with a buenos noches. anyone else, she might have been annoyed. in fact, she much preferred the ignorance of her native language here; but with joey, she didn't mind. only a few days in, and she is learning. lorena doesn't expect for her to learn everything, but hopefully enough to be able to hold conversation when others might be weighing in. "you are₁." a few sentences of english is fine. she smiled in approval.

then, another voice. so much for peaceful, but with a group, it's almost what lorena expects. "i think what you meant to say was hola," god, some men did undoubtedly good jobs at playing idiot. she says playing for a reason. the obliviousness, however, is genuine. quite an interesting mix. "no, lo que creo que quería decir era idiota" her voice is sweet, and she smiles in his face, knowing that he'd have no clue that she's just insulted him to his face.

and then, there's eddie. he'd appeared subtly, as if not to intrude in the conversation— at least not at first. in all honesty, it's been awhile since she'd spoken to him, as if she allowed any room for proper conversation in the first time. he, too, thinks she's nothing more than an confused girl whose clueless about the words that he speaks. as long as she's testing the waters of his little group, it'll stay that way, but eddie is undoubtedly an interesting cause. he seems like an easy case upon first meeting him, but the more time she spends around him the more she realizes that isn't true. he's not as readable, or as vulnerable as she suspected.

"good," she repeats, gesturing to herself and then to the rabbit with a nod. her eyes linger on him a few seconds too long, and just like that, she's turned away again without much bother. in fact, she's turned back to joey and then ultimately, her rabbit.

₁ no, what i think she meant to say was idiot.