[hider=ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ] [center][i]ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ﹐ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇϙᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. [ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx][/i][/center] [sub][u]ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]Maverick Gunnar Smith Jones O’Connor[/indent] [sub][u]ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)[/u][/sub] [indent]Rick[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀɢᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]32[/indent] [sub][u]ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]Male[/indent] [sub][u]sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ﹠ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs[/u][/sub] [indent]✔ tracker ✖ extreme risk taker[/indent] [sub][u]ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Arrogant, conniving, snarky, playboy; those are just a fraction of the many words tossed in Maverick’s direction. The worst part? Chances are that most of the negative labels used to describe him are entirely accurate. Facts are -he’s a lone-wolf and most of his income is through stealing. Everything else is merely perspective. Truth is that he’d do almost anything if the price is right and has no shame in admitting it. Now take that information and combine it with his devil-may-care lifestyle and doesn’t-bother-me attitude; it’s no wonder not many people wish to be around him.[/indent] [sub][u]ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Maverick wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Starting life on his family’s ranch in Louisiana, Maverick had to work starting from a young age. Around then he’d learnt the hard way that if you hadn’t a penny to your name, nobody cared. Maverick’s older brothers taught him the art of theft and from then on, he started learning new skills on his own. He left home when he was only 18 and has since built up his renowned reputation, earning himself a hefty bounty over his head. Rumors have it that before he left, Maverick even went as far as to turn his own father to the sheriffs for the monetary reward.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]He owns a stallion named [url=https://i.imgur.com/KGOzBEy.jpg]Bull’s Eye[/url] and a mutt named [url=https://i.imgur.com/8fMfN0a.jpg]Dodger[/url].[/indent] [sub][u]ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ[/u][/sub] [indent]5’10.5” tall with a fit built, Maverick isn’t exactly what you’d call intimidating at first glance. However, his firm facial features and harsh temper compensates for that. He has brown shaggy hair and turquoise eyes.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ[/u][/sub] [center][IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/2hcf77l.png[/IMG][/center][/hider] [hider=ᴊᴇssᴇ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ] [center][i]··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇϙᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴡ ᴇɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴsɪsᴛs ᴏɴ.·· [ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ][/i][/center] [sub][u]ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]Jesse Archibald Morrison[/indent] [sub][u]ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)[/u][/sub] [indent]N/A[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀɢᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]35[/indent] [sub][u]ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]Male[/indent] [sub][u]sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ﹠ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs[/u][/sub] [indent]---[/indent] [sub][u]ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Jesse’s a very optimistic person, and just loves to laugh; some say his joy is horribly contagious. He enjoys playing cards and gambling, but unlike most men he won’t go anywhere near alcohol or even a pipe to smoke. He’s an honest and dependable person, but also unusually reserved at times. Some say he has the potential of a leader but he prefers to give advice, or better, simply sit back and listen. He tends to be lazy but if he puts in effort, he can be a hard worker. He’s a very hands-on guy and prefers manual work over problem solving. But, he also has great tracking and investigative skills, which is how he makes his living off bounty hunting. And being the mischievous daredevil he is, he isn’t afraid of a little trouble here and there. Despite this knack of his, he dislikes fights and tried to avoid them at all costs.[/indent] [sub][u]ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Jesse was the second-oldest boy born, with a total of 3 sons and 2 daughters in the family. His mother was a nursemaid while his father ran the farm they owned, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. Jesse was very curious and clever, so he was quick to learn when his father starting bringing him along to help with taking care of things by age 6. Jesse loved the outside and he knew riding like he did the back of his hand. Life was good and everything went fine for years, but then things took a turn one night after his father didn’t come home from a night out with his friends. Jesse and his brothers went out through town searching for him, but to no avail. The next morning their father arrived home; he was drunk and had obviously been in a fight. They tried to figure what happened but he was incomprehensible and after some fussing over by their mother, their father went to bed. The family tried to forget the incident, dismissing it as a simple mistake. But then his father started to change, and it seemed like Jesse was the only one to notice –or at least, point it out and confront him about it. He started becoming aggressive towards everyone and threatened to abuse his wife, only stopping when Jesse or someone else stepped in and often had to get physical. He started going out late at night and slacking back in his work, causing a major setback in production and a loss in profit. The rest of the family seemed to have given up on him and it felt like no matter how hard he tried to connect with him, the father Jesse once knew was gone. As a last resort to bond with his father and help him get back into his old ways, Jesse decided to take him out on a hunting trip. To sum it all up, Jesse returned from the trip; alone, and with freshly made scars strewn over his face. Jesse never told the truth of what happened then; he simply packed up and left. He has been traveling around since.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]He owns two cattle dogs, [url=https://i.imgur.com/O93yG3K.jpg]Butch[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/GPyQ3P0.jpg]Bonnie[/url], along with stallion named [url=https://i.imgur.com/3MGhdTk.jpg]Woody[/url].[/indent] [sub][u]ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ[/u][/sub] [indent]Jesse is tall and muscular, but of average build. He just reaches 6’1” tall and weighs 215 lbs. He has lightly tanned olive skin, short brown, tussled hair, and dark brown eyes. He has two thick [url=http://photo.qip.ru/photo/tais-nar/95159594/xlarge/102239777.jpg]scars[/url] that mar the left half of his face; the first once covers from his the top of his forehead and down to his chin, the second runs over his lips.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ[/u][/sub] [center][IMG]http://i60.tinypic.com/jtw376.png[/IMG][/center][/hider] [hider=ᴄᴇ́ʟɪɴᴇ﹕ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ ] [center][i]sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴇs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ. [ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs][/i][/center] [sub][u]ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]Céline Clarice D'airelle Thibault[/indent] [sub][u]ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)[/u][/sub] [indent]goes by surname Morrison[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀɢᴇ[/u][/sub] [indent]19[/indent] [sub][u]ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]Female[/indent] [sub][u]sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ﹠ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs[/u][/sub] [indent]✔ trilingual (English, Castellano, and Français) ✔ natural touch for horses ✖ naïve & inexperienced[/indent] [sub][u]ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Céline’s a dainty young woman who barely looks old enough to be treated as an adult. But do not be fooled by her shy demeanor and cherubic looks, for this damsel certainly knows what she’s doing and is far from distressed. Lost, yes, albeit certainly not helpless. Céline was always pampered and was raised with all the spoils that come with growing up in a wealthy household but she was taught to behave as a lady since the moment she could speak. Although Céline was never allowed to get herself tarnished with any hands-on work, the young heiress was educated just as any man in her position would have been. She’s very well-learned, having been home schooled personally by tutors and university professors from all over. She knows her way around literature, mathematics, the arts, and can play a number of instruments. But give her a hammer? The poor lass would look at you like you’ve grown another head. In order to avoid rousing suspicion Céline has kept up appearances thus far by feigning confidence and observing others, then finding some excuse or another to avoid the tasks she really cannot manage. There are still many skills to be learned but she’s managing. Occasionally she’ll attempt to ask for assistance under the pretense of seeking constructive criticism. However her main go-to plan is diverting conversations wherever she feels necessary for the sake of concealing her identity. Céline has attempted lying but she found memorizing the details of a faux life to be too confusing so she’ll either omit details or twist/exaggerate them. She also has a tendency to answer questions with another one, and the trend has become a strong habit of hers.[/indent] [sub][u]ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ[/u][/sub] [indent]Daughter to Valencia and Iago Thibault, Céline is an only child and was born in with a silver spoon in her mouth. Though both her parents are immigrants she has only ever known her American upbringing. {asdfghjkl... tbc}[/indent] [sub][u]ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ[/u][/sub] [indent]Céline owns a Norwegian Fjord named [url=https://i.imgur.com/RxWJEGJ.jpg]Dandy[/url], which she used to run away from home. He's old and slow and certainly no palfrey but he's her favorite and was even the horse she learned to ride with. That said, Céline couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ[/u][/sub] [indent]Céline is a petite young woman, weighing 105 lbs and barely reaching 4’11” tall. She has long, blonde, Rapunzel hair that reaches to her waist. She has pale, porcelain skin and her eyes are grey-green.[/indent] [sub][u]ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ[/u][/sub] [center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/yYn4KnF.png[/IMG][/center] [/hider]