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_______________________________________________ He/Him | 28 | Irish-American | 6’1ft | 229lb _______________________________________________ Isolation _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "There's a lot I'm capable of. None of it good." ___________________________________ Firearms ⫻ As a former police officer, Shane is trained in the use of firearms. His experience ranges only as far as a beat cop however so his familiarity is more focused towards pistols and revolvers, he has used rifles before on firing ranges but is significantly less familiar with them. Brawling ⫻ Shane was always something of a pugilist growing up but when he began his police training he decided to also refine his fighting further just in case. Shane is hardly any kind of prizefighter but his size, experience and aggression ensure he's more than capable of holding his own in a scrap. Cardio ⫻ Shane's proclivity towards getting into fights, particularly where his family was concerned, was an instance where James had to step in as a father beyond giving money to his child. In an effort to mellow him out and use his energy in a more constructive manner, James signed Shane up to do track and field. An activity Shane enjoyed enough to take through the rest of his school life. Although it's not something he's kept up on, even with years of drinking, Shane still has relatively good running speed and stamina. Handy ⫻ As one of the Vanburens familiar with getting his hands dirty, Shane is something of a handyman. Able to maintain and repair most everyday household objects without issue. A skill he founded during his youth through one of the subjects he actually had a natural aptitude for and one he further developed later in life out of financial necessity. Like most, he's possessive about what little tools he does own. | Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It's not a secret I didn't get these scars fallin' over in church." An immediate first glance can tell anyone that Shane is prickly and unwelcoming. Cold blue hollow eyes and with a perpetual frown on his face, only sometimes placated (or exacerbated) when drunk. Despite his known to be well-off family he's generally seen as plain or unkempt, with long dishevelled dark red hair and a tangled beard making him look far more savage than the surname Vanburen would imply. His eyes often bloodshot and with dark rings underneath along with some faint scarring along the left side of his mouth only adds to his general thug like appearance. Shane is tall and quite stocky, especially compared to his siblings. Owing largely to his prior career and often taking on the odd labour based job around town. That said, his midsection has softened more than it should at his age due to the frequent alcohol intake. Shane's clothing reflects his attitude, which is to say it is often very rough, cheap or functional. He tends to wear the same all purpose black boots for every outfit along with a pair of dark blue jeans and an un-tucked shirt, usually flannel, over a plain white or black T-shirt. |
_______________________________ NAME: _______________________________ "The changing of this world is not as fearsome as it sounds." | _______________________________ Bearer Of The One Truth Bearer Of The One Truth "Well met, do you have a moment to discuss the word of The One Being?" ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ What are you? What are you? APPEARANCE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "An irregular Missionary, perhaps. But a Missionary none the less." At a distance, Croix could easily pass for your stereotypical marauder or general thug. His build is stocky and tall, his face and body littered with scarring, strange markings and the general dirt that comes from travelling the Deadwoods. And his mangy shoulder length silver hair and beard. Yet when closer inspected his dress sense does not evoke that of a brigand, indeed, he is closer to that of a priest. There are... Liberties taken with his choice of outfit compared to how one would typically picture a priest however. His collar is discoloured and appears homemade and his overall outfit is worn and tattered. Fitted more for Deadwood's hazardous terrain than a sermon. He wears two layers on his body, one being a standard black duster style coat while the other is a torn cloak worn over his shirt and jacket in order to protect against the colder nights and terrain. He also wears a wide brimmed black hat to combat against the sun along with handwraps to offer some degree of protection when needing to hold or tear through the sharp brambles in the heavily forested areas. CAPABILITIES ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "To spread the word of The One Being. One must be ready to face those unwelcoming to hear it." In spite of his spirituality, Croix's skillset is much more suited towards his frame than his faith. Able to wield an axe or great-sword like it was a common long-sword without any obvious difficulty, yet his powerful frame does not seem to be justification enough for his raw strength and durability. While normally affable, even jovial, in a fight he seems overcome like a mad beast. Swinging his axe with enough force to split trees and taking punishment that should realistically stop him in his tracks all while seemingly revelling in the bloodshed like a man possessed. It is theorised by some who have seem him in battle that he is possibly part giant or split with another race, whatever he may be, it is not fully human. In terms of weakness however, Croix is not unstoppable. While he can swing weapons his height without any physical problems on his part, he is still slower on the swing than someone using a much lighter weapon. Furthermore, his style is inherently bestial, meaning that while it often only takes one hit from him to at least force an enemy into panic, his attacks can be blocked, dodged or parried by skilled or fast enough enemies. Lastly, while near everyone is susceptible to magic regardless, Croix seems to be debilitated by it more than most. His strange durability means he can withstand it most of the time but offensive spells that hit or effect him often make him clutch his head in pain or even make him fall to his knee outright while he composes himself. EQUIPMENT ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My faith is all I require... And perhaps some wine." Croix typically travels quite light, typically his largest and most prominent item is his Axe for which he has no scabbard or way to hold it save carrying it rested against his shoulder. Beyond that his notable items are a small coin purse with rarely much currency within and his leatherbound locked tome, the key for which rests on a necklace that Croix never removes. Although often friendly, if offputting, he is extremely protective of his book and will politely but firmly deny any one else the chance to read its contents or even hold it. Though vague, Croix at most insinuates the book is related to his religion and knowledge of The One Being but refuses to go into much detail beyond this. |
"Loser no more, Junior." _____________________________________________________ NAME: Lucas Tony Miller _______________________________________________ EPITHET: The Tiger Of Gold City _______________________________________________ AGE: 20 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6'0 _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 170lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: American _______________________________________________ LIKES: Fighting, Strength, Pro Wrestling, Video Games, Shōnen, The Gruesome Twosome, Hoagies From The Wawa _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Boredom, Weakness, MAVERICK, Horizon Frontiers, Hoagies From The Gas Station |