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[hider=Sutton Lockwood | The Mayor's Assistant]
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[indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=fcb9c1]Sutton Lockwood[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row]
[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/kXmApnu.jpeg[/img]

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[center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[sub][color=fcb9c1][b]S U T T O N[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]L O C K W O O D[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=fcb9c1]28     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  blonde[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  brown[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  5' 7"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  slender[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  human[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  citizen[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=fcb9c1][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  mayor's assistant & thrall[/color]
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[color=fcb9c1][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]diplomat[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- With a masters in political science, Sutton is quite skilled in the world of not only politics but simply personal affairs. While more humble in nature, she is well spoken and able to navigate most situations through concise conversation. She is able to ease confrontations, conduct negotiations, and foster strong relationships whether it is business or personal.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]intelligent[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Since she was young, Sutton took to learning like a fish to water. When her friends would run and play outside, she would curl up in a window with a book about sciences, philosophy, mythology… [i]anything.[/i] Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge didn’t end at High School or even college. Whenever she stumbles upon something she does not know, she will research it ad nauseam until she is an expert at that topic too.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]charitable[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- The Lockwood family is known for their charity, donating large sums of their wealth to the betterment of town to ensure no one is homeless or hungry. Sutton is the product of her raising, showing the same charity and selflessness. She has always been said to have a large, bleeding heart. She will go out of her way to help anyone, as long as it’s within her capabilities to do so.[/i][/color]

[color=fcb9c1][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]thrall[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- For nearly four years Sutton has been the unwilling thrall to Mayor Holt. He keeps her under his thumb with frequent compulsion and a dependency on his blood. Her life, for better or worse, revolves around the mayor from the moment she wakes until she goes to bed. Although it is not out of loyalty but fear and the threat to kill her family should she disobey him.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]isolated[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Mayor Holt keeps Sutton on a tight leash. Like most abusers, he keeps her isolated and far removed from her family, friends, or anyone who might try to help her. He made her move into the apartment above the market so no matter where she went she was always under the watchful gaze of himself or the vampires he was in league with. She hasn’t spoken to or seen her family more than in passing since she entered his employ.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]naive[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- While Sutton is intelligent and wise beyond her years, her knowledge begins and ends in what she can study between the pages of a book. When it comes to practical, real world knowledge she is quite inexperienced. Growing up in a small town has given her a skewed sense of how the world should work, often seeing things through rose tinted glasses, and believing—in vain—that people are innately good and kind hearted.[/i][/color]

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[color=fcb9c1][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]meek [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] resilient [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] guarded [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] compassionate [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] repressed[/b][/color]

[color=fcb9c1][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080]The Lockwood family goes back to the creation of Pine Ridge as one of the founding families and beyond. They have established themselves as a permanent presence and a household name through their ownership of the quarry, along with a handful of other small businesses throughout the town. A family built on philanthropy, a majority of their wealth goes back into Pine Ridge through charity, donations, and investments with the goal of not a single person within the small town being left without a home or a full belly. They are one of the primary investors for the recent rebuild and opening of the old ghost town and mines, in the hopes that it will increase tourism and bring a surge of economic gain to the small town. 

Henry and Sharon (formerly Anderson) Lockwood had a deep love for their hometown. They were in High School when the mines collapsed and the wave of devastation that followed. Many of the people who survived left, but they didn’t, they couldn’t. They remained because they shared whispers in locker lined halls of the life they’d build after graduating, of their parents’ legacies that they intended to continue, and of the family they planned on raising in the very halls they stood in. They married shortly after graduation and together, they worked tirelessly to help forge modern Pine Ridge, determined to restore the town’s charm and warmth brick by brick. 

Their family came later, not until the last foundation was poured and the neon buzz of open signs lined the freshly paved new Main Street. Only then could they rest and build the life they wanted. First came Sawyer, a spitting image of his father with all of his charm and none of his temperament. And then a few years later was Sutton, a quiet and well mannered girl, with her mother’s beauty and her father’s golden blonde hair. While the siblings were each other’s best friend and inseparable since they were both in diapers, they grew into entirely different people. 

Once Sawyer was a teenager, their father had tried to instill in him the same duty and responsibilities that followed the name Lockwood. [i]Legacy.[/i] But he wanted nothing to do with following in their parent’s footsteps or remaining stuck and miserable in Pine Ridge for the rest of his life. Throughout High School he grew rebellious, sardonic, and troublesome. He skipped more days than he attended and would have gone to juvy half a dozen times if there was one in a small town in the mountains. No one was really surprised when it happened. The night of his eighteenth birthday he packed a bag, snuck out the window, leaving his family and Pine Ridge behind along with a single note that said “Sutton.”

With her brother gone, the legacy of the Lockwood family fell solely on Sutton’s shoulders, but unlike Sawyer, she settled into the role of expectation like she was born to it. Having already absorbed her parents’ ideals and charitable nature she didn’t have to prove herself or change who she was, she simply thrived. Her time was spent furthering her education and knowledge however possible, and when her nose wasn’t in a book she stood right alongside her parents helping them in every way she could. Not only did she wish to continue their work but as she grew older and neared the end of her High School career, her sights kept soaring higher until her ambitions landed on the seat of the Mayor. 

Sutton graduated top of her class, receiving the title of valedictorian, countless scholarships, and acceptance into every top college in the country. Furthering her education was never a question of [i]“if”[/i] but [i]“where.”[/i] After months of deliberation and campus visits, her thirst for knowledge carried her across the country to Yale. After six long years of rigorous study, she finally returned back home with a masters degree in political science and an associates degree in economics. 

It wasn’t long after her return that the position opened up… [i]an internship working with the town’s new mayor.[/i] It was perfect and exactly what she needed to get her foot in the door. Sutton applied, excited and desperate for the position. She never found out why she was accepted, if it was because of her eagerness, or family’s name, or simply because she was easy to manipulate. All she knew was what she discovered later… that it was the worst decision she ever made in her life. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=fcb9c1][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #fcb9c1 [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=fcb9c1][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] hannah dodd [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=fcb9c1][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] mjolnir[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=Sutton's Studio Apartment & Car][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7VkasX3.png[/img][/center]

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[hider=Sutton's Relationships][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][center][color=2e2c2c].
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[justify][sub][color=808080][i]Any unlisted relationships have no prior history of note, but given the size of the town, and Sutton's disposition, she likely knows them all in passing and is friendly. ( aside from new faces )[/i][/color][/sub][/justify][/center][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=9fc9a8]C H A R L O T T E [color=2e2c2c].[/color] M C C O Y[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]sisterly love & admiration[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"Charlie was my girl scout leader when I was in grade school. I always kind of looked up to her and became her shadow whether she liked it or not. She sort of was like a big sister to me, especially once Sawyer left. She came to my graduation, helped me apply to colleges, and even celebrated with my family when I got into Yale… I miss her. I should—I wish I was able to visit her."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=a04535]H A Z E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] M I L L E R[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]friendly stranger[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"She’s usually working whenever I eat at the diner. I try to be nice and start some small talk, but I don’t want to be overbearing. Hazel’s just one of the few normal people I see on a regular basis, and sometimes it’s nice to be around normal. I don’t know why she’s here. I haven’t asked, but I’ve told her she should stay. I love this town and it could use more… normal."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=2e6f40]W I L L O W [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H Y D E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]cautious fringeship[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"I’ve wound up in Dr. Hyde’s clinic more times than I’d care to admit over the past four years. She’s the one who diagnosed me as anemic. I think she knows it’s more than that... I can see it in the way she looks at me, how she doesn’t ask prying questions, and offers comfort through the guise of doctor patient confidentiality. I hate lying to her, but it’s better that way."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=c71585]N E L T H E A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] A N D E R S[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]childhood friends[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"The Lockwoods and Anders were friends long before I was born. It was natural for Nelly and I to gravitate toward each other. We were inseparable from diapers up through grade school. But adolescence and High School changes people. She got wild and reckless as she got older while I just… stayed the same. We gradually started drifting apart. I think Nelly didn’t want to be a bad influence on me. I don’t know. I never asked. She looks good though… happy."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=6e4685]V A L E R I A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] C A R R I N G T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]cordial tenancy[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"I’m not sure what a standard landlord is like, but I would say Ms. Carrington is a good one. She’s friendly, respects my privacy, and even offered me a job in the market if I wanted it. Mr. Holt would never allow it, but it’s nice knowing there are options if I need them."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=315b70]S A M U E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H O L T[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]professional servitude[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"I—I don’t like talking about this. He’s my boss, a good boss. He’s just protective, and particular, and very busy. I’m lucky to work for him and to have a boss that makes sure I want for nothing. He’s a great Mayor. Pine Ridge is lucky to have him."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=89684d]C L I N T [color=2e2c2c].[/color] W E S T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]surprisingly friendly[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=fcb9c1]"Clint’s relationship with the Mayor is a little weird. It’s not a friendship I would have pegged, but there’s a trust there that I can’t begin to understand. I don’t know what I expected out of one of Mr. Holt’s friends, but Clint is very nice and polite. He never ignores me, makes an effort to include me in conversations, and greets me whenever we cross paths. I enjoy when he visits the Municipal Building. Mr. Holt is always in a better mood those days."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[hider=Sable Pritchard | The High Priestess]
[color=#2e2c2c].
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[indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=565a8f]Sable Pritchard[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row]
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[sub][color=565a8f][b]S A B L E[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]P R I T C H A R D[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=565a8f]35     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  black[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  hazel[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  5' 9"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  slender[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  witch[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  circle[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=565a8f][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  high priestess[/color]
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[color=565a8f][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]vital[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Sable is quite a large cog in the machine that runs the underbelly of Pine Ridge. She keeps the tentative peace and balance between herself, along with her fellow witches, and the other factions. Her services are integral and she has worked hard to sow a reputation that would give anyone pause before double crossing her.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]witchcraft expertise[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Far older than she may look, Sable has had over two centuries to perfect her craft. She is the High Priestess because her knowledge is unparalleled. But she is not greedy or selfish. She wishes for the entirety of her circle to ascend and reach their full potential, seeking to teach and aid them as best she can.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]maternal[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- If someone truly knew Sable’s past they would laugh at the thought of her being motherly, but ask anyone from her circle and they know nothing but her maternal love and protection. She would do anything to protect one of her own and sees them all as family. Her love can be tough and brutal at times, but it is unconditional and unwavering.[/i][/color]

[color=565a8f][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]secretive[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Most of what Sable shares is to educate and on a need to know basis. Some things are better left unsaid and unknown. It is not out of cruelty but safety and necessity. Her own secrets are a burden that she alone bears and while she is open and honest with her witches, some doors must be left shut.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]her past[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Her past is a story never shared and left deep in the darkness of the mines where evil stirs. While it has little bearing on Sable, the weight of it could not only sow discourse throughout the circle, but it could also be used against them by the other factions. She has worked hard to keep the truth buried and intends to keep it that way.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]arrogance[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Sable is a prideful woman who does not humble herself to disillusion her power or prowess to those who cross her path. She knows who she is, her place in the fragile machine of Pine Ridge, and what she is capable of. But arrogance is also blinding. She is incapable of seeing an outcome where she does not succeed or that she is overpowered. The High Priestess does not burden herself with [i]what ifs.[/i][/i][/color]

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[color=565a8f][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]tenacious [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] blunt [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] protective [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] confident [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] unyielding[/b][/color]

[color=565a8f][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080]Born a first generation American to Welsh parents that made the journey to the new world, Sabine Pritchard was nothing short of ordinary. She grew up poor on a stretch of land in Jackson, Ohio that could barely constitute a farm. Life and survival was hard earned. The days were spent working the land from dawn to dusk, and more often than not her parents had forgone their supers in lieu of filling her plate. It was less than a modest life, but what they lacked in food and money was supplemented with love and comfort. 

They managed, for a time, but no amount of hard work could stave off illness. Smallpox swept through their settlement like wildfire and took Sabine’s parents before her sixteenth birthday. With no talents, no prospects, and not a cent to her name, she had no choice but to leave behind her homestead to try and make a life for herself as best she could. Word had been spreading about a gold rush out west. More and more families had been filling wagons with whatever they could carry and setting out. She was not a prospector and she didn’t have a clue what gold looked like, but like everyone else, she knew she had to go.

Sabine had managed to bargain her way from wagon to wagon and even onto a train before her travels brought her to Pine Ridge. It was a small town that didn’t live up to the papers, nor was it as far west as she had expected. But whispers over lantern light and dirty water spoke of a town in South Dakota with a mine bursting with so much gold ore that it sparkled in candlelight and was untouched by the larger masses. She had expected more, but her naivety said that maybe it was better that way, that less people meant more gold for the lot of them… [i]right?[/i]

Wrong. 

Mines were a man’s place. Prospecting was a man’s job… and she was a woman. What place did a woman have in a mining town? They served two roles and two roles only, a dutiful wife for their husbands to come home to or a prostitute to warm a lonely man’s bed… And Sabine had no husband. 

Being a whore wasn’t the worst, it wasn’t the best either, but it kept a roof over her head and food in her belly… And made her a surprising amount of money. She couldn’t put a finger on what it was, perhaps her young age or comely face, but her bed was never empty for long. Sabine had mastered the art of finishing a man quickly, and pretending to be interested when her mind could not be farther away. It worked. And she only had to make a little more before she could leave in search of a better life, a new life. 

The day it happened Sabine and the other women she worked with were bringing food to the mines for the workers when the earth trembled and rock shifted. Then it all went black. When she awoke she was in a bed alongside numerous others. No one knew exactly what happened. They mentioned a vein of gold as thick as rope and digging too deep, but then men that were in its bowels did not make it out. They didn’t know any better.

Everyone resumed mining and whoring when they healed, but things had [i]changed.[/i] For Sabine it evolved quickly. It started with a candle going out when she looked at it or a seed growing and blooming before her eyes. When she noticed it was not a coincidence, it consumed her thoughts. She rarely slept, rarely ate, and no longer accepted male callers. Sabine got lost beneath her new abilities—practicing, pushing, [i]perfecting[/i]—until she was no longer making money at all and the madame kicked her out. What she did not notice until she was ushered out at the cusp of night was that a handful of women were also dismissed… All of them survivors from the mine cave in. No words were shared, just knowing glances, and the group vanished into the forest. 

Together these women explored the farthest reaches of their power and established witchcraft as it was known throughout Pine Ridge in modern day. They lived outside the world of men, establishing the Circle, and answering to no law that was not the Law of Equilibrium. There was a give and take to everything, no gift without a price. This was discovered, known, and respected. But what they did not know was payment would come due.

It was three years after that fateful day when they felt the pull like a siphon drawing them toward the mountain. They followed, led deep into the mines while following a call so ancient they felt it singing in their bones. What they found could not be described, nightmare incarnate, dark and hungry and terrifying to behold. No words were shared, no hesitation in their conviction, just purpose. They sealed it away before it could break free, using their blood for the first time in a ritual, nearly draining themselves of their life forces to protect the innocent lives that could fall victim to its fury. When they woke the pull was silenced, the rock sealed, and at their feet three stones blacker than death vibrating with a power that felt hauntingly familiar. 

They never spoke of it. Only shared a vow.

The three most powerful witches took the stones, keeping them safe and guarded. Every year on the anniversary they traveled to the seal and strengthened it with their blood, power, and the essences of the stones. It worked, for a time, until one morning Lenora Crowe was gone and along with it one of the stones. Sabine could feel the seals weakening, feel the pull grow heavier on her shoulders as a pillar drifted away. Then it happened again when the third passed some decades later. That truly was the moment she realized the weight of it all and what all rested on her shoulders, a burden set into action, tethered by magic and spirits that distance and death could sever. 

Her daughter, Sabrina, was generous, fearless, and wise beyond her years. She understood what was needed before her mother had come to the same conclusion, before she had to ask. The Act of Transference was done before regret could set in and when morning came their souls and essences had taken root in the other’s flesh. The transition was easy… burying her daughter a decade later was not. She had hoped it would be easier the second time, it wasn’t. And by the seventh the pain was so raw and festering that she had forgotten how to live without it. 

Now known as Sable, she has spent one hundred and seventy eight years as the circle’s High Priestess and one hundred and seventy five years paying the price to keep a nightmare locked away. The time for her to bear another daughter and start the cycle anew has come, and the window was closing. Her grief has started overshadowing duty, prolonging the inevitable. The mountain had been resealed a month ago, no more, and it already calls again. The hunger is stronger and relentless. The pull bears down on her heavier with every setting sun. And soon, nothing she can do will stop it… not without the third.[/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=565a8f][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #565a8f [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=565a8f][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] natasha o'keeffe [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=565a8f][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] mjolnir[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[justify][sub][color=808080][i]Any unlisted relationships have no prior history of note. Sable's age gives her knowledge about the vampires and werewolves that others might not have, but at the start of the RP, no one is aware of her true age.[/i][/color][/sub][/justify][/center][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=ff4500]D R A V I A N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] F O R S C Y T H E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]friendly business arrangement[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"While new faces always come with some degree of apprehension, Mr. Froscythe has been nothing but pleasant. Our business dealings have been fruitful. He has proven to be a man of his word, punctual, and delivering as promised. But most importantly, he does not ask questions and respects my privacy. Those are qualities I admire."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=2e6f40]W I L L O W [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H Y D E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]closest confident[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Willow is the one person I trust above all others. We rely and lean on one another as sisters would. If there was such a thing as a ‘second’ or ‘beta’ within the Circle, it would be her. She brings a calm, level headedness to our dwindling numbers that is sorely needed."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=c71585]N E L T H E A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] A N D E R S[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]exhausted tutelage[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"I never understood the danger of ‘carpe diem’ until I met Nelthea. A charming, brilliant girl with immense potential, but it is squandered beneath her frivolity. I care for her like I do all of my girls, but sometimes I wonder if I am a High Priestess or a lion tamer. It varies from day to day."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=3c6c6b]W A R R E N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B O O N E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]kindred spirits[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Handsome boy. He is a kind soul that cares for the residents of Pine Ridge as I do. I know the wolves are in good hands with men like the Boone brothers looking after them. I think I might frighten him, but he has been nothing but kind, polite, and respectful. It does not surprise me how much I hear the name ‘Boone’ whispered between giggling young women throughout Pine Ridge."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=737e62]H A R L A N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B O O N E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]quiet admiration[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Far more reserved than his brother, but I don’t mind comfortable silences. What he lacks in social breadth, he more than compensates for in the way he cares for the town. If something needs repairs or someone just needs a lending hand, Harlan is there before anyone need ask. I respect his altruism, even if it goes unnoticed by most."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=6e4685]V A L E R I A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] C A R R I N G T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]necessary respect[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"I do not claim to understand how the hierarchy functions with the Coven. Valeria is far younger than the vampires she leads, which leaves me to question who pulls the strings… Thoughts left unspoken for obvious reasons. There is a respect between us, from one leader to another, as tradition dictates. We are cordial with one another, but I do not trust her."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=315b70]S A M U E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H O L T[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]tentative peace[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Mayor Holt is a complicated man. He does good for the town… on the surface, but I cannot claim to know what he does when no one is looking. There is something that doesn’t quite sit well with me regarding his progeny and that poor Lockwood girl that’s always trailing after him. I do not trust him, nor his motives, but I am wise enough to know better than to be on the wrong side of a powerful man, or vampire."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=89684d]C L I N T [color=2e2c2c].[/color] W E S T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]almost friendly[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Ah, yes, the cowboy. I wonder how no one has connected the dots that he is a vampire. It really is quite obvious. He might actually be the most tolerable out of the Coven, if only because his charm seems genuine. Of course, he could be a monster when the sun goes down. But I’d talk with him over his kin."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=94260e]R A F A E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] F O N T E N E L L E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]distant regard[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=565a8f]"Mr. Fontenelle and I do not cross paths often. I’ll stop by his antique store when there is something of interest within his possession, but we both choose to keep our distance. I do not trust the motives of vampires, and he is no different. But he has given me no reason to assume the worst, not yet anyway."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[hider=Harlan Boone | The Beta]
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[sub][color=737e62][b]H A R L A N[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]B O O N E[/b][/color]
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[color=737e62]38     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  black & slight gray[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  brown[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  6' 5"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  muscular / broad[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  werewolf[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  pack[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=737e62][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  lumberjack & beta[/color]
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[color=737e62][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]selfless[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Harlan might be quiet and grumpy most of the time, but he has a deep love for Pine Ridge and the people within it. He goes out of his way to help those in need because he is capable, whether that’s taking Mrs. Larson to church and grocery shopping every Sunday because she can’t drive, or if that’s helping old Stan Danvers with the ghost town reconstruction without pay. He doesn’t have to be asked, he just lends a hand without expecting much in return. Which carries over into how his brother, and him, head the pack, working hard to keep Pine Ridge’s citizens safe from the bloodsuckers that lurk beneath it.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]carpenter[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- While Harlan has grown to be an unofficial handyman throughout town, his true skill flourishes when it comes to woodwork. Idle hands is the devil’s workshop, or whatever the saying is, and remaining idle for too long means he’s left alone with his thoughts. Keeping busy building furniture he sells in town or whittling little trinkets for the local kids keeps him grounded and his demons out of sight, out of mind.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]perceptive[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Warren is the social butterfly and Harlan is the ‘strong silent type,’ or so his brother says. While people butter up or flirt with Warren whenever they walk through town, Harlan just stands to the side and observes. It is wild the amount of things that go unnoticed when people are distracted. His brother lacks the patience to wait and observe, it’s one of the many ways they balance each other… And how he’s managed to keep Warren out of trouble.[/i][/color]

[color=737e62][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]his brother[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Family and the pack is everything to a wolf, and Warren is both. There is no one Harlan loves more than his brother, and while he can be a loud mouth idiot sometimes, that’s still his brother. He would kill for him and die for him without a moment’s hesitation. While he is level headed and logical, his brother’s safety can turn him into a brash and impulsive man.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]temper[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Wolves notoriously have tempers and while they can get help from the witches to control their emotions, it only does so much. Happiness and good emotions help with the balance, but Harlan’s mind has been cast in an eternal night for over a decade. It’s harder for him to control his anger when there is nothing positive for him to draw on. It is one of the main reasons he keeps to himself because the last thing he’d want is to accidentally hurt someone due to his own lack of control.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]broken[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Harlan is a shadow of the man he used to be. Heartbreak and grief stole his light and left behind a husk. He goes through the motions, but sometimes it’s more autopilot that thought. He still cares far more deeply than he lets on, but the shell he’s built around himself is nearly impenetrable for anyone who didn’t manage to slip beneath it before it closed.[/i][/color]

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[color=737e62][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]stoic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] sullen [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] protective [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] charitable [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] sincere[/b][/color]

[color=737e62][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080]Wyatt and Laura Boone were like most lasting Pine Ridge couples, High School sweethearts that stuck together like glue. While werewolves were just as much human as they were wolves, it was no secret the hardship some had when finding a mate. If they were lucky they bonded with another member of the pack, but more often than not it was someone else, someone who had no idea what they really were. A human. Some didn’t take it well, thought they were going mad or refused to accept it, but not Laura. Her love for Wyatt could traverse anything, even the supernatural. 

Their family was young and thriving with two strapping boys, identical to their father and just as wild. It takes a special woman to bring wolves into the world and it took a toll on her. By the time Harlan and Warren were in middle school, their mother was bed ridden, weak and feeble. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong no matter how many tests they ran and then the summer before Harlan entered High School, she was gone. Her death settled heavily on the Boone household, taking their light along with her. It felt like silence had replaced laughter and their father was gone more often than not, dealing with pack business. 

They remained in that sort of limbo for over a year, and then Harlan and Savannah McCoy were sat beside each other in Sophomore algebra. That’s when everything changed. Their relationship bloomed fast and its radiance spread throughout the whole family. The Boones and McCoys grew closer as their relationship deepened throughout High School. Charlie, ever her sister’s shadow like Warren was to Harlan, went everywhere with them, hiking, camping, or sneaking a swim in the small lumber mill lake. The lines between their families began to blur until they were all inseparable and it wasn’t a matter of “if” Harlan and Savannah would get married but “when.”

It wasn’t long after graduating High School that Harlan and Warren’s father died. While the strong bond with the McCoys gave him back some of his light, he still was never the same after their mother died. With him gone, the role of Alpha fell onto Harlan’s shoulders. The expectations of adulthood came crashing down on him quickly between taking up a job at the lumber mill, the burden of Alpha, and having to support his brother through his final year of school. It gave him perspective and through it all, Savannah was his rock, supporting him like he watched his mother support his father throughout his whole life. He knew, without a doubt, that she was the woman he was supposed to marry. 

With Charlie’s help he bought a ring and planned a perfect evening, but before he could ask she had to know… she had to know everything. Harlan doesn’t talk about it, but his brother has caught reluctant glimpses whenever they hunted together. There was an awkward laugh and confusion, but she didn’t believe him and assumed it was some stupid joke. But then he shifted before her eyes… There was silence, then shouting. She called him a liar, a freak, a monster, and blamed him and his [i]kind[/i] for what happened to her mother. He tried to explain but she wouldn’t listen, and by morning she was gone, having left him, her family and Pine Ridge behind. 

Since then, Harlan has never been the same. He grew quiet and reserved. He stepped down from the role of Alpha, no longer able to separate himself from his pain to lead like he should. He bought a modest cabin out in the woods and lost himself beneath work, hobbies, and any other tasks that could keep his hands and mind busy. He was still the kind and generous person the citizens of Pine Ridge had grown to know, but he was no longer whole. Warren and Charlie held together the last pieces of him that still remained, but to the rest of the town he was the local hermit, quiet and helpful, but more of a shadow than a man. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=737e62][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #737e62 [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=737e62][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] joe manganiello [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=737e62][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] mjolnir[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
[/row][/table][/indent][/indent][color=#2e2c2c].
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[hider=Harlan's House & Truck][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/epbCE5C.jpeg[/img][/center]

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[hider=Harlan's Relationships][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][center][color=2e2c2c].
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[justify][sub][color=808080][i]Any unlisted relationships have no prior history of note. Harlan is a well known face in town, on a first name basis with most locals. Below are only the relationships with weight or bearing prior to the start of the RP.[/i][/color][/sub][/justify][/center][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=00aeef]D E V [color=2e2c2c].[/color] S A R K A R[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]begrudging friend[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"He’s nice enough. Don’t love that he’s roped Warren into being his drinking buddy. At least they’re creatures of habit so I can block out the nights I have to peel them off of the floor of the saloon."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
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[right][color=9fc9a8]C H A R L O T T E [color=2e2c2c].[/color] M C C O Y[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]best friends[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"Charlie was there for me when I was at my lowest. Without her and Warren I don’t know… It just means a lot, more than I can put into words."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=a04535]H A Z E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] M I L L E R[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]familiar stranger[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"People find their way into this town as strangers, then one day they just aren’t. Hazel is still a stranger, but she’s getting there. She already knows my order and doesn’t force conversation. I can’t complain."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=ff4500]D R A V I A N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] F O R S C Y T H E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]reliable acquaintance[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"He’s the new owner of the hardware store. Seems decent enough. Nothing but friendly whenever I stop in. We’ve worked side by side on the rare odds and ends sort of jobs around town. I’m not entirely sure about all of his business dealings, but I don’t ask."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
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[right][color=565a8f]S A B L E [color=2e2c2c].[/color] P R I T C H A R D[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]distant respect[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"It’s not that I don’t trust the witches, it’s just that they aren’t wolves… not part of the pack. Ms. Pritchard is a powerful woman, more than she lets on… the type of woman you don’t want to cross. I guess my brother and I are lucky that our goals align with hers, and she seems fond of him. I think I trust her, more than the vamps anyway."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
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[right][color=3c6c6b]W A R R E N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B O O N E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]brothers[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"He’s my brother. I’d kill for him. I’d die for him… What else is there to say?"[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=d10019]V I N C E N T [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B A U E R[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]reluctant kinship[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"I don’t trust him. Vinny was within his right to challenge the Alpha. That’s not where my problems lie. It’s his inability to accept he lost and fall into line that bothers me. He left rather than follow Warren… I struggle to trust the loyalty of a man like that."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=b899ff]D A N I C A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] D U R A N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]strained mentorship[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"This situation isn’t fair to her. It wasn’t her choice. My brother and I try to help her the best we can… but I understand why she is difficult. I can’t say I blame her."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=6e4685]V A L E R I A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] C A R R I N G T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]forced respect[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"Keeping the peace is important… I’ll stay in my lane as long as she stays in hers. I can’t offer more than that."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=315b70]S A M U E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H O L T[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]mutual hatred[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"Well… I didn’t vote for him."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=89684d]C L I N T [color=2e2c2c].[/color] W E S T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]moderately tolerable[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"He’s probably the most likable of the bloodsuckers. Clint at least contributes to the town with his ranch. I still don’t trust him, but he's better than the rest."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=94260e]R A F A E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] F O N T E N E L L E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]mutual distance[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=737e62]"I don’t believe we’ve ever spoken. I’m content keeping it that way."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[color=2e2c2c].[/color][/hider]
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[hider=Clint Weston | The Cowboy]
[color=#2e2c2c].
.[/color]
[indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=89684d]Clint Weston[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row]
[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color]
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[sub][color=89684d][b]C L I N T[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]W E S T O N[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=89684d]216     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  brunette[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  brown[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  6' 1"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  fit / muscular[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  vampire[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  coven[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=89684d][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  rancher[/color]
[/sub]
[/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
[color=89684d][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]animal handling[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Even before his time owning his own ranch, Clint had always had a way with animals. He found them to possess the beauty and innocence the world often lacked. People were skum, sometimes including himself, but there was something about animals that he always connected with. He could be patient with them, and understood them unlike people. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he disliked the wolves, they tainted his opinion on animals. But he preferred to think of them as mongrels, it helped keep a separation.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]dirty work[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Clint had a way with taking care of the things no one else could. If a rogue vamp needed handling, someone needed to disappear, a score to settle, it was always him they turned to. He made it look easy, simple, the pull of a trigger or one bite to the neck and that’s all she wrote. Sometimes it haunted him, turning lives into sport or a petty task to be crossed off a to-do list, but if it bothered him, he'd never say.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]supply chain[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Weston Ranch is one of the primary suppliers of animal byproduct in Pine Ridge. His animals stock the meat counter and produce most of the dairy found in the local market. He is an integral part of the food supply chain for the town. Which, for better or worse, means he is—or at least his land is—a vital piece of the food market, making him modestly one of the wealthiest people in Pine Ridge.[/i][/color]

[color=89684d][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]samuel holt[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Clint and Samuel are brothers by choice not by blood. What is it they say? Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb? This could not be more true, for these men have been to hell and back together. He has killed for Samuel and would do so again without a second thought. And while Clint is selfishly attached to his life, finding immortality to be quite spectacular, his brother is the one person he would sacrifice it for.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]cravings[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- No amount of time as a vampire can truly curb a craving. He monitors it well, keeping to scheduled feedings or resorting to Weston’s Red when he has no other options, but he was human… once. Clint was never the best at taming his impulses before he had a constant thirst for blood and old habits have a way of creeping up when he least expects it.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]old fashioned[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- He had the opportunity to grow and evolve with the modern world, but rather he clung hard to his cowboy ways. If anyone in Pine Ridge actually had two brain cells to rub together they might have been able to figure out Clint’s secret years ago. He doesn’t have a license or own a car, riding his horse everywhere around town instead. No phone or TV and the most advanced thing he has on his ranch is plumbing, electricity, and a record player. He has no interest in figuring out what wifi is.[/i][/color]

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[color=89684d][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]charming [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] cunning [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] aloof [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] cynical [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] self-reliant[/b][/color]

[color=89684d][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080]Clint was born on the frontier. His childhood wasn’t memorable by the time he was thirty and it is even less so now nearly two centuries later. What he does remember is the first time he felt the weight of a pistol in his hand and the strength it took to pull back the hammer. Being an outlaw came easy to him, the power, the thrill, and the cash wasn’t a bad outcome either. He never really had a destination in mind, just going whichever way the wind blew following wealth by means of fancy wagons and fancier trains. He would take his spoils, live off of it for a time, often blowing it quickly on booze, gambling, and lovely ladies all the way from Mississippi to Kansas. When he was low, that’s when he would find a nice farm or ranch, offering his services for a day in exchange for a bed or pile of hay to crash in and a meal to fill his belly. 

By the time he crossed paths with Samuel, Clint had already earned a reputation as a drifter and an outlaw—not out of a desire for cruelty, but out of an inability to stay in one place for too long or conform to the laws trying to be set upon this [i]‘free’[/i] land. He moved through the world with an easy smile and an undeniable charm, hiding a broken moral compass that bounced between freedom, greed, and pressing the barrel of his gun between the eyes of any piece of shit that had the misfortune of crossing his path.

The night he killed Samuel’s master was not a calculated move, actually Clint was attempting to be on his best behavior. He had spent the day out beneath the oppressive sun, working the fields alongside Samuel and countless other slaves. He saw the way they were starved for food and water, whipped and beaten to work faster than their tired hands could handle, and then kicked while they were down as if dominance needed to be reinforced. Every time he tried to help, lending a shoulder, an extra hand, or sharing a sip of his own water, a crack of the whip stilled every farmhand. [color=d6d6d6]"Don’t let ‘em touch that,"[/color] they’d say with a spit of chewing tobacco that landed on a slave’s back. [color=d6d6d6]"Filthy fuckin’ animals."[/color]

By the time the sun had fallen below the horizon and dinner was set, Clint’s rage had plenty of time to smolder like embers shifting closer to gun powder. Super smelled heavenly and he made sure to eat his fill, if only for the sake of the women who slaved over it and catered to their master’s endless complaints. He hadn’t quite decided what he was going to do until the master forced his hand. Samuel was dragged in by the collar around his neck and forced to the knees. [color=d6d6d6]"Is this the slave you tried to help?"[/color] he asked, taking the bloody club from the man who dragged him in and smacked Samuel against his already beaten and swollen face. That’s all it took. The gun was raised before the help or his master could reach theirs. Two shots. Two quick fans of the hammer. 

Anyone else who tried to race into the dead man’s defense was given a courtesy he was not, leave or meet the same fate. Clint freed every slave on that plantation and killed anyone who stood in his way. He didn’t take any valuables, leaving them to the newly freed slaves to do with as they pleased, ideally starting new lives. But Samuel had nothing tethering him to the people he worked alongside. He asked if he could join Clint and the man agreed easily, not realizing then that the one thing his life was missing was a companion to ride through life beside. 

Throughout their years robbing trains and haunting the frontier, Clint took Samuel beneath his wing. He taught him how to ride, how to shoot, and how to spurn a world that wanted them dead or in chains. For Clint, freedom was more than laughing in the face of the law, and for Samuel it wasn’t just the absence of a master; it was the presence of a brother who understood that some bonds were forged in blood and fire rather than the laws of society.

Their travels eventually took them to the Black Hills and a mine whispered to be bursting at the seams with gold. They had no intentions of becoming prospectors, rather stealing and gambling the gold right out from the other men’s noses. It was an easy plan, one they executed in countless other towns, but the mountain had other plans. 

The transformation should have broken him, but Clint took to immortality like a fish to water. They could have left, but there was something about Pine Ridge that kept them strong and close. They made a home in that strange little town, drifting in and out whenever time and age did not wear on them as it should. But they always crept back in a few decades later, a distant cousin, brother, or son, and no one asked questions. He backed Samuel’s reach for the office of Mayor, but did not care for titles or the petty power play within the coven. To the town, he was the charming cowboy who was never far out of the Mayor’s reach. To Samuel, he was the only anchor in a world that had shifted for two centuries around them, but more importantly, he was a brother… and he’d destroy anyone who tried to sever that bond.[/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=89684d][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #89684d [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=89684d][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] karl urban [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=89684d][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] mjolnir[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=Weston Ranch & Horse][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OHuDVqW.jpeg[/img][/center]

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[hider=Clint's Relationships][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][center][color=2e2c2c].
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[justify][sub][color=808080][i]Any unlisted relationships have no prior history of note. Clint is a well known face in town, if nothing else because of his interesting way of life. Below are only the relationships with weight or bearing prior to the start of the RP.[/i][/color][/sub][/justify][/center][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=fcb9c1]S U T T O N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] L O C K W O O D[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]soft spot[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"She’s a sweet lil’ thing ‘n Sam seems fond of her. There’s somethin’ I don’t understand goin’ on. I might not seem like the smartest guy ‘round, but I know when Sam’s hidin’ somethin’. Sutton sure smiles a lot, but there’s a sadness behind her eyes. Kindness hits a lil’ deeper with her."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=565a8f]S A B L E [color=2e2c2c].[/color] P R I T C H A R D[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]mutually civil[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"Those Pritchard women ain’t no joke. They’re powerful ‘n far more intimidatin’ than they let on. Sable’s a nice, respectable woman, but I try my damndest not to wind up on her wrong side."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=3c6c6b]W A R R E N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B O O N E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]enemies by proxy[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"Now listen, Warren seems like a decent enough fella, ‘n maybe in a different life we could have been friends. But, he’s a wolf ‘n Sam… Well, Sam is Sam, ‘n I stand with my kin. It’s nothin’ personal, just the way the cards fell."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=737e62]H A R L A N [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B O O N E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]neutral adversaries[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"The other Boone, he’s quiet, hardworkin’. I respect that. We avoid each other on principle. No bad blood or nothin’ but it is the way it is. Vamps ‘n wolves don’t mix. It’s been that way for nearly two centuries. It ain’t gonna change now."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[right][color=6e4685]V A L E R I A [color=2e2c2c].[/color] C A R R I N G T O N[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]necessary obligation[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"Now I don’t claim to understand what in the hell Sam was thinkin’ lettin’ someone like Valeria be in charge. I do as I’m told, clean up what needs cleanin’ up, but… I’m not particularly fond of takin’ orders from a youngin’. I have never cared much for authority."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=2e2c2c].[/color][/center]
[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=315b70]S A M U E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H O L T[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]brothers by choice[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"Sam’s my brother. We might not look the same, ‘n we might come from different mamas, but that don’t mean nothin’. I got his back ‘n he’s got mine. That’s what truly matters."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[center][sup][h3][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z7DAque.jpeg[/img][/center][b][center]
[right][color=94260e]R A F A E L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] F O N T E N E L L E[/color][color=2e2c2c].....[/color][/right][/center][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=ffffff][b]relationship[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [i]distant kin[/i]

[color=ffffff][b]brief description[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color][i][color=89684d]"When he first showed up I couldn’t quite get a read on ‘em. But over time he seemed to warm up a bit. We don’t talk much, but he seems alright. He’s kin, if nothin’ else."[/color][/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[hider=Sawyer Lockwood | The Wayward Brother][color=#2e2c2c].
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[indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=5b7893]Sawyer Lockwood[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row]
[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/RfKOzhO.jpeg[/img]

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[sub][color=5b7893][b]S A W Y E R[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]L O C K W O O D[/b][/color]
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[color=5b7893]34     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  blonde[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  blue[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  6' 2"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  muscular[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  human[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  citizen[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=5b7893][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  firefighter[/color]
[/sub]
[/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
[color=5b7893][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]athletic[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- In his youth, Sawyer played every sport available to him. After High School, a large portion of his life still revolved around remaining active, between working out daily, hiking, and his job as a firefighter, he has never been in better shape. While he is proud about the hard work he has put into his body, it was never about vanity, but more of a lifestyle byproduct.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]loyal[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Sawyer stands beside the people he puts his trust in unwaveringly. A man’s word is his bond and he takes that oath with the utmost severity. His loyalty is so integral to who he is as a person that leaving town was the only way he was able to charter his own path in life, because if he would have stayed, his duty to his family would have outweighed his own desires.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]determined[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Whenever Sawyer sets his mind to something, it is near impossible to dissuade him. While his tenacity often presents itself in his work ethic, it carries over into all aspects of his life, good or bad. [/i][/color]

[color=5b7893][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]tunnel vision[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Since he was a boy, Sawyer has never been the best at taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture. He sets his sights on something and that’s all he sees. This isn’t innately problematic, but he struggles to see the domino effects his actions can cause, often suffering the consequences because he is unable to see beyond his single goal.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]antagonistic[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- When someone’s thoughts or goals don’t align with Sawyer’s, he is not adverse in making his disagreements known. He has a history for getting into more than his fair share of fights. And while he’s never the first one to throw a punch, he has no problem getting in someone’s face and goading them into action. He’s never been abusive or manipulative, but he’s aware of his volatile nature, and abstains from drinking to try and keep his emotions in check.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]family[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- His family and loved ones mean absolutely everything to Sawyer. He supports them and defends them, no questions asked, because that’s what family does. But on the inverse, this is his glaring achilles heel. The easiest way to get to him is through his family and that kind of power over him could be dangerous in the wrong hands.[/i][/color]

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[color=5b7893][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]passionate [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] audacious [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] caring [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] temperamental [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] protective[/b][/color]

[color=5b7893][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080]The Lockwood family came with history, prestige, and a legacy that Sawyer could never fill. As the firstborn son his path was laid out before he even learned to walk: inherit control over the quarry, continue the family’s strong philanthropic ideology, and become Pine Ridge’s golden boy as the head of a founding family’s next generation. For a long time, he played the part. He adopted his father’s charm, had the natural Lockwood magnetism just like his sister, along with an athletic prowess that quickly made him the school’s star jock. On the surface, he was the pride of the Lockwoods. 

As High School progressed and his father began preparing him for the approaching reality of taking over the family empire, the expectations grew heavy and daunting. The town felt smaller by the day, suffocating him with a future he never signed up for. He started skipping classes, picking fights with anyone who looked at him wrong, and pushing the boundaries of what his family could handle. Sawyer was spiraling beneath the loyalty to his family, knowing that it would eventually trap him in a life he did not want, sacrificing ambitions he had yet to build to become a copy of his father.

The burden grew so heavy that by his eighteenth birthday he had to make a choice: himself or his family’s legacy. Unable to face a life and expectations he didn’t want, Sawyer packed a bag and slipped out in the middle of the night. He left behind his inheritance, his parents’ disappointment, and a note on his desk for his little sister, best friend, and the hardest person to leave behind: Sutton. 

Sawyer’s journey of self discovery first took him to Minneapolis, hoping that the anonymity of a big city would give him the fresh start he desired. He survived for little more than six months before the chaotic, fast paced life proved to be too much for him. Homesick for the quiet small town he grew up in, he traveled west until he wound up in Leavenworth, Washington. In the damp, mountain town, Sawyer finally found his own footing. His natural athleticism and protective instincts landed him a job with the local fire department, helping him carve out a life that was all his own. 

While Sawyer might not have parted on the best of terms with his family, he never truly severed ties with them. He made it a point to visit Pine Ridge or meet somewhere in the middle for every Christmas, enduring the tense dinners with his parents so that he could have one night full of laughter with Sutton. He was in the front row at Sutton’s High School graduation, and booked his first flight ever out to Connecticut to watch her walk across the stage at Yale. He watched with quiet, unspoken pride as his sister filled the role he left behind, stepping into the Lockwood legacy like it had always belonged to her. 

Life found its rhythm, and while he wasn’t around his family, as much as he would have liked, he made a life that he was proud to call his own. It worked for over ten years until the steady stream of communication grew more sparse until it stopped coming all together. At first he thought he had done something wrong, flooding his sister’s phone with messages and voicemails, but when he heard nothing in response he had no choice but to accept that she had severed ties. That was until he got a worried call from his parents. While Sutton was still in Pine Ridge, seen walking down the street every day, she had gone radio silent, vanishing entirely out of their lives since the moment she accepted an internship with the town’s Mayor. 

Sawyer didn’t hesitate. He packed his bag, hopped into his car, and began the long drive back to Pine Ridge. He is returning with a singular focus, to pull his sister out of whatever mess she ended up in. But what he doesn’t know is the secrets that lurk in the dark of the town he once called home and the danger that Sutton found herself entangled in is far worse than anything he could imagine. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=5b7893][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #5b7893 [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5b7893][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] alexander ludwig [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5b7893][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] mjolnir[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=Lockwood Estate & Sawyer's Truck][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Pwlrj4L.jpeg[/img][/center]

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