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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Joseph 'Tank' Cooper

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He left the Greek place a little before noon time, the sun's rays feeling extra good after that discussion with Sarah. He had to admit, she wasn't someone you messed with (much). He'd given her a big grin when she'd told him to meet her at one of the rougher places in town that night. Meant she was a rough girl, and he had no problems with that.

He wouldn't be late, he decided. He'd not be early either. He'd arrive precisely when he meant to. That's how the classy guys do it, after all. Make them wonder, but not get them pissed. In fact, get them just ready to be pissed before you surprise them and make them feel silly for doubting you.

He made it to the other side of the street and leaned on his bike before calling up Greg. He needed to make sure those idiots from yesterday told him anything that he found out or kept quiet. He almost didn't dial the number, thinking that he might be dragged into some shit that would make him late for tonight, but he doubted it. Even if that were the case and he needed to go in, it was nothing he couldn't handle. Once Greg picked it up, Tank started talking.

"Hey Greg it's Tank, listen. Not sure if you were told but when I made it to the 2nd roof yesterday, it looked like the guy really did make that leap of faith and land in a roll. He knew what he was doing at least, judging by the athleticism and the boots he was wearing. There was some blood too, and it looked like he made it down the fire escape and the back stairs into the alleyway, but the trail goes cold after that."

Cold Front

Edward Harth

Edward Harth

^{Male | 23 | 5'11 | 170
American | Writer}

Profile

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Appearance: With thick black hair worn down and unkempt, Edward certainly has the appearance of 'boyish.' His earth brown eyes and youthful face give him a trustworthy look about him. He tends to wear long, sturdy trousers and shoes of similar make, with plain shirts and a green (flannel on the inside) jacket when its cold out. All in all he's quite unremarkable looking. Fair skin, long legs and a slim build, with a bit of definition in his muscles from working for his father are the only other real distinguishing parts about him, other than his uplifting smile.

Background: Born almost a year after World War Two ended, on August 2nd, 1946 to James and Cammy Harth in Montana. James was an infantryman deployed in Europe during the war, having left his job at the steel mill for 3 years before returning, only to find his wife now having taken a job there as well. They soon found out they needed to work double time in order to provide for themselves, because they were about to get a baby boy.

Edward Harth grew up in a working class family. With both parents at their jobs and he alone until supper time for many years, he learned to appreciate books in his spare time, finding himself more and more enamored by the written word. In fact it would be safe to say that since age 8, he had read 3 hours a day until age 21, when he decided he did not want to only read, but create a story himself.

Unfortunately, there were many factors in his way. By age 16, he had left school to work at the mill with his father. His mother had stopped working there in order to take care of Edward's younger brothers, Shaun and Miles. Time was against him from his work and family time, as was his father in general. James Harth did nothing to discourage his habits of reading, but firmly discouraged any way to make a living that wasn't hard work with his hands. Edward had once seen his father as a hero from his war stories and hard work ethic, but slowly a rift had begun to form between them.

They had used to go camping out in Wyoming for days on end, if his father and he ever had enough time off. For a year or two, they would take Edward's little brothers as well, making their own campsite and catching their own dinner. James enjoyed it for the work involved, but Edward enjoyed it for the meaning behind it. He felt like he was a pioneer or an adventurer in one of the many stories he would read.

By age 22, Edward had gotten his own apartment down the street and a small amount of space to write a novel. However, even with all of his research and various readings, and his newfound space, he knew he couldn't quite grasp the wonders of the wider world without experiencing them for himself. He knew it was ludicrous, and downright insane as far as his family was concerned, but explorers had faced greater odds before and triumphed. He decided to save up for a year and go on a trip around the world. Unfortunately, his mother began wondering why he had shown up more and more over at their place to eat dinner, and subsequently pried it out of him that he needed to save money for a trip. With her worried sick and his father now against it, by the time it came for the flight, Edward was running away more than going off to explore. His first layover was in Anchorage...

Personality and Outlook:Edward is very curious of others and their experiences. While not nosy, expect him to ask people about themselves at least once or twice unless given a firm 'no." Contrary to that, he's often perceived as the quiet one, only opening up once he is curious or speaking about things he is passionate about (or spouting random facts that will help them in their current situation). Despite him not admitting this, he has a hard work ethic like his father and great respect to those who don't back down, so he tries not to, in turn.

He enjoys reading, writing, and walking for hours on end lost in thought. He's not had much experience with the fairer sex, though that's more for him having no life by choice when he's out of work, and the rest of his hours spent in work. He'd be shy when it comes to that sort of thing, though just like his normal day to day, he's often too lost in his books to even think about that. Introspective, idealist, and encouraging, Edward's a fine choice to get lost in the woods with!

Capabilities

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Skills:

• Stamina: Long hours at the Steel Mill has given him the strength and energy to go a long time at his peak exertion.
• Knowledge: Having read most books under the sun, he'll know many random but relevant facts about various survival topics such as plant and animal life, how long it takes for a human body to freeze over, etc.
• Steady Hands: Working with steel and molten lead has gotten him used to being able to hold things properly and good hand eye coordination.

Weaknesses:

• Lack of Experience: He knows how to camp and survive a few days, but it's a small step compared to crashing in the boreal tundra. He'll need some time to adjust fully to their situation.
• Idealism: After he has time to adjust, his idealism will kick in and give him confidence, but it will also, in turn, make him miscalculate and become susceptible to pay less attention to his surroundings if he isn't too busy trying to be like one of the heroes of old.
• Regret: He's bogged down by regret for leaving his parents and family on a bad note, and will haunt his conscience at night, perhaps depriving him of some needed sleep.

Inventory

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• 2 pounds of Beef Jerky
• 3 pairs of pants, 4 pairs of socks, 3 shirts, 1 jacket.
• Hair brush (though he hardly uses it, preferring to air dry and use his hands)
• Journal and Pen
• The odyssey

Opinions

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_{To be completed following selection.}

Eska Moreau( Writer/ Lady in White)

@Eska MorreauWelcome~

um nervous hello

Hello Rosie! Nice to meet you ^__^
@Rose Fullbuster

🦄 The Best Exotic

@CharnobyliskNo worries! Keep kicking ass You're good

Into The Dark: Sellswords

@CharnobyliskDon't worry Char, it'll stay open for people to join and you'll be able to if you ever get some more free time

Alamo Scouts, Inc.

Expect me to be ready by tonight or tomorrow. Ready to shoot up some insurrectionist terrorist S.O.B.'s

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ben was about to say something to Tic as a flash ripped through the tavern and his senses. On pure instinct (once he realized it wasn't something menial) he kicked his chair out and ducked under the table, awaiting his senses to return. Once they did, he realized that...everything seemed to have remained the same. He guessed that wasn't a flashbang, and he popped back up on the chair to notice everyone now in different places at least. The Elf was healing the bleeding woman and the Cowboy was in the same place, and there was a Ninja here as well. He blinked, and massaged his ears. "Hey Tic, does that happen often?"
He noticed everyone glancing every which way, and despite his introverted nature, he was almost about to suggest everyone putting a few tables together.
@Alisdragon911@Pineappletumble@Kurisu Shiruba@Continuum

Into The Dark: Sellswords

Alright then! Expect info up and OOC very soon. Either by tonight or tomorrow night