Potemking

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Dear god, Clint is going to end up just being the Babysitter Ranger at this rate

@Potemking I'm honestly looking forward to Clint and how he approaches the new recruits. There's a sorta idea in my head about how I can see Ross getting involved but ofc will have to see exactly what the setup for said recruiting is.

Also when I read CLint's sheet, my first thought was the cowboy from lightspeed rescue. Though, of course, minus the major flirt Joel was with the doctor.

@metanoia

If it fits into the introduction def let me know and we can try to make it work. Having interesting ways of getting the new recruits involved would be neat. Even something like the Vets seeing potential in specific people they know.

You never know, Clint might be able to put on some charm in his dreams >.>

Charlie’s biggest fear is a quarrel within the group between the Vets and the Rookies! 😂 She’s going to try her best to keep everyone grounded but still can’t help it to be slightly insecure about her capabilities when the going gets tough. 😅

She definitely still looks up to Jordan and Clint

@OGSG

At least Clint isn't an issue when it comes to infighting, unless he sees someone threatening the safety of the team. Vet or not, you aren't safe from him flat-out saying you're a liability. I can see Clint being the first to come back as soon as Charlie got into contact with him, and he's definitely right-hand man material to help ensure the process of getting the team together goes smoothly.

I think Clint's going to have respect for her, too. Especially for stepping up like she has. He'll have her back through this, I'm sure of it.

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Yeah, I feel like Clint is going to have to probably play problem solver if Jordan and Ross butt heads at some point. (Hopefully Charlie can help him lmfao he's not the greatest with words)

Clint definitely IS big brother. It's even at the very bottom of his CS! C: But yeah, I'm glad people like him. He's pretty unique to what characters I've been playing recently and I'm looking forward to exploring him further. He's a very sentimental and protective guy who just so happens to have it behind a huge wall of mildly stern cowboy. He definitely wants to look after Jordan and Charlie because of their past relations and the suffering they share, but Ross is a good guy and I can see them getting along pretty easy. He'll be little bro in no time at all, I think.

Clint will be pretty good with the new folks, he wants to make sure they're prepare so he might come off as a slight hardass to Ross, but if he performs well I can see things going very smoothly. I also find it funny that Charlie is still the youngest in the team as of now. Once the baby, always the baby

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Ross is precious and I love him. I like the cast so far :3

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Clint Martyr, Green Ranger

_{CLINT MARTYR / N/A / 26 / Green Dino Ranger / 3CB371 / Dustin Lynch}

A P P E A R A N C E

Clint is what most would describe as a 'mountain of a man', standing at 185cm tall and weighing just over that at 189lbs. More often than not he carries a rather stern look that can intimidate folks on accident, or on purpose if it suits his needs. His bright blues eyes often squinting at people that get on his nerves, which is usually enough for them to leave his sight. If the look wasn't intimidating enough, the body build of a rancher would be, the man stalky and obviously toned with muscle to the point that picking a fight with him would make you either very very brave, or extremely stupid. Usually you can't spot the brown hair beneath his hat, but when the hat comes off you can see it's clean, but a mess. When he was a teenager with attitude, his hair was grown out more towards his shoulders, though he prefers to not talk about that as much anymore.

S T Y L E

Clint's a simple man: A T-shirt, some flannel over it, pair of jeans, his hat and some boots. His entire wardrobe is so similar that you could almost assume that he didn't change his clothes, but he's surprisingly particular about his self hygiene. In colder weather he'll wear heavy jackets and sweaters, and when it's too hot he'd rather sport something sleeveless or no shirt at all. Though when there's too many folks around he's a bit too modest to keep the shirt off. Unless he's swimming, or something. He'd say you'd only catch him in a suit if he was dead, though a few girls from his school days may be able to claim that they've seen the man in a suit, and he looked damn good.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• PROTECTIVE - Clint was always protective of the other Rangers, especially those who started veering into the younger years compared to him. It's a wonder how he survived, always willing to throw himself into the frontal assault to keep the people in the back safe, often taking more blows in the process but never backing down until he could secure the safety of those in need. If proof was needed for Clint deserving to be a Ranger, this trait is it.
• STUBBORN - Goddamn is this man stubborn. When he makes a decision, he believes it to be final. He has a firm belief in his decisions and doesn't back down easily, though that doesn't mean he's beyond being reasoned with. Questioning his choices can often cause him to display the slightest amounts of attitude, which is surprisingly different from the more quiet, stern man he usually is.
• HONEST - When you need someone to be real with you, Clint's your guy. Sometimes you might consider it brutal, sometimes it can be very constructive. He is very genuine with his feelings, and while blunt, obviously cares about others enough to tell them how it is. That, and it's how he likes to be treated in return, even if he is a little hardheaded about other people's opinions sometimes.

F A C T S

• Clint's family owns a ranch outside the city, where he spent his younger years and older ones, though during his original time as a ranger he actually lived in the city with his mother. His father still runs the ranch from a business standpoint, but Clint and his brothers do most of the work. As the oldest brother, Clint is expected to take over entirely once his father isn't capable anymore.
• Clint isn't a heavy drinker, but he doesn't mind getting tipsy in the back of his truck once in awhile to try and cope with the guilt and issues of his past. Anyone that's seen him that way would know he's not particularly angry as a drunk, but instead somber and somehow even more quiet, while also being more emotional in some ways.
• Clint has changed a LOT since his days in the city. He used to be smaller, his hair used to be longer, and he dressed a bit different. His changes into his current self from the kid he used to be is possibly shocking to those who didn't keep touch with him, though he'd brush it off as him 'growing up'. The last action he ever took as a Ranger was to cut his own hair short, scattering the cut hair to the winds in a sentimental moment for those he lost.

R A N G E R

Why is he returning to the team? Clint feels immense guilt over his time as a Ranger. The deaths he witnessed are things he blames himself for, and why he kept fighting until the very end. He left thinking he was not needed anymore, but now that problems are stirring up again, he is feeling the will to step back in, especially with new recruits about. He wishes to ensure nobody on this team ever dies again in such a terrible fashion, by both being there to protect the Rangers and by training the recruits into strong, independent fighters that can use teamwork. Big Brother's coming home.

World of Light

LOCATION: Edge Of The Blue - Luma Pools
WORD COUNT: 778(+2 EXP)

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Elliot watched the creatures slink back into their holes as his decoy approached. Huh, they seemed pretty afraid! He kept his distance as the decoy wandered into the distance and away from the Wigglers until he saw them slowly pop back out, realizing that they were not threatening creatures in the slightest, despite a somewhat gross appearance. He judged most books by the cover, but it seemed he overreacted on this one. Though he still had his qualms.

Approaching the Wigglers, he caught view of their nasty eel-like appearance as they slinked back down into their holes again, the man skeptically looking at the location. On one hand, they ran off when he was near. But was that as long as he was physically here, or when they saw him? Wait, did they have eyes? He was already forgetting things as he looked at the empty ground with conflict in his heart. What if they just saw darkness above and tried to come out, and dug through him? No, that was absurd right? He'd won! This was his vacation spot, he'd get a good tan and then the women back in Limsa Lominscuttle Town would be head over heels for his even handsomer mug.

Silently, he continued to stare at the ground...

"Last thing I need is one of those between my left cheek and it's right decoy." He muttered, ruining his own experience with his worries. He scratched his head with a sigh, turning himself off from the idea. He'd done all those fancy swings for nothing, huh? Well, not nothing. It was actually pretty fun. And fun was the big part of a vacation, right? Maybe sleeping and lounging wasn't the way to go. Maybe he needed to venture around some more, see just what the place had in store.

But first, a trap!

Elliot had an idea, a snap of his fingers signaling such. He wandered back over to the trees momentarily, yanking at the vines and reaching for branches: Pulling off some of the leaves and ripping portions of the tree vine off into his hands. There wasn't a heavy breeze, so maybe these this would work. He hustled back over to the tanning spot he picked out, laying the brush over the area where the Wigglers had popped out. Maybe if they popped up out of this, being unable to see any sunlight, that'd prove his theory about them burrowing up into him. And if it didn't work, maybe that meant he was actually safe and could relax there at any point. He'd keep an eye on it, but for now he'd go elsewhere until he had results.

He wandered over to the lake, taking a closer look at the corals below, and getting a better view at the aquatic life. Sheesh, after seeing these from a closer position he was especially glad he didn't go down there. A lot of these fish looked worse than just regular fish, and there was what he could only call a living inner tube floating around on the water. A mix and match grab bag of everything pulled into this world, living in a new sort of harmony. If it wasn't for his mother he might've liked this place. It was strange and very foreign on all ends, but also kind of charming. There were always so many issues though, and conflicts. Even his home where there was a literal blood sport, there weren't as many issues as there was here.

Water was still out, but if he wanted to be active and get some sun, the ideal place was on these little stretches of sand the lake had for him. The sand was much different from the dirt and rocks, feeling his feet lightly sink with his steps. He was used to sand, there was plenty back in Thunderdome, at least before it got blown up. The mounds of sand were strange, and seemed to almost lure him in along with the colorful shells laying around. Who knows what kind of people wandered down here? Maybe these mounds were treasures left behind from prior visitors! And by left behind... Elliot assumed they misplaced, or dropped. And if they could afford to vacation out here, then they could've been loaded. The potential prizes were in his mind, and he decided to go rummaging. His hands felt warm in the sand, and as he began scooping through the mound with his two natural scoopers.

He couldn't help but check back on how his little Wiggler experiment was going. Heck yeah, multitasking! Unfortunately looking back at the little brush pile he made kept him from seeing exactly what he was digging into...

Deadlands: Tales o' the Weird West

The Horror, Baghead

Kaleo - I Can't Go On Without You

Name: Mark Williams
Aliases (if any): Baghead
Allegiance (if any): N/A
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Physical Attributes:
Baghead is a tall, menacing presence. The sight of this individual alone can unnerve the common folk and bring fear into the criminal side of the Weird West. He stands at approx. 178cm and weighs 180lbs, towering over most men and even some of the beasts within this hellish world. Behind the heavy clothing and burlap sack is a deteriorating man who is slowly losing himself, only able to grasp at justice for a solution to his plight.
Sex/Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 38
Build: Well defined muscular build that is slowly deteriorating with time.
Distinguishing Features:Burlap sack over his head. Never comes off.

Mental Attributes:
Positive Trait

• You won't escape... - Baghead is the most persistent son of a bitch you'll ever meet. He'll go through whatever hell necessary to catch his target, and won't let anything less than death stop him from progressing in his mission. He can listen to reason, but tends to take his own path.
• I've seen your soul... - Baghead can tell a good person from a bad one. Not every criminal deserves death in the same manner, some were damned into a bad situation and deserve the chance to live better. Not every lawman is pure of heart. Repeat offenders often get on his bad side. To Baghead, his hunts aren't about the money. They offer a much better prize.
• Fall to the Sheriff... - Baghead was a sheriff before his current predicament, and displays it in his combative prowess and stern disposition. He can silence a room quickly, gain control, and use a mixture of fear and respect to gain control of a situation.

Negative Trait

• No mercy for the damned. - When Baghead is intent on killing you, he will kill you in a brutal and often torturous way. Breaking limbs, carving you, leaving your corpse as an example of those in the Weird West that think they're safe from the law. He is the law, and he will find you. Some may consider this immoral and horrifying, but he considers it necessary.
• Injustice is eternal, as am I. - Baghead is a person with a slowly deteriorating body and mental state, only finding solace in the murder of criminals across the wastes. Given that crime will always exist, it seems his plight will never truly be over. Meaning he is but a potential ticking time bomb among the populace, that is destined to become a monster.
• Rotten, walking among the fresh. - Baghead has a horrible odor to him, that some may recognize as that of a dead man. He often ignores this, but it can get him into trouble in certain circles. He has no mercy for those who would wish to stop his vendetta against the criminals of this world.

Education (if any): Basic education, has knowledge of laws, even if he at times disregards them for the bigger picture.
Likes: Baghead will still go for a drink now and again, but most worldly loves lost all meaning to him after his change. He now finds pleasure in succeeding in his goals, and ensuring the safety of the innocent. He doesn't often stop, but can bring himself to listen to particularly driven individuals, or those that remind him of his lost family. Forming a connection with Baghead could be a very dangerous, or life-saving decision.
Dislikes: Baghead's immense distaste for criminals sparks from his premature end in life, and he will kill without mercy if he sees someone in such a negative light. The spilling of innocent blood or abuse of innocent people often set off the terrifying man, the common folk being who he's always wanted to protect. He also dislikes large bodies of water, as swimming has become more of an issue for him.

Notes:
Important Life Moments: Months ago, Sheriff Mark Williams was found dead in his home after wastrels broke in, many bodies being discovered aside from his own, some assumed to be part of the band that broke inside, and including that of his immediate family in his wife, and daughter. Spirit too vengeful to let go of the world, he instead pulled himself out of his own grave, and swears to find those responsible for the death of his family. And to kill every last criminal he comes across in the meantime. He has donned a burlap sack and taken the role of a bounty hunter, the horror stories currently building of the relentless force of the law known as the Baghead.
Special/Supernatural Abilities (if any): Baghead is harrowed, an undead living amongst those who are still alive. He is driven to kill those who cause injustices within this world, and has only found any sort of solace in a lawbreaker's death.
Supporting Characters (if any):N/A
Signature Weapons/Items:Baghead was buried with the signature items from his job: His revolver and lasso. He has also started carrying a large woodcutter's axe, and the blood on the edge of the blade shows it's use.

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@OGSG

I misread the rules, my bad.

World of Light

LOCATION: Edge Of The Blue - Luma Pools
WORD COUNT: 1,287(+3 EXP)
MENTIONS: N/A

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It'd been a heck of a journey, but Mirage had finally arrived at his destination. The highly regarded Luma Pools! Overall, the supplies he had bought allowed him to make the trip pretty smoothly. Sure, they were savings to help fund his adventures further out into the world, but what was a vacation aside from that, right? After months of nonstop work, a man had to step back and reflect a little! On the good, and the bad, as he walked with this small creature he had only met the night prior, called a 'muukey' or something, he thought he was informed the night before? He honestly hadn't kept too much track, being too busy being the life of the party and basking in the beautiful taste of humor they all had. These little guys and gals were folks he'd party with any day! And the fresh fruit was delicious.

His thoughts changed to the bad. All that work, and he still had himself nowhere closer to finding a way home. This world seemed to almost be adapting into it's own, like it wasn't ever going to go back to normal. That worried Elliot a lot, as he couldn't help but think of what his mother's mental state would become without her favorite Apex Legend in the Games! Even if she identified Elliot, her son, and Mirage, the Legend, as different people. In a way, that made Elliot think it'd be worse for her. She'd think she lost two of the things that gave her joy in life, and he couldn't accept that.

God, he needed a distraction. Maybe the vacation was a bad idea? Now he was just thinking a lot, and that wasn't doing him any favors in relieving stress. Looking at the beautiful landscape around him, Elliot couldn't believe all that was said about this place was true. Truly, it was beautiful, and it felt like a gift to be in such a tranquil looking place. He'd worked hard to get here, and he'd try his best to enjoy it, and maybe even discover something nifty along the way. Though Elliot wasn't particularly looking for trouble on his vacation, trouble seemed to find him in this world. If his work so far taught him anything, at least. Though he had a tendency to make decisions that got him into hot water...

His thoughts were peeled away from the mess in his mind as his little companion spoke. He scanned the clean, beautiful view before him, seeing the perfect vacation spot as the small creature splashed around in the clear water. He perked up, a small grin gracing his features as seeing her having fun honestly lifted his spirits. "Oh wow, this place really looks speh- spetacky--? Uh, looks great!" He responded, the more complex word escaping him. Before he knew it, the 'muukey' was running off, telling him to have a good time. Elliot waved at her departure, before finding himself utterly alone, and curious.

The wildlife out here was certainly interesting, as he had noticed some monkey-like creatures on the way in. And as he glanced into the depths of the crystal clear water, he saw all sorts of water life. He was almost tempted to take a dip to get a closer look at the corals, but who was to say there wasn't a huge monster down there? THe muukey didn't seem scared, but it also wasn't going deep either. And Elliot wasn't exactly sure of himself with no gun underwater. No, Elliot decided he'd spend time on land for now, maybe relax in the sun that shined down in certain spots from the trees.

That's when he saw it; A place where the sun was beaming down from between the leaf-covered limbs above, seemingly perfect for his relaxing pleasure. But there was an issue in the fact it was on the other shore, though it didn't seem terribly far? The water wasn't too dangerous to swim, but Elliot didn't want to get damp. There also seemed to be some weird, wiggly creatures coming out of the ground to take in that sun. Elliot would unfortunately have to deal with this after he managed to get over there.

Elliot scanned the area for solutions, finding an option that seemed suitable enough: The plentiful trees weren't only beautiful, but looked like they could serve as a utility for Elliot to get across! But first he had to get down there, to the lake itself. Which was simple enough, considering the jetpack attached to his lower back would allow him to nail the landing. At least he hoped.

Committing to the jump, Elliot took a leap towards the mossy, rocky ground below. The pack on his back lowering his downward momentum enough to allow him to land with slight grace, or at least he would have if he hadn't slipped on the wet rock and stumbled forward, falling and barely catching himself as the tips of his hair dipped into the water. Pulling himself up, he pouted at the water dripping from the tips of his hair, the cool droplets hitting his nose and cheeks. He was close now, all he had to do was head over towards the trees, which he did at a brisk pace.

He felt confident in his idea, pout turning to smug curve of his lips as he reached out and pulled a low-hanging vine. He tugged on it in an attempt to ensure it wouldn't just fall, and it seemed sturdy enough. He'd seen stuff like this in a few movies, and it couldn't be much harder to jump from a vine than the ziplines in the Apex Games, right? Just get vine to vine, think of it as a workout routine. Yeah, he could do this!

Gripping the vine, Elliot ran forward and took another leap, though this time it wasn't off a high place. The low hanging vines allowed Elliot to swing a decent distance towards the other shore, being plentiful enough for the man to yell out his excitement as he released one vine, clinging to the next to continue his swing. The toes of his shoes momentarily skimmed the water but he didn't much care as he released the next vine at the height of his swing, landing with some finesse before mockingly bowing to no one, just impressed by his own actions.

Finally, he could observe this wiggly things and think. They weren't exactly friendly looking, but they also didn't look terribly dangerous. Regardless, Elliot had a method for testing the dangers of such situations. He pointed forward, activating the holo-tech on his suit with confidence. "Go foozle, bamboozle!" He said as he deployed his decoy, sending it walking towards the wiggly creatures to get an idea of how violent they were. He wasn't sure if they'd attack or not, so sending the decoy seemed like a great idea. If anything, maybe it could scare them away from his beam of sunlight and he'd get to lay down in peace.

As the decoy made it's way towards the creatures, Elliot found himself distracted by a sound that ear wormed it's way into his head at this point: It was coming from the direction of the ocean, he thought? And he couldn't exactly identify it, it made him think back about the Games and how you could hear heavy fighting from so far away in the arenas, even if it ended up eventually becoming faint. Annoyed, he looked in that direction with squinted eyes while waiting for his results, asking himself: "The heck's going on out there? Before deciding that it was currently not more important than getting his sun on, so he looked back at the wiggly creatures with high expectations.

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

@Dark Cloud

I didn't recall any interaction with your character in the collab. and Sid didn't interact with you either at the moment. I only mentioned folks who I knew were affected by Sid's actions