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Woodgrove Castle

This rp takes me back. I was SoulEater, thats my old account

Demon Within

[@SoulEater] I was in fucking elementary school when I wrote this 😭😭😭

Writers Wanted

1, 2, and 3 sounds good to me. The first one is super sweet, I might have an oc that be great for that.

‎‧₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐏) ✧˚₊‧

Foxmarrow

prefix: Fox- for his ginger pelt and bushy tail

sufix: Marror- to honor his first battle where a hunting party was ambushed by badgers. Defending the hunting party, he had fought bravely and broken the back leg of a female and fractured the paw of another female badger. He is known also as the bone crusher.

"You smell like fear. Or is that just what your Clan always reeks of?"

GENERAL INFORMATION

GENERAL INFORMATION

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↳ Age : 17 moons
↳ Gender : Male
↳ Clan : Thunderclan
↳ Rank : Warrior
↳ Previous name(s) :
Foxkit, Foxpaw, Foxmarrow

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PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY

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↳ Personality: Foxmarrow is a brave warrior with a very brutal personality. Way harsher than most, he tends to be short with others and tends to hold the warrior code over other cats' heads in a threatening manner. With his reputation of being a bone crusher, he tends to enjoy taunting other clan cats or being overly dominating with marking and patrolling. He enjoys power and he uses it to be lazy, often getting apprentices to do his work for him. However, he is often a good battle instructor and one of the most formidable in the clan.

↳ Weaknesses: Foxmarrow is ruthless and bloodthirsty; he often likes to start shit or use the warrior code to down-talk other cats.

Positive: Tactful, bold, brave

Neutral: gifted fighter, active, playful

Negative: lazy, shit-starter, hates other clans

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FAMILY

FAMILY

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↳ Parent(s) Redpelt♂️ & Orangepelt♀️ | died of old age

↳ Sibling dead?
Sisters: (Available)

Brothers: (Available)

↳ Other kin(s) : N/A
↳ Kit(s) : (Available)

↳ Mate(s) : (Available)
↳ Friend(s) : TBD
↳ Mentor(s): (Available)
↳ Apprentice: (Available)

Feel Free to Inquire About Connections!

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APPEARANCE

APPEARANCE

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↳ Book description: large ginger tom with strong jaws and yellow eyes

↳ Build: Foxmarrow has a wide head with large teeth and a powerful jaw. Most of his pride is in his biting force and he often dispatches prey with one bite alone. Aside from his face, he has a handsome reddish-orange coat and large fluffy tail that resembles a fox's in shape. Often when he is being sassy or territorial, his tail puffs up large.

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BACKSTORY

BACKSTORY

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↳ Kithood
He was a big kitten who always got into trouble. He would often wrestle with his father and play roughly with the rest of the kits. His mother often said he was a bratty kit, but the clan seemed to like his tenacity from a young age.

↳ Apprentice/Teen Moons -
As an apprentice he was very eager to be known for something and often thought about his warrior name. He began to study the warrior code, being more thoughtful then most ever through he would he though he was still trouble.

He stated to develop a dislike in other clan cats when he encountered others at the gatherings. He hated being looked down on and was quick to join up with the other warriors who tended to have a more prejudiced view on other clans. He began to do extra patrolling and hunting around the borders just so he can get into fights.

Twords the end of his training, he went on a hunting party where they got too close to some active badger dens. A younger apprentice was ambushed by the badgers and Foxpaw leaped into action. It was because of him that the hunting party managed to escape. He fought bravely and broken the back leg of a female badger and fractured the paw of another female badger.

↳ Warriorhood/Adulthood -

Foxmarrow is now a young warrior.

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Tides Ocs

Warrior Cat Template

Name

prefix:

sufix:

Add a Quote

GENERAL INFORMATION

GENERAL INFORMATION

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↳ Age :
↳ Gender :
↳ Clan :
↳ Rank :
↳ Previous name(s) :

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PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY

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↳ Personality:

↳ Weaknesses:

Positive: (List three)

Neutral: (List three)

Negative: (List three)

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FAMILY

FAMILY

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↳ Parent(s) male♂️ & female ♀️ (are they alive or dead)

↳ Siblingdead?
Siters: (are they alive or deas?

Brothers: (are they alive or dead?)

↳ Other kin(s) :
↳ Kit(s) :

↳ Mate(s) :
↳ Friend(s) :
↳ Mentor(s):
↳ Apprentice:

Feel Free to Inquire About Connections!

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APPEARANCE

APPEARANCE

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↳ Book description:

↳ Build:

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BACKSTORY

BACKSTORY

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↳ Kithood

↳ Apprentice/Teen Moons -

↳ Warriorhood/Adulthood -

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‎‧₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐏) ✧˚₊‧

@kailie I hope my submission isn't too much, I tried to cut down on what I wrote but since he's going to be Deputy I put more effort into the backstory

‎‧₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐏) ✧˚₊‧

Mudtrek

prefix: Mud - named after his brown pelt that resembled mud on a river bank

sufix: Trek - named to honor him after a journey he took outside of the clan to search for his father after a flood swept him away

"...When was the last time you sat to think?"

GENERAL INFORMATION

GENERAL INFORMATION

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↳ Age : 65 Moons
↳ Gender : Male
↳ Clan : River Clan
↳ Rank : Deputy
↳ Previous name(s) :
Mudkit, Mudpaw, Mudtrek

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PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY

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↳ MudTrek is a mix of an overly passionate spirit that's hidden away in a nonverbal and rarely spoken tom. He will be the first to rise and the first to fall if given any opportunity, but most do not know how deep his heart flows for his clan and those above. Only a select view will truly understand his mind that wanders in the stars and lingers on higher places.

Weaknesses: MudTrack does not stop thinking, working, nor anything that truly relaxes him. He'll be more inclined to deny medical assistance in favor of long hours of prayer and devotion to his clan.

Positive:
Empathic, Insightful, Dependable

Neutral:
Quiet, Introspective, Unassuming

Negative:
Indecisiveness, Avoidance of Conflict, Bottling Up Feelings, Self-Sacrifice

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FAMILY

FAMILY

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↳ Parent(s) Ashsprint♂️ & Muddywaters♀️ | Mother is alive/elder

↳ Sibling(s) : all deceased
Two Brothers
Bearkit - Brown tom with a broken tail | deceased
Splashkit - Grey and white tabby tom | deceased

Two Sisters
Duskkit - light brown she-cat with a white face | deceased
Crockkit - brown she-cat with a long tail | deceased

↳ Other kin(s) : N/A
↳ Kit(s) : N/A

↳ Mate(s) : N/A
↳ Friend(s) : TBD
↳ Mentor(s): Mottlepelt - Now an elder; an old white tom with a black spot on his forehead
↳ Apprentice: TBD

Feel Free to Inquire About Connections!

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APPEARANCE

APPEARANCE

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↳ Book description: Muddy brown tom with green eye

Build: Angular and sturdy; boxy face

Mudtrek is an Oriental Shorthair tomcat with a muddy brown pelt that is sleek and smooth; ideal for gliding through both undergrowth and water. His angular, sturdy build is honed for strength and agility, with his boxy face and sharp cheekbones giving him an air of rugged delight.

An exceptional swimmer, Mudtrek is as at home in the water as he is on land. His lean muscles ripple beneath his short fur, built for endurance and speed, propelling him effortlessly through rivers and streams. He often is described as an otter because of the ease in which he dives through the waters.

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BACKSTORY

BACKSTORY

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↳ Kithood
Growing up, MudKit was the only litter mate to make it during a harsh flood. His mother was devastated, having lost 4 kits but she kept her surviving kit close. Mudkit from a young age, however close his mother tried to keep him,
was the type of kit to wander in search of whispers of Starclan.

On many occasions, to his continual good merit, he'd listen to stories about Starclan for hours and he grew very close to his Elders. His kittenhood wasn't all lost though as he often was enthralled by the waters and not afraid to wrestle.

↳ Apprentice/Teen Moons -

On the night of his apprenticeship, Mudpaw received a divine encounter from a deceased sibling of his. A male who looked just like him but with a broken tail had arrived through the divine nature of ice crackling on a pound. His brother informed him of a doomed flood, telling him to be on alert for his clan's sake.

Mudpaw tried to take this seriously, even telling his dream to the leader but Moons would pass on and training took up his priorities. As Mudpaw grew, he began to wander his home and developed an oddly mature interest in life, making him an upstanding young cat.

His life would take a drastic turn however when the fateful floods swept through. Having trained, he managed to save a few kits and a beloved elder, only to find that his father was swept away. Desperate to save the tom and ignoring the cries of his mother, he swam as far as he could in pursuit of the tom.

During his swim, two female Starclan cats swam alongside him, aiding him along his journey. His deceased sisters had chosen to aid him on his journey, helping him to stay afloat and telling him where to go.

Mudpaw ended up leaving Tideclan territory in search of his father. For five days, he traveled, ending up way further than he'd ever been away from the snells of the clans. Finally, he had found his father, weakened and starving, with a grievous leg injury. Needing some time to recover before returning home, the two tom's worked together to keep eachother fed as they found themselves among the rogues. They were often chased by predators and cheated out of meals but with Mudpaw taking the lead, he managed to keep himself and his father alive.

Finally, his father's wound healed enough to a point where they could make the long journey back home. It would be until the next season that they arrived back at their clan.

From then on, the spirited young cat began to develop a quiet and distant nature as he reflected upon his journey.

↳ Warriorhood/Adulthood -

He was appointed Warrior not long after he returned as he was honored for his steadfast dedication to saving his father. The name Mudtrek, earned for his bravery on his long journey.

As time went on, Mudtrek very easily slipped into warrior life as nothing more than a reliable and steady young cat. Getting to protect and guard alongside his fellow warriors was in his blood, and at every instance he was there.

His most noteworthy accomplishment as a warrior happened one newleaf when a kit went missing. The whole clan was in hysterics, everyone searching left and right. During this, a clanmate would have accused the quiet Mudtrek of treachery as he seemed to be the only calm one among the chaos. Disgusted and disgraced out in the open, Mudtrek would have been forced into a brawl to defend his honor.

His opponent was a large tom who easily put Mudtrek on his back at once, coming close to crushing his windpipe. But using the opportunity, Mudtrek smartly slashed his back legs into his soft underbelly, throwing the large tom off. Instead of continuing the fight, he had managed to smell the kit and fled, being chased down by the tom and a few others as if he had actually done a crime. He fortunately would have led the warrior straight to the kit who was struggling to get out of a sinkhole.

Currect:
Now he waits for his final sibling to show himself. As well, he's waiting to be appointed deputy.

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Give me your characters!

Elmore Reid

Phade: The Shadow Cowboy

Character Information

Archetype: Vigilante
Name: Elmore ‘Elm’ Reid
Aliase: Phade
Age: 25 / October 15th
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawfully Neutral / Good

Height: 6’3
Weight: 270
Body Type: Muscular but a bit thick around the middle due to drinking
Hair Colour: Black with premature grey
Eye Colour: Hazel brown; the left eye white has a burst blood vessel
Notable Markings: To be discovered

Physical: Elm has a lean and muscular frame honed by years of labour under the sun. His arms are sinewy, each movement revealing the definition of his muscles. He also sports a bit more fat around the middle as he is an alcoholic.
Elm's hands are large and rough, calloused from endless hours of hard work. The rough texture of his skin tells of countless days spent tilling soil, lifting heavy bales, and handling livestock. He also has hairy arms, chest, and body. Big brute of a man, dumb and clumsy with big feet and hands.

Personality:

Elm is a quiet individual who often is cautious and introspective, preferring to listen rather than speak given the situation. Duto the times when he's forced into, conversation, he greatly struggles speech issues, causing him to be a bit awkward or self conscious. He doesn't like to talk much, more so willing to use body language or grunts to respond if he can. However, despite Elm's issues he manages to remain kind and hospitable, referring back to his Southern roots. Despby ite his reserved nature, Elm has a resounding passion for hero work as he's deeply empathetic, specifically for those in need or who are not looked upon favorably. He can see pain within others like none other, having witnessed cruelty and heartache in his owobject's he trys to do good in giving others his respect and guard.

Dependable to a fault, Elm is someone who you can always count on to have your back, whether it be on the battlefield or just in personal affairs. He never shirks his responsibilities and is always there when needed, no matter the personal cost. He's deeply loyal, proving his worth to go the extra mile for another be it a friend, stranger, or enemy. His quiet strength and reliability provides a steadying presence in even the most chaotic situations. Elm's quiet demeanour isn't just a result of his introversion; It's a reflection of his introspective nature. He spends a lot of time in thought, reflecting on his actions, his purpose, and the world around him. Everything can be examined and he takes care to critique himself, even with the most simple mistakes.

Elm is unassuming and modest, never seeking the spotlight. He's actually quite old fashioned and mistaken for being an older man, using proper titles and addressing individuals by mister or miss. Very chivalrous and courteous, he puts others before himself out of habit. He constantly feels judged and less then, causing him to act in ways that showcase his submissive nature such as being the first to break eye contact, stepping down if he's yelled at/criticised, and shying away from praise.

Fears:

Iatrophobia- The medical term for an intense fear of doctors, medical care, or the medical system. People with iatrophobia may experience physical or emotional symptoms, and may avoid routine checkups, tests, bloodwork, or surgeries. In extreme cases, they may refuse to seek medical attention even when they're very sick

Agoraphobia- is an anxiety disorder that causes an intense fear of being in public places or situations where it might be difficult to escape or get help. People with agoraphobia may fear busy places like shopping centres, airports, or public transportation, but any public place can feel threatening.

Conditions:

Apraxia-
Elm has a condition called apraxia which means he has an inability to coordinate mouth and tongue movements for speech production at times. Symptoms include difficulty moving smoothly between sounds, syllables, or words, groping movements to make the correct sounds, and voicing errors. On top of that, he's got a Southern drawl, poor thing

Power Information

Powers:
Darkness Manipulation

Shadow manipulation, also known as Umbrakinesis or Darkness Manipulation, is the ability to control the properties and behavior of shadows and darkness. In reality, shadows are simply the absence of light, lacking any true substance. However, in fictional settings, shadow manipulation often treats shadows as a tangible force that can be shaped, solidified, and wielded at will. Thus, this ability straddles the line between an intangible concept and a versatile medium, blurring the boundaries between imagination and physical reality. Because of the unknown qualities of the power itself, there are some rules and regulations that will dictate the strength, durability, and longevity of the power in its solid state and the full compass of the power when it's simply a concept.

Solid Constructs

Elm can solidify shadows into tangible constructs, shaping them into functional forms such as cages, nets, barriers, hooks, ropes, and weapons. These shadow-forged tools are fully responsive to his will, allowing him to animate them for defensive maneuvers, entrapment, or support in battle. The physical properties of his creations mimic the real-world equivalent of what he’s forming. For instance, a shadow rope has the tensile strength of an actual rope and can snap under strain, while a shield behaves like a metal counterpart, capable of blocking several blows.

One of Elm’s signature techniques, and one he’s most infamous for, is his use of shadow bullets. Formed from condensed darkness and fired with the velocity and impact of real projectiles. Another signature technique is his second pair of arms. These arms mimic his own movements but can stretch, flex, and rotate up to one hundred and eighty degrees. They can squeeze into tight spaces and pick up or manipulate physical objects. However, these arms will vanish if they take too much damage, usually after about five solid strikes. Even though they disappear, they can be summoned again after a brief recovery period. They cost him very little energy to maintain, and the most effective way to keep them at bay is to keep Elm under pressure or somehow incapacitate him physically.

Despite their versatility, Elm’s shadow constructs come undone with limited duration and fragile concentration. The moment his focus falters, even for a blink, they begin to unravel. Maintaining any solid shape requires not just energy, but unwavering mental presence. His power is intimately tied to his confidence and clarity. A steady hand and a steady mind are essential to keeping his creations stable. If Elm drops a shadow-forged item or shifts his attention elsewhere, it doesn’t fall, it simply vanishes, dissolving back into darkness as if it was never there. Forgetting to focus on a specific construct, even momentarily, causes it to dissipate. This makes multitasking difficult and forces him to be selective and intentional with every creation. (FOR NOW)

Say a construction is being rapidly hit? Weak spots will appear after repeated strikes, and eventually they can be broken through entirely. It really depends also on everything I've mentioned above as well as the strength of an opponent.

Conceptual Guise

Like other Shadow or Darkness manipulators, Elm can step into surrounding darkness and use it as a cover to his advantage. And it can occur in a few different ways.

One of his most potent abilities is his ability to shadow travel. He can step into one patch of darkness and reappear from another, as if slipping through the seams of reality. By phasing into a shadow, he temporarily enters a liminal space between the physical world and a small pocket dimension of his own making, allowing for near-instantaneous movement across short distances. He can travel up to 30 to 40 feet and can carry 2-3 people with him. His ability has a cooldown of roughly 3 posts before it can be used again. The transition is near-instant but marked by a brief blur or flicker of motion as he melts into the gloom and emerges elsewhere. However, light is his greatest weakness here. Should someone shine light on the shadow he’s about to emerge from, he’ll be forced back to his starting position. Elm also has the potential to lose everything if the area is blasted with light, he can become trapped in this pocket dimension, ending the roleplay as he can not get out.

His most signature skills are causing a reverse flash bang, able to engulf areas within a 20ft radius in impenetrable darkness, cutting off all natural and artificial light. This can give him easy access to shadow travel or be used to blind or momentarily stun by cutting off the lights. He can only use his shadow bullets to perform this.

Unlike shadow travel, Elm has refined his technique further, learning to convert his entire body into shadow instead of phasing through it. In this form, he can move as a dark smear along surfaces, walls, ceilings, or floors. This allows for silent, high-speed traversal and evasiveness in dim or fully dark environments. In these conditions, engaging him becomes a challenge, as strikes pass harmlessly through his semi-immaterial form.

As a whole, light and light-based powers remain the most effective counter to Elm. He can only draw power from existing shadows and darkness, which means his abilities peak at night or in dark places. Any light manipulation or light generation can nullify his abilities, and relying too long on his powers will drain his energy and mental stability. Being forced into the shadow realm, in particular, is extremely dangerous for him, often leaving him disoriented and weakened once he finally returns.

Equipment

Equipment:
Shadow Guns

The shadow guns themselves are normal guns that are used as conduits for Elm to focus his powers to perform precise, speedy attacks. Elm is a lot more receptive with using his powers with a conduit as using his shadow manipulation freely is not something he is very comfortable with.
These guns can also be stored within shadows, allowing him to pull them out when needed.

Shadow Bullets:

Instead of using conventional ammunition, the gun uses "shadow bullets." These bullets are created by Elm manipulating shadows into dense, solid forms. Reloading the shadow gun might involve Elm focusing and gathering shadows from the environment, recharging the gun with new shadow bullets. This process could be instantaneous or take a moment of concentration, depending on the intensity and duration of the battle. When fired, they have unique properties as they can;

Pass through objects: Depending on the objects density, shadow bullets can phase through solid objects or barriers. Barriers that are 6–12 inches thick can be passed through. Examples would include walls, floors, ceilings. He wouldn't know where the target is however, he can only make guesses.

Absorb light: The bullets can absorb light, creating temporary darkness where they hit, disorienting opponents. The range of this attack is 15ft of darkness on all sides of where the bullet hits for 3 turns.

Transform: Upon impact, the bullets could transform into tendrils or other shadow constructs, ensnaring or damaging targets in unconventional ways. These bullets can also act as normal bullets depending on how he shifts them as they fly.

Pistols:

Colt Single Action Army (Peacemaker) A legendary revolver, often referred to as "The Gun that Won the West." Known for its reliability and stopping power, it’s a staple in cowboy lore.
Single-action revolver, 6-round.
75 to 100 yards. At fifty yards it was considered good shooting to group the shots in a six-inch circle. But it could be effective at long range

Shotgun:

Winchester Model 1887 Lever-Action Shotgun This lever-action shotgun offers both the ruggedness and historical accuracy fitting for a cowboy. It's powerful and versatile, perfect for close-range encounters.
Lever-action, 6 rounds.
15 meters, The user must wait at least 1.43 seconds in between shots to deal with recoil

Large Gun:

Winchester Model 1873 Rifle, Often called "The Gun that Won the West" (alongside the Colt SAA), this lever-action rifle is ideal for longer-range engagements. It provides a significant step up in terms of firepower and range compared to a pistol or shotgun.
Lever-action, 15 rounds
range of 150 yards with its cartridge. It's not considered to be very precise, but it's accurate enough for hunting and fighting. One review notes that the rifle has open sights that are accurate at 50 yards, and that a precision aperture sight could improve the accuracy even more.

Backstory & Now

Backstory

Elmore Reid was born and raised in the deep South, tucked away in the quiet, wooded backcountry of rural Tennessee. His parents, Jeremiah and Sarah Reid, came from a long line of cattle ranchers and self-sufficient farmers being people who believed in the sanctity of the land, tradition, and living simply. For generations, the Reids had worked the soil with their own hands and tended to herds of beef cattle, rotating them across patchwork fields and forested clearings. Life on the Reid homestead bore a strong resemblance to the Amish way of living, despite not being Amish in name. The family shunned most modern conveniences, favoring a slower, more deliberate pace of life. Electricity was sparse and often limited to essentials, and machines were used only when absolutely necessary. Jeremiah preferred tools that didn’t plug in, and Sarah still churned butter by hand, wove quilts in the evenings, and lit oil lamps as dusk settled over the farmhouse. Their days started before the sun rose and often ended long after it set.

Their community, while not formally Amish or Mennonite, was heavily influenced by Plain traditions. Neighbors bartered more than they bought, and the weekly farmer’s market felt more like a gathering of kin than a place of business. Everyone pitched in during harvest season, and no one went hungry if another could help it. Modesty, humility, and discipline were prized virtues—taught not with harshness, but with consistency and example.

The Reids were also deeply religious, their faith the bedrock of every decision, tradition, and ritual in their lives. Elm was raised beneath the shadow of the church steeple, where sermons spoke of stewardship, obedience, and the value of a quiet life. Sundays were sacred, reserved for worship, family, and reflection. He learned early on that idle hands were the devil’s tools and that everything in life—from milking the cow to reciting scripture had a purpose. In that close-knit world, Elm learned to listen more than he spoke, to mend what was broken, and to carry the weight of responsibility without complaint. For complaint and grumbling was sin.

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One stormy night, as thunder rumbled and lightning illuminated the sky, Elm felt an unusual sensation coursing through his body. He awoke from a restless sleep to find his room shrouded in darkness, darker than any night he had ever known. Like quicksand, the darkness began to press in and around him, consuming the young boy as his powers went haywire.

Hysterical he was blasted with visions of distorted demonic nightmares as they began to wrap around him and change as his powers matured and stretched. Every story, every fear he had heard muttered came true in this moment. The devil was real, and his powers spiraled. Elm only fuel it's shifts more as his nightmare got worse. His mother, who had been the only one home, rushed in with a lit gas lamp to see what the racket was about.

What occurred that night marks a change in the young man's life forever

Elm managed to survive that night, though the emergence of his powers did not go unnoticed and certainly not unpunished. In the eyes of the church, what had awakened in him was not a gift, but a curse. Possession, they called it. A demonic affliction. A blight sent by the Devil himself. Almost overnight, Elm went from being a quiet, obedient farm boy to a pariah and an object of fear, shame, and wrath. The very congregation that had once smiled at him over hymnals now looked upon him with suspicion and disgust. His family handed him over to the church elders for spiritual correction without hesitation.

What followed was not salvation, but abuse cloaked in sanctity. Days spent in isolation, fasting until his lips cracked and his vision blurred. Nights spent under the weight of scripture and ritual, as the elders tried to "drive the demon out." He was bound, beaten, and doused in holy water until he shook with fever. They screamed prayers over his body, pressed crosses into his skin until they left burns, and forced him to confess sins he hadn’t committed just to make the pain stop. But he could not speak a word, his voice was shattered. Whether it was the trauma or some deeper retreat into himself, he didn't speak for years after.

Eventually, when his body broke under the strain of it, he had fortunately become a man. A quiet, lost man. He was given up and left to meditate on his life, forced to repent for the life he selfishly had. But alas, there was so much more that he had undergone. Elm had no place but the barn outside his family's home and the whispers of his brother Judge who kept an amber bottle of whiskey for his younger brother. They sipped and talked, Judge being the only one to speak to him but Elm knew he hated him still.

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(Phade: The Shadow Cowboy)
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Judgment was all he knew, but by the time he had turned 21, Elm was determined to find his path. Despite his best efforts, shadows seeked him out and strokes his senses. It was far easier to make friends with a shadow, to bend it and use it. It felt awful and terrible but the more he used it the pressure began to subside. He felt sinful for this, but his hands continued to experiment. And soon under the cover of darkness, he became a masked shadow figure who loomed in the night. With his powers, he grapple with his guns and filled them with shadow bullets to use the powers he had been plagued with like any tool, like any weapon. It was easier to comprehend that way.

But this shift, this disguise was a means for Elm to feel like he was more than the sum of his fears and the anxieties of those around him. He could not live like he had and he couldn't allow his powers to go unchecked again. In the cloak of night, he ventured into the heart of the city near his town, where his deeds as the shadowy vigilante began to stir whispers among the townsfolk. By day, he remained the quiet, pariah man who rarely travelled from his homestead, but by night, he was a figure of mysterious justice, using his powers to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. This duality allowed Elm to navigate his complex identity, balancing the boy he once was with the powerful, enigmatic being he was becoming.

Yet, despite his newfound purpose, Elm's journey was fraught with challenges and it pushed him onwards. No longer able to face the challenges at home and live the double life, he thrusts himself into the world of hero work to find himself and maybe… something worth all this hassle of the heart.

the Alliance of Liberty City

@Omega Man Ok that helps a lot. This guy's sheet has been built up over the years and people have either wanted more detail with things, such as the guns. I can definitely reduce, make it more simple.

Yes I will make sure to include what I missed for sure 🫡

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

@Penny is this still available, I want to add my werewolf