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Petrichor

I'll try and have a post up tonight.

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@UraharaSteph

Eastern Standard Time for me.

Petrichor

@UraharaSteph

Marissa sounds like a sweetheart~ ^w^

I know exactly what your talking about. Sometimes characters just seem to construct their own personality as the thread goes own. XD

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Edit- Apologies for the double post. My mobile spazzed out.

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@Polaris North

Awww poor Adira! She detaches herself from others to protect herself from the pain made from losing them. She needs a hug big time. Hopefully as the story progresses the group can help her with those emotions as well.

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@Polaris North

Not only nickname buddies but drinking buddies as well~

Seas, lakes, ponds, rushing water, you name it. Being caught up in that flash flood as a kid left some mental scarring. He's okay with shallow water but anything that would cause him to swim or for too much of his body to be submerged is a no go.

What about Adira? Does she have any fears?

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@Polaris North

Oh, yeah I can see him and Adira getting along well! He'd appreciate her humor ^w^

Yeah, the big guy doesn't let much bother him and is just a go with the flow type with the exception of large bodies of water, which make him pretty skittish.

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@Polaris North

Those are pretty good! XD. Atlas is a pretty chill guy so he'd just give her a good humored grin . And probably come up with a name for her like Two legs or something of the sort~

Petrichor

I agree! The diversity in this cast of characters is awesome~ Not just in the range of races but also with personalities and abilities as well! ^w^

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Atlas

((Minus the horns and cloven hooves))

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NAME

Atlas

RACE

Centaur

AGE

32

CLASS

Bounty Hunter/Archer

EQUIPMENT

- 1 Long Bow
- 1 Quiver with Arrows
- 1 Hunter’s Dagger
- Leather Armor

BACKSTORY

Atlas had a normal childhood for a young centaur. He was born to a loving mother and father with three younger siblings. They being a unit of a a much smaller herd when compared to The Great Herd, who rule the Great Plains. Ever since he was young it had been the young boy’s dream to become a defender of the herd much like his father served. As such, at a young age his father began teaching him in the art of archery to which Atlas took to immediately. The boy spending any free time he had practicing until he was near a master of the weapon. Life in a nomadic herd traveling from place to place may have been hard at times due to draughts and long winter however, it was a happy one none the less.

However, just as Atlas was beginning his teenage years disaster struck. After one particular long draught a flash flood struck in the dead of the night. The raging waters causing many to be lost to the flood never to be seen again. Atlas as well was swept away by the rapids being torn from his father's grasp. By some miracle Atlas managed to survive, water logged, scared, and bruised the young centaur scrambled his way out of the wreckage and took refuge in the brush that night. When he awoke that next morning, it was clear to him that he was alone. That he was far from his family...his herd. He wasn't even sure if they were still living at that. The only thing he had left to remind him of the life he once had was his father's old long bow.

From then on Atlas has been on his own. He managing to survive on his own using the skills he had been taught as a young boy. As he grew he turned to working a variety of odd jobs mainly helping farmers' in the fields or any other form of hard labor. As time went on Atlas found himself in the Free States using his hunting skills to capture game and sell at the market. However, he is also not shy of doing bounty work either. Figuring he was pretty good at hunting animals so why not people as well?