Post by drones on Aug 7, 2012 23:36:13 GMT -5
Username: Drones
Speculated Activity levels: Semi-active
Speculated Literacy level: Semi-literate
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Characters Name: Blythe Redwood
Nicknames?: Red
Age:23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Profession: Ranch hand
Rank: [N/A]?
Race: American
Plot Availability: PI
Physical: The most noticeable trait Blythe has is her eyes. Her left eye is a dark green and her right eyes is dark blue. She has short black hair and sticks up in all directions. Blythe’s skin is marked with scars from fights with her brother and the occasional fight at the saloon in Armadillo. Her skin is a dark brown from working in the fields in the hottest part of the day. Blythe is about 5’9 and she weighs 120 pounds. Often she is told how much she looks like her father but she fails to see any resemblances. Her mother also has one green eye and one blue eye as this genetic disorder is passed down through the parents. Eva’s mother as well had this genetic mutation of the eyes. Blythe speaks with correct wording and hardly uses slang as she was sent to a fancy boarding school when she was fifteen.
Attire: When she isn’t out on the ranch she wears blue denim jeans and a light weight shirt that is usually a dark blue or a dark green. Her clothing is simple because she is constantly moving and doesn’t have the space to have many items to wear. Her boots are stained with blood from slaughtering pigs on the ranch and they seem to be falling apart.
Weaponry: Evans Repeater and Semi-automatic pistol
Skills:
History: see roleplay example
Family:
Zachariah James Redwood- Father - (Deceased)
Eva Renee Redwood - Mother- (Alive. Currently living in Las Hermanas )
Phoenix Redwood - Brother- (Alive. Lives in Blackwater)
Joe Redwood- Brother - (Alive- Lives at Ridgewood Farm)
Sample RP post:
The distant noise of a shotgun going off stirred Blythe from her slumber in one of the many beds found in the saloon. It was raining hard outside and the lighting lite her entire room up. It was going to be a dreadful day. She pressed a clothe to her forehead and removed the sweat dripping from her temple with one quick movement. Among the shotguns there was a distinct voice that carried out through the entire saloon. "I'm lookin' for Blythe Redwood." The man was her father, Zachariah. She made her way down to her father and stared at him directly. "What do you want, father?" She gnawed her lip. Zachariah folded his arms and spoke to his daughter. "You need to come back home Blythe. Phoenix and Joe aren't much help anymore. You've always been my partner rounding up the cattle." Blythe rolled her eyes. "Father, I have told you many times I will never return to that damned ranch. I walked away from that life and you need to respect that. You have Crow and Beaver don't you? Those dogs do a mighty fine job rounding the cattle up." She actually missed the two dogs dearly but refused to let those emotions show across her already stern face. Zachariah exhaled sharply. His fingers balled into a fist and he looked as if he was about to punch his daughter. The abuse she had received from him as a child still resonated with Blythe. "I'm not coming back. Go fuck a whore and pray she gives you a son." She spat in her fathers face and went out of the saloon without another word to her father. The town was desolate and barren from any sign of life. People were afraid to venture out of their house because of Dutch's Gang prowling the streets at night. Blackwater had been hit severally by Dutch and now Dutch's Gang more or less ran the town. Armadillo wasn't out of the clear either. Almost nightly as if there was a ritual a group of five men would entered a random house and raped the women and steal anything of value. The Marshall was too damn scared to fight back Dutch's men. Blythe turned around and stared at the saloon one more time before mounting her horse. The steed had been given to her by her off and on boyfriend Tim. Lighting cracked in the sky and the thunder boomed. She had no choice but to leave Armadillo and seek shelter elsewhere. It was with hesitation that Blythe decided she would find her brother Phoenix and attempt to live with him until she could make a plan.
Speculated Activity levels: Semi-active
Speculated Literacy level: Semi-literate
Characters Name: Blythe Redwood
Nicknames?: Red
Age:23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Profession: Ranch hand
Rank: [N/A]?
Race: American
Plot Availability: PI
Physical: The most noticeable trait Blythe has is her eyes. Her left eye is a dark green and her right eyes is dark blue. She has short black hair and sticks up in all directions. Blythe’s skin is marked with scars from fights with her brother and the occasional fight at the saloon in Armadillo. Her skin is a dark brown from working in the fields in the hottest part of the day. Blythe is about 5’9 and she weighs 120 pounds. Often she is told how much she looks like her father but she fails to see any resemblances. Her mother also has one green eye and one blue eye as this genetic disorder is passed down through the parents. Eva’s mother as well had this genetic mutation of the eyes. Blythe speaks with correct wording and hardly uses slang as she was sent to a fancy boarding school when she was fifteen.
Attire: When she isn’t out on the ranch she wears blue denim jeans and a light weight shirt that is usually a dark blue or a dark green. Her clothing is simple because she is constantly moving and doesn’t have the space to have many items to wear. Her boots are stained with blood from slaughtering pigs on the ranch and they seem to be falling apart.
Weaponry: Evans Repeater and Semi-automatic pistol
Skills:
- WEAPONRY SKILL 3/5
- COMBAT SKILL 5/5
- TRACKING/HUNTING SKILL 3/5
- SURVIVAL SKILLS 3/5
- HORSEMANSHIP 5/5
- INTELLIGENCE CAPABILITIES 5/5
History: see roleplay example
Family:
Zachariah James Redwood- Father - (Deceased)
Eva Renee Redwood - Mother- (Alive. Currently living in Las Hermanas )
Phoenix Redwood - Brother- (Alive. Lives in Blackwater)
Joe Redwood- Brother - (Alive- Lives at Ridgewood Farm)
Sample RP post:
The distant noise of a shotgun going off stirred Blythe from her slumber in one of the many beds found in the saloon. It was raining hard outside and the lighting lite her entire room up. It was going to be a dreadful day. She pressed a clothe to her forehead and removed the sweat dripping from her temple with one quick movement. Among the shotguns there was a distinct voice that carried out through the entire saloon. "I'm lookin' for Blythe Redwood." The man was her father, Zachariah. She made her way down to her father and stared at him directly. "What do you want, father?" She gnawed her lip. Zachariah folded his arms and spoke to his daughter. "You need to come back home Blythe. Phoenix and Joe aren't much help anymore. You've always been my partner rounding up the cattle." Blythe rolled her eyes. "Father, I have told you many times I will never return to that damned ranch. I walked away from that life and you need to respect that. You have Crow and Beaver don't you? Those dogs do a mighty fine job rounding the cattle up." She actually missed the two dogs dearly but refused to let those emotions show across her already stern face. Zachariah exhaled sharply. His fingers balled into a fist and he looked as if he was about to punch his daughter. The abuse she had received from him as a child still resonated with Blythe. "I'm not coming back. Go fuck a whore and pray she gives you a son." She spat in her fathers face and went out of the saloon without another word to her father. The town was desolate and barren from any sign of life. People were afraid to venture out of their house because of Dutch's Gang prowling the streets at night. Blackwater had been hit severally by Dutch and now Dutch's Gang more or less ran the town. Armadillo wasn't out of the clear either. Almost nightly as if there was a ritual a group of five men would entered a random house and raped the women and steal anything of value. The Marshall was too damn scared to fight back Dutch's men. Blythe turned around and stared at the saloon one more time before mounting her horse. The steed had been given to her by her off and on boyfriend Tim. Lighting cracked in the sky and the thunder boomed. She had no choice but to leave Armadillo and seek shelter elsewhere. It was with hesitation that Blythe decided she would find her brother Phoenix and attempt to live with him until she could make a plan.
