NOLASTNAME, flint

[Flint]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

FLINT

"AND I AIN'T COMIN' BACK, SO DON'T HOLD YOUR FUCKIN' BREATH."

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NICKNAME • --
AGE • Nineteen
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Gang Member
CLASS • Low-Class
FACE CLAIM • David Sederholm

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Standing at 5'11 with dark, brunette hair and strikingly blue eyes, Flint is generally thought of as quite the attractive young man. He's rather broad for his younger age of nineteen, and though he is still definitely maturing, he's certainly got enough muscle to look intimidating. His frame is rather lean, built for both speed and strength, as he's fairly fit, from years upon years of getting little time to put his feet up. As far as skin goes, he's rather pale, though his complexion is a rare find, with few imperfections. As for his attire, Flint dresses very casually, wearing whatever he can find or steal, as he has little money to his name. He's very relaxed when it comes to clothing, and though he doesn't look dirty, one may tell he's been through a hell of a lot.

EYE COLOR • Blue
HEIGHT • 5'11
WEIGHT • Approx. 167lbs
BUILD • Muscled, though not overly; fit, muscular, somewhat broad
SCARS? • Several, fro beatings and other gang violence
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • His usually brooding, aggressive, and outgoing exterior; his eyes

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Flint's personality is a rather unique one, to say the least. Despite the fact he has most of the qualities that majority of teenage boys do, such as a new-found interest in women, there's definitely more to him then the that of the stereotypical bad boy. For one, Flint has severe separation anxiety. Because of the fact he literally has no-one close to him, when he does take someone in and decide to care for them, he becomes very afraid that they'll be taken away, as everyone in his past has. He's fiercely protective of the ones he cares for, and once you have his respect, it's ever-lasting. Respect, in his eyes however, isn't speaking only when talked to, and keeping your distance. He'll still run his mouth when around you, and yes, he'll definitely still mock you; that's just how he is. And, it sure as hell doesn't mean he doesn't respect you.

That brings us to our next point. Flint is... sometimes, annoyingly obnoxious. He's outgoing and rambunctious, an obvious hell-raiser, and he's certainly not afraid to run his mouth. With extremely bad language and a knack for insulting the others around him, some may not enjoy being around him, whatsoever. He's fun, however, and at times his teasing is light and playful. That is, if he likes you. He hardly knows boundaries, and because of this, often chooses the wrong moments to act out.

Now, one of the biggest parts of Flint's personality is his anger. He's been through so much in his life, and as many boys do, he translates it into anger. He can often have a very aggressive demeanor, and when annoyed, he usually turns very outwardly furious, or will take a rather snide, manipulative approach to whoever's pissed him off. It depends on the situation, really, though he's definitely the type of man guy who will be seen punching inanimate objects to try and ease his fury.

Now, the aggressive, rambunctious, and care-free side of his personality aside, Flint does have his sincere moments. Usually they involve thinking of his past or his secret, deep longing for a family, due to his lack of one as a child. Either way, most hardly see this softer, sincere, and gentle side of him, as this side began to get drowned out by his other, louder traits. He doesn't let many people see him act softly towards anyone or anything, out of fear it'll come back to get him in the long run.

LIKES •

conflict; Though he doesn't go about longing to start fights (all the time), he does enjoy a bit of excitement. Flint will never back down from a challenge, ever, and considering he's scrappy enough to take on most folk, he usually find it rather amusing to do so.

women; Like most boys his age, Flint does enjoy the thought of a good woman. Not in the sense that he wants commitment right away, per say, but in the fact that his hormones have certainly come in strong, and he's at risk to giving into temptation.

thoughts of a family; Though it does scare him, and the man hardly thinks about such things, Flint does long for a family. He's never had one, and often hopes desperately for someone to finally fill the void in his heart where family should be. He longs to have someone to tell his secrets to, to trust them with everyone he has, and know they won't betray him.

DISLIKES •

thoughts of his past; Pretty self-explanatory; I'm sure if you had a past like him, you'd hate thinking back towards it, as well. It only brings back the sadness and anger he wishes not to remember; so, why think of it?

the possibility of losing someone; All Flint's life, he's lost people. Everyone that should have ever been there for him left him in one way or another, and so, this has become quite a fear of his.

threats; Anything that poses a threat to Flint, be it a man or woman, he immediately dislikes. He's a very dominant, aggressive young man, and because of this, dislikes any form of challenge. He's fine living underneath the rule of the gang leader, but this is only because of the fact he needs to stability and leadership in his life--anyone else who intends to be above him, he's hardly too happy about.

WEAKNESSES •

women; He's young, and with his hormones running as strong as they currently are, women are certainly a weakness of his. He can't help himself from keeping his eyes off of a scantily clad woman, despite the fact he tries to keep himself composed.

separation anxiety; As stated in his personality, Flint suffers from this quite severely. He'd supremely afraid of losing those he gets close to, and because of this is often very careful when interacting with people. He doesn't let everyone in right away, and this is certainly why.

his past; Once again, pretty self-explanatory. His past shaped who he is today, and because of this he's made several mistakes. His past is entirely to blame when it comes to his outrageous behavior, as well as most other flaws he's inherited.

STRENGTHS •

combat; If there's one thing he's good at, it's putting up a fight. Flint is a resourceful bugger, and he'll use it to his advantage when fighting with another. He's physically strong, with plenty of experience, and will easily take part in a fight with or without a weapon of any sort.

looking after the ones he cares for; He's fiercely protective, and would do anything for someone he considered remotely close to family. Combine this and the strength above, and you've got quite the man, no?

FEARS •

losing someone special; It's happened far too many times in his life, and he doesn't want it to happen again.

having a child go through what he did; If he could stop even one child from going into an orphanage young, he would. Often times Flint will see children running about in an Orphanage and just pause, leaning down in order to speak with them. He'll play their games if allowed and cheer them up, hoping to add even just a little bit of joy to the terrible lifestyle.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

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PETS • Pistol; a blue roan gelding of whom is 3 years old, partially untrained, and lacks in the ground manner department
HISTORY •

Flint never really knew his parents. To this day, he can't even recall their names, nor can he get a mental image of what they might have looked like, despite how hard he longs to. He was born to a woman and man who were hardly in any condition to raise a baby, and so, after a fight lasting six, short months, he was left on the front step of the residential orphanage in a small, cushioned box, with ratty blankets wrapped tightly around his tiny little body. It wasn't moment later when a woman opened the door to the building, surprise and awe quickly taking hold of her expression with the sight of the blue-eyed baby, sleeping so soundly before her. Without waking him, she noiselessly knelt down, picked up the box, and hurried indoors once more, determined to keep the baby in good health. She took it as her own job to keep Flint healthy and strong, and soon, this woman took on a rather motherly role, for Flint. He had no one, and so she figured she ought to look after him.

It's safe to say that, without her, he'd be dead by now.

And so, Flint grew up within the Orphanage, under the wing of one of the full-time employees. When he asked about his parents, his young, curious eyes brimming with hope, she'd lightly brush off the subject, feeling it was best for him not to know he'd been so blatantly abandoned, left in front of a building, in nothing more then a box. And, when he was young, the nameless child would nod his head and shrug, happy to accept that she knew nothing about his past. Back then, when his mind still held such a youthful acceptance and innocence, he was fine to accept such facts. In fact, he used to make a game out of imagining what his parents were like, or what they looked like. How, madly in love they were. He used to believe, so strongly, that they'd simply lost him, and would come back for him eventually.

Sometimes, he'd even sit in front of the front window, legs crossed and head in his hands, just waiting. The staff would try and usher him off to bed, or even to play with the other children, but he'd just shake his head, and continue to stare off into the distance.

He didn't realize, at the time, that they were never going to come for him.

But, after twelve long years of waiting, it started to become an upsetting reality for the boy. The woman who had found him was always there, however, and would take him into her arms to murmur soft encouragements to him, about how he needed to always stay strong. She was the only one he would ever listen to; the one of whom had quickly become his anchor. Little did she know it, but she was the closest person he had resembling a mother, and when he had nightmares or was scared, she was the only one who would be able to get him to calm.

She'd even asked him what he wanted to be named, and, although it couldn't technically go on file, she'd called him by it either way; Flint.

He could be one hell of a rebellious little kid around other adults, but as soon as he was in the company of her, he would change, and simply insist on following her around, happy to engage in conversation of all sorts. Some found it endearing, this little display of rare affection from the mystery boy, however the owner of the Orphanage hardly felt the same way. She was a nasty old woman, with a sour disposition and a need for profit, and so she insisted that Flint be adopted out as soon as possible, despite the fact he was hardly ready. Fearing for the child and her job, the woman tried to bargain with her boss.

Needless to say, it hardly worked.

A week later, Flint was being forced into a carriage with a strange family, and set to drive miles upon miles away, to where his new home would be. Seeing as he was only 12, the boy put up one hell of a fight, sticking his head out of the window and screaming for the woman he cared so deeply for. A tear streaked down the side of her face as she waved, obediently under the watchful eye of her boss, and as Flint watched her, he felt tears begin to well up within his own eyes, his young mind unable to take on such a wild explosion of emotion.

Hours later and he arrived to his new home, gloomily at that, and followed his "parents" up to his new room, before sitting down on the bed, eyes remaining on the ground. They'd decided to give him a name; Hunter. However, Flint hardly acknowledged this. When they called to him, he'd simply ignore them, and continue doing whatever it was he wanted. The mother of the family, a frighteningly obedient and submissive woman, would try to reason with Flint. She'd say that her husband would be forced to punish him, if he didn't listen.

And, punish him he did.

Flint didn't last more then six months there, after the beatings started. He, finally, took to the streets, and slowly began making his way towards his old town. Often, he was forced to walk days and nights in the general direction he'd come from, but if he was lucky, some passer-by would stop and offer him a ride, before aiding him onto the back of their horse and continuing their journey. It wasn't often in which many saw a 12 year old boy walking in his lonesome in the middle of the desert, bruises covering majority of his face. He made it though, within a few, short days, he made it.

Only to find out the woman he'd been looking for had moved, three months after he'd been dragged off. her location was unknown.

And, it was that event, as well as every other emotion that he'd kept bundled within himself, that caused Flint to turn reckless. He never once gained an actual living area of his own, and as months turned into years, he grew into the young man he is today, his attitude having turned rebellious and obnoxious. When he was 16, he ended up taking involvement in one of the gangs, Pistoleros, in search of some form of vague stability. It was all the world had to offer, and so, he took it when he could.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

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