This Town Ain’t Big Enough

“C'mon,” He beckoned to the draft horse. “Only a mile or so more, won’t be too long.”

Even though Allen and his two stallions were traveling along an unbeaten path, his hand rested atop of his loaded pistol. It was rare for him to run into anybody in these parts of the forest past sunset, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

Graves chuffed impatiently, beginning to trot slightly faster. Shushing the Thoroughbred, Allen tugged back on the reins. As big as his mount was, the horse was skittish, especially in the denser parts of the forest. Lucky for him, his Percheron had more of a calmer temperament.

As soon as he got to a spot that looked appropriate, Allen slipped off of Graves and tied the reins to a nearby tree, before going over to the draft horse and pulling the hogtied body off of his back. The corpse was fresh, only killed execution style just hours before. Of course, he didn’t question the reasons for killing the man, more concerned of the payout rather than the morality of the job. It was cruel, but Allen was beginning to run low on supplies for himself and his horses. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

With a grunt, the man lifted the body from the back of his horse and off to the side, reaching for the shovel attached to Graves’s saddle. Just as he was about to get started, he heard a sudden voice about 15 feet behind him.

Dropping the shovel and whipping out his pistol, Allen quickly turned to face the owner of the voice. His thumb rested upon the hammer of the gun, bandana already resting on top of his nose. Surely, the brim of his hat obscured any moonlight from hitting his eyes; hopefully it was enough to make him slightly unidentifiable.

The heavy thump of hooves and footsteps falling in the dirt drowned out the other sounds of the night. The creaking of wind through branches and the calls of wildlife faded into the background, overshadowed by the clinking of a metal bit grating against teeth. 

Thomas led his horse through the trees and underbrush, following a path seen only by him. He’d traveled this way many times before, and tread carefully enough as to not leave an obvious trail behind. The carefully bundled corpse slung over his horse’s haunches was the last job he needed to take care of tonight. He was eager to finish, he could feel the days work weighing on his bones with a light soreness that would turn to a stronger ache by morning.

He entered a clearing and stepped out from the tree-line, his mount following close behind him. This was Thomas’s usual spot for body disposal. The dirt was soft and easy to dig into, plants grew more quickly because of the corpses buried underneath them, and most importantly, it was hidden from the prying eyes of trail riders. He hitched his shire to a nearby tree and patted the horse’s neck with an incomprehensible mumble of thanks. He lifted the body off the horses back with little effort, and set it aside in the grass to deal with later. He didn’t give the bloodied bundle a second glance as he set about retrieving his shovel and beginning to dig, but he did think about it. The body had been a man he’d seen around town before, and he’d had the unfortunate luck of stumbling across one of Thomas’s more hot-headed coworkers. The man had been slashed to near pieces by the panicked smuggler, and now it was Thomas’s job to get rid of it before the law or the deceased’s family came sniffing around.

The thump of hooves interrupted his train of thought, and Thomas stopped digging, feeling a sense of growing alarm. The sound came from the side opposite of where his shire was standing, grazing peacefully. He’d never run into anyone else out here before, but maybe the spot wasn’t as well hidden as he’d thought. The moonlight illuminated a figure leading two rather large stallions that slouched into the clearing a few paces away. His face was shadowed by the brim of his hat and he had a bandana pulled up over his nose. It appeared as if he hadn’t spotted Thomas gripping his shovel with bloodied hands, and for a moment he stared incredulously. He watched as the stranger tugged a bundle off the back off his horse with a grunt, and when it hit the ground with a dull thud he realized that he too was here with a body. With his face covered like that Thomas was sure the other couldn’t afford trouble, just like him. This was something he could work with.

“What are ya doin here?” He called, taking a few bold steps forward. His answer was the muzzle of the stranger’s pistol pointed at him and a growled threat he’d heard a thousand times before. “I think ma bunny slippers just ran for cover.” he drawled, driving his shovel into the ground with a forceful jab. The butcher crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly unbothered by the weapon still pointed at his face. “A word of advice for ya,” He began, making a point to drag his gaze over the other and then over the body lying behind them. “Cover up your corpses in somethin before you go riding off with em.”

It didn’t have to turn into trouble, however; Allen could see the body the man had shrugged off his own mount, along with the bloody hands and old shovel in front of him. It seemed as if they both were here for the same reason. At the moment, he couldn’t tell if the person’s kill was done out of revenge and anger or if it was for payment; he could only hope it was the latter.

“Didn’t ask for your advice,” After a few long moments, Allen finally lowered his pistol back into its holster around his belt -his hand never left the butt of it out of precaution. “n’quite frankly, didn’t have the time to cover the body either.” He began to walk over to the corpse he had dropped onto the earth only a minute or two before, but kept an eye on the stranger out of his peripheral vision. Neither Graves nor Animkii were pleased of the new presence just a few yards away, the thoroughbred beginning to stomp his front hoofs into the soft soil beneath. Gently, he shushed the stallion, reaching a hand up to pet his neck and mane before grabbing the shovel from the saddle.

His shire Oz had paused in his grazing to turn his head towards the other two horses, his ears flicking with mild interest towards the newcomers. After a moments pause, he seemed to decide that the plants were more interesting than the skittish creatures, and returned his attention to eating peacefully.

Thomas’s muscle memory and slight head start served him well, it wasn’t long before the grave was dug and ready to be dealt with. He pulled himself out of the hole in the ground and settled on the edge to catch his breath for a minute.

The butcher couldn’t help but glance over at the stranger again. The situation was settled, they had an an understanding and it would be in his best interest to simply leave it alone. But Thomas’s curiosity was peaked. He’d worked with all sorts of vile men before, other killers like him or worse. He’d run jobs with them, worked for them or made connections with them for his buisness. But he’d never met someone who worked like this stranger did. Thomas’s company consisted of a lot of confrontational hot heads, trigger happy bastards who had mean streak a mile wide. Perhaps that’s what made the interaction with this man stand out to him. The careful answer and clear action was refreshing, and for some reason that made Thomas want to know more. If he played his cards right perhaps he could learn a little more without endangering himself again.

Gripping the reins on his Percheron stallion -quite an expensive horse, but Allen will never say how he came into possession of a beautiful thing- the native made a turn down a less crowded road. It was a bit thinner than the main road, but there was some space that would allow him to make room for another rider to pass by without any issue.

He must’ve been too deep into his thoughts when a gunshot went off, and was only pulled back into reality when he noticed a stranger nearly slumped against a hitching post. The smell of gunpowder was faint, but present, and judging by how the man held himself, he must’ve gotten hit.

Making sure the road was relatively empty, Allen found a hitching post not too far away from where he saw the stranger. The stallion didn’t seem too pleased about being left alone, despite the street being clear of any suspicious characters other than the man they saw before, a simple pat on the shoulder and a bite of fruit seemed to be sufficient enough to soothe the horse’s worry.

The question didn’t seem to get through the other until he repeated it once more. It was clear this stranger was lying; the familiar copper smell was faint, lingering in the air around him. His posture was stiffened, arm hidden out of sight.

A coach signaled he was about to pass through, and Allen stepped aside. He waited until it was a bit farther down from them before speaking up once again.

The wound throbbed and Caleb could feel the split flesh against the inside of his sleeve with every breath he took. The minuscule movement was rubbing it raw and reminding him that unless this was treated soon, he would lose too much blood to continue. Or worse it would become infected. The doctors office was several blocks away, and without help he doubted he would make it. The idea of fending off questions about how he was wounded wasn’t a pleasant one either.  It wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have much of a choice. As much as he disliked relying on the charity of strangers, he had to put his trust in this man for now. Perhaps he was only extending his kindness in order to get something out of it later, but at least he wasn’t waiting for Caleb to collapse to rob him.  

“Best get goin’ now,” Allen said gruffly, walking back over to his horse and untying the reins from the hitching post. “just in case the law decides to show up.” With the reins of his horse gripped tightly in his hand, he turned to look at the other man. “Hotel s’not too far from here, best to just walk n’case you pass out, at least you can lean on your horse for support.”

Instead of taking the more direct route to the hotel, Allen decided it’d be in their best interest to take the quieter streets there. At least they could both evade the law, and the stranger would be able to take his time so he didn’t strain himself trying to rush.

The hotel keeper gave both men an odd look, but didn’t utter a word as Allen lead the stranger down the hall and to his hotel room. He’d been there for nearly a week at the point, but everything was kept nice and tidy. Whatever clothes Allen owned were tucked away in the dresser, and a small bag sat on top of the dresser itself. There weren’t many medical supplies in the small bag, but it’d be enough.

He didn’t give the hotel secretary a second glance when they entered. Caleb knew what that look meant and he couldn’t care less about what the man thought. He shadowed the stranger until they reached the room, and took a quick glance around. It wasn’t a terribly important detail, but Caleb noticed his new companion kept his belongings neat and organized. It was probably intended so that if needed, he could pack up and leave with short notice. But he noted it with a feeling of respect for the other nonetheless.

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"C'mon," He beckoned to the draft horse. "Only a mile or so more, won't be too long."

Even though Allen and his two stallions were traveling along an unbeaten path, his hand rested atop of his loaded pistol. It was rare for him to run into anybody in these parts of the forest past sunset, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Graves chuffed impatiently, beginning to trot slightly faster. Shushing the Thoroughbred, Allen tugged back on the reins. As big as his mount was, the horse was skittish, especially in the denser parts of the forest. Lucky for him, his Percheron had more of a calmer temperament.

As soon as he got to a spot that looked appropriate, Allen slipped off of Graves and tied the reins to a nearby tree, before going over to the draft horse and pulling the hogtied body off of his back. The corpse was fresh, only killed execution style just hours before. Of course, he didn't question the reasons for killing the man, more concerned of the payout rather than the morality of the job. It was cruel, but Allen was beginning to run low on supplies for himself and his horses. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

With a grunt, the man lifted the body from the back of his horse and off to the side, reaching for the shovel attached to Graves's saddle. Just as he was about to get started, he heard a sudden voice about 15 feet behind him.

Dropping the shovel and whipping out his pistol, Allen quickly turned to face the owner of the voice. His thumb rested upon the hammer of the gun, bandana already resting on top of his nose. Surely, the brim of his hat obscured any moonlight from hitting his eyes; hopefully it was enough to make him slightly unidentifiable.

The heavy thump of hooves and footsteps falling in the dirt drowned out the other sounds of the night. The creaking of wind through branches and the calls of wildlife faded into the background, overshadowed by the clinking of a metal bit grating against teeth. 

Thomas led his horse through the trees and underbrush, following a path seen only by him. He’d traveled this way many times before, and tread carefully enough as to not leave an obvious trail behind. The carefully bundled corpse slung over his horse’s haunches was the last job he needed to take care of tonight. He was eager to finish, he could feel the days work weighing on his bones with a light soreness that would turn to a stronger ache by morning.

He entered a clearing and stepped out from the tree-line, his mount following close behind him. This was Thomas’s usual spot for body disposal. The dirt was soft and easy to dig into, plants grew more quickly because of the corpses buried underneath them, and most importantly, it was hidden from the prying eyes of trail riders. He hitched his shire to a nearby tree and patted the horse’s neck with an incomprehensible mumble of thanks. He lifted the body off the horses back with little effort, and set it aside in the grass to deal with later. He didn’t give the bloodied bundle a second glance as he set about retrieving his shovel and beginning to dig, but he did think about it. The body had been a man he’d seen around town before, and he’d had the unfortunate luck of stumbling across one of Thomas’s more hot-headed coworkers. The man had been slashed to near pieces by the panicked smuggler, and now it was Thomas’s job to get rid of it before the law or the deceased’s family came sniffing around.

The thump of hooves interrupted his train of thought, and Thomas stopped digging, feeling a sense of growing alarm. The sound came from the side opposite of where his shire was standing, grazing peacefully. He’d never run into anyone else out here before, but maybe the spot wasn’t as well hidden as he’d thought. The moonlight illuminated a figure leading two rather large stallions that slouched into the clearing a few paces away. His face was shadowed by the brim of his hat and he had a bandana pulled up over his nose. It appeared as if he hadn’t spotted Thomas gripping his shovel with bloodied hands, and for a moment he stared incredulously. He watched as the stranger tugged a bundle off the back off his horse with a grunt, and when it hit the ground with a dull thud he realized that he too was here with a body. With his face covered like that Thomas was sure the other couldn’t afford trouble, just like him. This was something he could work with.

“What are ya doin here?” He called, taking a few bold steps forward. His answer was the muzzle of the stranger’s pistol pointed at him and a growled threat he’d heard a thousand times before. “I think ma bunny slippers just ran for cover.” he drawled, driving his shovel into the ground with a forceful jab. The butcher crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly unbothered by the weapon still pointed at his face. “A word of advice for ya,” He began, making a point to drag his gaze over the other and then over the body lying behind them. “Cover up your corpses in somethin before you go riding off with em.”

Gripping the reins on his Percheron stallion -quite an expensive horse, but Allen will never say how he came into possession of a beautiful thing- the native made a turn down a less crowded road. It was a bit thinner than the main road, but there was some space that would allow him to make room for another rider to pass by without any issue.

He must’ve been too deep into his thoughts when a gunshot went off, and was only pulled back into reality when he noticed a stranger nearly slumped against a hitching post. The smell of gunpowder was faint, but present, and judging by how the man held himself, he must’ve gotten hit.

Making sure the road was relatively empty, Allen found a hitching post not too far away from where he saw the stranger. The stallion didn’t seem too pleased about being left alone, despite the street being clear of any suspicious characters other than the man they saw before, a simple pat on the shoulder and a bite of fruit seemed to be sufficient enough to soothe the horse’s worry.

The question didn’t seem to get through the other until he repeated it once more. It was clear this stranger was lying; the familiar copper smell was faint, lingering in the air around him. His posture was stiffened, arm hidden out of sight.

A coach signaled he was about to pass through, and Allen stepped aside. He waited until it was a bit farther down from them before speaking up once again.

The wound throbbed and Caleb could feel the split flesh against the inside of his sleeve with every breath he took. The minuscule movement was rubbing it raw and reminding him that unless this was treated soon, he would lose too much blood to continue. Or worse it would become infected. The doctors office was several blocks away, and without help he doubted he would make it. The idea of fending off questions about how he was wounded wasn’t a pleasant one either.  It wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have much of a choice. As much as he disliked relying on the charity of strangers, he had to put his trust in this man for now. Perhaps he was only extending his kindness in order to get something out of it later, but at least he wasn’t waiting for Caleb to collapse to rob him.  

Basics:

1. What is their gender? 

2. What is their sexuality?

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger?  Which sibling are they the closest with? 

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

6. What would they give their life for?

7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?

8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

10. What are some of their talents/skills? 

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? 

12. How old are they? When is their birthday?

13. What do they do for fun?

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

15. What was something their parents taught them?

16. Are they religious?

17. Where were they born? 

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? 

19. What is their occupation?

20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them? 

Personality:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality?

23. Do they get lonely easily?

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

25. What is their biggest flaw?

26. Are they aware of their flaws?

27. What is their biggest strength? 

28. Are they aware of their strengths?

29. How would they describe their own personality?

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

32. What is their self esteem like?

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? 

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?

Physical Profile:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? 

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

47.  What’s their pain tolerance like?

48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos?

49. Do they have any piercings?

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

51. What is their height? Weight?

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone?

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle?

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin?

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute?

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF?

60. Describe the way they sleep. 

Environment: 

61. Which season is their favorite season?

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others?

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily?

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there?

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets?

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

72.  Would they rather have stability or comfort?

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors?

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms? 

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

76. How organized are they?

77. What is their most prized possession?

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend? 

79. What is their economic situation?

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Miscellaneous:

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

82. What is their handwriting like?

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim?

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?

85. Do they believe in ghosts?

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

87. What is something they regret?

88. Do they have an accent?

89. What is their D&D alignment?

90. Are they right or left handed?

91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

Here is the second OC I created, I used Djarn’s character maker on Picrew. Meet Thomas O'Reilly! I’m adding details and backstory as I find inspiration for him. Rescources for faceclaims are a little difficult to come by at the moment but I did find a picture of what I think Thomas would look like in a different style. (With a few minor detail changes of course.) 

Here is the information and backstory I’ve put together so far for him.

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Age: 38

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Bisexual

Ethnicity: Scottish

Faceclaim: Above 

Occupation: Butcher, Smuggler, Undertaker/Corpse disposal for hire.

Likes: Dogs, cooking, (more information in progress)

Dislikes: Impatience, greed, animal cruelty, maliciousness, violence without cause or reason.

Positive Traits: Sociable, open-minded, determined, optimistic.

Negative Traits:  deceiving, cunning, morally questionable.

Clothing: Thomas’s work can get very messy, so he dresses for practicality, not style. His usual outfit consists of worker boots, jeans, (sometimes overalls if he runs out of clean pairs) a button down plaid shirt (or dark colored union suit) with a leather trench coat and butcher’s apron over it all.  The darker the colors the better, because they’re better at concealing blood stains or patchwork.

Weapons: Butchers knives, cleavers and saws, and a sawed off shotgun. Usually, most of these items are kept on his person at all times.

Pets: Thomas owns two Shire horses that help pull his wagon and cargo. One is Oz, who is a brown bay shire, and the other is Pepper, who is white with black speckles.  Thomas also has an American bulldog dog named Rosie, who accompanies him everywhere he goes. (See below.) She’s fiercely protective of Thomas and acts as a guard dog for him. But, she’s a gentle dog when no danger is present.

Relationships: The majority of Thomas’s family live in Glasgow, Scotland, but some his cousins are scattered about (Donegal) Ireland as well. He has business partners and casual friends around town in Strawberry and Valentine.  His favorite customer is a sullen blonde cowboy by the name of Mr. Morgan who comes by often with carcasses of all sorts to trade, in various conditions. In exchange Thomas gives him his best tips for stagecoaches and houses of interest, he doesn’t have a need for them himself. “Mr. Morgan” has accidentally introduced himself under different names, but Thomas hasn’t mentioned it and frankly doesn’t care. 

History and Notes (WIP)

Thomas left his home country at 25 to pursue adventure and dreams of starting a family. But those were put to a halt when he arrived and was immediately robbed of his money and most of his belongings by a group of bandits hanging around the docks. The encounter taught Thomas that surviving the good and honest way often wouldn’t lead to survival at all, and some laws would need to be bent if he wanted to make his way. 

50 questions about your OC: (Featuring Thomas) Answered

*Note, some answers are repeated here.*

1. How old are they?  

38 years old. (1899)

2. What gender are they?  

Male.

3. What is their romantic/sexual orientation?  

Bisexual.

4. How tall are they?  

6′2 (74.4 inches)

5. What do they look like?  

(Face claim examples provided above.)

6. What are their defining features?  

Thomas’s bright hair is the first thing people notice, and after that, his size. Both of these features make it difficult for him to blend into a crowd, so to speak. He has a round face, and his neutral expression appears as a gentle smile. He has distinct freckles scattered over his face and body, and sports a thick beard and mustache.

7. Does their name have a meaning?  

According to various websites, the name Thomas means “twin” and the surname “O’Reilly” means “sociable.” However, the meaning of his name is not significant to his character.

8. What family do they have?  

Thomas’s family is alive and well back in Europe. His parents remain in their hometown of Glasgow where their cattle farm is located. A few (3) of his brothers remained at home to help support the family and run the farm while the rest (1 brother, two sisters) left to immigrate elsewhere and pursue their own adventures. 

9. Do they have a good relationship with their family? 

Thomas had a good relationship with his family when he left home and came to America. He makes an effort to keep in touch with his parents (Alden at the post office helps him write and send letters to them,) but being thousands of miles and an ocean apart, it’s difficult. Their relationship with Thomas is distant, but friendly. 

10. If not, why not?  

(See above answer.)

11. Where do they live?  

Shepards Rise Cabin, a shack slightly Northeast of Strawberry. 

12. Is it a safe place?  

Yes. Thomas has fixed it up over the years, and for the most part it’s out of the way from prying eyes. 

13. Are they poor, middle-class or wealthy?  

Working class.

14. Do they look up to anyone?  

No, he has respect for a handful of people but doesn’t look up to anyone right now.

15. Who is their best friend?  

Thomas needs to be social for his work. He needs the connections, needs to keep strong relationships and appearances so he can keep his business going. But outside of that, Thomas doesn’t have personal companions, except for one. He’s made unexpected friends with a spitfire little girl who tried to rob him. He let her go and after more failed attempts at robbing him, and an incident where she was injured very badly, the kid stuck around. She never stays longer than a few hours, but she makes a point to visit him every other week or so. They look out for each other in their own strange way and have been for the past year. The time they spend together is meaningful, Thomas almost thinks it’s familial.  The kid doesn’t like to talk about herself much, but introduced herself as Ruth.

16. Do they have any enemies?  

Thomas isn’t enemies with anyone specific, just competing businesses and bandits that target his livelihood. 

17. Who is the person they hate most in the world?  

He tries not to hold long term grudges, he knows it won’t do him any good. (Nemisis not yet established.)

18. Do they have any love/hate relationships?  

Thomas loves Ruth in a parental way even though he’d never admit it to her. However.. he also hates her because she never passes up the chance to play a prank on him, steal oddly specific items from his house and terrorize his chickens.

19. Have they ever fallen in love?  

Yes, over his 38 years of life he has fallen in love in the past.

20. Who is the person they love the most in the world? 

His dog Rosie, but the human he loves most is Ruth. She’s the daughter he never had, or never will have.

21. Does that person love them back?  

In her own way, yes. 

22. Have they ever hurt or lost anyone? 

Yes, Thomas has made and lost friends during his time in America. He’s lost them to sickness, to injuries, and to bullets shot by others. (I will elaborate more on this in the future.)

23. Are they a good shoulder to cry on?  

Yes. Thomas is softer than he appears to be and will extend his kindness to help someone in distress. He’s a good listener and a better hugger.

24. Are they well liked?  

Yes. Thomas is social, agreeable, and just hardass enough that he’s respected and liked in both of his circles. It’s what helps keep him free of suspicion from the law and the townsfolk. Outside of work he’s softer and more inclined to go out of his way to perform simple acts of kindness.

25. How do they handle being complimented?  

 He’ll think it’s cute and will return a few compliments of his own. He doesn’t give up on compliment wars, you will never have the last word.

26. Are they an affectionate person?  

Yes! Currently Thomas does not have a partner but in relationships he’s very expressive of his affection.

27. Are they very driven?  

Yes, he’s a hard worker and determined.

28. Are they very political?  

Not really, no.

29. What kind of state is the world that they live in? 

….1899. 

30. What are the world leaders like?  

I’ll skip this question for now.

31. Does the character worry about their place in society?  

He used to worry about it more often when he was younger and wanted to travel the world. His original reason for beginning to smuggle in the first place was so he could survive and eventually achieve his dreams. He wanted to climb to the top. But as he grew older, that dream faded, and he’s since given up on it. Now, he works to survive and create a stable life for himself in New Hanover.

32. If they could change one thing, what would it be? 

If he could wish upon a star he’d wish for forgiveness for the things he’s done and a peaceful retirement.

33. Do they like themselves?  

Thomas is satisfied with his appearance, and he thinks your average joe couldn’t pull off what he did. But he often self reflects on what he’s become, and it worries him.

34. Are they a good person?  

That is a debatable subject.

His morality is something to be questioned. He’s in a gray area.

35. Are they very forgiving?

Yes, but he doesn’t forget easily.

36. Do they believe in destiny?  

He used to when he was younger and still dreaming. Now, he doesn’t.

37. Are they trustworthy?   

It depends on who you are to him.

38. Are they a good liar?  

Yes, he’s kept up his lies and double life and hasn’t been caught for the past 13 years.

39. How do they react to criticism?  

If the criticism is constructive, he welcomes it. If not, it doesn’t bother him, like water off a ducks back.

40. What is their moral alignment?  

Morally gray. He’ll commit murder and other crimes for his job, and he’s not above shady dealings if it means buisness for him. He assess his situations first, and he’s not going to rob or incite violence against anyone without reason.

41. Can they fight?  

He can! Thomas’s size puts him at several advantages in brawling, which he’s quite good at. He’s a better physical fighter than he is a sharpshooter. 

42. Would they ever purposefully hurt someone?  

This depends on the circumstances, but for the most part yes. He’s hurt people in his line of work and he’d do it again.

43. Have they ever been seriously injured? 

Yes, he’s gotten into brawls, been shot and fallen into other unfortunate situations that landed him in critical condition.

44. Do they know first aid?  

Yes, he does.

45. Do they have any other survival skills? 

Farming, hunting, and construction.

46. Are they a fast learner?  

Yes!

47. How intelligent are they?  

Thomas can’t read or write well, so when he writes or receives letters he requests help from Alden. He’s smart in a social setting, knows how to read people and talk himself out or into a situation. Thomas is equipped with common sense and trusts his gut, it’s kept him alive for this long. He’s not Einstein but he’s not a fool either.

48. What is the school system like?  

Nonexistent.

49. What is their job?  

Butcher, Smuggler, Undertaker (For hire.)

50. Do they enjoy their job?  

It wasn’t his dream, but he’s good at his jobs and it keeps him afloat, so he’s going to keep it up for as long as he can. However a part of him still longs for something else.

[Last edited 9/23/20]