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AU Role: Stable hand
AU History:
Name: Hotaru
Age: 21
Characters already in game?: n/a
Contact: allthetags@gmail.com / gekifire@plurk
IC Information Age: 21
Characters already in game?: n/a
Contact: allthetags@gmail.com / gekifire@plurk
Name:
Real name: Robert Leroy Parker
Goes by in canon: Butch Cassidy
Will go by: Lowe Maxwell - until he remembers who he is. This is one of the names the real Cassidy went by, which is why I chose that.
Will later go by: Butch Cassidy
Goes by in canon: Butch Cassidy
Will go by: Lowe Maxwell - until he remembers who he is. This is one of the names the real Cassidy went by, which is why I chose that.
Will later go by: Butch Cassidy
Canon: Drifters
Canon Medium: Manga
Age: Is 42, looks about 25 at most
Gender/ Sex: m/m
Canon History:
Pre-Drifters history
World information
Butch’s History in Drifters
Canon Point: Chapter 28
Powers: None magical, he just is a skilled gun-man and robber.
Age: Is 42, looks about 25 at most
Gender/ Sex: m/m
Canon History:
Pre-Drifters history
World information
Butch’s History in Drifters
Canon Point: Chapter 28
Powers: None magical, he just is a skilled gun-man and robber.
Personality:
Butch is quite a cocky person. He believe in himself a lot, and believes in his ideas; even when they happen to be really stupid. He is confident with himself, and don't often regret what he does. Some would even call him full of himself, but he wouldn't agree. He lives in today and not in the future, and because he believe that the Wild Bunch only has a present and no future, he don't hesitate taking chances. He don't care what happens to him, if he get killed by a bullet or a few, if he gets swallowed by a dragon (although that wasn't really on the list before he came to the Drif world) or if he die of tobacco poisoning.
He's quick to action, again, due to no walls existing in his mind that stops him from acting without thinking. He's rushed, but he's also planned. Because at the same time as he can be a big idiot, he's also intelligent. Not concerning everything; far from - but he's still knowledgeable about a lot of different - often useless - things. Some of the useful things that he knows about is trains, banks and guns. And also how to efficiently rob both banks and trains.
Butch is an impulsive man, always doing things without planning before acting. Because being on the edge of things make him feel the thrill of living. And now that he's not in America robbing trains anymore, he need something else to give him that thrill. The fights in the Drif world made him enjoy himself quite a lot. He is not afraid of much, and not really of dying. While he don't exactly want to die, he want to live a life without any regrets.
His way of acting without thinking can also make him a bit rude or brash, but it's not really like he mean it all the time. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Not that he very often regret what he says, though.
He is a pretty happy person at the same time, and he really enjoy meeting new interesting people. He can be pretty innocent at times, too. Especially when he's enjoying something he find really fun.
He enjoys smoking, drinking and robbing trains. He wish he could smoke as much as he wanted until the day he drops dead. He can be simple-minded and pure-hearted, if that's even possible for one of the cowboys that once ruled the Wild West.
As stated above, Butch is a heavy smoker, and he says that he would kill for a smoke. If he really would do that (since Kid actually have two cigarettes that he refuse to give to Butch) is another matter entirely. If it was someone else that hid them from him, he might actually do it.
This shows that he also can be a bit unstable, but it's not a very big problem most of the times. Only at times where he really would need to focus, but he just can't because he's craving a smoke so badly.
He don't see very many things that happen as much of a problem to him, even if, for example, the Sundance Kid wouldn't agree with him. He take everything as it comes, even running out of ammunition in a world where guns are yet to be invented. Then again, Nobunaga is working on producing those things, which he finds really cool.
He also like people with a lot of guts, who don't show any fear. They can be both quite fun and interesting, after all.
Now if he at least could smoke to his hearts content...
Butch is an impulsive man, always doing things without planning before acting. Because being on the edge of things make him feel the thrill of living. And now that he's not in America robbing trains anymore, he need something else to give him that thrill. The fights in the Drif world made him enjoy himself quite a lot. He is not afraid of much, and not really of dying. While he don't exactly want to die, he want to live a life without any regrets.
His way of acting without thinking can also make him a bit rude or brash, but it's not really like he mean it all the time. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Not that he very often regret what he says, though.
He is a pretty happy person at the same time, and he really enjoy meeting new interesting people. He can be pretty innocent at times, too. Especially when he's enjoying something he find really fun.
He enjoys smoking, drinking and robbing trains. He wish he could smoke as much as he wanted until the day he drops dead. He can be simple-minded and pure-hearted, if that's even possible for one of the cowboys that once ruled the Wild West.
As stated above, Butch is a heavy smoker, and he says that he would kill for a smoke. If he really would do that (since Kid actually have two cigarettes that he refuse to give to Butch) is another matter entirely. If it was someone else that hid them from him, he might actually do it.
This shows that he also can be a bit unstable, but it's not a very big problem most of the times. Only at times where he really would need to focus, but he just can't because he's craving a smoke so badly.
He don't see very many things that happen as much of a problem to him, even if, for example, the Sundance Kid wouldn't agree with him. He take everything as it comes, even running out of ammunition in a world where guns are yet to be invented. Then again, Nobunaga is working on producing those things, which he finds really cool.
He also like people with a lot of guts, who don't show any fear. They can be both quite fun and interesting, after all.
Now if he at least could smoke to his hearts content...
AU Role: Stable hand
AU History:
Robert was born to a British woman and a Scottish man. His mother left their home after she met his father, and she had gotten pregnant with Robert. They got a new home in Painswick, and got a total of 13 children. Ever since he was small, Robert worked around horses, and he helped out at a close-by stable since a young age.
His father worked at the local church and became well known in Cotswolds. His parents were always very strict and very religious, and he didn't share their religious views at all. When he was twelve, he met Mike, an old tramp who secretly taught Robert how to steal.
When he was 16, Mike stole a pocket-watch and Robert took care of it for a day. At that time, it was found of him, and he refused to sell out Mike. Because of that, his parents were not at all happy with him.
He took the name Lowe Maxwell so that people wouldn't think about his father the moment they heard his name, and so that his family wouldn't be troubled by him if he committed any more crimes. At the same time, he left Cotswold with Mike, and traveled with him for two years. Shortly after Robert turned 18, Mike decided to leave the country, but that wasn't anything that Robert felt like doing at the moment. Instead, he found a job as stable hand at a Scottish manor. After working there for five years, he left with an itch to travel. For the next seven years, he traveled all over Britain, working for short periods of times at different stables and at one point, a butcher shop. Then he stayed four years at a manor in Cambridge, but left to travel again. After three years, he got another work at a manor, and stayed there until the Lady of the manor died. The Master of the manor recommended him to his old friend, Lord Valdemar, and he was accepted to work at Aungier House as a stable hand.
So a small list:
12 = met Mike
16 = left Cotswolds
18 = stopped traveling with Mike and started working at a Manor in Kirkcaldy, Scotland
22 = left to travel
29 = started working at a manor in Cambridge, England
33 = left to travel
36 = started working at a manor outside London
42 = the lady died and he was recommended to Aungier House, comes to work at Aungier House
Samples
For all he was used to crowded environments, he preferred the empty plains with only Kid and the horses as company. He loves cities, he loves people, but he also loves the calm, and he greatly appreciates his freedom of choice. Now, there was so much that he couldn’t do, and it was frustrating.
One, he thought as he drummed his fingers against his arm. He was sitting with his back up against a wall, observing the sleeping and waking of the other occupants in the cabin. it’s too crowded in here. Clearly, whoever designed this camp didn’t have this flood of people in mind. Or that person simply ignored it, to either be an ass or to be an ass.
Two, he tipped his head backwards, and looked up at the ceiling. He followed the lines with his gaze, getting more and more annoyed at this predicament at each passing minute. it’s not exactly enough bunks for everyone. But that he was used to. Used to sleeping on the floor, sleeping on the ground curled up close to his fellow members of the Bunch. But that was outdoors, under the stars and with fresh air. Not under a roof with way too many strangers for his taste.
Three, his feet itched to move, to go outdoors but for some shit-ass stupid reason, he wasn't allowed to. No one had grounded him since he was a kid, and that had been only once, because he was needed as help on the homestead, they couldn't afford to lock him up indoors. Not that he had listened, of course – as the evening came, he had crept out of their house and had hidden out with the horses, had even ended up falling asleep there. What the fuck sorta help'll I be if they lock me up in here permanently! Damnit all to hell! Because seriously? He didn't get that. What exactly was so wrong with sleeping outdoors, anyway? He hadn't even left the camp, even though he really wished to do so. But no, it wasn' allowed to go outdoors after night fell.
Who the hell did they think he was, anyway!? He wasn't a young virgin maid who hadn't put foot outside her parent's overbearingly caring sight. He fumed at the comparison he made, and glared at a circle left by a small branch. It looked like an eye, staring and teasing. ”If I had my guns or some dynamite right now--” But of course he didn't. Those had been taken from him, just like everything else. His fingers were itching, and for the something-and-a-couple-thousandth time since he had ended up in the Drif world, he searched his pockets for cigarettes, even though he knew that he didn't have any. Because Kid held onto those last two, of course he did! He knew that Butch would only smoke them up the moment he got his hands on them. ”Aaah, I wanna smoke...” To get out frustration, and to get the taste of bitterness and annoyance out of his mouth. Did they even have cigarettes in this world? They didn't in that previous world, but this place was reminding him a little more of the U.S., even if it wasn't identical.
One, he thought as he drummed his fingers against his arm. He was sitting with his back up against a wall, observing the sleeping and waking of the other occupants in the cabin. it’s too crowded in here. Clearly, whoever designed this camp didn’t have this flood of people in mind. Or that person simply ignored it, to either be an ass or to be an ass.
Two, he tipped his head backwards, and looked up at the ceiling. He followed the lines with his gaze, getting more and more annoyed at this predicament at each passing minute. it’s not exactly enough bunks for everyone. But that he was used to. Used to sleeping on the floor, sleeping on the ground curled up close to his fellow members of the Bunch. But that was outdoors, under the stars and with fresh air. Not under a roof with way too many strangers for his taste.
Three, his feet itched to move, to go outdoors but for some shit-ass stupid reason, he wasn't allowed to. No one had grounded him since he was a kid, and that had been only once, because he was needed as help on the homestead, they couldn't afford to lock him up indoors. Not that he had listened, of course – as the evening came, he had crept out of their house and had hidden out with the horses, had even ended up falling asleep there. What the fuck sorta help'll I be if they lock me up in here permanently! Damnit all to hell! Because seriously? He didn't get that. What exactly was so wrong with sleeping outdoors, anyway? He hadn't even left the camp, even though he really wished to do so. But no, it wasn' allowed to go outdoors after night fell.
Who the hell did they think he was, anyway!? He wasn't a young virgin maid who hadn't put foot outside her parent's overbearingly caring sight. He fumed at the comparison he made, and glared at a circle left by a small branch. It looked like an eye, staring and teasing. ”If I had my guns or some dynamite right now--” But of course he didn't. Those had been taken from him, just like everything else. His fingers were itching, and for the something-and-a-couple-thousandth time since he had ended up in the Drif world, he searched his pockets for cigarettes, even though he knew that he didn't have any. Because Kid held onto those last two, of course he did! He knew that Butch would only smoke them up the moment he got his hands on them. ”Aaah, I wanna smoke...” To get out frustration, and to get the taste of bitterness and annoyance out of his mouth. Did they even have cigarettes in this world? They didn't in that previous world, but this place was reminding him a little more of the U.S., even if it wasn't identical.
