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12 mos ago
Name: Ransom Heath Burke
Appearance: Ransom stands a bit above six feet and boasts a very well-built frame. Years as his previous organization's muscle prepared him physically for a life on the trail. He can easily hold his own in a fight of strength, but it leaves him vulnerable to opponents more agile than him. He prefers to dress practically in a minimal amount of layering: a shirt and a vest will do just fine and a coat if he must keep up appearances. Ransom's hair is dark brown and rests at a length above his shoulders often tucked under a hat or pushed back from his face and styled for occasions that call for a more refined appearance. A beard and mustache hide a few scars such as a few on his lips and chin, but his most noticeable scar runs across the bridge of his nose and looks more like a claw mark than anything man-made. He has a nasty scar on his right thigh from a poorly removed bullet.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Mount: Pandora, a Gallimimus
Occupation: Formerly, he was something of an outlaw. Now, he's joined the expedition to provide protection on the journey and perhaps find a job with the law when he arrives.
Specialized Skills:
Items: His most prized possessions are dual revolvers that, he claims, are equipped with ivory grips. His other weapons include a rifle, a shotgun, and two identical hunting knives. He has some cash on him and a few changes of clothes including a heavy, fur-lined coat. A mess-kit, a bedroll, and a small pick-axe accompany him. Ransom's less outspoken about the harmonica he's stashed away in his pack since he hasn't had much of a chance to learn to play. The necklace he wears appears to be some sort of stone, but he doesn't talk much about it either.
Personality: Once a man of action (and violent action at that), Ransom has decided to approach this journey with a more collected and conservative mindset. His compatriots may have already taken note of his quiet, brooding nature. He keeps to himself and appears to expect his fellow travelers to do the same. Still, with a bit more observation, one can see through this false exterior.
His mount, Pandora, is one of his closest friends following the circumstances of his departure from city life. He spoils her and is often found sleeping beside her on his bedroll. Ransom isn't the smartest man, but he has a quick wit and biting sense of humor when he finds himself willing to open up. It will take time for him to recover from the betrayal he felt before leaving the city, but he's committed himself to reforming himself for the sake of his fellow travelers.
History: Ransom grew up, for some time, as ordinary as possible within one of the nation's larger cities. The son of a factory foreman and a housewife, he preceded three more children, all girls. Just a few years after the youngest's birth, his father vanished with most of the family's savings. Ransom, by then 16, took up work at the same factory his father had worked. It was through this work, as he unloaded cargo to bring into the factory, that he first met Judd Albright.
Judd quickly charmed Ransom into doing simple jobs for him: skimming a bit of a shipment off here or there, running a small gambling ring in the factory. These actions caught up quickly to Ransom, and he was fired just before his eighteenth birthday. From there, Judd took Ransom fully and completely under his wing. What Judd lacked in physique, Ransom made up for, and what Ransom lacked in tact, Judd made up for.
Before long, the two went from simple illegal gambling to theft to racketeering at times as they built quite a circle of influence in the city and the surrounding area. Judd was the brains, Ransom was the muscle. At some point during it all, Ransom led a raid at a local stable full of prize Gallimimus, and that's where he found Pandora. She was hardly a year old at the time, and instead of selling her, he kept her for himself.
About three years after that, Ransom was arrested during a small bar fight. By then, with quite a name for himself, he was also charged with numerous offenses that would have sent another man to jail. Judd had, it seemed, always ensured it was Ransom who would take the fall. Convinced to cooperate, Ransom entered a plea bargain to rat out Judd in exchange for some semblance of his freedom. He was released following the conviction of Judd Albright and handed a letter that detailed the establishment of a new settlement. Surely, he was told, they'd appreciate the protection of a man who knew his way around guns whether or not he'd been a wanted criminal.
Other: When the weather is particularly bad, he has a slight limp in his right leg due to a bullet wound near his hip that never really healed properly.
Appearance: Ransom stands a bit above six feet and boasts a very well-built frame. Years as his previous organization's muscle prepared him physically for a life on the trail. He can easily hold his own in a fight of strength, but it leaves him vulnerable to opponents more agile than him. He prefers to dress practically in a minimal amount of layering: a shirt and a vest will do just fine and a coat if he must keep up appearances. Ransom's hair is dark brown and rests at a length above his shoulders often tucked under a hat or pushed back from his face and styled for occasions that call for a more refined appearance. A beard and mustache hide a few scars such as a few on his lips and chin, but his most noticeable scar runs across the bridge of his nose and looks more like a claw mark than anything man-made. He has a nasty scar on his right thigh from a poorly removed bullet.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Mount: Pandora, a Gallimimus
Occupation: Formerly, he was something of an outlaw. Now, he's joined the expedition to provide protection on the journey and perhaps find a job with the law when he arrives.
Specialized Skills:
- Gunslinger: Ransom's past life has made him quite familiar with firearms and their use. He knows how to get himself out of gun-related combat with ease and can handle all of his weapons professionally.
- Scout: His life outside of the law has given him the uncanny ability to track others and thus detect the presence of hostile beings. He's certainly not as experienced with these skills out on the open road, but he's better than the layman.
Items: His most prized possessions are dual revolvers that, he claims, are equipped with ivory grips. His other weapons include a rifle, a shotgun, and two identical hunting knives. He has some cash on him and a few changes of clothes including a heavy, fur-lined coat. A mess-kit, a bedroll, and a small pick-axe accompany him. Ransom's less outspoken about the harmonica he's stashed away in his pack since he hasn't had much of a chance to learn to play. The necklace he wears appears to be some sort of stone, but he doesn't talk much about it either.
Personality: Once a man of action (and violent action at that), Ransom has decided to approach this journey with a more collected and conservative mindset. His compatriots may have already taken note of his quiet, brooding nature. He keeps to himself and appears to expect his fellow travelers to do the same. Still, with a bit more observation, one can see through this false exterior.
His mount, Pandora, is one of his closest friends following the circumstances of his departure from city life. He spoils her and is often found sleeping beside her on his bedroll. Ransom isn't the smartest man, but he has a quick wit and biting sense of humor when he finds himself willing to open up. It will take time for him to recover from the betrayal he felt before leaving the city, but he's committed himself to reforming himself for the sake of his fellow travelers.
History: Ransom grew up, for some time, as ordinary as possible within one of the nation's larger cities. The son of a factory foreman and a housewife, he preceded three more children, all girls. Just a few years after the youngest's birth, his father vanished with most of the family's savings. Ransom, by then 16, took up work at the same factory his father had worked. It was through this work, as he unloaded cargo to bring into the factory, that he first met Judd Albright.
Judd quickly charmed Ransom into doing simple jobs for him: skimming a bit of a shipment off here or there, running a small gambling ring in the factory. These actions caught up quickly to Ransom, and he was fired just before his eighteenth birthday. From there, Judd took Ransom fully and completely under his wing. What Judd lacked in physique, Ransom made up for, and what Ransom lacked in tact, Judd made up for.
Before long, the two went from simple illegal gambling to theft to racketeering at times as they built quite a circle of influence in the city and the surrounding area. Judd was the brains, Ransom was the muscle. At some point during it all, Ransom led a raid at a local stable full of prize Gallimimus, and that's where he found Pandora. She was hardly a year old at the time, and instead of selling her, he kept her for himself.
About three years after that, Ransom was arrested during a small bar fight. By then, with quite a name for himself, he was also charged with numerous offenses that would have sent another man to jail. Judd had, it seemed, always ensured it was Ransom who would take the fall. Convinced to cooperate, Ransom entered a plea bargain to rat out Judd in exchange for some semblance of his freedom. He was released following the conviction of Judd Albright and handed a letter that detailed the establishment of a new settlement. Surely, he was told, they'd appreciate the protection of a man who knew his way around guns whether or not he'd been a wanted criminal.
Other: When the weather is particularly bad, he has a slight limp in his right leg due to a bullet wound near his hip that never really healed properly.
Name: Pandora
Appearance: Pandora was bred as a show animal before Ransom got a hold of her. Her feathers are a stunning and well-bred medley of autumnal colors (orange, red, yellow) that Ransom keeps well-groomed. She stands a bit over 8 feet tall and stretches almost 20 feet long.
Species: Gallimimus ballprimigenius (Gallimimus)
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Role: She mostly serves as Ransom's mount, but she's clever enough to take commands from him and scout ahead on her own.
Stats:
Special Abilities:
Appearance: Pandora was bred as a show animal before Ransom got a hold of her. Her feathers are a stunning and well-bred medley of autumnal colors (orange, red, yellow) that Ransom keeps well-groomed. She stands a bit over 8 feet tall and stretches almost 20 feet long.
Species: Gallimimus ballprimigenius (Gallimimus)
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Role: She mostly serves as Ransom's mount, but she's clever enough to take commands from him and scout ahead on her own.
Stats:
- Size: ▣▣ - Medium
- Strength: ▣▣ - Quite weak
- Speed: ▣▣▣▣ - Very quick
- Intelligence: ▣▣▣ - Intelligent
Special Abilities:
- Speed: Pandora was bred for her speed. She can reach around 50 miles per hour at her fastest when Ransom isn't riding her. Otherwise, she can move at about 30-40 miles per hour.
- Intelligence: She has a good grasp of commands such as "stay", "come", and "fetch". On the other hand, she's horribly stubborn and often has a mind of her own.
DangerousDM Veteran Greenhorn
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name:
Appearance: Claire is taller for a woman, standing at 5'9, and in good shape for a rancher's daughter. She has two bullet-wound scars; one below her left breast and another below her collarbone on the right. There are knife scars on her wrists from training drills, but aren't noticeable unless one is very close. She does not dress like a woman should, forgoing dresses and corsets for more functional men's clothing. Trousers, button-down shirts and vests, boots, and dusters are all part of her wardrobe.
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Mount: Woolly Rhinoceros 'Brutus' (Coelodonta antiquitatis)
Occupation: Former Ranch Hand/Animal Handler
Specialized Skills:
Major:
Animal Handling: Claire has a passion for breeding, caring, and being around animals. She has an advanced knowledge of animal anatomy, behavior, and diet. She knows how to calm down almost any beast.
Minor:
Competent Combatant: Claire was trained by 'Joseph', a member of her family's ranch militia to defend herself from harm. She is extremely familiar around weapons and is trained in unorthodox methods of self defense. Although nowhere near a trained soldier, she can still be dangerous should someone underestimate her.
Items:
There isn't much Claire has with her. She lost most of her possessions when the ranch was sacked. She managed to salvage/buy:
- 4 or 5 changes of clothes.
- Two revolvers
- One lever-action rifle
- One Sawed-Off Over Under Shotgun
- One box of ammunition
- 50 Dollars
- One Triceratops horn handled Bowie Knife
- One Scalping Knife
- General camp gear (tent, bedroll, mess supplies etc.)
- Two revolvers
- One lever-action rifle
- One Sawed-Off Over Under Shotgun
- One box of ammunition
- 50 Dollars
- One Triceratops horn handled Bowie Knife
- One Scalping Knife
- General camp gear (tent, bedroll, mess supplies etc.)
Personality: Claire is a tomboy through and through. She is polite and well-mannered, but has a quick wit and a quicker tongue. She's got an iron-will and is cool under pressure. She fakes the damsel in distress persona to throw people off who she really is. She by no means uses people, as she is fiercely independent, and is more likely to be found in the mud with the boys than doing needle-point with the girls.
History
Clarabella 'Claire' Cain was born to a loving family as the youngest of four brothers. Her parents owned a ranch where they primarily raised Equus, an ancestor of the modern horse. Additionally, they also raised Chalicotherium, and a variety of Ornithopods. Being the youngest, Claire was mercilessly picked on by her older brothers and had to develop a thick skin at an early age. Her mother viewed the abuse as unnecessary, but her father saw it as a learning experience. He told Claire the only person she could completely, unconditionally rely on, was herself. Never depend on others to come to her rescue. "If you can feasibly do it yourself, do it." He said. She could trust in others but never forget the only person she could control, was her. The next time her brothers came at her, she punched one of them in the nose, and broke a broom over another's back. The teasing didn't stop, but it forced all involved to think twice before starting anything.
Being a rancher's child, she developed an interest in animals at an early age. All animals were considered wild, even ones like cats and dogs who were normally domesticated. "They should be viewed with equal parts fear and respect. Just because your brother raised that raptor from birth doesn't mean it won't take his arm just because it feels like it." Her father would say. She spent more time in the stables learning from the hired hands than she did learning how to be prim and proper from her mother. As she grew older, she found she was teaching the greenhorns more than the senior hands.
In addition to raising animals, the family maintained a plot of land for farming. Working the land was tough and time-consuming, and the family employed Woolly Rhinos as beasts of burden to help till the land. When one of the females died while giving birth, Claire's father permitted her to help raise it. Naming it Brutus, the calf quickly viewed Claire as a mother figure, and would go to any length to be by her side.
Like most ranchers, her family had several interactions with the natives. With any kind of actual protection far away the ranch had to also function like a military fort. Everyone on the premises knew how to fire a rifle, Clarabella included. A couple of the senior hands had formally served, and they were the only thing close to real soldiers.
One night, the natives launched a night raid on the property, and unfortunately one of her brothers was killed. Claire channeled her heartbreak, fear and anger into something destructive. One of the hands had taken the name 'Joseph', in place of his actual name, which was much harder to pronounce. Claire had heard that he used to be a deadly warrior from somewhere very, very far away, and she convinced him to take a special interest in training her.
As the years passed, one by one, Claire's brothers joined the army in skirmishes against the natives, leaving her, her father, and her mother to maintain the ranch. Although she grew frustrated with the day to day regulatory workings, she took comfort knowing that her father was proud of her. When they received the letter that a fort had been overrun and two of her brothers had been killed, Claire was driven to have revenge. But her father would not let her leave. Angry, she poured herself into training.
Seasons passed and her father showed no signs of getting better. He passed at night, leaving the ranch in the hands of Claire, her mother, and her remaining brother. The ranch began to decline. And in addition to laying off many of their hands, they were forced to sell most of their animals to make payments on the land. But the money was still tight, and eventually they could no longer make the minimum payments. Claire sent letters to her brother, but he never wrote back. Worried and angry, Claire tried to convince her mother to leave the ranch behind and travel with her to find her brother.
One day, the bank sent out a group of 'collectors' to retrieve the money they were owed. These men and women were little more than hired-criminals, who murdered the hands and pillaged the ranch. The battle was over quickly. Claire had been shot twice, her mother had her throat cut, and the remaining hands had either fled or been killed.
When Claire awoke to the sound of thunder and rain, she lay in a ditch. She crawled from her shallow grave on the outskirts of the ranch land, and began to make her way back to the red and yellow glow of her home. As she neared, 'Joseph' appeared and stopped her. He carried her to his homestead in the wilderness and tended her wounds until she could walk on her own. Her Woolly Rhino, Brutus, had fled with 'Joseph' and was wounded, but otherwise unharmed.
Claire had nothing to go back to, and told Joseph that he should move on, that he was no longer beholden to the ranch. Before she left, 'Joseph' told her where he was from, and that his people had stories of the dead coming back to life. He called them 'Jezisa', and that she was one of them. He begged her not to seek revenge, and that it would lead her no place good.
While searching the remains of her home, she came across a lockbox that belonged to her father. Inside was a letter that beckoned him to head west, but due to his illness he couldn't make the journey. With nothing but dead memories for her in the east, it was a simple decision to make the journey out west.
Being a rancher's child, she developed an interest in animals at an early age. All animals were considered wild, even ones like cats and dogs who were normally domesticated. "They should be viewed with equal parts fear and respect. Just because your brother raised that raptor from birth doesn't mean it won't take his arm just because it feels like it." Her father would say. She spent more time in the stables learning from the hired hands than she did learning how to be prim and proper from her mother. As she grew older, she found she was teaching the greenhorns more than the senior hands.
In addition to raising animals, the family maintained a plot of land for farming. Working the land was tough and time-consuming, and the family employed Woolly Rhinos as beasts of burden to help till the land. When one of the females died while giving birth, Claire's father permitted her to help raise it. Naming it Brutus, the calf quickly viewed Claire as a mother figure, and would go to any length to be by her side.
Like most ranchers, her family had several interactions with the natives. With any kind of actual protection far away the ranch had to also function like a military fort. Everyone on the premises knew how to fire a rifle, Clarabella included. A couple of the senior hands had formally served, and they were the only thing close to real soldiers.
One night, the natives launched a night raid on the property, and unfortunately one of her brothers was killed. Claire channeled her heartbreak, fear and anger into something destructive. One of the hands had taken the name 'Joseph', in place of his actual name, which was much harder to pronounce. Claire had heard that he used to be a deadly warrior from somewhere very, very far away, and she convinced him to take a special interest in training her.
As the years passed, one by one, Claire's brothers joined the army in skirmishes against the natives, leaving her, her father, and her mother to maintain the ranch. Although she grew frustrated with the day to day regulatory workings, she took comfort knowing that her father was proud of her. When they received the letter that a fort had been overrun and two of her brothers had been killed, Claire was driven to have revenge. But her father would not let her leave. Angry, she poured herself into training.
Seasons passed and her father showed no signs of getting better. He passed at night, leaving the ranch in the hands of Claire, her mother, and her remaining brother. The ranch began to decline. And in addition to laying off many of their hands, they were forced to sell most of their animals to make payments on the land. But the money was still tight, and eventually they could no longer make the minimum payments. Claire sent letters to her brother, but he never wrote back. Worried and angry, Claire tried to convince her mother to leave the ranch behind and travel with her to find her brother.
One day, the bank sent out a group of 'collectors' to retrieve the money they were owed. These men and women were little more than hired-criminals, who murdered the hands and pillaged the ranch. The battle was over quickly. Claire had been shot twice, her mother had her throat cut, and the remaining hands had either fled or been killed.
When Claire awoke to the sound of thunder and rain, she lay in a ditch. She crawled from her shallow grave on the outskirts of the ranch land, and began to make her way back to the red and yellow glow of her home. As she neared, 'Joseph' appeared and stopped her. He carried her to his homestead in the wilderness and tended her wounds until she could walk on her own. Her Woolly Rhino, Brutus, had fled with 'Joseph' and was wounded, but otherwise unharmed.
Claire had nothing to go back to, and told Joseph that he should move on, that he was no longer beholden to the ranch. Before she left, 'Joseph' told her where he was from, and that his people had stories of the dead coming back to life. He called them 'Jezisa', and that she was one of them. He begged her not to seek revenge, and that it would lead her no place good.
While searching the remains of her home, she came across a lockbox that belonged to her father. Inside was a letter that beckoned him to head west, but due to his illness he couldn't make the journey. With nothing but dead memories for her in the east, it was a simple decision to make the journey out west.
Name: 
Appearance: Brutus the Woolly Rhinoceros is 13 feet from head to tail. He weights in at a whopping 5,000lbs and is 6.8 at the shoulder. His fur is a mixture of reddish-brown and blonde. His second horn, though still there, is shorter than average due to a break. His main horn is about 4 feet long and very sharp.
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Role: Mount/Pack Animal
Size: 2 ▣▣
Strength: 4 ▣▣▣▣
Speed: 3 ▣▣▣
Intelligence: 3 ▣▣▣
Juggernaut: When Brutus gets up to speed, not much can stand in his way for long. He's been observed toppling wagons, barn-doors, and other structures with ease.
Above Average Hearing/Below Average Eyesight: Brutus has surprisingly good hearing for an animal of his size to make up for his poor eyesight.
Other: Having been cared for by Claire since birth, Brutus has a strong emotional connection to her and is fiercely protective. Although Woolly Rhinos are not the most intelligent animals, Brutus appears to follow basic 'come', 'go', and 'stay' commands both verbally and in the form of whistles.
Appearance: Brutus the Woolly Rhinoceros is 13 feet from head to tail. He weights in at a whopping 5,000lbs and is 6.8 at the shoulder. His fur is a mixture of reddish-brown and blonde. His second horn, though still there, is shorter than average due to a break. His main horn is about 4 feet long and very sharp.
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Role: Mount/Pack Animal
Stats:
Size: 2 ▣▣
Strength: 4 ▣▣▣▣
Speed: 3 ▣▣▣
Intelligence: 3 ▣▣▣
Special Abilities
Juggernaut: When Brutus gets up to speed, not much can stand in his way for long. He's been observed toppling wagons, barn-doors, and other structures with ease.
Above Average Hearing/Below Average Eyesight: Brutus has surprisingly good hearing for an animal of his size to make up for his poor eyesight.
Other: Having been cared for by Claire since birth, Brutus has a strong emotional connection to her and is fiercely protective. Although Woolly Rhinos are not the most intelligent animals, Brutus appears to follow basic 'come', 'go', and 'stay' commands both verbally and in the form of whistles.
Miraboreasu Nope
Banned
Seen
4 mos ago
Name: Sarah Wayne
Appearance: Stands at 5.28 ft (161 cm); she has several scars on her body from different animals
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Mount: Ceratosaurus (Onca)
Occupation: Dinosaur veterinarian
Specialized Skills: Knowledgeable in the areas of saurian veterinary and behavioral (though only dinosaurs); good enough with a rifle to hit anything in the 6-10 ton range in a vital area
Items: - Owns a .700 Nitro Express mammoth gun (it's only thanks to a lot of practice that she doesn't knock herself on her ass every time she uses it), which was formerly owned by her father
- A .22 caliber pepperbox for self-defense
- Ammo for both weapons
- A locket with pictures of her parents
- Several kits of medical and veterinary tools
- Various clothes
Personality: Despite usually being a quiet and polite young lady, Sarah has something of a stubborn streak. Her parents raised her to be kind but firm, but she's not above fighting if she needs to. Despite her outward civility, she distrusts most people, and prefers working by herself or, better yet, with dinosaurs. When on her downtime, she likes to read, observe wildlife around her, and write notes about them.
History: Born and raised in the Midwestern prairie region, Sarah comes from a line of ranchers and farmers, though her mother was the town's only doctor. After school she would help her father tend to the livestock (Pachycephalosaurs and Psittacosaurus, to be precise). However, as the years passed, illness and predators thinned the herds to the point that Sarah's parents were forced to sell the remaining animals and their home, and move eastward. To help with money, she took a job as a veterinarian's assistant. After saving spare change for a long time, Sarah bought herself an egg, which hatched into a tiny (and very hungry) Ceratosaurus. Three years ago, both of Sarah's parents contracted Typhoid fever, and eventually passed away. After that, she moved around, finding work wherever people needed help with their dinosaurs. About six months ago, she received a letter from one Michael J. Horner, and she decided to prepare to head west.
Other: - A fairly good rider when it comes to theropods and bipedal herbivores
- Likes animals more than humans, and it often shows
- She is very affectionate towards her mount Onca, to the point that one might think she was talking about a puppy when she talks about him
- She knows she's short for her age, and if you point it out, she becomes very annoyed
- A good way to get on her bad side is mistreating animals
Appearance: Stands at 5.28 ft (161 cm); she has several scars on her body from different animals
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Mount: Ceratosaurus (Onca)
Occupation: Dinosaur veterinarian
Specialized Skills: Knowledgeable in the areas of saurian veterinary and behavioral (though only dinosaurs); good enough with a rifle to hit anything in the 6-10 ton range in a vital area
Items: - Owns a .700 Nitro Express mammoth gun (it's only thanks to a lot of practice that she doesn't knock herself on her ass every time she uses it), which was formerly owned by her father
- A .22 caliber pepperbox for self-defense
- Ammo for both weapons
- A locket with pictures of her parents
- Several kits of medical and veterinary tools
- Various clothes
Personality: Despite usually being a quiet and polite young lady, Sarah has something of a stubborn streak. Her parents raised her to be kind but firm, but she's not above fighting if she needs to. Despite her outward civility, she distrusts most people, and prefers working by herself or, better yet, with dinosaurs. When on her downtime, she likes to read, observe wildlife around her, and write notes about them.
History: Born and raised in the Midwestern prairie region, Sarah comes from a line of ranchers and farmers, though her mother was the town's only doctor. After school she would help her father tend to the livestock (Pachycephalosaurs and Psittacosaurus, to be precise). However, as the years passed, illness and predators thinned the herds to the point that Sarah's parents were forced to sell the remaining animals and their home, and move eastward. To help with money, she took a job as a veterinarian's assistant. After saving spare change for a long time, Sarah bought herself an egg, which hatched into a tiny (and very hungry) Ceratosaurus. Three years ago, both of Sarah's parents contracted Typhoid fever, and eventually passed away. After that, she moved around, finding work wherever people needed help with their dinosaurs. About six months ago, she received a letter from one Michael J. Horner, and she decided to prepare to head west.
Other: - A fairly good rider when it comes to theropods and bipedal herbivores
- Likes animals more than humans, and it often shows
- She is very affectionate towards her mount Onca, to the point that one might think she was talking about a puppy when she talks about him
- She knows she's short for her age, and if you point it out, she becomes very annoyed
- A good way to get on her bad side is mistreating animals
Name: Onca
Species: Ceratosaurus dentisulcatus
Appearance: Length- 15 ft (4.57 meters); Height- 5.5 ft at the hip (1.68 meters); Weight- 600 lbs (272.16 kg)
Age: Seven years old
Gender: Male
Role: Mount, Guard
Stats:
Special Abilities: Osteoderms on the back and neck provide a small amount of protection from some attacks; able to swim better than most theropods (though not as well as species like Spinosaurids)
Other: Although not as bright as other predators, he is extremely loyal.
Species: Ceratosaurus dentisulcatus
Appearance: Length- 15 ft (4.57 meters); Height- 5.5 ft at the hip (1.68 meters); Weight- 600 lbs (272.16 kg)
Age: Seven years old
Gender: Male
Role: Mount, Guard
Stats:
- Size: ▣▣
- Strength: ▣▣▣
- Speed: ▣▣▣
- Intelligence: ▣▣▣
Special Abilities: Osteoderms on the back and neck provide a small amount of protection from some attacks; able to swim better than most theropods (though not as well as species like Spinosaurids)
Other: Although not as bright as other predators, he is extremely loyal.
Searat The Aqueous Rodent
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Morgan S. Whittaker
Appearance: Morgan is a broad-chested and well-built man standing approximately 1.84 meters tall and weight 80 kilograms. A somewhat controlled mop of ombre ginger hair sits atop his head that flows down to a well kept friendly mutton chops. He usually wears his blue long-sleeved buttoned shirt, suspenders, olive green linen pants, and worn leather gloves and boots. He is almost never seen without his favorite hat and scarf. Has a nasty, but faded, scar on his shoulder when he was bit by a raptor when he was scaring it off his parent's farm during his youth.
Age: 30 years.
Gender: Male.
Mount: Euoplocephalus.
Occupation: Farmer.
Specialized Skills:
- Born With Both Thumbs Green - Give this man a plot of land, a handful of seeds, and water and he can make that barren land flourish with green life. If it grows on the ground, by God, he can grow it.
- Has A Way With The Beast - He has an uncanny way of interacting with Shelly. It's as if he could understand what the dinosaur is trying to convey, and it with what he has to say.
Items:
-Durable Traveller's Pack
-Extra Large Saddle Bags
- Four Vials of Dino Deterrent (Personal Brew)
- 12ga. Slinged Greener Double Barreled Coachgun
- Dino Saddle
-Durable Traveller's Pack
- Bed Roll
- Mess Kit
- Tinder Box
- 60ft of Durable Rope
- Hooded Oil Lamp
- Water Skin
- Half a Month's Worth of Dried Rations
- Hand Axe
- Spare Clothes
- Personal Care Kit
- Personal Medicine
-Extra Large Saddle Bags
- Numerous Farming Tools
- Various Seeds (Grain, Fruit, Vegetables)
- Half a Month's Worth of Dried Hay
- Four Large Barrels of Drinking Water
- Fire Wood
- Dino Medicine
- Shotgun Shells
- Four Vials of Dino Deterrent (Personal Brew)
- 12ga. Slinged Greener Double Barreled Coachgun
- Dino Saddle
Personality:Morgan is a friendly, polite, well-mannered, and hard-working farmer that don't discriminate none but for their work ethic. A damn good son according to his parents but a little too adventurous for his own good.
History: Morgan is the youngest son of a family of farmers and ranchers. He, along with his brothers and sisters, help around the family farm. May it be as simple as feeding the animals and the dinos, to helping out with the monthly harvests. Life was simple and honest in his hometown. But something in Morgan yearned for more than that simple and honest life. He wanted...no. Needed. To experience what was life outside of Grandmesa. His opportunity came in the form of a letter that had slipped out one of the courier's bags when he had passed by the farm to deliver some packages to his family. He wanted to alert the courier of the dropped letter...but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Morgan hid away the letter and kept his mouth shut until the courier was well out of the area. He isn't proud of what he did, but what's done is done.
He presented the letter to his family as if it was discreetly given to him while the rest of his family were busy with their letters and packages. At first they were against it, they were almost certain that their youngest son and brother would just die in this fool's errand. But after a night of arguing and bargaining, they came to a compromised agreement. Morgan would be able to chase after his dreams, but he would keep their lifestyle as a farmer. This was a win-win situation in his book. Not only would he be able to go on this adventure, but also keep his family proud of him. The following days were to prepare and make tear-filled goodbyes to friends and family.
With Shelly, a Euoplocephalus he had reared since her hatching five years ago, he was ready to face whatever the frontier had to throw at him...or at least he hoped so.
He presented the letter to his family as if it was discreetly given to him while the rest of his family were busy with their letters and packages. At first they were against it, they were almost certain that their youngest son and brother would just die in this fool's errand. But after a night of arguing and bargaining, they came to a compromised agreement. Morgan would be able to chase after his dreams, but he would keep their lifestyle as a farmer. This was a win-win situation in his book. Not only would he be able to go on this adventure, but also keep his family proud of him. The following days were to prepare and make tear-filled goodbyes to friends and family.
With Shelly, a Euoplocephalus he had reared since her hatching five years ago, he was ready to face whatever the frontier had to throw at him...or at least he hoped so.
Other:
-Damn fine singer
-Damn fine cook
-Allergic to Bees
Theme:
-Damn fine singer
-Damn fine cook
-Allergic to Bees
Theme:
.Name: Shelly
Species: Euoplocephalus
Appearance: Shelly is an ankylosaurid that has a dark chocolate scale coloration on her back that fades to a light shade of brown upon reaching the median between her back and underbelly. Her spikes are a near bone-white color with a slight tinge of yellow and brown. She stands roughly 2 meters on all fours and is about 6.5 meters long from the tip of her beak to the end of her clubbed tail. She is a big girl weighing at 2200 kilograms. She has a diamond-shaped pattern of scales on her head in between her eyes and near black in color.
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Role: Mount, Beast of Burden, and Companion to Morgan
Stats:
Special Abilities:
Other: Not a picky eater but goes crazy for lettuce, corn, and peaches.
Species: Euoplocephalus
Appearance: Shelly is an ankylosaurid that has a dark chocolate scale coloration on her back that fades to a light shade of brown upon reaching the median between her back and underbelly. Her spikes are a near bone-white color with a slight tinge of yellow and brown. She stands roughly 2 meters on all fours and is about 6.5 meters long from the tip of her beak to the end of her clubbed tail. She is a big girl weighing at 2200 kilograms. She has a diamond-shaped pattern of scales on her head in between her eyes and near black in color.
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Role: Mount, Beast of Burden, and Companion to Morgan
Stats:
- Size: ▣▣▣▣ - Big
- Strength: ▣▣▣▣ - Very Powerful
- Speed: ▣▣▣▣ - Fairly Slow
- Intelligence: ▣▣▣▣ - Average
Special Abilities:
- Literal Living Tank - She may be as fast as molasses dripping down a tree in winter, but Shelly's natural armor is nigh impenetrable to all but the largest of carnivores and strongest of weapons. Her clubbed tail and charge ain't no laughing matter either...
- Smarter Than She Looks - She may not know how to do fancy tricks nor know how to fetch things like what raptors and dire wolves do, but she is sure smarter than the rest of the dinos back at the farm...well she at least responds to her name and a handful of simple commands. Considerably rare for her species.
Other: Not a picky eater but goes crazy for lettuce, corn, and peaches.
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