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I was so blown away by the eclipse. I even got to pretend it was entirely hidden here in Michigan, when the clouds covered the peak. :P
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Playing around with a Betrayal at House on the Hill roleplay idea.
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I'm still here. I feel a bit like the site is down every single time I try to log in. :(
@Seravee Plus if she still holds a grudge against the sheriff (who is Clayton's father), that could effect her opinion of Clayton, make for some interesting interaction.


I thought of that myself. I'm really interested in how the death will change her views of people she's known her whole life, and affect how she interacts with them. It will add some extra conflict, which I always crave.

And cool with the extra characters bit. I'm always fine just focusing on the one, but please let me know if you change your mind. :)
Sweet! I'll run with that then. And if we decide it is a terrible idea, we can just swap it out later. Weird artifacts give us that ability!

I'll have a post for you tomorrow! :)
I hope you don't mind my taking some liberties when it comes to the town's history, and her place within it. I'd also be willing to write a few female side characters if necessary. Just NPC sorts. I know we're avoiding multiple characters, but our cast is very one-sided!


Kizzie Cottman


Age - 35

Gender - Female

Occupation - Ranch Owner

Appearance - Kizzie's once round, soft features have grown hard. Lines of worry and exhaustion line her leathery face, and crows-feet spread from her blue eyes from squinting into the sun.

Height - Five Foot, Four Inches

Weight - 130 Pounds

Apparel - Always opting for comfort and durability over what is deemed appropriate, Kizzie's attire consists of slacks, boots, a collared shirt, and a vest. Much of what she wears once belonged to her husband. When appearances are a more pressing issue, she will wear the more acceptable riding skirt, or one of her few cotton dresses.

Weaponry - Kizzie carries her late husband's Kerr's Patent Revolver, a five-shot single-action weapon that he was issued during his time in the war. Back on the ranch, she also has a hunting rifle and a series of knives.

Equipment - Kizzie's mount is a buckskin mare named Windsor, who she nicknamed "Winny."

Skills -
  • Kizzie is an excellent shot. She and her husband often resorted to target practice when they needed a get-away from the demands of working on the ranch. After his death, she practiced religiously, growing especially skilled with his revolver.
  • After growing up around ranches, and eventually owning her own, Kizzie is an excellent horsewoman. Her skills are not limited to the saddle - she is perfectly capable when it comes to grooming, training, and general care. She also knows her way around cattle.
  • In the beginning, the ranch she shared with her husband was a pet project. After his death, she was forced to learn the ropes very quickly. As such, Kizzie has grown to be a skilled businesswoman. She knows what she needs, and how to get it.


Flaws -
  • The passing of her husband has left Kizzie a shell of the woman she once was. She has grown inverted, and moody, leaving a very bad taste in the mouths of those who knew her her whole life.
  • Forced with so many unexpected challenges, Kizzie has decided that she will never depend on anyone again. She is independent, sometimes painfully so, and refuses any sort of help.
  • Due to the nature of her husband's murder, Kizzie finds herself acting rashly when it comes to bounty hunters, sheriffs, or matters of death.


Personality - Once, the woman was a bundle of positive light and energy. She was kind to animals and humans alike, and she possessed a sense of humor that made everyone gravitate toward her. Because she grew up in town, the regulars were fortunate enough to watch her blossom into a lovable young lady. Even when her husband was away at war, she remained upbeat.

With his death, everything changed. Kizzie grew angry, lashing out at those around her. Most citizens of Soursprings felt for her, giving her space and understanding. But the years passed, and they realized that she would never return to the woman she once was. She hardly smiles, and prefers to keep to herself when possible. Her humor, on the rare occasion that it surfaces, is dry. Kizzie is intelligent, and will speak her mind when promoted. Her fuse is short and her temper is deadly, especially in matters concerning law, or her husband.

Backstory - Little Kizzie Braxton was a favorite among the people of Soursprings. With her mop of curly golden hair, and big, shimmering blue eyes, most doted upon her from an early age. After time, her good naturedness made her many friends. Eventually, it also found her a soulmate. She and Landon Cottman grew up together, and as they often did, their young friendship blossomed into something more. The pair was married at the ripe age of 17. Shortly after, Landon ventured off to join the Confederate cavalry. Though she worried about him terribly, the young lovers were reunited only a few years later. To celebrate their good fortune, Landon purchased a piece of land only a short ride from town. Together, they built a house, a barn, and a life.

The pair faced many hardships over the next decade. Kizzie's father, a shop owner in Soursprings, fell ill. Just as her mother had twenty years before, he slipped away in his sleep. Landon's mother and father, determining that business was better elsewhere, had moved across the state. Though they wrote often, their absence meant that Kizzie and Landon were entirely on their own. Despite all of this, they made the best of what they had.

The world was turned on its head one evening in November of 1878. On a routine trip into town, Landon had been shot in the back by a young, trigger-happy bounty hunter. The man had mistaken Landon for his intended target, and after realizing his error, he had fled town. The death of one-half of the Cottman sweethearts had left Soursprings stunned. A period of intense searching followed, but to no avail. Kizzie, who had been inconsolable throughout, believed that the sheriff had not done enough to bring her husband's killer to justice, and she would hold onto that opinion for the next five years. When the mourning period passed, and the people returned to their normal lives, Kizzie was left to pick up the pieces. She managed a sizable head of cattle, and looked after a small herd of horses, entirely on her own. And she never lost the desire to deal the punishment that her husband's killer had dodged.
My character will be posted tonight, when I get home from visiting my parents for the long weekend. :)
Sorry for the delay! Birthday celebrations and whatnot.
Her lips closed with a smart slap, then pursed with the faintest hints of annoyance. Much like the old man who she had intercepted earlier that morning, she was not compelled to cut Veeran any slack due to age. She did not approve of being treated poorly, period, and she had worked hard to ensure that she would never need to put up with it. A sharp retort burned hot on the tip of her tongue, but after another moment of thought, she swallowed it. She had sought him out, not the other way around. She owed him the benefit of the doubt. Or, at the very least, she could rein in the temper that had made her known in more than a few cities.

Now her lips curled into a semi-forced smile. "Naomi, yes," she replied, taking care to add extra emphasis to the pronunciation of the name. "And I apologize for my tardiness, but I had difficulty finding you. I've come a long way, and while most seemed to know your name, no one could provide reliable directions."

He had mentioned her economic situation, assuring her that she would not be short on coin were she to sell her own goods. Not that I'm short anyway, she thought with some satisfaction, though that information would not be made public. "I would prefer to stay with you," came her answer, "as it will allow me to remain closer to my work. Snoring does not bother me. I have been required to sleep through much worse."
Hey! I'll be spending time with my family for my birthday today, but I'll have my character up tomorrow. Apologies for the wait!
@Blue Demon Maybe an older Civil War veteran that came west? It ended in 1865 so your character could be in his early to mid forties. Could be an interesting character depending on which side they were on.


Hahaha, I was planning on having my character's husband die in the war. We really are a batch of like-minded individuals. :)
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