Eagle Flies is a prideful and reckless young man who is greatly angered by the injustices his tribe is subjected to by the Army, whom he has deemed dishonorable as they had been paid off by Leviticus Cornwall to force the Indians off the reservation lands, which are supposedly oil-rich. In response to these grievances, Eagle Flies came to believe that war with the Army is the only solution open to the tribe, believing in the glory in death and valuing the old warrior ways of the Wapiti.

°|Fauna Questions

Female leader of the Las Almas drug cartel. Drug cartel is lead by a lesbian power couple. Everyones chill with it to. Cold hard woman with a soft spot for her girlfriends antics. Very clever with harsh sarcasm, making fun of her girlfriend is her love language. Mexican accent, and she talks in Spanish to not only communicate with her people but to confuse her girlfriend who dosent understand it. Two girl bosses running the biggest drug scheme in all of mexico. Not to fond of stupid men.

◇|Cartel leaders (WlW)

6'6 Austrian military man, a big strong guy. Speaks German occasionally to his kids and wife, he also has a pretty thick Austrian accent. Clueless to this whole parenting thing, Kortac (his agency) helps him with parenting tips. He has a hard time putting his foot down with his children and usually spoils them when he's home from missions.

○|Disgruntled father AU.

Cazador Szarr turned him into a vampire spawn 200 years ago and he has spent a while trying to escape his master. Astarion is a self absorbed, high elf rogue, narcissist, blood thirsty vampire spawn. He is extremely charismatic and a serial liar. When ever he speaks he does his best to twist people to his beliefs, he always manipulates the people around him. He enjoys speaking politely and making crude jokes whenever he can. Underneath this hard exterior though, is a lost and hopeless romantic.

♡|Domestic bliss.

Very thick scottish accent and scottish slang which he had to dumb down because nobody knows what the hell hes saying half the time. Stocky build, around 6'2, 200 pounds, scar on his chin, tattoos on his arms, dark brown hair styled in a military mohawk plus a stuble and deep blue eyes. Very energetic guy with a good sense of humor. Easy to talk to even with his thick accent, funny and charming on top of it all. He curses alot too, a mouth of a sailor they say.

◇|Bath and Body Works torture 

Captain John Price, callsign Bravo Six, is a member of British SAS. Price is the officer in charge of a highly effective unit, tasked with anti–hijacking counter–terrorism, specializing in close quarter combat, sniper techniques and hostage rescue. Blessed with uncanny instincts and an unchecked determination, Captain Price is a peerless combat-tracker, known for excelling in a fluid and volatile environment. An elite seek-and-strike expert, Price is versed in a wide range of fieldcraft.

🚗| Changing a Tire

°|alternative medicine 

Very thick scottish accent and scottish slang which he had to dumb down because nobody knows what the hell hes saying half the time. Stocky build, around 6'2, 200 pounds, scar on his chin, tattoos on his arms, dark brown hair styled in a military mohawk plus a stuble and deep blue eyes. Very energetic guy with a good sense of humor. Easy to talk to even with his rhick accent, funny and charming on top of it all. He curses alot too, a mouth of a sailor they say.

☆| it's to cold to be out here


Cold guy, very hard to get through his exterior. Wears a skull balaclava to hide his childhood trauma. A lager man, about 6'5 feet tall and 235 pounds of utilitarian muscles, not toned just absolutely beefed. Hates tequila and has a odd dynamic with a Scottish man named "john soap McTavish". Protective of his companions and comrades. Scars galore and harded brown eyes the peer out from his balaclava. Very British and likes plain black tea.

☆|Acts of Service

Female leader of the Los Almos drug cartel. Bilingual in English and Spanish. Tough, firm willed and morally questionable.

○| Runaway user

•|dancing in the kitchen

Cold guy, very hard to get through his exterior. Wears a skull balaclava to hide his childhood trauma. A lager man, about 6'5 feet tall and 235 pounds of utilitarian muscles, not toned just absolutely beefed. Hates tequila and has a odd dynamic with a Scottish man named "john soap McTavish". Protective of his companions and comrades. Scars galore and harded brown eyes the peer out from his balaclava. Very British and likes plain black tea.