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- Joined
- Mar 28, 2020
- Messages
- 14
- Points
- 3
- Location
- Texas
Character Name
Ridge Allen
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
41
Blood Type
A-
Personality
ISFJ-T: Supportive, Reliable and Patient, Imaginative and Observant, Loyal and Hard Working, Good Practical Skills
The Defender personality type is quite unique, as many of their qualities defy the definition of their individual traits. Though sensitive, Defenders have excellent analytical abilities; though reserved, they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are generally a conservative type, Defenders are often receptive to change and new ideas. As with so many things, people with the Defender personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that defines who they are.
Character Motivations
Unemployed, restless, and evacuated against his will like the other citizens rounded up by the McCreary County Sheriff's Department, Ridge is caught between his desire to cut and run, back to the Kentucky wilderness, or apply himself to help relief and rescue efforts upon arrival to Muldraugh. Should they be reunited there, his first priority would be to help people he recognized from Yamacraw.
Physical Appearance
An athletic man for forty-one, a six foot, one hundred and seventy-five pound byproduct of an exuberant Appalachian youth, Ridge had been easy on the eyes by most westernized standards from an early age. His hair was naturally straight and full bodied -- worn fashionably short to match an equally fashionable mustache, a gentleman's scruff -- though he seemed unkempt, like he was keen to avoid barbers. Not unlike his other features, the cut of his jaw was sharp and pronounced, complimenting the narrow glare of fiercely blue eyes; ears pinned close to his head; with a nose that seemed average save for an indentation that ran the bridge, the result of a break or an injury, it would have to be clarified. Often misinterpreted for animosity rather than scrutiny, it was not uncommon to find him wearing a smile, though it was always a somber affair, to glower more than to beam, accompanied by wrinkles that suggested his optimism had been buried somewhere in Yamacraw.
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Mechanical Occupation
Runner: Quiet - Claustrophobic, High Thirst, Slow Reader
In-Character Occupation
Unemployed Coal Miner
Biography
Simple living in the Yamacraw holler was destined for one thing and one thing alone. If you weren't in it, you were raised by people who were. If you didn't collect your paycheck from Stears Coal & Lumber, you were a government employee. By your earliest accounts, you'd have seen what happens when someone chose to deviate or seek foreign opportunities. Stepping away from the coal mine was like an insult to every family settled in that ancient stretch of land, by choice or by tradition, and warm though they were to kinfolk and community, they were slow to forgive or to set aside differences. Many fathers and sons had died in those hills, and the people there did not forget.
With that in mind, Ridge and Yamacraw got along like a house on fire. As an active child, and an even more active teenager, he was accustomed to the outdoors, shooting and fishing, playing sports, and ran the fifteen-hundred during his junior and senior years. College would have been a waste of his time. His teachers and family, from anyone he might lend an ear, the advice was always the same. Straight out of High School, you could find sixty grand a year down in that mine. "Stay in Yamacraw," they'd told him.
And for the first ten years or so, life was an adventure. Every day was exciting. Working with his hands, living dangerously and confronting that danger had become his sole purpose for getting out of bed. He drank too much, drove too fast, got picked up time and again by the local Smokey's, but he was there to punch his card and ride that coal elevator down a few hundred feet so he could do it all over the next morning.
Though death and injury weren't uncommon in mine number eleven, Ridge had been lucky and capable enough to avoid anything disastrous until his mid-thirties, when the result of a coal dust explosion killed thirty-nine miners and left nearly a hundred more hospitalized. A firedamp ignition, caused by electric sparking from equipment such as the bell signalling gear, was suspected to have started the reaction. Most of those thirty-nine men who survived the explosion were trapped and killed due to carbon monoxide poisoning, but a handful survived, and one of them was Ridge.
He was never much the same after that. Life slowed down, locked him into a box, kept his mind stuck in that shaft and the deep, endless black. Where he used to love crowds and large parties, he found himself straying away. Months passed before he could sleep comfortably under his own roof, but the walls of his home began to feel more like a prison than a refuge. For six years, he kept to the open sky and the fresh air, found on his porch or not at all, wondering the holler on some forgotten trail through a procession of pines and solitude, that is, until the evacuation and upheaval of the natural order.
Would you like your character to start with any items?
No.
Would you like to opt-out of randomized starting groups?
No
Is your character a member of a group application?
No
Group Members
Ridge Allen
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
41
Blood Type
A-
Personality
ISFJ-T: Supportive, Reliable and Patient, Imaginative and Observant, Loyal and Hard Working, Good Practical Skills
The Defender personality type is quite unique, as many of their qualities defy the definition of their individual traits. Though sensitive, Defenders have excellent analytical abilities; though reserved, they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are generally a conservative type, Defenders are often receptive to change and new ideas. As with so many things, people with the Defender personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that defines who they are.
Character Motivations
Unemployed, restless, and evacuated against his will like the other citizens rounded up by the McCreary County Sheriff's Department, Ridge is caught between his desire to cut and run, back to the Kentucky wilderness, or apply himself to help relief and rescue efforts upon arrival to Muldraugh. Should they be reunited there, his first priority would be to help people he recognized from Yamacraw.
Physical Appearance
An athletic man for forty-one, a six foot, one hundred and seventy-five pound byproduct of an exuberant Appalachian youth, Ridge had been easy on the eyes by most westernized standards from an early age. His hair was naturally straight and full bodied -- worn fashionably short to match an equally fashionable mustache, a gentleman's scruff -- though he seemed unkempt, like he was keen to avoid barbers. Not unlike his other features, the cut of his jaw was sharp and pronounced, complimenting the narrow glare of fiercely blue eyes; ears pinned close to his head; with a nose that seemed average save for an indentation that ran the bridge, the result of a break or an injury, it would have to be clarified. Often misinterpreted for animosity rather than scrutiny, it was not uncommon to find him wearing a smile, though it was always a somber affair, to glower more than to beam, accompanied by wrinkles that suggested his optimism had been buried somewhere in Yamacraw.
Character Image Link
Mechanical Occupation
Runner: Quiet - Claustrophobic, High Thirst, Slow Reader
In-Character Occupation
Unemployed Coal Miner
Biography
Simple living in the Yamacraw holler was destined for one thing and one thing alone. If you weren't in it, you were raised by people who were. If you didn't collect your paycheck from Stears Coal & Lumber, you were a government employee. By your earliest accounts, you'd have seen what happens when someone chose to deviate or seek foreign opportunities. Stepping away from the coal mine was like an insult to every family settled in that ancient stretch of land, by choice or by tradition, and warm though they were to kinfolk and community, they were slow to forgive or to set aside differences. Many fathers and sons had died in those hills, and the people there did not forget.
With that in mind, Ridge and Yamacraw got along like a house on fire. As an active child, and an even more active teenager, he was accustomed to the outdoors, shooting and fishing, playing sports, and ran the fifteen-hundred during his junior and senior years. College would have been a waste of his time. His teachers and family, from anyone he might lend an ear, the advice was always the same. Straight out of High School, you could find sixty grand a year down in that mine. "Stay in Yamacraw," they'd told him.
And for the first ten years or so, life was an adventure. Every day was exciting. Working with his hands, living dangerously and confronting that danger had become his sole purpose for getting out of bed. He drank too much, drove too fast, got picked up time and again by the local Smokey's, but he was there to punch his card and ride that coal elevator down a few hundred feet so he could do it all over the next morning.
Though death and injury weren't uncommon in mine number eleven, Ridge had been lucky and capable enough to avoid anything disastrous until his mid-thirties, when the result of a coal dust explosion killed thirty-nine miners and left nearly a hundred more hospitalized. A firedamp ignition, caused by electric sparking from equipment such as the bell signalling gear, was suspected to have started the reaction. Most of those thirty-nine men who survived the explosion were trapped and killed due to carbon monoxide poisoning, but a handful survived, and one of them was Ridge.
He was never much the same after that. Life slowed down, locked him into a box, kept his mind stuck in that shaft and the deep, endless black. Where he used to love crowds and large parties, he found himself straying away. Months passed before he could sleep comfortably under his own roof, but the walls of his home began to feel more like a prison than a refuge. For six years, he kept to the open sky and the fresh air, found on his porch or not at all, wondering the holler on some forgotten trail through a procession of pines and solitude, that is, until the evacuation and upheaval of the natural order.
Would you like your character to start with any items?
No.
Would you like to opt-out of randomized starting groups?
No
Is your character a member of a group application?
No
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