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Bluestem Prairie / heartaches by the number - o,
« on: August 03, 2020, 02:54:31 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David didn't usually like to dwell on the past; it brought up too many upsetting memories. Losing his daughter, even if he got her back in the end, was just the cherry on top of the crumbling, barely held-together cake. He wandered a bit from the house, leaving Roxanne by herself for the time being; she was an adult, he figured, she didn't need him glued to her side. That is, of course, if she was planning to cause problems. From there, then obviously David would stay with her.

Now, he was heading somewhere hopefully discreet, a bundle of flowers in his giant hands as he walked quicker than normal. He didn't want to be spotted, though it was hard not to see the big man no matter how hard he tried to hide. He kept his head down, hair in his face, as if that would, too, hide him. He was the only mountain of a man in Bluestem, he wasn't very good at hiding. His broad shoulders and barrel chest and round stomach made it difficult to hide behind trees, and his height made him stick out like a sore thumb.

So that left him with speed walking, going at a pace that one would have if they were jogging. He was striding across the field, coming to a more quiet location he had his eye on for a while and found there to be no activity in that area. He bunched up flowers that he got himself, tied them with a nice ribbon -- admittedly his handiwork was bad, but he couldn't help that with those big fingers -- and set out.

He stood at the area, now, where a rock was set. He placed it there himself, though no name spread across the smooth surface. Not for now, anyway. He sat down on his heels and placed the bundle of flowers down, his thumb tracing across the rock. He glanced over his shoulders a few times to make sure he was truly alone before he finally, fully, focused his attention on the rock and the bundle of flowers. He traced his thumb along his bottom lip, shakily pressing a lip to the pad before he pressed said thumb against the rock. A kiss.

He was mourning. He did not need to; it had been well over ten years since the love of his life had passed, but he felt guilty enough to have to set up a small grave for her now. "I miss you, Lavinia."

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / even though you have [open] good intentions
« on: July 13, 2020, 11:55:25 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

The stress of Flintlock was a lot for the large man. He often found himself busy near the barns, looking over the horses recently. He never was fond of them, but as he ended up growing to be bigger than most horses, that fear vanished. Somewhat. The void behind their eyes still left so much room for plans that David was not ready for. He pat his hand against one of the horse's necks, then left her to head into the yard. Off on the edge he spotted something that caught his eye, and instead of calling for anyone, he set off to look.

The man was fairly easy to spot, regardless of how hard he tried to hide. He was massive, a figurative mountain of a man with broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and massive arms. He was a strongman, and it showed in his round gut and massive legs, too. He was surly not someone to be messed with, but the man had a bleeding heart that wouldn't stop if he hurt someone by accident.

So the horse that had been grazing at the edge of the fence noticed the oncoming man and raised her head. Like himself, her mane was a mess -- knotted and wild. She was roan coloured, with a pale snout and dark legs. Her eyes, amber, did not hold the same hidden secrets. She studied the man like he had to be worthy to be near her. She snorted, pushing her nose into the air and stomped one of her mighty hooves.

It was then David realized that, much like their hair, she was also near damn built the same. She was stocky, with wide shoulders and a round stomach. She was not a Clydesdale, but she nearly looked like one. He wondered what she was. He held his hand out, trying to make himself seem as friendly as possible. David knew he couldn't outrun the horse if she were to turn on him, but it was worth a shot.

Especially when, after judging him for what felt like hours, she pushed her nose into his palm and exhaled.

Success.

"Hi, girl. What's your name? What, ah, what are you doin' out here? Didn't I put you all i- oh," his eyes trailed along the fence to see the damage she had caused to it to get in. "O- oh. You're wild," he breathed.

Oh, how the hell was he going to bring her up to Brock?

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
      > passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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Bluestem Prairie / take me to the [open ; reuniting] distant past
« on: April 30, 2020, 12:05:06 AM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

David had often spent his days in the garden, helping with the fruits, mostly. He was there now, though this time he slowly rose to his feet and wiped his brow. His arms were covered in a thick layer of sweat and dirt, and he knew he'd need to wash soon. He squinted up at the sky--it was so hot out, the sun didn't seem to let up--and he couldn't wait for the evening to roll around. The man wrung out the collar of his shirt, the sweat that had been collecting ran between his calloused hands. He shook them after and wiped them down on his front before stepping out for a moment to get a drink.

The man stopped at the water pump and cupped his hand under it and pushed his face into his palms to wipe the sweat off his face. He wandered down the road, humming to himself as he fanned his grey shirt, fanning his hands to stim while he walked. He liked busying himself while he walked, and stimming was great for that. David brushed his hair from his face with one of his hands, using the very tips of his fingers to push the long strands behind an ear. From there, he made his way to the saloon.

David usually ordered milk or water from the counter, and this time he chose water. He leaned against the wall instead of sitting down and sipped at the cup, crossing his ankles and strapping one arm across his broad chest. At least it wasn't crowded in the saloon at this hour; usually everyone was too busy working. There were a few people crowded around the table, but other than that, David was on his own. He felt relieved for that.

The man put the cup down and slid over some change, thanking the bartender for the water and he left. He stepped out into the hot air again and exhaled through parted lips. He was not one for heat, that's for sure.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life

Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 29/04/20 • show

general
> david benson ;; n/a ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 34 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
> important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it

appearance
> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a strongman physique ; 7;6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
> important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth ; his jaw is obviously dislocated, but he won't let anyone touch it to put it back in

personality
> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot

relationships
> margaret benson and charles benson ;; both parents are alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister is alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (delta)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in bold
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics

credit @ kenneth

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i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

ooc ;; // private with @Selena !! \\

ic ;; David never liked leaving a place he settled in, unless he had to leave. He had found a good, relatively-ish safe home in Bluestem, and settled down until he would have to leave again. His daughter was still missing, and he still needed to find her. Somewhere. He had talked with Selena maybe once or twice, and had talked to her at the Valentine's meeting. He had given her a friendship flower and fled shortly after she had taken it, afraid she might reject the offer.

The big man was nothing more than a gentle giant. He didn't know his own strength, and has often hurt people by accident. He has resorted to trying his best to be as gentle as possible, and if someone were to give him a piece of paper, the page would barely wrinkle when he'd grab it. He knew what his strength was capable of, and to say he was afraid was a little bit of an overstatement.

He was petrified.

Finding out that Selena was in Los Santos was easy; he had overheard somewhere that that was where she was. He had been worried about her, and with talk of a new possible baby, he wanted to make sure she was okay. He had his worries, and knew that he should keep his nose out of her business, but he couldn't help but want to offer assistance in helping with the baby.

So that's exactly what landed him outside the gate of Los Santos. It wasn't an easy trip, the man had a few scrapes on his legs, but he was finally here, and he felt exhausted. David had a bad reputation of pushing himself until he knew he was safe. He was like that with his own baby: he never slept, ate, or even so much as blinked until he knew she was safe and sound. After losing Roxy's mother, David often paced outside of Roxy's bedroom from fear that she would meet the same fate as her mom. They had moved shortly after the break-in, because David's grief was swallowing both of them whole.

He was protective, and he was worried. He passed the gate, making sure to close it behind him, as an act of politeness. He threaded his fingers together as he walked the streets, keeping his pale brown eyes out for Selena. He didn't know where, exactly, she would be, as he never bothered to ask around. The large man hated talking with other people, and often found himself shutting out others just so he wouldn't get overstimulated. Now his giant form moved almost silently until he came across the hotel.

From there, he took in a deep breath to gather himself up, and he walked up to the door and knocked.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

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Bluestem Prairie / i know who you are now, [open ; angst]
« on: January 19, 2020, 01:31:46 PM »
i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

[OOC ;; Prompt: Injury + Amnesia
Trigger warnings that may be included in this:
-Head trauma/injury
-Memory loss
-Commercial violence, possibly
-More will be added as the thread moves along]

He didn't know how it happened. Or, rather, understand what happened. One moment there was violence. Anger. Confusion. No, not confusion- at least not as far as he was aware. Something was happening- a riot of some sort? A revolution? Or was it the opposite? Was someone- a higher up? Was someone with a higher position lashing out on them?

Or was he the only one angry? Was he the only one spinning out of control?

Either way, he couldn't remember how it went down. One moment he had a hold of someone. He was angry, his giant hands tight around something. And then it hit. His head was on the ground and the world was spinning. He struggled to breathe. To stay conscious. To get to his feet and stumble away from the action.

Was he the one who started it? Was he being cruel? Or was he a coward by starting a fight and running away? Did they start it? Were they throwing things at him, or was he imagining things? He couldn't wrap his damn head around anything that had happened.

Even now, as he lay on the floor of his house he "claimed". He didn't know how long he'd laid here; head quite possibly bleeding, seeping into the floorboards. He had probably wailed and cried, but he couldn't say he did. His head hurt all the same. His face was wet all the same. His giant hands scrabbled at the floor all the same.

Either way, David Benson couldn't remember anything.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

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i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Reaching the border felt like a relief for a split second. He husked out, feeling his legs shake as he reached for somewhere to lean against. His hands failed to find something and, oh, he fell on his knees. He gasped upon the impact and remained still, hands splayed on the ground, as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were wide, staring hard at his hands as the world spun. He was so thirsty.

Eventually, he slowly stood up, breathing in heavily to catch his breath. His foot moved back to catch himself before he'd fall again, and he stared into the town that he happened across. When did he come across this? He wiped at his brow, letting a soft low groan leave him and he stood straight. He found safety.

Hopefully, of course.

His trust leaned on his shoulder and whispered doubts in his ear, telling him to just turn and keep going, but his stubborn soul decided to keep going.

Perchance his intimidation could scare off anything hostile.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
credit @ cosmyn

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(my art!)
full name
 ❧ david benson
nicknames
 ❧ "big lug", "teddy bear", "daddy (by daughter)"
pronouns
 ❧ he/him
age
❧ 35
birthdate
❧ 05/15
orientation
❧ boston

romance status
❧ n/a (available!)
sexual orientation
❧ demisexual
romantic orientation
❧ panromantic
crush
❧ n/a (available!)

height
❧ 8'5"
weight
❧ 430 lbs
build
❧ really built, quite massive, not fat but definitely a strongman physique
hair length
❧ really long
hair type
❧ curly/wavy
hair colour
❧ dirty blonde, but due to grime and such, it is a dark brown
skin colour
❧ pale
eye colour
❧ a pale brown
facial shape
❧ his jaw is square, and he has a wide chin
nose shape
❧ his nose is pear shape: thin at the bridge and rather wide at the tip
lip shape
❧ the top lip is curved and thin, whereas the bottom lip is round and thick.
other marks
❧ a "beta" tattoo on both his ankles
deformities
❧ he has (acne) conglobata and vulgaris
physical disabilities
❧ his back is all sorts of out of whack, it hurts to do a lot of things for him. his back teeth have rotted. his jaw is dislocated and he refuses to let anyone put it back

top attire
❧ typically he prefers not to wear anything because he feels like he's suffocating, but tank tops and really really loose v-necks
bottom attire
❧ grey sweatpants, they're generally the only thing that fits
over attire
❧ just a pair of ratty sneakers that are falling apart
accessories
❧ n/a
jewelry
❧ n/a

positive personality
❧ (WIP)
negative personality
❧ (WIP)
mental disabilities
❧ (WIP)

(WIP ON FAMILY RELATIONS)

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