Flint Wyckoff
by petracore

Appearance: Flint is decently thin, with minimal muscle mass. He has poor posture and often leans forward. His hair is big, and long and falls behind him in dense dark greyish brown curls. The front of his hair is greying and shines bright in the sunlight of the wastes he lives in. His skin is pale, due to being shut in for so long. His eyes are wide, and hold bright amber pupils, one which looks like it's going blind. His eyes couldn’t imply a thing, along with his word’s intention lost to his dry tone. At his strongest attempt, a curled lip could imply some bliss, though to most, he’s not all there. Whether this is a display or lack of feeling is up to one to find out.

He often wears lighter clothings to refract light. Light grey labcoats, scarves and tattered pants. He wears mostly light grey, with some light browns. His clothing often has accents of clocks or lab equipment embroidered on it, something he does in his passtime. His clothing is particular, and he always generally looks like a big heap of light grey fabric, fixed together with brown bets and various cowpoke motifs like buckles and spurs. When he moves, this clothing creates a distinct fluttering.

Aliases: Clocks

Voice: Flint’s robotic tone and flat expression is one of the first notable features. Before one could trace their eyes upon his peculiar physicality, they’d make notes of his eerily tranquil presentation. His voice is set low, but somewhat feminine- though clearly still coming from a man.

Profession: War Martial > Field Doctor. "WF" Has been noted in many medical documents as a notable source with minimal context to his data. Though strangely all of his tests, when reproduced, are entirely credible. Not much is known about his ethics of his medical documents, but they are known to save lives.He is known to take in critically ill patients, and revert them back to perfect health. Not many people in the wastes are aware of how he does this. Sometimes, he doesn’t open his door at all. Mister Wyckoff is likely the only doctor who can get away with only healing some of his patients.

Hobbies and Talents: Mr. Wyckoff has a knack for violin playing, he often sits on the stoop of his home, playing a whining drawl with a fiddle. This is the only time where the man is seen outdoors, and often he scatters inside when seen. He makes all of his own clothes, and as of learning surgery, his garment construction has only gotten better. He has many snakes, and parts of his day are dedicated to care and loving the serpents he lives with. His personal favorite medicinal study is circulatory systems and blood flow. He also studies greatly the intricacies of healing and the process the body takes to do so.

In his plentiful passtime, Flint is a gunsmith, as all of his family is. He does not sell guns, but importantly makes guns for those he feels connections with. He will handcraft a firearm specific for a person near and dear, or far and hated. There is no rhyme or reason to how Mister Wyckoff will give the gift of one of his pieces.

Extra Details: He often carries a flagon of whiskey at his side, and a snake is often always in his hair. He also carries a flintlock.

Personality: Commonly moves unpredictably, and speaks backwards. He comes to conclusions before explaining a sentiment. Often seems too calm, or too excited, things affect him a little too late, whether that's display or effect. He seems to do things in extremes, but there’s always a truth to the things he is passionate about. A lot of his words carry the undertone of impending doom or warning. His reasoning for words is never clear, and often just as backwards as his sentence structure. Regardless of this, despite speaking in a tone lacking credibility, everything he says is fact through some layers of imagination. That is the safetynet of the Wyckoff. Flint has dark copper eyes, often averted or generally haunted. He avoids all eye contact.

Belief and Philosophy: Flint doesn’t have a particular alignment verbally when speaking about belief and morals, His concept of religion, verbally, is very fluid, He seems to fit in with any conversation with a likeminded tone, though still blunt like he typically speaks. He honors the dead highly, and often-times takes a high regard for protecting those who cannot speak for themselves. Whether they are not there, deceased, or mute. Deep down, Flint believes in life and fairness, though he is aware that the state of his home location and the damages that have been overlooked due to the climate. The declining health of the wastes due to the dust worries him deep down, and is why he never leaves his house. When presented with those he cannot help, he often goes into a state of psychosis, unable to bring himself to mend someone.

Childhood: Flint doesn’t talk about his childhood lightly; if not at all. Mentioning of Flint’s far-past is spared with a wide-eyed threatening glance, or a side-glance of similar nature. Someone mentioned he was a bartender, another spoke of his past work as a lapdog in a bandit band. All know that his life has led him as a shut in, making guns or saving lives.

Recent History: As of late, Mr. Wyckoff time spent is specifically within his home, a rustic ranch. The man doesn’t leave much, spare dragging materials in and out, and manically working on what he describes as - “medicine for the ages” - or “nun’ya darn’ business, pard’ner.” - He’s known to import exotic arcane books, and spend years inside studying with the sheer fever of information. Those in the village often fear Flint’s next project, and rumor has it- when his family is in town, it’s best not to tread on his property. He has not left his house in about six years, having people close to him in his bandit band bring him food, supplies. People are often dropped on his doorstep to be healed, mended, and then kicked out once more. Those very close are able to ask for one of his own firearms, ones he takes many years to craft. They are special, and only ever gifts. A Wyckoff firearm is a delicate, coveted piece of weaponry.

Sheriff Sunnyside: An endearing adversary of Flint, these two go very far back. The sherriff stopped knocking on Flint's door for help, as Flint stopped opening it long ago. The two always have some kind of cold war going on. Despite that war, the Sheriff needs Flint, and often consults him for the wellbeing of others within the wastes. Some have said they used to love eachother, but none have allowed that rumor to be verified.

Limitations: None. Maim him, kill him, all is on the table should the risk be present. I would ask for a near-death experience, should it be unpredictable, to be made aware to me before engaging.
Boundaries: [This applies to all of my characters.] You cannot engage in NSFW scenes, including the “buildup” With communication this can be implied, but not written within RP. I will not interact with excessive fantasy racism. Light mentions are okay, though I will disengage if it becomes violent or tasteless. I will not partake in torture scenes or torture plots. I will not engage in scenes portraying abusive relationships in any kind.