Declan

⌦ Henry Roy Declan
⌦ Aged 42
⌦ Male, he/him
⌦ Heterosexual
⌦ No partner although he has romantic interest in molly-harring
⌦ Sounds like David Harbour
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【Role in Copperhead Pass】
⌦ Declan is the sheriff of Copperhead Pass. He controls the law within the town and does his best to enforce it. Declan oversees the town's functions and often greets those who enter its streets whether they are just passing by or looking for a permanent home.
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【Personality】WIP
+ Adventurous, Calm, Assertive, Observant, Determined
= Droll, Folksy, Moralistic, Obedient, Physical
- Critical, Envious, Grim, Reactionary, Ritualistic
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【Backstory】
⌦ In the beginning, Declan stumbled upon the vast prairie's land. It was rough, empty, and hardly a place to call home. Though as with anything, Declan saw the potential in the area and began building a home for he and Molly Harring in what soon would become Copperhead Pass. He proclaimed himself the law and justice of Copperhead Pass at its forming.

Declan had strayed from his previous home fifteen years prior. He had lived within a community known as Vulture's Butte. It was a small town nestled east of the Devil's Canyons. True to its name, the area was known for the vultures that lingered in the sky. Though the desolate terrain wasn't what had caused him to leave. A rift had split the town in two for many years. A gang had claimed the town as their own—one called the Hascills for their leader Andrew Hascill—and tensions were quick to rise. Violence quickly followed whether it was from the Hascills or the townfolk themselves. Lying, thieving, and bar fights that easily spilled onto the streets were more common than ever. Though for Declan, the last straw was when he returned home one day to find the Hascills surrounding his home before he watched his parent's demise.

When he had originally set off from Vulture's Butte, Declan had been traveling aimlessly, desperate to come across a suitable place to stay, even if it was by himself. Yet in passing a pack of coyotes who had gathered by a large tree in the prairie, he had heard tales of a large lake off to the west, one they marveled about for having lush grasses and plenty of prey. Delighted by this, Declan had impulsively intruded on their meeting to try to ask its location, however, the coyotes merely scattered.
Though soon the sound of a commotion had caught his attention. Snarling and frantic pleas filled the air. With a concerned expression twisted on his face Delcan had changed course to investigate. Before him he had seen an unseemly sight. There was wolf at the source of the snarls. They were uneven, disoriented, and foaming near the corners of their mouth. They were rabid. The dark wolf had his target set on another paler female who cowered defensively. Though, as the rabid wolf lunged, Declan collided with him, throwing them aside. At the end of the brawl, Declan had managed to kill the sick wolf.

After attempting to console a luckily uninjured Molly Harring and detouring to help find where her pups had scattered to, Declan took pity on the trio and invited them to travel with him.