Name: Buffel Obille
(Buffalo Bill)
Blood colour: Yellowblood (#D9A702)
Gender: Male
Symbol: A sheriff's star! (A six-sided star with round baubles on the end of each point)
Appearance: Buffel is a modest child, wearing a black shirt and boot-cut grey pants and spiffy new boots (long debated with The Spirit was whether spending money on new boots was worth it or not. Pro-boots won against Buffel's protestations in the end.) His defining points would have to be his horns, neatly spreading out in the shape of spurs, and his grey sarape, which is emblazoned with his symbol, a sheriff's star for the little sheriff with no town. He has messy, black hair, and tired, baggy eyes. The kid probably needs more sleep.
Profile: Buffel grew up as a rough-and-tumble desperado in and along the outskirts of Chittentown. He values general politeness in conversation, but this contrasts with his blunt disposition. Raised by his distant lusus, a tricksy howlbeast he calls The Spirit of the West, he grew up largely fending for himself and shaping his own morality. He has a strong sense of justice, but his brand doesn’t always follow the letter of the law. He spends most of his time wandering about, practicing his hog-tying and sharp-shooting skills and spouting pseudo-philosophical gibberish to whoever will listen.
Other trolls tend to find him off-putting due to this, but some look through his flowery language to see the kindhearted justice-seeker underneath. He holds a snap judgement of contempt for most authority figures, believing them to be too restricted to carry out real justice and muddying up the process with paperwork and bureaucratic hogwash. Despite this, he does his best to maintain pleasantries amongst them, and tries to remember that they’re at least giving it a shot.
Buffel claims to not believe in the hemospectrum, stating society should “toss the whole kit and caboodle.” While he seems to not care about where others fall, he attributes a lot of his self-worth to his low blood status, considering himself to be lower-class despite his claims that blood doesn't matter. He refuses most materialistic gifts, always claiming them to be too fancy for his ilk. Most of these refusals are from rewards handed off to him, often from stepping in on some no-goodery he passed by. His lusus taught him the basics of fighting, but still being just a kid he tends to avoid hand-to-hand combat. Other than this it tended to stay distant from him, silently watching and only stepping in if the need arose. This formed into a quiet respect between the two, and made Buffel into the stoic, quiet loner he is.
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