Eamon "Nowhere" Legare

pronounced aye-mon luh-gree. thirty. cis male — he/him. bisexual. 6'7. andrewsarchus? a rootin' tootin' cowboy. he's smart when it comes to things like hunting, manual labor, and the identification of plants that are poisonous and lethal but he otherwise struggles with writing, reading, and anything to do with numbers—he can easily read his plant books due to the images and he's slowly learning the names by sight. his father died before he was born so eamon was raised by his momma out in the middle of the woods with little contact with others until he was sixteen and started venturing into town to sell deer and rabbits on her behalf, as a result, he's pretty socially awkward in that he's far too sincere and honest and gets nervous in crowds to the point he even tries to avoid bars with more than a handful of patrons. folks often say he's wild to an unnerving extent. 

works on a farm breaking horses and guarding cattle because he doesn't mind sleeping out in the fields with them. banjo player. has a mustang named "golly gee" and she goes just about everywhere with him as he cannot drive a car. eamon doesn't view things as "legal" or "illegal" he simply sees what he believes is "right" or "wrong" and, because of such, he is the sort to enact his own idea of justice if he sees it fit—this often means he'll interject himself into bar brawls or try to play peacekeeper... by cold-cocking whoever he feels is stirring trouble and due to his size, he often can tame situations and dislikes when he has to be actually violent. doesn't understand subtlety that well, most folks need to blunt as hell to actually have a conversation with him or else he'll be confused.

moodboard. playlist.