The Ranger's Links
"Pretty sure this guy washed up on the beach and decided to make that his career. He won't move a damn muscle unless you mention sex, weed, or booze."
"Sex, weed, and booze?! I'm in! ... what were we talking about?"
Ranger remembers the night they met fondly. He was just a beat-up kid with a gun that was far too powerful for his own good, and Gossamer was the one to patch him up every time he got into a scuffle. She's like a mother figure to him, and he can say with certainty that he loves her.
Her little boy... oh how she worries for him. She remembers his fits he would throw when she healed him over minor cuts. But she can't help it! Shes his mother. Gossamer would never admit how terrified she is for Ranger's safety during all these years. Those fears are muted briefly when they receive a letter from him but... still. Her heart wouldn't know how to handle itself if Ranger died.
The Old Hermit is the first Aurusalkar Ranger ever met. He's got no desire to meet the ones with entire religions devoted to them. Aldus is different. Sure, he's a recluse. Ranger can't really judge him for being grouchy. He probably owes his life to the guy.
Virgil’s a real piece of work. Let’s leave it at that.
A lowlife scrambling about the world with nothing but a piece of metal to give him confidence. His social standing (much like his height) is hardly notable, and his attitude toward magical pursuits befits that of an uncivilized brute. Furthermore, he has the gall to withhold information simply because he enjoys stopping all academic efforts in their tracks. Truly, he is not worth the time of day, and should be treated with disdain- at best.
Goldie's not the sort of guy that Ranger broadcasts his association with. He'd hoped that Gereon forgot about his past, but he's not quite that lucky. As long as Gereon sticks to his current goal of stopping fanatics from terrorizing regular folks, the Ranger won't draw his gun against him. Not that that's always been the case.
Gereon knows more about the Ranger than most. But, the Ranger also knows more about HIM than most. He has no true qualms against the man. He respects the "pistol packing paragon" and his wandering vigilante justice, but there have been times in the past where the two have... crossed opposing paths. Conversely, they've also wound up as allies, too. Gereon would recruit him into the Ring, if he ever thought the Ranger would follow his rules.
Ranger respects Yasen's fighting ability. He's levelheaded, aware of himself and his surroundings, and, best of all, he's quiet. Why is he wasting his time following around Candlesticks?
Ranger is a man deserving of respect. He hopes there will not be a need to fight him in the future.
Soren's his kid. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. Maybe not by blood, but Ranger stopped caring about that a long time ago.
Ranger is Soren's dad! Or... maybe his nabi-father? He's so grateful that it was Ranger that found his egg- or got his egg? He may be rough around the edges, and gruff, and a bit hard to read... and a little intimidating... but he was right about a lot of things. Soren still beats himself up for saying what he said to Ranger during their argument...
It's a little ironic that Ranger's dad saved Oracil, Oracil's dad saved Ranger, and they both ended up saving each other. Not to be corny about it, but he thinks about that more often than he'd admit to anyone. He's thought about finally settling down with him, which says a lot.
Oracil's a coward. He knows it. But if there is anything that would have him grow guts of steel in an instant, it's protecting Ranger. Being an aurubi doesn't mean shit to anyone in West Ridge, but he's strong enough to take a bullet if that means it spares Ranger the pain. He loves him, and he's glad Ranger loves him too.
The Sheriff is only concerned about power. As if anyone could ever really conquer West Ridge... but damn if Mesa isn't willing to try. And bury half of the zone in his fool's errand.
Ranger is a pain in the ass... just like his father was. Nothing more.
Pidge is the mother that Ranger fears. She won't shy away from any conflict- regardless of how outclassed she might be. He has to admit, he probably got his "spunk" from her. Or, more likely, his "spunk" was encouraged by her, either on purpose or on accident.
Ranger is Pidge's little boy. She will beat the lights out of anyone who picks on him and was a wreck when he left for West Ridge, although she would never tell him. She was so afraid he would get killed with all of those... savages that lived in that desert. But he not only lived, but thrived in that environment. She's so, so proud.
Mari is his Sunshine. He knows she's more than capable of handling any situation, but that doesn't stop him from worrying over her wellbeing.
He picked up the guitar so he could play music for her to fall asleep to when she was very young.
He's putty in her hands, and he knows it.
She grew up on cowboy ballads playing her to sleep. How could she not want to emulate her father? She knows she'll never fit the legacy of "the Ranger"- but she'll carry on the legacy of being a badass gunslinger. West Ridge better watch out.
Raymond is his son, but he doesn't understand why he enjoys what he does. They just don't have anything in common. He tries to be understanding about that, but it's just how it is. It's hard to convince Raymond that he's also closer to his sister by a long shot... mainly 'cuz it's true.
John used to travel with him, back before Mesa was as bold as he is nowadays and used Haywood as a front for his takeover. He's a good kid. A little too naïve at times, but he means well.
The Ranger is his hero! He's always wanted to meet him. He grew up on stories of him. He's glad that he was able to look past him being a Stoni kid. Old man Stoni never really got along with The Ranger, after all...
Commodore's a reliable deputy. It's gotta be tough having gold horns out in the Serehaus.
The Ranger's a steadfast ally. He can sleep a little easier when he knows he's tracking down an outlaw. A little bit easier, mind. Even the Ranger can't be everywhere all at once.
Gambler could talk your ear off, but Ranger doesn't mind. Probably not a lot of new folks rolling into their part of West Ridge...
The Ranger talks even less than Commodore, but he's a great listener. And, you know, one of the few folks keeping the Serehaus from falling into complete anarchy. But anyone could tell you that much.
If Everest had half as much brains as he had bravado, he'd be running West Ridge. As it is, he's just a nuisance.
He'll get that stupid ranger one day. One day...
Ephemera helped him get to the strange town inflicted with the strange magic that turned villagers into shades. She didn't speak much, but he's grateful for her help.
The Ranger saved Winterwick's people, and returned her beloved Stratus. She is grateful for his help.
The Ranger met Stratus on one of his travels. He even rescued him from the strange magic that turned people into shades. Unendingly optimistic, humble, and always looking out for people who need a friend. He reminds him of his father.
What a story, to have met the legendary Ranger, to have celebrated the winter solstice with him, and to even have been rescued by him! He will cherish the memory forever. Maybe one day, he'll return for a visit. Hopefully this one won't be interrupted.
Haywood's a snake slithering in Mesa's shadow. It's not enough to make sure he never gets his claws on the land he wants. Haywood needs to be the example. No one claims West Ridge. No matter how much money or power they have.
The Ranger... the so-called upholder of all that's "good and right" in West Ridge. Well, if he thinks keeping an uncivilized sand pit from embracing progress and industry is "good and right", maybe it's time someone get him out of the picture... permanently.
Dueling ain't meant to be a hobby. It's meant to settle disputes as honorably as West Ridge can manage. This Jordanaire fella is just a puffed-up gambling addict from the Flatlands. He ain't a real duelist.
The Ranger... he's heard many, many stories. Intriguing stories, especially about his lightning draw. The Jordanaire will test these stories with a duel... and he'll destroy the legacy of the Ranger's lightning draw.
Lone Star is fighting one of the toughest fights of them all... protecting the Serehaus from falling under Mesa's complete control. He'll do what he can to help, but it'll take more than just the two of them to keep him from becoming the king of West Ridge.
Much as Lone hates to admit it... if it weren't for The Ranger's help, Mesa would have steamrolled the Serehaus and been halfway to becoming the king of West Ridge. For that, he's grateful.
Marsh is his grandson... technically. Not that anyone's ever referred to him as "Grandpa Ranger". And they better not start, for their own sake. Marsh seems happy at the Island. Good for him... but he wishes Marsh all the best. He can't be too popular after Soren's sudden departure.
Ranger is his... um... well, he's family! He loved hearing the stories he'd tell the kids, and sometimes he'd even play his guitar! He wishes he'd visit him on the Island sometime, but apparently he's not a fan of it. Maybe he's afraid of water...?
Murphey's a lazy, no-good cattle rustler. But don't underestimate him. The lazy ones are often the most clever.
The Ranger works hard to get the "bad guys". Murphey's learned not to get his attention.
Ourania's his goddaughter. She's grown into a kind young lady. She's also a biter, so don't let that sweet little face she pulls fool you.
Uncle Ranger is her godfather! He's so cool... but he doesn't talk much. Somehow, Rani can tell he's not as grumpy as people think he is!