#Hazel Floren

[leftsidebonfire]

NEW OC ALERT!!!!

Name: Hazel Floren

Nicknames: Haze

Age: 25

Birthday: October 20 (Sloth Day)

Sexuality: Doesn't use labels

Species: Folivora (Sloth Mink)

Devil Fruit: Speed Fruit (makes the user move at double speed, which is just normal speed for her)

Description: Hazel is a Three-Toed Sloth Mink who stands at 4'5. She has the body of a human woman, though she's covered in a thick, coarse overcoat with a softer undercoat. Her fur color is a tawny brown with the bespectacled markings signature to a Sloth around her eyes. She wears usual hippie attire, usually in brown or earthy muted tones for both camouflage and style. She was rescued from captivity by the Revolutionary Army and was taken in, agreeing to join them because she doesn't like how the government tries to keep people from living their lives. She is not very opinionated about it, taking a much more casual approach, but still fighting for the cause against "the man." She has taken a great liking to Koala due to "solidarity."

Personality: Hazel is a very laid-back Mink, always preferring to take it easy than to get into fights, disagreements, or exert herself. She moves very slowly, only aided a bit by her Devil Fruit. The Devil Fruit allows the user to move at double speed, which, for Hazel, means she moves at about a normal human speed. She loves to get high off of Marijuana and Mushrooms, and accepts a very "peace and love" sort of lifestyle. She is very easy to get along with, and very non-judgmental. She accepts everyone at a glance, despite their appearance or even if they have distaste toward her. She is very slow to anger and slow in general.

Likes: Napping, Marijuana, Folk Music, Psychedelic Rock, Flowers, Nature.

Dislikes/Fears: Not being able to live the life she wants, Debates, Arguments, Drowning, Falling

[talesfromtherollingmountain]

Feels like a long shot, but if anyone in the One Piece RP community wants to mess around with any of my silly OCs, consider this an open invitation to hit me up! Either on this blog or @leftsidebonfire and I'd be happy to plan something out!!

[zombiehandzzz]

Moomins appearance hcs

Moomin-

- quite round

- in the right light he looks baby blue

-his eyes are blue with little brown specks

-hes got real fluffy cheeks

Snufkin-

-wears his tunic to hide his sadly natural curves

-like I said he's got curves

- crazy long eyelashes

- eyes are hazel

-tan skin with light freckles

-bags under his eyes

- curly hair

- Tail!!!

-short cat like whiskers when he gets older

- cat paws instead of feet

Snorkmaiden (floren)

- beautifully plump

- lovely Amber eyes

- shorter tail than the moomins

- her fringe is always blonde

- her fur will change slightly depending on her mood

- usually it's a pale yellow because she feels soft and content

Little my

- her hair constantly has dirt in it

-she also has freckles like her brother

-they both get them from their mother

-She has unusually large feet for a mymble

Feel free to add!!

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The mare rode hard, harder than Leonore wanted to push her, but she was so far behind schedule that she dared not slow for a second. There was so much to transport, so much to ferry from one town to another. She felt as though she'd collapse at any moment alongside her horse.

Being a courier wasn't a glamorous lifestyle, but she enjoyed the travel even if it was a demanding occupation. Despite having woken late, she managed to fulfill half of her obligation for the day before noon even came around. This was the fastest she'd ever worked, but she was damn good at what she did and she wanted to make up for lost time. This was the last of the small orders around outside town - next would be larger ones, then the ones that she could deliver on foot in the marketplace. 

Finally, she made it to her destination: a farmstead on the furthest reaches of the town, tucked away from the civilization nearby. Leonore tugged on the reins to slow her horse who was more than grateful to be stopping. After hopping down and tying her to a fence post, she ran her hand up the creature's neck and gave her an affectionate scratch. The mare huffed and turned her face away in defiance, but the woman only smiled; her mare may be mad for being worked so hard, but she knew she couldn't stay grumpy for long when she got scratches.

"After this one we can take a longer break. I'll see if I can find you something to snack on and then we'll take it slower on our way back. You did amazing." After another tender pat, she set off to make her delivery: a small sack of seeds that she'd untied from her saddle.

Everything went smoothly. She was given a few florens for her service then walked back to her mare. The owner of the farmstead gave her permission to water her horse, so she did just that and led her to a large trough for visitors' steeds. The animal was appreciative and drank heavily, making Leonore sigh as she remembered she'd had nothing to eat or drink since she left.

"You know, you're lucky. You can drink any old water and chew on some grass and you're fine. I'd give my left hand for something to eat right now," she idly said to her horse, not expecting an answer, but especially not from someone nearby.

"That can be arranged."

A startled gasp flew from her lips and she turned abruptly, but a hand shot out and covered her mouth before she could utter a cry.

"Shhh sh sh. We wouldn't wanna let anyone know we're here, now would we? Keep that pretty little mouth shut n' we won't feel the need to fill it with somethin'." The voice belonged to a man - a dirty, armored one. Behind him stood a group of another six. She watched in fear as two of them began stalking their way to the farmhouse, two to the barn, and the rest to search the fields for any workers; they were there to ransack the place and she had the opportune timing of being there when they did.

"Now, while my boys go take care of the farm, how's about you n' I spend some quality time together?"

---

Ravens were a very intelligent species that Regis used for gathering information and at times communicating. As soon as Dettlaff had finished dressing in preparation to bring Leonore some food, one such bird was sent out to find her location. It came back quickly, meaning she wasn't completely out of town.

"You should be able to find her riding to the furthest homestead to the northeast. It's not terribly far - you'll be able to make it quickly. Here's her food," Regis handed his companion the small bundle of cloth in which lay some meat, bread, a bit of cheese, and an apple, "and take some water just in case."

Dettlaff nodded and picked up a small jug - the one he'd drank from the night prior, but it was refilled earlier that morning. 

"Anything else?"

"No, this should be fine. Now try to hurry. She might not be out there for long and she's far enough away that you won't have to worry about any prying eyes."

"Thank you, Regis."

"Think nothing of it. The part of me that's a medic wants to make sure she doesn't go hungry while all of the other parts wants you two to fall in love already." His playful teasing was met with a soft glare then a roll of the eyes when he returned it with a cheeky grin. "Have fun out there."

The dark-haired vampire didn't bother to answer before setting out the back door. It was a beautiful day compared to the awful storm that had just passed over them; the sun was shining bright, the clouds were far off in the distance, and even the garden itself looked much greener now that it had been watered so thoroughly. He entertained the thought of bringing his sketchbook, but he'd already left it inside and wanted to leave before Leonore had a chance to move on to her next destination. Silently, he disappeared from view, using his vampiric abilities to allow him to cover ground much faster. Given a few minutes, he'd be able to catch up with her even if she was still riding out there.

---

This had to be the place, the vampire thought when he approached the secluded farm. Everything was quiet save for the horse that was tied up to the fence bordering the property. In fact, she seemed quite spooked, which told him that things were probably not as they seemed. When he approached the mare, it reared and cried, but he was able to hush it softly and bring it back down with the apple he'd brought for Leonore. It eyed him warily, but when he took a firm hold of the bridle and held the apple out for it to see, it took the offering eagerly and gave a soft snort. The horse was beautiful and white with a black face, mane, and rump. He could tell it was well cared for with how pristine its pale coat looked - most horses of this color that he saw were a dirty off-shade from lack of grooming. Tenderly, he ran his clawed hand through the mane and gave it a kind pat, but when he passed its saddle, he picked up on a familiar scent. It was one he knew intimately - this had to be Leonore's horse.

Dettlaff looked about to see if perhaps she'd simply wandered off somewhere nearby for a bit while her horse rested, but she was nowhere to be found. As such, he closed his eyes and blocked out the sound of the horse's loud chewing to see if he could hear her nearby. His sharp hearing picked up on voices, but only men.

"Please sirs, take what ya want, but leave us our lives."

"We were plannin' on it. Takin' what we want, that is. Now shut your gob 'fore we stick a hot poker in it."

Dettlaff's eyes shot open and he set out for the farmhouse, the food and water forgotten on the ground. He couldn't hear Leonore, but he knew bandits when he heard them even without the obvious remarks. If she was still here, it meant she was in danger, and the thought alone made his blood boil. The trek was short, but as he neared, he made sure to remain out of sight. Should the vagabonds be alerted to his presence, they could easily kill whomever they held prisoner. That Leonore could be already dead briefly crossed his mind, but he didn't smell blood or death yet.

Yet.

He quietly and cautiously peered in through a window, but he could only see an elderly man tied up and thrown to the ground by two young children. As much as he wanted to assist them, he had to find Leonore. They would be safest considering it was their property he was on - the woman was most likely in the right place at the wrong time and therefore a liability. Once again he closed his eyes and listened intently, this time focusing on every small, seemingly insignificant sound.

Birds overhead. The raven. More animals. Not the mare, but a cow. Sniffing. Shuffling. A whimper, but not of a dog. More sniffing, or is it sniffling? A moan. Pain. Leonore.

In a cloud of fog, he disappeared again, already allowing himself to revert back to his vampiric form. His claws and fangs elongated as his face contorted into its beastly countenance. His incorporeal form slipped through the cracks in the barn's wooden wall, then slid up into the loft. Out of sight, he took solid shape again. A man stood below him with the woman he sought tied up and in a heap on the ground. There were no signs of abuse on her from what he could see, but he'd inspect her for that once she was out of harm's way.

"You're a lucky little bitch, you know that? Any other day and I'd've ploughed you from dusk till dawn. Too bad our boss thinks you're too pretty to soil yet, but once he's had his first dibs, we get to share you between the rest of us." Leonore didn't respond for a gag in her mouth, but Dettlaff could hear her strangled sob. 

That did it - no one threatened what was his. 

He didn't give the man a chance to so much as take another breath before he once again dissolved into mist. It crept down the wooden beams and across the ground before both occupants of the barn took notice of the strange phenomenon.

"What the--"

Thump.

Wide hazel eyes watched in horror as the man's head was detached from his body in a single fluid motion that she couldn't see. Arterial spray caught her face that was already streaked with tears. When Dettlaff reemerged from the dark cloud of fog, his claws were stained red. The eyes that she had once loved so dearly were pale and ghastly compared to their former soft blue, but she stared silently in awe and fright nonetheless. The beast that appeared before her turned to face her, and it was then that she recognized him. The moth brooch, the familiar coat, the dark hair with streaks of grey - she knew him before he returned to his more human form. Were she able to speak, she'd have uttered his name, so instead he uttered hers.

"Leonore."  He was quick to approach her and remove her bindings, and as soon as her hands were free she tore the filthy rag from her mouth then threw her arms around him. The sob that ripped from her throat made his stomach clench painfully, but he held her tightly to him regardless. His eyes closed again, this time to take her in - her body, the sound of her heartbeat, her scent. She was safe.

"Th-th-ank the go-gods you're h-ere!!" Her words were broken by her own breathing as she hyperventilated from the force of her sobs. He responded by hushing her and rubbing her back to try to calm her.

"Hush, liefje. I am here. Breathe." Only for a brief moment did he release her, and it was only to look her over for injuries. In the process, he wiped the fresh blood from her face to the best of his ability. "Did they hurt you? If they hurt you--"

"N-no, but they threatened it plenty. I've got a-a few scrapes from them pushing me to the ground, but I'm fine." She still sniffled and breathed unevenly, but she was trying to regulate it. "The- the farmer. They have him. Dettlaff please, we m-ust do something."

"Stay here. Remain hidden in the loft and do not move until I return." He waited for her to nod before helping her up and guiding her up the ladder so she could hide in the upper storage. If there were any other bandits about, he would do what he could to keep them away from the barn. Satisfied that she would be safe enough while he was gone, he once again disappeared from sight. The last he saw of her before departing was the confused wonder on her tear stained face.

---

It was easy to remain hidden with his abilities, but he was caught with a dilemma. As much as he wanted to tear these thugs limb from limb, should he reveal himself as a vampire, it could only lead to more trouble. The last thing he wanted was to be run out of town by an angry mob, but even less so when he knew this would affect Leonore as well. As a result, he knew he had to do this without alerting anyone of his true nature. 

He couldn't see anyone outside the farmhouse, but he knew there had to be more than just the three of them there. However, the hostages were in the most immediate danger, so he would take care of the two bandits inside and see if he couldn't lure the rest to him. Every primal instinct in him was clawing at him from inside, but he had to fight those urges for once. There wasn't time for a plan, so he instead unsheathed the dagger at his back and tried the rear entrance of the house to sneak in. The door was locked, but he bypassed it easily with a deft claw. Silently, he crept inside and made his way to the main entryway. The intruders had their backs to him.

It was a fatal mistake. 

Like a hot knife through butter, so too did his blade find its way through the side of the first man's head. The brutality of the act helped make up for the pent up anger that made him want to shred them with teeth and claws. Before the body could land on the floor, the second thug turned and went wide-eyed at his companions corpse skewered by Dettlaff's dagger. It made a sickening squelch as he pulled it free from the dead man's skull, but he was slow and methodical about removing it - he wanted this to be a display. He wanted the other to scream.

---

Sharp wails tore through the air a few short minutes after Dettlaff vanished. She knew there were seven in total, one of which he dispatched quickly in front of her and whose blood she was ensuring did not remain on her skin. There were two in the farmhouse from what she knew, but after the screaming, she watched from a hole in the wooden walls around her as the remaining four ran to the house from different parts of the property.

From what she could hear, it was over quickly.

When Dettlaff emerged from the farmhouse in his corporeal human form, he was wiping blood from a blade and sliding it into a sheath at his lower back. She hadn't noticed it earlier, though she was so terror-stricken that she hadn't noticed much of anything until she realized that it was he who had come to her aid. As soon as he began walking back to the barn, she scrambled down the ladder to meet him.

"Dettlaff!! Are you alright?!" Once again she threw her arms around him and he responded in kind. The relief he felt knowing she was mostly unharmed was earth-shattering.

"I am well. The farmer informed me of only seven, and they are gone." She could've told him that too, but fear and adrenaline had caused that important fact to slip from her mind.

"You killed all of them..?" There was a hint of apprehension in her voice, and he almost felt hesitant to answer.

"Yes," he replied firmly, and gauged her reaction. She seemed to sigh in relief.

"Good. Those bastards got what was coming to them. What of the farmer and his family? Are they okay?"

"A few injuries, but only minor. I suggested they go to town and seek Regis if they need tending."

"Thank you, Dettlaff. I don't know how you knew, but you just saved our lives." She buried her face in his neck affectionately, wanting to hold him as close as she possibly could. He didn't want to let go of her neither, nor would he. With a slight shift, he lifted her into his arms with ease and began walking back to the fence post where she'd secured her mare.

Leonore remained quiet as she sought solace in his embrace. She was clearly still shaken, so he would give her all the time she needed to feel safe again - at least, so long as she allowed him to hold her. This was too close - had he not gotten there in time, he didn't doubt she would have befallen a horrid fate. The anger that raged within him was only soothed by the sweet kisses she began pressing to his neck and jaw as he walked, but she ceased when he reached her horse, much to his chagrin. He only put her down so she could see to her steed.

"Oh, Lola! I'm so glad they didn't hurt you!" When he let her down, she pressed her face to the horse's neck. The creature was receptive to her affection and turned to press its forehead to hers, effectively bumping their heads together. Leonore gave out a joyful laugh as she gave it a scratch behind the ear. It nickered in delight.

Dettlaff was almost jealous.

"Dettlaff?"

"Hm?"

"What was it that I saw back there? In the barn, you appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, and for a moment you looked.. different."

"My natural form."

"Your..? What, so you don't always look like this?" She gestured to his everything.

"No. It is a separate form that I take to appear human."

"So you usually look more.. erm..." she trailed off, unable to find the right word for it.

"Monstrous?"

"No, feral. Wild, even. I'll never describe you as a monster, Dettlaff. Monsters are those who seek to hurt people without just cause. Those bandits were monsters, but you? You're far better than that." Her words meant a great deal to him, but before he could show her just how much, she turned to her horse and pat its rump.

"Anyway, we have to get going. I still have so much I have to do before I--"

"Wait." The vampire stepped close and pulled her to him one more time. He didn't want to let her go just yet, and he was even less inclined to do so after such a close call in regards to her safety. When he nuzzled her neck, she ran her hand through his hair. It made him want to purr contentedly.

"I have to finish my work, Dettlaff. I should be done before sundown and I'll seek you out as soon as I return home, okay?"

"You could have died, Leonore. I'll not let you go again."

As much as she wanted to protest, she couldn't help but sigh.

"But--"

"No, Leonore. Please, you should at least allow Regis to examine you.

"I'm fine." She pulled herself away and frowned up at him, but his eyes were begging her to stay.

"Dettlaff," she sighed his name like a mother would her child when tired of their antics, "I'll only be gone a few more hours. Then I'm done. I need the money if I'm going to have food for the night."

It was then that he remembered the small bundle of cloth he'd brought with food inside. He inwardly cursed himself - as soon as he'd heard the bandits, he dropped everything to go find her. After searching around a bit, he found the jug of water still intact near the mare's hooves, but the cloth that once held her food looked a little worse for wear. It was damp like something had chewed on it, and it seemed the meat had been left ignored in the dirt while there was no trace of the bread or cheese. He sighed in defeat, but at least the horse had something to eat.

"I had brought you food, but dropped it when I found that you were in trouble. It seems your horse enjoyed it instead."

"Really? You were trying to bring me food and ended up saving me instead." Her soft smile reassured him that she was feeling a bit better after her ordeal despite everything - she had an inner strength that allowed her to recover quickly from such harrowing experiences. "Well hey, Lola deserved it more than I did with all of the hard work she's done today. Thank you, Dettlaff. For everything. I owe you my life."

"You owe me nothing," he was quick to say, but she shook her head.

"Please, I don't mind being in your debt."

"It will not be necessary." He was very sure of that.

"And why is that?"

"Because I love you."

[the-record-obituaries]

May 15, 2019: Obituaries

Thomas Walker, 71

Mr. Thomas "Tommy" Smith Walker, age 71 of Hays passed away Sunday, May 12, 2019.

Funeral Services will be held 11:00 AM Saturday, May 18, 2019 at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Rodney Blake, Pastor Tommy Mikeal, Rev. Chuck Byers and Mr. Jerry Sidden officiating.  Burial will be in Mountlawn Memorial Park. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Friday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mr. Walker was born October 2, 1947 in Loudon  County, TN to Julius Smith and Virginia Bernice Shuburt Walker.   Tommy was a Deacon and Sunday School teacher at Hilltop Baptist for 40 years, member of Gideon's International for 25 years, Independent Order of Odd Fellow's International for 25 years, VFW Auxillary for 3 years, volunteered at Samaritans Kitchen for 10 years and he was a member of Hilltop Baptist Church.

In addition to his father he was preceded in death by his wife: Ann Swift Walker.

He is survived by one daughter; Julie Smith and husband Richard of Hays, two sons; Thomas Lloyd Walker and wife Tracy of North Wilkesboro, John Edward Walker and wife Evelyn of Norfolk, VA, his mother; Virginia Bernice Walker of North Wilkesboro, nine grandchildren, fifteen great grandchildren, one sister; Carolyn Foster of Roaring River, one brother; Larry Walker and wife Joyce of Knoxville, TN and caregiver and companion,; Edna Hodges of Wilkesboro.

In lieu of flowers memorials may be made to Gideon's International North Camp, PO Box 1791, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or Hilltop Baptist Church Building Fund, 161 Fairplains  Road, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or the Donor's Choice.

 William Reins, 87

Mr. William Franklin Reins died peacefully at home, Saturday, May 11, 2019.  Bill, as he was fondly known was born July 7, 1932 in North Wilkesboro, to Colonel Ralph Reins and Masie Vannoy Reins.  He is preceded in death by his brother; Richard Ralph Reins. Bill attended Wilkes County Schools and after graduation served in the Air Force for four years.  Once back home, he entered and graduated from Clevenger College of Business Administration. Upon graduation, he went to work for Lowe's Home Improvement Company, where he remained until retirement, after 30+ years of hard work and devotion.  At Lowe's Bill held the position of Director of Accounting and Assistant Treasurer.

It was during high school, that Bill met the love of his life George Lou Sprinkle.  They married in 1953 and were married for 59 years upon George Lou's death. In April of 1954, Bill and George Lou welcomed their first child, daughter, Vickie and in April of 1961 they welcomed their second child, son, Billy.

Bill was an avid golfer and fisherman.  Along with George Lou, he was also an enthusiastic traveler. Bill could always find a place to tee a golf ball and throw a fishing line.  His home at Myrtle Beach was one of his favorite places for the fishing and the wonderful neighbors that became great friends. He was a founding member of the Mountain View Ruritan Club.  Bill was instrumental in establishing the Mountain View Medical Center. He was also a charter member of the Oakwoods Country Club.

Bill was a loving husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather.  Those left to cherish his memory are; daughter Vickie and husband Jim, son Billy and wife Martha, grandson Drew and wife Ceirra, grandson Dan, granddaughter Jessica, great grandchildren Tinley and Tripp and sister-in-law Ann Kilby Dorsett.

A Graveside service will be held 2:00 p.m. Thursday, May 16,  at Mountlawn Memorial Park with Rev. Chuck Call officiating.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mountain View Ruritan Club, 5405 Mountain View Road, Hays, NC 28635.

After the graveside service, Bill's friends are invited back to the home of Vickie and Jim Murphy at 274 Sunset Drive, North Wilkesboro for cocktails and a celebration of Bill's life.

 Tommy Kennedy, 52

Tommy Ray Kennedy, age 52, of Hays, passed away Saturday, May 11, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. He was born February 9, 1967 in Wilkes County to Curtis and Brenda Stanley Kennedy. Tommy loved to ride, train, and shoe horses. He also loved the outdoors, animals, ranching and children. Mr. Kennedy was preceded in death by a daughter, Tiffany Kennedy; and a grandson, Luke Combs.

Surviving are his wife, Tina Combs; his parents, Curtis and Brenda Stanley Kennedy of Hays; daughters, Brittany Kennedy and fiancé Franklin Keys of Lenoir, Hope Ashley of Hays, Rachel Bledsoe and spouse Dean of West Jefferson; grandsons, Hunter and Noah Combs of North Wilkesboro; granddaughters, Emma Combs of North Wilkesboro, Caroline Bledsoe of West Jefferson; brother, Ken Kennedy of Hays; sister, April Edwards of Wilkesboro.

Funeral service will be held 2:00 p.m. Wednesday, May 15,  at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Billy Shepherd and Rev. John Combs officiating. Burial will follow in Piney Grove Baptist Church Cemetery.  Flowers will be accepted.                   Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

     Pallbearers will be Josh Kennedy, Franklin Keys, Randy Brown, Ryan Blackburn, Jason Cleary, Tanner Barker and Ken Kennedy.

 Joseph Owens, Jr., 84

Rev. Joseph Edward Owens, Jr., 84, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, May 11, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village.

Rev. Owens was born Monday, June 18, 1934 in Harford  County, Maryland, the son of the late Joseph Edward Owens, Sr. and Elsie Dare Marsh Owens.

Rev. Owens was a pastor at many churches in Ashe and Wilkes Counties.  He enjoyed golf and reading. He loved meeting new people and having a good conversation.

Including his parents, he was preceded in death by: a brother, William Franklin.

Those left to cherish and honor his memory include: his wife of 63 years, Ruby B. Owens; three sons, Terry Owens (Vivian) of Panama City, Florida, Mark Owens of North Wilkesboro, Greg Owens (Marsha) of Hays; one brother, Dwayne Owens (Carolyn) of West Jefferson; three grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

The family  Memorial Service was May 13, at Welcome Home Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro.  Rev. Jeff Collins   officiated.

In addition to flowers, memorials may be made to: Welcome Home Baptist Church, 132 Welcome Home Church Road,  North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Adams Funeral Home and cremation services is honored to be serving the Owens Family.

  Anna Wyatt, 79

Anna Mae Anderson Wyatt, age 79, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, May 11, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson. She was born February 16, 1940 in McDowell County, West  Virginia to Guy Robert and Edna Grimes Anderson. Anna was a member of Liberty Grove Baptist Church and retired from Carolina Mirror. Mrs. Wyatt was preceded in death by her parents; son, Rocky Vernon Wyatt; brother, Ray Anderson; and grandson, Shannon Matthew Wyatt.

Surviving are her husband, Buford Wyatt; sons, Otho Brian Wyatt and spouse Marquita, Guy Manuel Wyatt all of North Wilkesboro; daughter-in-law, Jo Ann Wyatt of North Wilkesboro; brother, Terry Anderson and spouse Janice of North Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Christopher Wyatt, Nathan Wyatt, Mandy Wyatt; and great grandchildren, Isabella Wyatt, Jaxon Wyatt, Anna Wyatt and Akansh Viren "Avy" Yadav.

Funeral service was May 14,   at Miller Funeral Chapel with Pastor David Sparks officiating. Burial followed in Liberty Grove Baptist Church Cemetery.     ice.

The family has requested no flowers. Memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice, 688 North Bridge Street, Elkin, NC 28621.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

  Barbara Brown

Barbara Jean Lambert Brown passed peacefully into her Heavenly home at the home of her daughter and son-in-love, in North  Myrtle Beach SC.

     Funeral services were May 14  with Brother Mike Key and Rev. David Dyer officiating.  Entombment was in Scenic Memorial Gardens Mausoleum.

Barbara was born March 2, 1939 to Willie (Bill) and Mabel Pauline Lambert in North Wilkesboro, NC.

Barbara shared her love of serving others by cooking, baking and through her Card Ministry.  She was a loving wife, mother, and grandmother. She worked for Glenn's Tastee Freeze for more than twenty years and loved her Glenn's family and customers. She was a member of Fairplains Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro, NC.

She was preceded in death by her parents, twin grandsons, Matthew and Michael Pau Key, sister Louise Lambert Brown and Brother Larry Lambert.

She is survived by her husband of 63 years, Billy Joe Brown, of the home. Daughter Susan Key and husband Michael of North Myrtle Beach, SC. Son, Billy Ray Brown and wife Renee of Archdale, NC. Granddaughters, Lindley Key of NY, NY and Brittany Brown of Archdale, NC. Grandson, Christopher Brown of Archdale, NC and Brothers, Donnie Lambert and wife Hazel of Westerville, Ohio, Ray Lambert and wife Fern, Kenneth Lambert of Columbus, Ohio.

The family would like to thank her care givers Barbara Moss and Carolyn Smith and Samantha Steele of Embrace Hospice, and her Living Water Baptist Church Family.

In lieu of flowers, the family request memorials to be made to Living Water Baptist Church, 1569 Hwy 9E, Longs, SC 29568, or Embrace Hospice, 1113 44th Avenue, North, Suite 300, Myrtle Beach, SC 29577.

Regenia Prevette, 71

Mrs. Regenia Cass Prevette, age 71 of Traphill passed away Friday, May 10, 2019 at her home.

Funeral services were May 14, 2019 at Christian Home Baptist Church with Rev. Chad Hendren and Brother Larry Adams officiating.   Burial was in the Church Cemetery.  

Mrs. Prevette was born May 31, 1947 in Iredell County to Florene Cass Houser.

She was preceded in death by her parents; Harvie and Chattie Cass, two sisters; Lucille Eller and Judy Cass Tanis and three brothers; Steve, Gene and Fred Cass.

She is survived by her husband; Robert Prevette of the home, two daughters; Anitra Adams and husband Jody of Wilkesboro, Gina Hincher and husband Micheal of Traphill, one son; Jason Prevette of Traphill, five grandchildren; Cole, Cassie, Brooke, Bradley and Chase, four sisters; Linda Bumgarner of Winston-Salem, Margaret Johnson of Statesville, Mary Laws of Purlear and Billie Ann Weatherman and husband Jerry of Statesville, three brothers; Gary Cass and wife Louise of Yadkinville, Marsh Cass of Wilkesboro and Odean Cass of Statesville.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Christian Home Baptist Church Cemetery, 1807 Christian Home Baptist Church Road, Traphill, NC  28685.

 Jordan Sheldon

Jordan Harris Sheldon was injured in the line of duty and passed away Saturday, May 4th, 2019 at Carolinas Medical Center.

Jordan was born March 4th, 1987 in Charlotte, North Carolina.      He attended Bethel Elementary school where he played soccer and baseball and J.N. Fries middle school. Jordan graduated from Central Cabarrus High School where he played football. Upon graduation, Sheldon decided to realize his childhood dream of becoming a police officer, and earned a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice, with a Minor in Sociology, from the University of North Carolina's Charlotte campus. He completed the Basic Law Enforcement Training Program at Central Piedmont Community  College in 2013 where he received the Marksman Award. He joined the Mooresville Police Department later that year.

Jordan was a member of the Honor Guard and served on the department's Special Response Team. In 2015, he was appointed to the K-9 unit, working with K-9 Loki. Upon Loki's retirement, Officer Sheldon took on a new K-9 partner, Ramon. He was a man dedicated to his career and took great pride in constantly doing the right thing, both on and off the job.

Jordan was known for being a good samaritan his whole life - protecting others from bullies in school, being kind to strangers, and going out of his way to help others. He carried these traits into his service as a police officer. Jordan was happy, kind, thoughtful, objective, charismatic, and easy going. He was nicknamed Officer "Smiley" and "Shelly." He was loved by everyone who knew him and always saw the best in everyone.

Jordan was preceded in death by his brother Logan Sheldon; his grandparents Paul and Rachel Johnson; his grandparents Harry and Doris Sheldon.

Jordan is survived by his mother Susan Ledford and stepfather John of Midland, NC; his father Harry Sheldon and stepmother Jeanna of Charlotte, NC; his beloved fiancee Jamie Basham of Mooresville, NC; his sister Lauren Sheldon (April) of Gastonia, NC; his brother Carson Ledford of New York, NY; his grandmother Lorene Ledford; his aunt Mona Johnson- Gibson (Tony); his aunt Paula Clubb (Donald); his aunt Vicki Woodard (Steve); his aunt Debbie Black (David); his aunt Sandra Oaks (Carl); his uncle Richard Sheldon (Beverly); his cousin Matt Holmes; his cousin Araby Boykin (Dustin); his cousin Kristen Black; his godparents Richard and Lena Gordon; his dog K-9 Officer Ramon; retired K-9 officer Loki; his dogs Rampage and Fitzgerald.

Jordan's best friend Ryan Shannon, also a K-9 police officer in Florida, will walk Jordan's retired police dog Loki at the funeral. Megan Biggers Blanchard, a lifelong friend of the family, will give the eulogy at Jordan's funeral. The family will honor Jordan during an 11 a.m. service on Friday, May 10th, 2019 at Calvary Church in Charlotte, NC.

In the coming days, there will be a memorial page set up online for those who want to tell the family about how Jordan impacted their life.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Jordan's name to JDRF or Project K-9 Hero.

Hartsell Funeral Home is serving the Sheldon family.

Online condolences may be made at www.hartsellfh.com

  Myrtle Haynes, 80

Mrs. Myrtle Beatrice Call Haynes, age 80 of Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, May 8, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village.

Graveside services were  May 11,   at Mt. Lawn Memorial Park with Rev. Allen Bouchelle and Mr. Michael Shew officiating.  

Mrs. Haynes was born July 30, 1938 in Wilkes County to George Everette and Minnie Mae Staley Call. She was a homemaker.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by three sisters; Florence Marie Love, Mary Elizabeth Williams and Margie Mitchell, and two brothers; James Everette Call and Stevenson Ray Call.

She is survived by a son; Charles Keith Haynes and wife Donna of Wilkesboro, three grandchildren; Shawn Haynes and wife Kayla, Justin Haynes and wife Penny and Danny Jones, four great grandchildren; Ollen Haynes, Nicolette Byers, Brayden Hall and Oceana Jones, two sisters; Zelma Mae Goforth and husband Bob of Wilkesboro and Sybil Mae Billings of Moravian Falls and four brothers; George Call Jr. and wife Darlene and , Dale Call and wife Christy, Wayne Call and wife Rose all of Maryland and Rex Call and wife Kathy of Wilkesboro.

Flowers will be accepted.

 Infant Miller

Laiken Reese Miller of Hays, passed away Tuesday, May 7, 2019 at Hugh Chatham Memorial Hospital. She was born May 7, 2019 in Surry County to Logan and Lauren Brewer Miller. Laiken Reese was preceded in death by her maternal grandmother, Debra W. Brewer; paternal grandmother, Vanessa Elledge; maternal great grandfather, Dean Brewer; paternal great-grandfather, B.C. Miller; and uncle, Craig Ward.

Surviving in addition to her parents are, maternal grandparents, Arnold and Donna Brewer of Hays; paternal grandparent, Gary Miller and special friend, Judy Triplett of North Wilkesboro; maternal great-grandparents, Helen (Mamaw) Wray of North Wilkesboro, Brenda (Granny) Brewer of Hays, Penny and Bonnie Wray of West Virginia; paternal great-grandparents, Martha and Ronnie Johnson, Mulberry, James and JoAnne Elledge of Mulberry, Verna Miller of North Wilkesboro; uncles, Luke Brewer, Derrick Miller, David Miller; aunts, Meghan Barker, Janine Ward, Kristen Elledge and Tara Williams.

Private graveside service will be held. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  A special thank you for all the love and support shown to us: cousin, LeAnn Ward; several other special cousins and close friends, Tina Reavis, Haley Joines, Stephanie Kingsbury, Angie Gant, Ethan Byrd, Eric Mathis and to the staff at Hugh Chatham Memorial Hospital.

[talesfromtherollingmountain]

Name: Hazel Floren

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 25

Birthday: October 20 (Sloth Day)

Sexuality: Doesn't use labels

Species: Mink (Sloth)

Devil Fruit: Allows the user to move at double speed, but given that Hazel is a Sloth, she just moves at a normal speed.

Description: Hazel is a Three-Toed Sloth Mink who stands at 4'5. She has the body of a human woman, though she's covered in a thick, coarse overcoat with a softer undercoat. Her fur color is a tawny brown with the bespectacled markings signature to a Sloth around her eyes. She wears usual hippie attire, usually in brown or earthy muted tones for both camouflage and style. She was rescued from captivity by the Revolutionary Army and was taken in, agreeing to join them because she doesn't like how the government tries to keep people from living their lives. She is not very opinionated about it, taking a much more casual approach, but still fighting for the cause against "the man." She has taken a great liking to Koala due to "solidarity."

Personality: Hazel is a very laid-back Mink, always preferring to take it easy than to get into fights, disagreements, or exert herself. She moves very slowly, only aided a bit by her Devil Fruit. The Devil Fruit allows the user to move at double speed, which, for Hazel, means she moves at about a normal human speed. She loves to get high off of Marijuana and Mushrooms, and accepts a very "peace and love" sort of lifestyle. She is very easy to get along with, and very non-judgmental. She accepts everyone at a glance, despite their appearance or even if they have distaste toward her. She is very slow to anger and slow in general.

Likes: Napping, Marijuana, Folk Music, Psychedelic Rock, Flowers, Nature

Dislikes/Fears: Not being able to live the life she wants, Debates, Arguments, Drowning, Falling

[leftsidebonfire]

Please feel free to ask me any questions about Hazel because she's so fucking cute and precious to me. Chill Sloth lady 🦥✌️

[talesfromtherollingmountain]

🏴‍☠️ Pinned Post! 🏴‍☠️

OC blog for @leftsidebonfire

OC and Canon Friendly! 🖤

⚓️ Welcome to: Tales from the Rolling Mountain! The Rolling Mountain is a beautiful pirate ship, home to Captain Eleni Santiana, and is the place where all the best come together to tell stories. All of my OCs live here on this ship, and this is the hot spot for all those who are wanderers looking to share tales and create some adventures of their own. 🍻

⚓️ I finally decided it would be fun to play around with a Sideblog for all my OC shenanigans! I'm always eager to create and talk about my little OCs for different Fandoms, so I figured this would be the easiest way to consolidate information, art, and RP.

⚓️ About The Captain: You can call me Elfie, She/Her, and I am 25 and a total dork nerd <3

⚓️ Major Fandoms include:

⚓️ One Piece, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and Dungeons and Dragons (as a whole)

OCs are always open for interaction!

🏴‍☠️ One Piece OCs

👒 Strawhat Grand Fleet: Unaek Seveer, Jocasta Erotas, Captain Eleni Santiana

💛 Heart Pirates: Vidra

🎩 Revolutionary Army: Ruth, Hazel Floren, Rose Thorn, Trygve Seveer, Phaedra, Amaryllis

🎸 Rumbar Pirates: Rhapsody

💙 Buggy Pirates: Lyra

🌟 Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OCs

🍷 Phantom Blood: Amaryllis, Vassia, Caroline, Kallias

🌠 Battle Tendency: Jocasta

🏜 Stardust Crusaders: Avidia Zeppeli, BG May

💎 Diamond is Unbreakable: BG May, Joanna Jett

🐞 Golden Wind: Tagliata Scottato

🎲 Dungeons and Dragons OCs

🧝‍♀️ Ziona (Bard), Jocasta (Rogue), Eleni (Sorcerer), Amaryllis (Monk), Phaedra (Monk), Vassia (Cleric), Juniper (Ranger), Xiamara (Fighter)

FANKIDS!

The Fankids are fun. I have both Canon and AU Fankids I've been playing with. The AU is playing around with a "What Could Have Been" or a Partner Swap AU. I love playing around with both of these, and it's awesome to mix and match. All the AU Fankids are treated as alternate universes and are just as Canon as the real ones <3

Unaek x Sanji:

Delphinium "Delphi" Pince and Liatris Prince

Unaek x Luffy

Monkey D. Ace and Monkey D. Rosie

Jocasta x Usopp

Mary Erotas

Eleni x Zoro

Roronoa Enma

Eleni x Law

Trafalgar D. Cora

...And more to come! Including the AU children!

⚓️ Final Thoughts:

⚓️ On this blog you can expect to find OC art, Fanfics, and RP opportunities! You can feel free to ask about any of these OCs you'd like. Feel free to jump in any time! DMs are open for RP plots or general fangirling, and I promise I'm not scary 😇 I am OC friendly, Canon Friendly, Self Ship Friendly, and always more than happy to talk about the little characters that live in my brain.

My One and Only Rule here? BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER, AND PARTY ON, DUDES!! 🤙

[leftsidebonfire]

Thinking about her again 🥰

NEW OC ALERT!!!!

Name: Hazel Floren

Nicknames: Haze

Age: 25

Birthday: October 20 (Sloth Day)

Sexuality: Doesn't use labels

Species: Folivora (Sloth Mink)

Devil Fruit: Speed Fruit (makes the user move at double speed, which is just normal speed for her)

Description: Hazel is a Three-Toed Sloth Mink who stands at 4'5. She has the body of a human woman, though she's covered in a thick, coarse overcoat with a softer undercoat. Her fur color is a tawny brown with the bespectacled markings signature to a Sloth around her eyes. She wears usual hippie attire, usually in brown or earthy muted tones for both camouflage and style. She was rescued from captivity by the Revolutionary Army and was taken in, agreeing to join them because she doesn't like how the government tries to keep people from living their lives. She is not very opinionated about it, taking a much more casual approach, but still fighting for the cause against "the man." She has taken a great liking to Koala due to "solidarity."

Personality: Hazel is a very laid-back Mink, always preferring to take it easy than to get into fights, disagreements, or exert herself. She moves very slowly, only aided a bit by her Devil Fruit. The Devil Fruit allows the user to move at double speed, which, for Hazel, means she moves at about a normal human speed. She loves to get high off of Marijuana and Mushrooms, and accepts a very "peace and love" sort of lifestyle. She is very easy to get along with, and very non-judgmental. She accepts everyone at a glance, despite their appearance or even if they have distaste toward her. She is very slow to anger and slow in general.

Likes: Napping, Marijuana, Folk Music, Psychedelic Rock, Flowers, Nature.

Dislikes/Fears: Not being able to live the life she wants, Debates, Arguments, Drowning, Falling