#westworldintro

[bicamerclmind]

accessing host file : // name honeysuckle mayfield...now loading

Accessing Delos Bio...

Honeysuckle "Honey" Mayfield works as a cowgirl on Sweetwater's Ranch, she's a sarcastic young woman with a thirst for adventure and will flirt her way in and out of trouble. If you're seeking an authentic cowboy experience, Honey is the girl for you whether that's a more sedate experience where she teaches you how to lasso or if you're looking for adventure did you know she was romantically entangled with an outlaw? Or that her younger sister Wisteria mysteriously disappeared sometime ago?

Accessing Further Narrative Info...

Honey's mother died while giving birth to her younger sister Wisteria, driving her father into the depths of gambling and drinking. At 18, Honey ran away taking Wisteria with her and took up ranch work to make ends meet. Some time ago, Wisteria went missing while venturing out to visit her sweetheart at the mines and Honey has been frantic with worry ever since.

Connections

Outlaw that Honey was "romantically entangled with"

Technicians etc that look after her!

Guest interactions!

Headcanons

Her horse is called Flora and she won't take any teasing

Honey is popular with the female guests if you know what I mean

Her Mama loved flowers and that's where she and her sister got their names.

Great shot

Huge soft spot for the cows will talk to them in the sweetest voice that nobody else gets to hear

#westworldintro #honey: about

[dvsperados]

CHALIDA " HEART " SRISEVOK

women who are born under a full moon, women who eat their own marrow to survive, the sun high at its morning peak burning everything it touches, bruised knees but no supplication in sight, a cruel & vindictive empathy that lashes like poison, not a mother or a daughter or a sister but something sleek and dark made out of matter. can tragedy be written into your body?

biography / connections / playlist / pinterest

chalida "heart" srisevok is a host inside westworld. as one of the older hosts in the park she's been through several storyline iterations. a runaway bride, a preacher's daughter to name a few though currently she's a worker at the saloon

known for her brusque and straightforward personality she's one of the pathways to the deeper end of the park. when you meet her initially she'll be in the saloon typically drinking or making conversation.

heart while charismatic and flirtatious has a mean judgmental streak for guests looking for a little more challenge. if you spend time talking to her you'll find she's a little softer than she initially likes to let on, still hoping to repair her fraught relationship with her sister.

if you choose to follow her out of the saloon she'll take you on a few paths. her connections with outlaws are tenuously explained that she may or may not have assisted them a few times though she won't confirm or deny this.

for guests looking for a walk on the wilder side without venturing too deeply in the darker bowels of the park heart is the woman you want. a guaranteed edge of excitement without the supposed danger of another storyline.

#westworldintro #shoutout to me for actually finishing this #her full bio is in the links best friends

[altarbled]

eaten  or  rotten.     i  am  all  mouth.

basics.

given  name.     akami  sakurai. nickname.     mimi,   aki,   give  them  some. label.     the  bloodhound. age.     thirty-one. place  of  birth.     los  angeles,   california. gender  identity.     non-binary   (   they   +   she   ). orientation.     pansexual. occupation.     outlaw  at  the  campsite. moral  alignment.     neutral   /   chaotic  evil. character  inspiration.     frankenstein’s  monster   (   frankenstein   ),   power   (   chainsaw  man   ),   pearl   (   x  film  series   ),   jinx   (   arcane   ),   libby  day   (   dark  places   ),   thomasin   (   the  vvitch   ),   anakin  skywalker   /   darth  vader   (   star  wars   ),   dani  ardor   (   midsommar   ),   rebecca   (   cyberpunk:   edgerunners   ).

background.

a  mother  dreams  of  her  child,   congealed  into  the  walls  of  her  womb.     her  poorly-shelled  little  peanut.     you  are  a  soft  thing  once   ––   indented  by  fingerprints  that  can’t  be  your  own   ––   gently  swaddled  in  jelly  that  should’ve  grown  into  muscle.     soft  like  tears  leaking  through  their  eyelids.     where  her  skin  is  weakest;   where  her  fingers  cannot  press  deep  enough  to  crack  you  open  into  her  own  hands.     you  will  be  cruel,   and  seep  through  her  belly  button  under  a  blanket  of  moonlight.     ensuring  a  mother’s  body  betrays  her.     again  and  again.     she  stops  sleeping.     her  body  swells  until  she  feels  a  heartbeat  at  the  harsh  crest  of  her  belly.

in  her  unblinking  haze,   a  man  thumbs  her  bruised  eyebags.     a  man  who  birthed  none  yet  fathers  many.     a  perfect  baby,   he  says,   who  will  perfectly  live.     you  tear  into  the  world,   instead,   blood  wetting  your  tongue  like  spit.     a  birth-bed  kills  when  delivering  you.     mottled  by  lungfuls  of  cries,   and  your  mother’s  newly  barren  body.     a  neutered  woman;   her  purpose  fulfilled.     akami  will  think  this,   meanly,   as  they  christen  a  new  knife.     you  are  heavy  in  her  arms:   a  baby  skull  harder  than  her  reedy  collarbone.     and  now  she  is  the  only  blood  you  can  share.     there  will  never  be  another  of  your  kind.     you’ve  atoned,   he  says,   for  being  born.     she  will  sleep,   and  you  will  continue  to  wake.

your  mother  cradles  you  loosely,   once  your  raven  hair  can  braid.     in  her  grip,   with  your  enfleshed  body,   you  would  fall  without  your  whitened  knuckles  clutching  tightly  at  her.     to  mewl  at  your  mother’s  feet.     those  fingers  pick  knots  from  your  hair;   too  afraid  to  scruff  you  truly.     you  leave  bite-marks  on  the  meat  of  her  palm.     your  mother  has  two  hands:   one  for  the  lord  and  the  other  for  her  own  heart.     all  that  remains,   then,   is  the  father.     who  will  find  you,   as  he  always  does,   alone  at  the  riverbank.     plopping  rocks  into  the  abyss  where  you  poured  your  friend.     the  one  who  would  lie  upon  the  mossy  ground  beside  you,   smearing  mud  on  your  cheeks,   and  scaring  away  a  pair  of  torch-lit,   glowing  eyes.     pushed  to  the  bottom  of  the  riverbed,   she  will  no  longer  see  the  stars  up  in  the  black,   night  sky.

this  father’s  eyes  glint,   looking  down  upon  you.     just  like  hers.     do  you  miss  her,   he  asks.     miss  her  how,   you  reply.     his  thumb  finds  the  unbruised,   tender  spot  on  your  forehead.     do  you  miss  her?     tears  glass  your  eyes.     no,   you  reply.     he  presses  harder  for  a  moment,   before  pulling  you  close.     his  heartbeat  rests  at  your  temple.     red  pain   /   bruised  song.     and  what  is  pain,   if  not  a  held  hand?     you  clench  your  fists  tighter;   he  starts  to  rock  you.

(   our  father  who  art  in  my  arms.   )

his  brother  sees  you,   in  a  way  you  care  little  for.     with  an  axe  in  hand,   cutting  wood  from  a  sap-soaked  tree.     there,   he says,   you  blacken  the  green  language  of  earth.     the  forest  rejects  you,   like  sacred  ground  burns  a  sinner’s  skin.     oh,   how  ungodly  the  land  makes  you.     how  the  father  chooses  his  brother   ––   toothed  shears  fray  the  string  you  linked  to  both  of  your  wrists   ––   who  wouldn’t  miss  him.     who  wouldn’t  flower  his  grave,   more  than  a  week  after  his  death.     unloved  and  unloving.     born  of  the  same  ilk,   and  he  casts  you  away  all  the  same.

his  blood  paints  the  flowing  waters,   along  with  trickles  from  your  clutched  abdomen  and  scarred  brow bone.     you  allow  it  to  leak,   to  touch  his  dead  lips  somewhere  along  the  river’s  trail.     in  the  afterlife,   he  will  drink  wine  in  remembrance  of  you.     a  parting  gift  from  daughter  to  father.     he  will  not  return  to  dust,   but  to  the  empty  fish  stomachs  that  once  bore  a  hunger  called  our  own.

#westworldintro #death mention // #body horror // #emotional abuse mention // #kinda? #unhealthy parental relationship basically #my father is the worst man & i am his favourite daughter vibes #if there are mistakes no there are not 💕

[cattywxmpus]

APPLICATION.

( michael cimino, male, he/him ). welcome to westworld, SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ AMATO. you have been programmed to look like you are TWENTY-FOUR years old, and to operate as a PICKPOCKET in the park. you have a bit of a reputation as the ARTFUL DODGER, and are programmed to be PLAYFUL and ADAPTABLE, but also RECKLESS and NEEDY. sometimes, people say you remind them of JJ MAYBANK (OUTER BANKS), HUCKLEBERRY FINN (ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN), TIM RIGGINS (FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS). if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be “STUPID THINGS HAVE GOOD OUTCOMES ALL THE TIME. I WANNA LIVE NOT JUST SURVIVE.” it is rumoured that you – A HOMELESS VAGABOND WHOSE MOTHER GAVE HIM TO THE RANCH AS A TEENAGER TO PAY OFF A DEBT WHERE HE WORKED FOR AWHILE THEN RAN AWAY. HE HAS BEEN TAKEN UNDER THE WING OF AN OUTLAW WHO IS THE CLOSEST THING HE’S EVER HAD TO A PARENT. A CRAFTY PERSON WHO COMMITS MINOR CRIMES, DEFTLY EVADES OBSTACLES AND THE LAW, IS CONSTANTLY COMING UP WITH WAYS TO GET OUT OF DIFFICULT SITUATIONS CAUSED BY RECKLESS ADVENTURES AND THE IMPULSIVE (ALSO CONSTANT) NEED TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. we hope you can entertain the guests!

GENERAL.

full name: sebastian gabriel amato

nicknames: bash, zebby, baz

gender / pronouns: cis male, he/him

age / birthday: twenty-four, dec 2nd

orientation: pansexual

occupation: pickpocket

location: sweetwater

faceclaim: michael cimino

strengths: funny, clever, adaptable, playful, adventurous

weaknesses: reckless, needy, impulsive, rebellious, obnoxious

character inspo: jj maybank (outer banks), carl gallagher (shameless), huckleberry finn, tim riggins (friday night lights), jasper fahey (shadow & bone), jesse pinkman (breaking bad), jayne cobb (firefly), charlie kelly (always sunny), aladdin (aladdin)

pinterest: coming soon

playlist: coming soon

BIOGRAPHY.

programmed originally to be the child of one of the working families on the ranch, reprogrammed later after several accidents in which his parents, him, and/or the ranch was wiped out and he was given a new narrative in the current storyline which has been consistent several years or more now.

born to a poor family, bash doesn't remember either of his parents very well. he was sold to the ranch at a young age to pay off a debt where they raised him up to work for them.

bash wasn't too keen on sticking around the ranch as he got older, not a fan of the constant monotonous work day in and day out even though they provided decent food and shelter.

at a young age he ran off and ended up on the streets of sweetwater, doing whatever he could to survive day to day by pickpocketing guests and residents and committing other petty crimes.

he was taken under the wing of an outlaw who is the closest thing to a parent he's ever known and is incredibly loyal to them

they have a close friendship with another pickpocket who they grew up with and have remained best friends with as long as they can remember.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

friends, they can be hosts, employees, guests you name it

crushes and people he flirts with

people who've caught him or turned him in for stealing

those he's stole from

regular guests who like to go on adventures

those he annoys for the fun of it all

rivals either in law or crime or personality

HEADCANONS.

is best friends with the other pickpocket josie, they spent a lot of years together and often work together to bring in more loot - they have a special spot they meet up if they ever get seperated

when he first got to the ranch it was matteo hernandez that took it upon himself to look after him in an effort to give him some stability, later lux joined in - after he died and lux disappeared, bash ran off, unwilling to stay there on his own and not knowing how to process the emotions that came with those events

has a special place he meets up with lux as often as they can

doesn't like to sleep alone and is scared of the dark but he'd never admit either out loud

#bash— intro #westworldintro

[zahrashirazi]

( golshifteh farahani, cis woman, she/her ). welcome to westworld, ZAHRA SHIRAZI. your employee card states that you are 36 years old, and that you have been working for delos as a NARRATIVE TECHNICIAN for FIVE YEARS. you have a bit of a reputation as the FRUSTRATED ARTIST. employees know you to be FLEXIBLE and INNOVATIVE, but also PESSIMISTIC and ENVIOUS. sometimes, people say you remind them of CHARLIE KAUFMAN (ADAPTATION), GERMAIN (DANS LA MAISON), or CHRISTOPHER MOLTISANTI (THE SOPRANOS). if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be “READ. BE A GUEST IN OTHER WORLDS.” here’s hoping you enjoy your time here!

Basic information

Name: Zahra Leila Shirazi

Nickname(s): Z, TBD

Age: 36

Gender: cis woman (she/her)

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Occupation: Narrative Technician at Westworld

Nationality: American

Religion: Currently unsettled (raised Muslim)

Class: Solidly middle.

Place of birth: Albany, New York, U.S.

Faceclaim: Golshifteh Farahani

Physical description

Height: 5'8

Build: slim-to-average, slightly curvy.

Distinguishing marks: assorted freckles

Hair colour: Brunette

Hair style: Long, wavy-to-curly, often tied back or worn up

Eye colour: Brown

Clothing: Soft, thick fabrics, dark colours (circa season 1-era Shiv Roy)

Scent(s):  Cinnamon, clove, a faint whiff of laundry detergent at all times

Accent: Crisp, American, slightly difficult to place.

Wanted Connections:

BABE, THERE'S SOMETHING MAGIC ABOUT YOU: A host that Zahra finds herself unusually drawn to. She usually thinks of those she writes for as being bland and uninspiring, but there's something different about this one. It could be attraction between them, a weird, semi-delusional kind of friendship, or even the stirrings of sentience in this host. Whatever it is, Zahra finds herself compelled to try to write better and better storylines for this person, seeing how far she can push the stereotypes set by Westworld.

LOATHING, UNADULTERATED LOATHING: Someone Zahra works with who she doesn't get along with at all. Maybe they chew gum too loudly at the desk next to her, or maybe she's a little jealous of their talent. They've been locked in rivalry with her for a while now, with each player doing what they can to sabotage or disrupt the other person's work. This could be through copying or erasing storylines if the other person works in narrative, or pushing the hosts to their limits of humanity if the rival works in behaviour or quality.

SO IT SEEMS THAT WE HAVE MET BEFORE: Someone who met Zahra before she started working at Westworld, and who she uses as a kind of escape from the rigours of its culture. Maybe they're a college buddy who struck it rich and now visits as a guest, or even a fan of Zahra's (obscure, badly-received) work as a writer.

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND: A guest who likes Zahra's writing in particular and asks her for increasingly customized plots, characters, or other story elements. She finds it slightly confining having her creative juices squeezed quite this hard, but they put in a good word for her when she satisfies them, so she's willing to put up with it. Maybe their demands get increasingly outlandish or hard to write as the relationship grows, or maybe the two get to liking each other, via talking about stories so much.

#westworldintro #about #(Wanted to get something up! More on personality and history to come soon!)

[drummerscul]

ACCESSING DATA...

PENELOPE 'PENNY' PAN ;

guest | drummer for the hex girls | 27

welcome to westworld, PENELOPE 'PENNY' PAN. your guest pass states that you are TWENTY-SEVEN years old, and that you are visiting westworld for a break from your job as DUMMER IN A ROCK BAND. you have a bit of a reputation as the REBEL, and are known to be RESOURCEFUL AND CREATIVE, but also INSECURE AND BRASH. sometimes, people say you remind them of WYNONNA EARP (WYNONNA EARP), APRIL LUDGATE (PARKS AND RECREATION), ELENOR SHELLSTROP (THE GOOD PLACE) AND . if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be "THE SMELL OF NIGHT, INHALING STARS". here’s hoping you enjoy your stay!

BIOGRAPHY ;

full bio here

penny was adopted when she was around ten.

music has always been her passion, so she created the hex girls with a group of two other girls. became pretty successful. she loves being the drummer and she also writes some songs.

brash, has no filter, likes to play up the 'weird' factor.

wears all black and gray colors.

adopted sibling works as an employee for westworld.

this will be her first time going to the park. is looking forward to the group

#westworldintro #&intro #kinda lame buttttt here she issss

[g0dcountry]

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TELL A STORY / THAT HAS REAL PEOPLE IN IT?

named: nasrin attal. meaning: nasrin, meaning wild rose⸺a name befit for such a spindly & prickled woman / attal, deriving from the arab word "attâl" meaning porter. nicknamed: nas, reenie⸺responds well to neither. age: forty. date of birth: september 16th. place of origin: johannesburg, south africa. orientation: unlabelled. occupation: narrative & design department head. may appear in westworld as: that whisper of the wind, a travelling oracle. paralells: lilico ( helter skelter ), laura palmer ( twin peaks: fire walk with me ), catherine tramell ( basic instinct. )

tw for the following content: childhood trauma, religious trauma, abandonment. you had always been a spindly little rose,   luscious from first glance but when people were close enough to touch you they could feel that dry,  hollowness you exude even now.  even with a pink teddy perpetually tucked beneath an arm you were still all teeth. you wear black looking like death incarnate and yet you’ve always got a hymnal tucked into the side of your cheek.  through all your wretchedness,  you are still holy,  from where you’re standing at least.   after all no monster would ever deem itself as such,  you are turned inside out,  sure,  but it is merely your nature.

your guardians were the ones to turn you, aren't they?  they worshipped the man you would learn to hate and that made you unworthy.   your father counted you as a one-off only to be made a god among men,   had only his followers known they had played their hand in making him unjust.   your father becomes a holy man and all the while you are the standing relic of the man he was before he was elected into the mechanical pulpit.   the dark eyed maim,  the bastard.  you were raised in a cage,  not because you deserved it but because your mother had no other choice than to protect you from what resided beyond that gilded enclosure.  in time,   you would undo the lock,  and further,  you would learn to seize what lie just beyond reach of your confines. 

you were fifteen the last you saw your father,   and you were twenty when he became a myth. you don't know it just yet but that man would go on to be a monster, or something worse, a god. terrible and ordinary just like any other deity. still, you follow him⸺just close enough to keep the fraying string that bound you to him in tact. part zealot, part denouncer, you happen upon the new world as the other of those who know of him. there is no god to command you, no mechanical gospel to sway you⸺no⸺but you still believe in stories. that's what you think when your father dies, he'd outlived his own myth and you were to inherit his godhood. as it happened, the path of divinity held the same inertia as the narrative he spun: the end started once it all began, and you too are drunk off the piety of the story. tell me, how will this end?

#westworldintro #﹠⠀ ⠀ 𝐍. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐋 ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀intro #she only knows everything because she is the lore keeper

[hcndhunter]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 warren fuchs , 41 — head of forensics

I'd know you by the state of your hands. my fellow employees know me to be chivalrous and purposeful, but also opportunistic and sly. — “EVERY BULLET WILL BE FIRED IN DUE TIME. LOVE, EVERY BELIEF GROWS TEETH TO CHEW YOU."

— FILED UNDER › history

this story is haunted by a man whose face is a bullet's reflection of your own. whose hands are as knobbed as a tree, and as strong as a swinging axe. he is a boy two years ahead of you in age, and you carry him with you hidden in a pack of cigarettes ten years past his thirtieth. it is a mirror most days, an invocation on others.

what happened before doesn't matter. history is a winding road that leads to a yawning canyons as bored as a feline's gaze. it does you no good to dwell on something already forgotten. it does you more harm to think about what it is you could do to fix it.

in this way, you are awfully bad at your job. you are hired to pry into the crevices of man's heart and understand why and how the cards have fallen as they do, but these folks — these god machines — are no men. they are tools made to be inspected. examined. taken apart. their lives are nothing more than immaculate tragedies woven into something nearly indistinguishable from truth. they are not flesh and blood and you are no longer are blinded by uncertainty.

so yes there is a crime scene and there are bodies filled by poisonous lead, but none of them matter as much as the one you've already buried.

— FILED UNDER › history

warren won't talk about it but I will. he used to work for the FBI, specifically in solving missing person cases. blah blah blah it's because his brother went missing when they were younger and he vowed to do whatever it takes to find him blah blah blah, we've heard this story before.

what he does not and will never talk about is how he did find him, and afterward helped keep him hidden. he went as far as faking his brother's death, mourning him for a period of one (1) year, and then quit his job because "his loss was too much." let's be so fucking fr. this man followed his brother wherever he went until he actually ended up dying.

he didn't kill him. he knows who might have, but he can't do anything about it either. because that's the thing about warren, he can wait a lifetime but perfect timing only ever happens once in a blue moon, and while his hands are good for shooting, his eyes have never been the same since the scales fell off.

worked mostly as a private detective after quitting the fbi, but also took on odd jobs here and there when the situation called for it.

he was head-hunted by ??? to work as the head of forensics two years ago.

— FILED UNDER › wanted connections

we are walking backwards into our own myth - (guest/employee) simply put, you killed / were involved with his brother's death. he doesn't want to remember, and so he doesn't, but you just can't let sleeping dogs lie if they're tempting enough to anticipate the bite.

I've never known anyone like you - he's never had a sister before and he doesn't believe it'd have changed anything, but he wonders and this wondering has lead him to you. open to hosts (even though he doesn't believe they are real, but it could make for an interesting dynamic).

you've got my head, but I know your hands - (employee) you recruited him. i'd like for them to have had a history that stretches beyond Westworld Mesa Hub, but open to other ideas!

this is a strange repeating occurrence - (guest) you more than anyone seem to have the worst luck with abnormal host behavior. fret not, warren is here to help. he can't say that there are favorites, but you may have a chance at being his.

once this belonged to me - (host) you are the cause of his understanding that hosts are not real. they are not human. they never can be. what happened? a man at the edge of desperation, ready to delude himself, and you have brought him back to his senses.

there are more but my brain is out of cells and so I must depart for now.

#westworldintro

[cattywxmpus]

APPLICATION.

( andrew lincoln, cis man, he/him ). welcome to westworld, WYATT NICHOLS. you have been programmed to look like you are FIFTY-FOUR years old, and to operate as a MAYOR in the park. you have a bit of a reputation as the PAPA WOLF, and are programmed to be CHARISMATIC and WARM, but also OVERPROTECTIVE and STUBBORN. sometimes, people say you remind them of MUFASA (LION KING), EDDARD STARK (GAME OF THRONES), RICK GRIMES (THE WALKING DEAD). if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be “I BELIEVE IN LOVING WITH YOUR WHOLE SOUL AND DESTROYING ANYTHING THAT WANTS TO KILL WHAT YOU LOVE. THAT’S IT. THAT’S ALL THERE IS.”  it is rumoured that you – FORMER SOLDIER TURNED LAWMAN THEN EVENTUALLY MAYOR WHEN HE HELPED WIPE OUT MAJOR CRIME IN THE AREA. HE GREETS GUESTS WITH STORIES, FUNNY ONE LINERS, FATHER LIKE ADVICE, HELPS CATCH BANDITS, CAN HOST  ROMANTIC NARRATIVES, AND MOST OF ALL PROTECTS HIS DAUGHTER. we hope you can entertain the guests!

GENERAL.

full name: wyatt james nichols

nicknames: wy, mayor

gender / pronouns: cis male, he/him

age / birthday: fifty-four, jan 1st

orientation: heterosexual

occupation: mayor

location: sweetwater

faceclaim: andrew lincoln

strengths: charismatic, warm, dedicated, diplomatic, honorable

weaknesses: overprotective, stubborn, judgmental, nosy, possessive

character inspo: mufasa (lion king), eddard stark (game of thrones), rick grimes (the walking dead), eric taylor (friday night lights), obi-wan kenobi (star wars), derrial book (firefly), james gordon (the dark night/batman)

family: ginny nichols (daughter)

pinterest: coming soon

playlist: coming soon

BIOGRAPHY.

one of the first hosts made after the original batch was destroyed, wyatt has been in rotation for two decades or more.

born to a pioneer family who took advantage of the longhorn cattle left behind after the louisiana purchase, wyatt was the oldest of five and was taught from the start that family, community, and hard work were everything which has stuck with him his entire life

when he was old enough, he joined the union army and fought against the confederacy. when the war ended, he became a sheriff in sweetwater - helping to clean up crime that had plagued the town at the time

he did such a good job, they named/elected him to be mayor and he's held the role ever since.

wyatt was a young man, tired from the war and weary from the losses he experienced during it all. he sought out affection to cure his loneliness and quickly fell in love with a beautiful woman.

not long after they married, their first child was on the way and he fell in love all over again when his daughter ginny was born. he swore to never let anything hurt her.

his wife left not long after ginny was born for reasons to be determined. he was heartbroken, but he had ginny to think about and a town to run so that is what he focused on.

later he ended up further heartbroken when he discovered his wife had joined the very outlaws wyatt worked so hard to protect the city from

in order to protect ginny from the seeing the mother who abandoned them both and keep her safe from criminals coming to hurt their town - he tries to send her away from town or hide her inside whenever the outlaws come through or things heat up

all he wants in life is to keep his family and the town safe, happy, and prosperous.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

outlaws, criminals in town trying to ruin his day or that he can help the law arrest

regular guests that come to visit him for nearly any reason

estranged wife (see wc on main)

someone trying to romance his daughter

sibling(s)

town friends

HEADCANONS.

loves to tell stories and is quick to offer a cheesy joke wherever he can insert them.

tries to welcome incoming guests/new hosts to town whether they are there to see him or not.

regularly meets with the behavior & diagnostics employee (as a guest) that originally worked on him

more coming soon

#wyatt— intro #westworldintro