Name: Santiago Montoya
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nativity: Hispanic - Mexican descent.

Description: Santiago, as stated above, is a man of Hispanic, or, to be more specific, Mexican, descent. He stands at a good 6'1 or so, with a physique built from years of hard labour, constantly moving about, and tough times. His face is tanned by the unforgiving sun of the West, with well-defined cheekbones, and a handsome jawline that is said to be able to bite through bullets. A scuffle of a beard dusts over the lower portion of his face, cleaned and occasionally cut with an old, yet well-sharpened razor.

Occupation: Former Outlaw, now full-time Bounty Hunter/Wanderer.

Biography: This is shrouded in mystery, although some law enforcers do wonder. It is just known, on the dusty trail, that Santiago was born somewhere in Mexico, where he grew up in a gang, got into trouble with the law, and became an Outlaw that rode through the West, hijacking trains, killing, and looting. Eventually, when he was caught, he escaped using some sleight-of-hand tricks, and went right back to crime - until he hijacked a train that held his birth father and mother. They recognized him, easily, as he had ran away from home at a young age. Although he, confused and horrified, escaped the train and rode away on his trusty steed, that brief stare between horrified parental figures, and a grizzled criminal, put him on a...straighter path. Definitely not a good one. Hanging up his Outlaw ways for the life of the Bounty Hunter, Santiago has long since been on the dusty trail, putting fear in the hearts of every criminal, as he took different Bounty Hunting notices and missions with no hesitance.

Personality: To be revealed, if that's okay.

Talents/Flaws: Santiago has some of the quickest hands, and sharpest eyes in the Wild West. A crackshot with a wide variety of weapons - more noticeably his two revolvers, and a sawed-off shotgun, once Santiago has you in his sights...you'd better duck and roll, despite it not doing you any good. A victim and winner in many a bar brawl, he is also a skilled hand-to-hand combatant, used to using his environment, and his trusty combat knife, whenever using his guns aren't the answer. Finally, as a former outlaw, Santiago is highly used to things such as high-speed horseback riding, sneaking around, throwing and defusing dynamite, and generally outlawish behavior. This has also made him calm and focused under pressure, and he adapts to things quickly.

Flaw-wise, Santiago isn't a people's person. He'd rather shoot somebody to make them talk, rather than slowly disarming them through sleight of words, and this can easily get him in trouble with others. Similarly, the man's god awful at cooking, and usually sticks to roasting things over a fire and hoping the inside gets warm enough to eat. Generally, anything that requires a soft hand and a patient heart, Santiago doesn't fool with, and would much rather be on the trail, blazing through the dirt on Diablo - his steed, rather than gardening, or whatever soft people do these days. He's surprisingly good at guitar, and enjoys playing it at night, when no one's around, to soothe his nerves.

NAME— "Lady" Rampinella Raphaela Rose (Lady Rose to strangers, Rose or Ella to her friends)
AGE— 26
GENDER— Female
OCCUPATION— Proprietor of the Sandy Rose Saloon
BIO— Lady Rose arrived in Sand Flats at the tender age of sixteen as part of a traveling circus. She caught the eye of the then-proprietor of the Sandy Rose, charming her way into his heart as part of the showgirl chorus at the time, and one night he jokingly said she deserved to run the place with a name like that. She got ideas, and better than that, she had plans. After staying in town for two weeks with the circus, she managed to charm her way into the heart of the old, childless man, and three years later when he finally bit the dust, she swept in with a copy of his will naming her the new owner of the Sandy Rose. Needless to say, that caused quite the scandal.

Now, ten years later, Lady Rose has (mostly) wormed her way into the fabric of small town society, especially those who frequent her saloon, the only one in town. Not only is she the proprietor, but frequently participates in the weekly shows she puts on. She's a shoulder to cry on or a rump to gaze after for many, but few people know the real Rose under the flirty wink and cheeky smile. No one knows who her parents were, why she joined the circus (or left it, for that matter), or if that's even her real name.
PERSONALITY—
Rose is, when you first meet her, incredibly charming. It's been her livelihood since she was twelve; she can charm the socks off a grizzled old cowboy if you give her enough time. She's beautiful, she's confident, and she uses both of those things to her advantage—not to mention she controls your liquor. She's raunchy, crass, and sarcastic; who knows if there's anything different underneath the show she presents to the world?
TALENTS—

• charming; looks good in just about anything
• good liar
• excellent gambler, likely to cheat
• agile, due to her circus background
• good horsewoman; she can still pull off some circus tricks~
• master of throwing knives; she was the knife girl in the circus
• can hold her liquor; she runs a saloon, for god's sake

FLAWS—

• has alienated 99% of the religious people in town
• can throw a punch, but beyond that she's useless in a hand-to-hand fight
• can shoot a pistol, but not well, and any other firearms are beyond her
• pretty damn greedy; always looking to make an extra buck
• somewhat...lax morals
• physically weaker than most men

Age: 29
Gender: Female

Appearance: Naturally 5’7” though a bit taller with her boots on, Sheriff Jackson certainly knows how to keep her chin held high. Her long, slightly curled blonde hair, slender figure, and soft face and lips conjure up a considerably convincing illusion of a typical easy-on-the-eyes girl who should just stay in the kitchen and let the men do their work. However, her piercing electric blue eyes reveal the firm and self-reliant woman she is underneath. As part of her sheriff uniform, Charlotte is usually seen during the day wearing a navy-blue, shady hat, a blouse and tie covered by a dark jacket, and a long ankle-length skirt that matches her hat and jacket. Her fingers and neck are devoid of jewelry, though she typically wears a pair of hoop earrings made from brass. She puts only the bare minimum amount of makeup on her face (not that she needs much of it anyway) because she may very well end up sweating it off anyway.

(Everything I tried to find online was a cheesy and overly-sexy Halloween costume so I had to get creative.)

Occupation: New sheriff in town!

Bio: Charlotte was born on the eighth of August to Matilda and Henry Jackson, who were wealthy landowners in a decently large town called Arden. Despite being spoiled as a child, Charlotte very quickly grew bored of the life she lived, consisting largely of staying indoors and doing any lifeless activity you could think of, like cooking, cleaning, and fanning herself. The worst part of it all was that she was a woman, meaning she didn’t go to school, she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere on her own; she basically couldn’t do anything. Her only sources of knowledge were her father, who instructed her basic arithmetic, and her housekeeper Shirley who taught her street skills, if she ever needed them. She felt as though she were counting down the days until she became a housewife.

Well one day, at the age of seventeen, she decided she wasn’t going to live such a life. She woke up early one morning, packed her things, said goodbye to Shirley who agreed to keep her running away a secret, grabbed one of the horses from the stable and rode off without a trace. She ended up riding into a neighboring town and ended up sleeping in a ranch’s barn because she didn’t want her face being seen at the inn. The youngest son of the ranch owners stumbled upon her horse and sleeping figure the next morning. After asking her about her origins, the boy, also seventeen, agreed to help keep Charlotte a secret and let her stay in the barn until she figured out another place to go. Every day, the boy would bring her some of his meals, and occasionally would teach her skills mostly only men knew, such as handling and firing a gun, hunting, a bit of farming, and even lassoing.

And, of course, the two fell in love. After Charlotte had been hiding in the barn for a year, the two of them decided to run away together to a town where they could have a fresh start together and where no one would be looking for them. They gathered all their necessities and left, traveling for five days straight until arriving at a town neither of them had heard of. Despite still being quite young, they managed to settle down there and get a bit of land they could work. Everything was going smoothly, until two years later. One night, when they had agreed upon starting to try for a baby, a band of outlaws raided the town and ended up killing Charlotte’s love. Heartbroken and depressed, Charlotte left her home once again and roamed the land, feeling much like a lost cause. One day, arriving in the town of Sand Flats, she came across another band of outlaws who had taken the sheriff of the town hostage. Feeling the need to revenge her husband more so than the need to be a hero, Charlotte managed to drive away the bandits but unfortunately without being able to save the former sheriff’s life. In order to compensate for his death, Charlotte confronted the townsfolk and asked to be the new replacement. While the portion of the population with Y-chromosomes weren’t so thrilled about this, they all had a tinge of respect for this enigmatic woman who, although she couldn't save the sheriff, saved the town… And she was really the only one willing to do it. Nobody knows her whole story though…

Personality: Guhhh. I think I’ll leave this one blank. No fun spoiling a surprise! :)

Talents: Cooking, hunting, riding a horse, handing a gun, farming, surviving.
Flaws: People skills, handling disputes, handling too much pressure.

NAME: The Interloper. Shelly.
AGE: Estimated from voice, 40's.
GENDER: Appears to be a male.

APPEARANCE: Shelly is dressed like any other common adventurer slash bandit that appears on the dry deadlands of the west. Perhaps his most unique, and bizarrely intriguing feature is his semi-realistic skull mask. It appears to be made of solid materials, perhaps the working of Indian magicians. There are holes in the place of the skull's eye sockets that channel Shelly's odd gleaming eyes.

He always wears his long scarlet scarf and carries his two trusted pistols in the leather holsters, criss crossed around his hips. His boots are leather black and smudged with dust and burnt blood.

OCCUPATION: Mercenary, Lone Adventurer.

BIO: Shelly journeyed from the far eastern borders looking for the fabled royal crest hidden somewhere in the western deserts. He stopped by a friendly looking town to rest his weary lungs, and troubled mind, feed his lust for a drink. A damsel's warm insides. (Much to be revealed through flashbacks)

PERSONALITY: TBR.

TALENTS:
Killing People.
Surviving Harsh conditions.
Plays a piano like a boss.
Master Gunslinger.

FLAWS:
Talking to people.
Drinking and sex addict.
Unable to to remove his mask so he looks like a complete douchebag indoors.

NAME:Johnny Wu
AGE:36
GENDER:Male

APPEARANCE: Average height. A bit Muscular. Hair reaching his chin level. Dark brown eyes. Nothing special or odd about him, except for the Chinese look he has,from his cloths to his face. He wears a common western jacket but with a Chinese touch. Carries a two barrel rifle and a short Chinese sword. Rarely takes his hat off.

OCCUPATION: Former priest. A Mercenary. ( accepting lawful and clean jobs. Nothing outlaw or unethical.)

BIO:Johnny was born and raised in the Wild West. A single son to his western Father and Chinese mother. His Father was a ranch owner, his mother is a retired merchandise dealer. When he grew he grew under the wing of god, his father was very religious unlike his mother. He became a priest at the age 21. But thought it wasn't enough. He didn't believe in god, Heaven or Hell. So he became a Mercenary for the government. Hunting down maggots. Bandits. Thieves. He thought about being in the law force or becoming a bounty hunter. He never stayed in one place or one job for a long time. Only a brief time. But not for long.

PERSONALITY: Johnny isn't much of a talker, he is always the quite one in the room. Attending to his own business. Not minding others, rarely befriend someone truly. Doesn't really give a shit about others. Unless it was about life or death.

TALENTS: Good with a sword.
Can be very stealthy.
Slight of hand.
Good aiming.

FLAWS: Heavy drinker.
Smoke Addict
Scared of heights.

NAME: Archibald "Archie" Hersker

AGE: 28 (Up Coming 29th Birthday)

GENDER: Male

OCCUPATION: Undertaker/Mortician

BIO: Born back east, Archie was raised in a family of critically acclaimed coffin makers and morticians, The Herskers. Known nationally and far abroad as the makers of quality caskets, coffins, shrouds and urns. From a young age Archie had grown hand in hand with death, he saw bodies come in and out of his father's workshop, going to the adjoined morgue to be embalmed, explaining why he always smelt like chemicals as a child. However once he became 13, he was brought into family business proper and went about proving himself as a master at shaping wood; more and more people came in asking for his workmanship and he gladly made their caskets. However people suddenly stopped coming to him after finding out he had no formal education in the field of carpentry. He took two years off to train as an apprentice in the Boston Guild of Carpenters, got a fellowship and graduated with honors, though upon coming home, he found his position taken. In a flurry of yells and finger pointing, he packed up his bags with his tools and his money and he stormed out of the Hersker estate, this was when he was 20.

He spent two more years of his life working freelance, slowly but surely - and unwittingly - going further and further west, until one day he found himself in Sand Flats, a descent enough town. But he noticed it was missing something, well two things, a hospital and and a mortician. He smiled to himself and bought a plot (plot 8) and has been happily working there for coming up 7 years now, making coffins and caskets for dead citizens and downed outlaws alike.

Though he has made himself comfortable in the dusty town, he is somewhat out of place, too well mannered, too clean looking; he attracts a lot of attention walking through town, "that city slicker..." he hears mumbled behind his back or, "that odd feller." he hates it, but he has to live with it.

PERSONALITY: For being in the line of work he is in, he's a rather chipper individual, not the constantly depressed downer one would expect to be a mortician. If met in the middle of the street he often gives a smile or tips a hit, giving polite greetings and 'how do ya do's. Apart from that he's a charismatic individual, his big city way of talking and flawless smile making woman swoon, he enjoys doing so but never found the opportune moment to get hitched to a lady. He also loves being sarcastic, he doesn't even need to talk to be so, usually playfully obnoxious in his mannerisms, one can't help smiling when he does something backhanded. Though he is approachable most of the time, when provoked enough his mood shifts violently.

TALENTS:
- Carpentry, it's part of the job.
- Sewing, someone's gotta make the interiors.
- Sizing People Up, whether they be dead or alive.
- Persuasion, his devilish charm doesn't just work on the ladies.
- Melee Weapons, years of using hammer.
- Keeps calm, except when he's not calm.
- AMAZING COOK.

FLAWS:
- Inept with long-arms, slightly better with handguns.
- Violent mood-swings.
- Can sometimes be cocky and accept stupid bets.
- Fairly selfish.
- Sensitive eyes, sudden flashes don't go well with him.

NAME:
Simion Lothrop

AGE:
27

GENDER:
Male

APPEARANCE:


OCCUPATION:
Drugstore Owner

BIO:
Simion Lothrop is the current owner of the Sand Flats Drugstore and has been for some six months. The previous owner suddenly left town one evening with hardly a word to anyone, but not before selling the store to its current proprietor Mr Lothrop who on the whole has been somewhat elusive and has spent much time away from the town. He employs Doctor Alfonso Swartzlander, an elderly German physician to run the general day to day business of the store. Two weeks ago Simion also purchased a house in the town (plot 14, if it is free) and has officially made the town his place of permanent residence.

His past is relatively complicated and filled with misfortune, beginning with the death of his mother to a sickness when he was 14, followed two months later by the murder of his father by cattle rustlers. With little idea of what to do the boy took what valuables he could and tried to find a place in the world, finding little success at any stage, he learnt at least something with each failure or loss. By 20 he had been everything from a petty criminal to a conman, even having once attempting a stagecoach robbery with a pair of accomplices (who were both subsequently killed in the failed attempt) as well as having held many menial work positions for short amount of times. As the years went by he has been amongst other things a prospector, caravan guard, trader and even a pony express messenger. His life has been a steep learning curve with little relief, bad luck seeming to have followed him - that was until about seven months ago at least. Simion's luck seems to have changed and now he finds himself in a position of moderate wealth and some prestige in what could be called an up and coming town on the frontier.

PERSONALITY:
To be revealed.

TALENTS:
Silver tongued - Simion has much experience at trying to talk his way out of difficult situations, sometimes he is successful, sometimes he is not.
Quick and Jumpy - Simion is usually on edge even when everything seems fine, more so out of habit and again from experience. Good reactions and a dash of paranoia have saved him on more than one occasion.
Knowledgeable - Over the last few years Simion has focused himself on slightly more 'academic' pursuits becoming familiar with a great many subjects.
Nine Lives - Simion has been shot twice, stabbed four times and beat half to death on numerous occasions just to mention a few incidents. Against the odds he is still quite alive.

FLAWS:
Gambler - Simion loves to gamble and has a lot of experience at losing it all. He rarely wins, but when he does it is all the sweeter.
Addictive personality - Currently addicted to cocaine, heroin, morphine and opium to name a few. Of course he drinks and smokes often, each of these 'remedies' doing little for his health.
Terrible shot - Simion has learnt to avoid guns, overall being a pretty awful shot. It's not that he can't hit a target, it just usually takes him quite a few attempts to do so.

NAME: Ricardo Santos y Villega AKA Santos AKA The Butcher of Acapulco
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: (I know, it's cheating)
OCCUPATION: Evil Landlord Major pain in the ass Businessman and mining prospector, Former Spanish Navy Marine
BIO: Ricardo was born as a humble son of a farmer in rural Spain. He enlisted the Navy marines to earn a living and see the world, and because of a heartfelt belief on his king and country. However, after spilling his blood on the beaches of half of the world one too many times, he realized that his effort would only net him a meager veteran wage in an ever-dwindling empire, corrupt and aged. After his first term, he rounded up some of his former comrades in arms and set for the new world, in order to build himself a haven for his retirement and those who served alongside him. The turns of fate led him to Sand Flats, and the rumours of gold beneath, and he quickly made his move by acquiring land deeds(and not always with clean methods). He controls some artisan subterranean water wells and he's using the drought to milk the rest of the town out of their gold.

PERSONALITY: Polite, cultured and well mannered, one can find Santos as a man of wealth and taste that enjoys talking about a wide variety of subjects, and he has a good sense of humour. He carries himself with an air of confidence and charisma which inspires those who work under him. However, beneath the surface, Santos is a cunning and ruthless tactician who isn't afraid of doing dirty deeds to get the job done, and thinks of killing people as just a minor incovenience. He carries a heavy cynical and disillusioned streak within his heart and he only trusts those who have fought alongside him.

TALENTS:
-Good Militar leader and cunning strategist.
-Gifted, Cultured intellect who has a passing knowledge of subjects like history, medicine, or geology.
-He can fight well with guns, a cutlass, knives or even fisticuffs due to his past.
-He's a superb marksman with the rifle, and enjoys big game hunting.
-He's rather resistant to pain.
FLAWS:
-He's an extremely proud and narcissistic individual, and he often understimates people outside of the battlefield just because their humble jobs or origins.
-He loathes being called by his Butcher moniker. Enought to send him into a rage.
-He is a gentleman, and as such he abides a code of honor, and will always accept a duel.
-One particular encounter in a tropical jungle beach has made him ophidiophobic (Phobia of snakes).