Definitely interested! I'll save the beginnings of my sheet here.
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Name: Roland Smith
Nature: Vengeful Abolitionist
Demeanor: Cultured Free Man

Age: 29
Race: African American
Sex: Male
Appearance: Tall, lean, and muscular, with a well-kempt goatee accompanied by the stubble of an image-conscious frontiersman. He has a long strip of pale scar running from his left cheekbone and jutting down into the edge of his short beard, as well as a few other scars. He usually wears a light button-down shirt with leather around the shoulders, a wide hat, and jeans, typical cowboy fair. However, the well-travelled, (or perhaps the Alamo veteran) would know that he's actually wearing an old flat-topped sombrero. He wears very nice boots, but not especially nice, and not especially new.

Likes: Living independently and the solitude that comes with it, cold drinks, (alcoholic or otherwise) wide open spaces and outside breezes, respect above all.
Dislikes: Slave owners, (Of course) tight spaces, humidity, heights, spicy foods.

Positive Aspects:
“You learn a lotta things as a prospector. The most important are skills... Like how to start fires, controlled demolitions, y'know... I know my way around a stick of dynamite as well as tinder, and, God bless, I haven't lost too much skin learning it.”
“I used to meet the most [i]awful [/i]people around these parts too... What was it that Shakespeare's fool said in the Scottish play? 'If a man were a porter of Hell, he'd have quite a time turning the key...' It pains me to know how much truth there is in those words...”
“Before I left to get into the mining business, I was growing up out of a tobacco shop in Boston. You learn a lotta things in Boston, too. You have to learn fast whenever the other boys think they can beat and cut the Black out of you. Lucky I could almost beat and cut the White out of [i]them[/i].”

Negative Aspects:
“Old Webster was a filthy prick who deserved everything he got, if you ask me. I rather hope whatever awaits him in Hell is a thousand times worse than what his slaves did to him... Oh, pardon me...”
“If it's all the same to you, I'd rather do my business behind those bushes over there. Outhouses are a little... Restrictive, for my tastes... I can hardly bear to be locked alone in an inn room for too long.”
“How about you put that pistol away and we settle this like real men, so long as we're across the table from each other? [sub]Never been particularly good at gunplay anyway...[/sub]”

Quirks, Tells, Tics;
Roland twiddles his thumbs and toys with whatever's in his hands quite a bit during conversation, it helps him pay attention, oddly enough. He's even quite skilled at spinning long objects like knives, silverware, pens, etc. up and down his fingers... When he's not paying conscious attention to it.
Inventory:
Belt with Six-Shooter revolver and holster, Deputy Badge, Horse, A big bowie knife and some sticks of dynamite.

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