Alias - Black Cloud

Age - 33

Gender - Male

Occupation - Traveling Musician and Part time Bounty Hunter/ gun for hire. Former slave

Appearance - He's a solid build muscular man that sports low cut hair, a goatee, and a golden tooth. His size and image can be a little intimidating, making him a little rough.

Height - 6'3

Weight - 220 lbs

Apparel - besides what you see on the picture, he wears dark brown slacks with brown boots.

Weaponry - He carries a 1878 Hartford Coach Gun. on his holster he carries 2 1873 Colt single action army revolvers. If need be...he'll use his fists.

Equipment - He has a dark brown and white stallion named Cassius. Canteen of water, an acoustic guitar, wallet with cash, and sleeping bag.

Skills -
~ Skilled and accurate with his revolvers and coach gun
~ Stronger than an average man and a bit skilled in fighting from hard labor and mandingo fights.
~ Quite proficient in playing the guitar.

Flaws -
~ Monty have limited education do to not being taught to read and write during his time as a slave and just started learning a bit after gaining freedom but still have much more to learn..
~ He's at a disadvantage at getting treated equally because of him being of African descent and former slave.
~ He tends to have a hard time restraining himself when a white person insults him and usually he gets into more trouble upon harming an individual.

Personality - Since youth, Monty was known to have been a gentle soul but deep inside, he's had much hatred for slave owners and others who hated his kind. Usually he's to himself and loves the sweet sound of music. He's a bit reserved but he has a temper when someone crosses him. He's usually friendly to those who are friendly and respectful to him. He is fond of helping other former slaves if they've come into trouble.

He does not tolerate crime, disrespect, killing of innocent people, which is why he became a Bounty hunter/gun for hire.

Backstory -
Monty was born to a mandingo fighting slave and a breeding type comfort girl slave. Being born into slavery in the Evans Plantation, Monty was raised there until he was bought at age 5 to be property of Eustace Ward. Eustace was considered what other slaves called, a slave breaker, making them do inhumane things for entertainment. Monty from the age of 8 started off in the Jr. Mandingo fighting to earn his master some betting money to which he was quite proficient in doing.

Throughout his years of being part of the Ward plantation, not only did he handle labor and fight, his taste of music piqued when he noticed another slave playing a guitar, in which he wanted to learn to play himself. Having such talent helped him to gain more favor with his master but his family made his life difficult with set ups and lies that cost him privileges and earned him beatings.

later when the civil war started and the fact that Monty couldn't handle being part of the Ward plantation anymore, he ran away to get free and looked to go to the north. While Monty was being searched for by Ward's men, Monty ran into a Quaker and former bounty hunter, George Sharp, who hid and and took care of Monty from age 13 on up.

George taught Monty a little of reading a writing and when the time came, shooting. After a few years living with George and his family, increasing his skills of music and learning to defend himself, Monty later when to travel to make a living. The Civil war was over and there were many changes. Running into a small town that the now, free slaves own, Monty witnessed one night, terror with a group of men wearing white bags on their heads, shooting the people and burning the town down.

Because of the war ending, many southern former slave owner have taken it upon themselves to cause as much pain and terror to former slaves to put them back in their places but that was until Monty decided to do something about it when a woman he liked was hung. From what he learned from his teacher, George, he took it upon himself to find these men and to make them pay for what they've done.

Monty did manage to find them in another town and took justice in his own hands to not just kill off but to scare the others to not come back. He nearly got himself killed but after doing so, Monty thought about getting into the line of work including bounty hunting. Since then, Monty have been traveling and making money either by his music or killing.

Alias - Formerly “Master”, or, “Sir”. Nowadays he just has his friends call him Charlie if they so desire.

Age - 44

Gender - Male

Occupation - Ex Slave Master, now behaves like something of a principled loan shark. The interest rates are fair if a bit high, but anyone unable to pay up after given reasonable time to do so is privy to Charles’ group of hired “help”.

Appearance - Charles is well muscled beneath all of that suit, and quite the athlete for his age. His hair is dark brown with a reddish tinge.

Height - 5’11

Weight - 160 pounds

Apparel - Charles likes to be well dressed anywhere he goes, favoring a suit but often foregoing an accompanying hat.

Weaponry - Charles carries both a .45 Colt revolver on his hip and a Burgess rifle slung over his back. For trickier engagements his hidden sleeve pistol is also available.

Equipment - The man is rich, so he accordingly brings a considerable sum of money around during most occasions. He has a fine steed of a deep chocolate brown that he affectionately calls “Big Negro”.

Skills -

• Charles is a professional rider, having spent all of his years since childhood on horseback.
• He’s a decent shot with rifle and revolver.
• He’s got a way with words when he wants to, and many people seem to feel naturally more comfortable whilst hearing his educated southern accent.

Flaws -

• It’s no secret that Charles is a racist. Anyone not of caucasian descent is free game for his prejudice. He finds working with people of color particularly difficult.

Personality - Picture a snake. Those who truly know Charles would find that there is little difference between the two. He can make friends, and he truly cares for the real ones, but he is cunning. His personal gain will almost always come first, regardless of the circumstance. Charles enjoys a bit of banter with anyone, even blacks. Though they can expect to be treated with thinly veiled derision without fail. He’s truly at home when deep into a good conversation or debate, where he’s made most of his allies and enemies. Always the prideful sort, Charles will fiercely defend the honor of both himself and the South from where his origins lie.

Backstory - Charles was born as the only child of Clementine and Deacon O’Malley, two parents more concerned with running their wealthy plantation than taking care of their own son. He was essentially raised by his white tutors, hired by his parents, of course. He spent the first three years of his life inside the large manor house of his family’s farm, never having any reason or desire to go outside. At the age of four yet another tutor was hired to teach Charles horseback riding. This became one of his great passions, and he avidly took to the sport.

A few months after his sixth birthday, Charles began to look at all of the blacks picking cotton in that farm clearly for the first time. He saw a few young boys about his age at one end of the field and figured that it was unfair of them to be working out there in the hot sun while he rested in the shade of the house. It took only a few moments to strip down to nothing but his pants like the black children before running over to help them pick cotton. He didn’t quite understand why they would never meet his eyes and constantly called him “sir”, but at least they let him help. Then his father showed up.

Deacon O’Malley was a cruel man. He regarded all of the dirty negros around him as subhuman, and was almost ashamed to even own such lowly creatures. So when he saw his own son amongst the negroes, dressed like the negroes, and picking cotton with the negroes, Deacon O’Malley did not hesitate to drag his son away from the field by the roots of his hair and whip him so hard that he would have scars to rival those of the negroes. Charles never went near the fields during his youth ever again.

As Charles grew older, he began to behave more and more like his father, despising the slaves for what they were as animals while swelling with pride at the glory of his home in the wondrous South. Often during his teen years he would foray into the wilderness on horseback before finding a pleasant spot to hunt game for sport. During Charles’ seventeenth year on Earth, a new and particularly attractive Mammie was appointed to the O’Malley household. He saw to it himself that Catherine was always garbed in something promiscuous. Many a night Charles gave her the privilege of bedding with him.

Five years later, the death of his father would place Charles as the heir to the O’Malley Plantation. Deacon O’Malley was found lying dead near the manor, his head bent at an odd angle and angry bleeding whip marks across his bare back. Two slaves that were also discovered to be conspicuously missing was enough to draw suspicion away from the true perpetrator. Charles was regrettably unable to attend the funeral, having been away at a neighboring plantation to watch a mandingo fight.

Charles ran the plantation with an even crueler manner than Deacon. A single mistake and he would whip the offending negro within an inch of their life. And that was only if he allowed them to get off easy. Not a single man, woman, or child was safe from his lust. He handed Catherine over to the men to rape and beat her to death as he watched after he declared her no longer pretty enough. Any slave chosen but refusing to partake in the exercise joined Catherine on her hands and knees as Charles himself chose to partake in the twisted orgy. Events like these were commonplace during Charles’ time as head of the O’Malley Plantation.

When the Civil War broke out in 1861, Charles was not afraid. When the initial vigor the South had felt from their victory at Bull Run began to die down, still he was not afraid. When the Union forces began to push down into the South and defile his beloved homeland, he was not afraid. When William Tecumseh Sherman began his infamous “March to the Sea”, Charles grew fearful. Reality hit him that the South simply could not win this war, and as slavery would no doubt become illegal after the war ended, he, Charles, would be a lawbreaker. This led him to make the wild decision of selling all of his assets off to the highest bidder. All of the slaves, the cotton, the manor and everything inside of it, everything. All that was left to Charles was a wagon, a stylish wardrobe, a few good horses, and a lot of money. So Charles took his money and his clothing, packed it all up in that single wagon, and fled to Texas.

It was here in Texas where Charles would settle and spend the next fourteen years of life, living away in relative comfort in the town of Soursprings.