About 5'4" in height, and has a muscular build. Effective on both mid-range to long-range combat. Only uses his revolvers for close-range combat and back-ups. Brown hair and black eyes. He keeps his guns loaded and the prepared ammo just behind his suit.
NAME
CUFFIE PAN Y VINO
RACE
HUMAN
AGE
31
CLASS
GUNSLINGER/GUNSHUFFLER
-Uses normal ammunition made of iron or lead.
-Trained to draw quick and has fast reaction time.
EQUIPMENT
GOLD LUX, BLACK ROSE, ROLLING STONE, SHUFFLER, OUTLAW
BACKSTORY
From where he got his weapons is from the dwarves and their great gunsmithing. He was born and left to an orphanage at a dwarf capital, raised by a famous gunsmith in capital as he was adopted by this bearded smith at the age of nine. Luck, he said.
Every child from the orphanage envied him and was obviously jealous. To the weakest child to the strongest delinquent. Now, his father, Gasha'al, has friend who was a gunner himself, though he only uses revolvers and a hunting rifle. This soldier came from an elite platoon. Luck, he said.
Discovering Cuffies admiration to guns, the soldier, Onrac asked himself, "Why not teach him?". Before he taught Cuffie, he found out that the boy is peeping at the training grounds and watches the soldiers to train themselves under certain instructors.
Cuffie knew how to shoot a gun, but hasn't tried it yet. At the age of 9, recoil is still too much, he used the weakest revolver. At an open ground, outside the city, Onrac painted a tree with a white circle with two black circles inside and a red solid-fill circle in the middle. Aim and fire, he said.
It was not easy. How your hands unconditionably move, shake, and falter. How you try to hit the bull's eye. Practice is all what it takes.
Cuffie turned 17, and his old man is getting.. older. Onrac died a year ago so the training was up for Cuffie to continue. Gasha'al made the weapons for Cuffie himself for his upcoming birthday and he promised to buy this back by working for him.
Soon, Cuffie turned 18 and he listed himself as a marksman for military. He was accepted and continued to work. Cuffie turned 27, and something tragic happened.
Cuffie came home before dinner, two gunshots rung inside the house and some crashes followed after. He barged in and found the table turned and plates on million pieces along with their food. On top of his father was a man in robes, holding a knife with blood on it. The man was masked and as Cuffie saw him, he charged furiously, his hand curled to a fist. He gave the man's face a blow and they fought for the knife. A few moments later, several large footsteps was heard approaching the door, the man gave Cuffie a shove along with the knife.
The masked man jumped on the window before the guards crashed on the door. Cuffie was left there with the bloodied knife on hand, leaving him the suspect for his father's death. Every good luck also have bad luck, he said.
Everybody knows the father-son relationship of the two, sticky as superglue. Turns out Cuffie figured his father's enemy smith hired the killer and disguised as his father's close friend. Bastard.
Cuffie run away along with some money, food, his guns. There is no future left for him there but jail. So he avoids dwarves and the city anymore, knowing he'll be sent behind the bars.
