[CHAR] Where No Man Treads | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western [ Accepting ]

[Blu]

"You will find no redemption in these lands."

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Personal Information
Name: Arryn Flynt
Alias: Flynt; Flynt of Tusa; The Pyromancer
Sex: Male
Age: 39
Date of Birth: October 28
Race: Human

Appearance:

Arryn Flynt, who typically goes by his surname "Flynt", is a tall man, standing at a height of 6'04". Like many mages who consume the petals of Soulthorne flowers, Flynt suffers from a mild poisoning effect which causes his skin to pale considerably. Although other facets of his physical health seems unaffected. He possesses auburn-colored eyes that, when in certain lighting conditions, appear red and rather menacing. While not handsome in the classical sense, he does have a rugged charm to him and a strongly-defined jaw covered in beard stubble. His right eyebrow is cut in half by a faint scar. Flynt is a muscular man—a far cry from the mages of yore who rarely relied on any of their physicality—but is not overly bulky. His body is riddled with scars; a story for each one he tells. As a member of the Mages Order, he can be identified by a brand on his body, particularly on the backside of his left hand. Flynt typically wears a long-sleeved dress shirt with a black waistcoat over it and on top of that he wears a well-worn duster coat. Long trousers are tucked into intricately detailed cowboy boots complete with star-shaped spurs. Additionally, he wears a belt with two gun holsters and a wider-brimmed boss of the plains.

Biography:

Arryn Theodore Flynt, first of his name, has a muddled past. His early childhood is a complete mystery to all but him and certain few others. Consequently, the identity of his birth parents are, too, a matter of secrecy. However, public knowledge would tell that Flynt comes from the now deserted town of Tusa. As a young man of 13 years of age, he showed great potential in the magical arts and was accepted into the Mages Order where he trained for a decade under the tutelage of one Grandmaster Brenard Maverick. His skills grew exponentially throughout the years; he surpassed many his age and even showed more promise than some of the master mages who had countless years to perfect their craft. At 25 years of age, Flynt took on the brand and became an official agent of the Order, pledging his life to their cause.

In the decade leading up to the present day, Flynt carried out numerous tasks for the Order while also moonlighting as a jack-of-all-trades, accepting all types of odd jobs that a mage of the Order could acquire; primarily as a bounty hunter of defected mages and outlaws. His affinity for fire magic has earned himself the nickname "Pyromancer" from those who have seen his handiwork. In the summer of the year XX11, Flynt had a tryst with a sorceress who he was hunting down which resulted in her pregnancy. After getting his lover a pardon from the Mages Order, Flynt filed for retirement with dreams of settling down on a small homestead. Flynt lived in marital bliss for a short time before his wife and child died in labor. He was utterly crushed by the experience and vowed to never take on a wife again.

He rejoined the Mages Order at age 32. At some point in his life, Flynt began having strange visions that would occur at random points throughout the day and would persist even to this very day. He consulted the elders and Grandmasters of the Order but none could explain the cause or purpose of these visions of his. His visions always concerned himself standing in a field of Soulthornes shooting and killing a man in cold blood. The man who he shoots would initially speak to him about his "sins" and how they would eventually catch up to him. Some of his visions are truly terrifying, incorporating his late wife holding their stillborn infant while bleeding from her womb onto the Soulthornes below. While seeking a way to defeat the demonic hordes, Flynt is also on a personal quest to discover the secrets of these peculiar visions of his.

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Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes

Equipment:

Mercy: A six shot revolver given to him by his late wife and is said to have been stolen from the personal collection of Duke Fernando of Silla. It favors speed and accuracy over fire power which translates over to his spell casting when performed through this particular gun. Flynt favors Mercy when in need of firing his spells in rapid succession. However, due to the shorter barrel as compared to Flynt's other gun, the bullets and spells fired from Mercy does not travel as far.

Hitchcock: Flynt won this particular six shooter in a game of cards with an unsavory fellow by the name of Malvo Skye who had been hustling his way to fortune in a town full of rich hicks. Flynt used magic to cheat but only because Skye was a notorious cheat himself as researched by Flynt, discovering that Malvo Skye was only one of many names he used throughout the years. Hitchcock is the more potent firearm in his two-gun arsenal, being able to deliver devastating results when combined with Flynt's magic. The trade-off is that it is slower to fire and slightly less accurate. Additionally, it is not as reliable as Flynt's other gun and will sometimes jam.

Buzzard: A magic-imbued knife given to him during his training with Grandmaster Maverick to which he carries to this day (as seen in the picture at the top). It has a carving of a hawk engraved onto the lower half of the blade thus the name "Buzzard". It possesses the ability to cut through intangible properties such as water or flames and Flynt has used it on several occasions to cut certain spells fired at him in half. However, the knife's effectiveness on spells are only limited to basic, weak ones usually fired by an inexperienced mage.

Spells:

Fireball: A basic spell that is commonly taught to mages at an early age, Flynt's version is much deadlier due to its increased speed and power. It causes a fiery explosion upon impact.

Quicksilver: Through the utilization of magic, a single bullet is shaved into smaller "flecks" that is fired at rapid succession similar to a machine gun. This results in the enemy being barraged by hundreds of projectiles within a short span of time. Flynt can even envelope each individual flake of metal in flames which causes additional damage.

Blast: With this spell, Flynt fires a rune marking onto a target or designated area. He can then, at a safe distance and at any period of time within an hour, create an explosion at the site of the rune mark. This spell is often used as a handy trap or detonation device when dynamite is not available.

Heat Death: A slow moving spell that is absolutely devastating when it impacts. Flynt fires off a concentrated ball of heat energy that, when it hits its target, boils their blood and other body fluids at an alarming pace, resulting in the rapid expansion of the target's organs and skin and, ultimately, causing them to violently burst. Flynt uses this spell primarily on slow or dumb targets as it is easily evaded otherwise.

Lobos: A spell that uses an enormous amount of mana, Flynt can summon wolves (up to three at a time) composed entirely of living flame. These wolves follow the orders of Flynt exclusively but can also act on their own. But because of the high mana usage, Flynt typically only summons one at a time.

Halcon: Similar to his Lobos spell except he summons a single hawk this time around which he often uses to scout rather than as a means of attack.

Shooting Star: Perhaps Flynt's most powerful attack spell as well as his most mana consuming. Firing several bullets into the sky, Flynt's magic is dispersed into the atmosphere and summons a multitude of small meteors to impact a designated area with each meteor causing a powerful explosion upon touching down. This spell is usually reserved for crowd control or for dealing with an especially dangerous target.

Flynt also possesses a litany of common mage spells ranging anywhere from creating an energy shield to controlling the minds and actions of weak-minded individuals. All of these spells receive no amplification from Flynt's guns and so they are cast by hand.

[BayRat]

"Death is a lot like water. Except most people cant swim and drown in it. I am one of the few that can. In fact I can't drown because I can breathe that water."

Personal Information
Name: Jason Faye
Alias: Dead Hand
Sex: Male
Age: He is stuck at the age of 18, but currently he has existed for 27 years as of now.
Date of Birth: 10/10
Race: Human Warlock-Necromancer
Appearance: A fair skinned, well fit body standing 5'11. He has large blue eyes, a slightly large nose, and smooth pale lips. He has dark brown hair messy and unkept, with a bang going down the left side. His signature outfit is a cowboy hat, blue bandana from the middle of the nose to the neck, a slim black overcoat over a grey cotton shirt and black pants.

Biography: TBA
Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes
Equipment:
Phantom Magnum:
.357 black magnum revolver with a brown leather holster.

Ghost Slayer

A steel 20" machete with a black grip, and a serrated edge.

Spells

-Reanimation: He can regenerate or restore his body to perfect condition, even if his body is already deceased. If is body is completely destroyed he can recreate his body from other organic matter.

-Body Manipulation: Though he has little skill with this ability, he can shift his body arrangement around, temporarily grow limbs and other deformities, or instantly decay his own body. This ability is best used when he's dead, as it tends to be very painful if he's using it alive.

Resurrection: He can reanimate a dead corpse into a zombie. The corpse can be almost any once living thing but he can only control 1 zombie at a time. When he looses control of that zombie, it will crumble into a pile of rot.

Life Transfer: He can take away organic material and decay a nonliving target with an exception of his own body or plants, and transfer that into regenerating another target's body. This can heal many wounds and injuries even loss limbs or organs.

Bio-alchemy: He can change biomatter down to the very molecules and DNA that makes up the target into any other form of biomatter. However this cannot be performed on anything too large or alive with the exception of plants. The only thing he knows how to do with this is turn something into an apple, or make his body and clothing

Ghost Blade: Jason's machete becomes intangible to all but living flesh, essentially bypassing armor and other blades to cut the flesh of his opponents directly.

Ghostbane: When casted with concentration, Jason's next shot becomes intangible, in fact it does no damage, passing right through a body like air with no damage to the flesh or blood. Instead the bullet temporarily "knocks out" the soul or spirit inhabiting the body, rendering someone essentially unconscious for a few minutes. However he needs to be dead accurate with the shot and it takes a few minutes to charge up the spell. Alternatively this can be used to put spirits or ghosts back to rest or exorcise bodies from being possessed by a demonic or spiritual source.

Note: Over exhausting these abilities will keep him inactive for the next hundred years.

[ML]

Gotta Love Watermarked Images

"Some days, you gotta ask yourself: 'Is the reward here really worth the risk?' Then you ask yourself that again, and pretend you didn't give a stupid answer the first time."

Personal Information
Name:
Reginald Dubois

Alias:
Reggie, Stoneheart, Longbeard

Sex:
Male

Age:
61

Date of Birth:
August 3rd

Race:
Human

Appearance:

Longbeard is an old man, and he knows it. His sharply-angled face is lined with wrinkles, his hazel eyes are razor-edged and alert, his hair is gray and thinning, and his posture is sharp and indicative of a long life. He walks with a slight stoop, but he'll be damned to hell before he needs a cane. He walks on his own two feet, and his own two feet alone.

In his youth, Reggie was a big man: easily six feet tall, and broad as an ox. Nowadays Reginald isn't as quite strong as he used to be, but a strict regiment of exercise and diet has kept him at his fighting best. Put him toe-to-toe with any normal man thirty years his younger, and Reginald will put him to the ground easy.

His nickname comes from his beard, of course: Reginald hasn't shaved the bastard in ten years, and it comes down to his sternum in a well-groomed wave. It's as gray as the rest of his hair, but Longbeard takes great pride in his facial hair. He was once heard joking that the bastard who takes his beard is "the bastard who'll kill me dead".

Reginald's brand is on his left bicep.

Biography

Reginald's been a mage his entire life. From the get-go, when he was born to a tough father and doting mother, he had an affinity. His mother told him how a heaping helping of dust pressed up against their little house on all sides when he was born. There was no doubt as to his purpose in life, and as soon as he was old enough, his father shipped him off to train with the mages.

Earth mages are not unique, especially not in the Living Lands, where nearly everything is dirt and dust. In fact, they are some of the most common, with pure-earth mages being a well-known and powerful section of the Mage Order. With an endless supply of bullets and a large collection of well-documented spells, it is easy to train in earth spells exclusively, and never need to branch out at all.

Therefore, it is not Longbeard's magic that makes him unique, but rather his age. Few Mages of the day live to be as old as he, with most dying in battles, duels, or by accident. But Reginald was careful, cunning, and above all else, stubborn. From his earliest days in the order, even as a young boy, his teachers had to urge him to take more risks, to try some of the bigger spells.

Partly due to his stubborn nature, and partly due to a fear of failure, Reginald refused. Instead, he took the basic spells and spent a decade mastering them. While other young Earth mages were creating enormous cavern systems, or branching into fire, air, or electricity, to name a few, Reginald was mastering geokinesis. He learned every possible way to shave time off his reload and his formation of bullets. He practiced creating stalagmites day after day, really just too scared to try anything harder.

And so when he passed the final exams to become a fully-licensed Mage, it was to the surprise of some of his friends and classmates. Reggie had never shown any impressive techniques at his practical display test, but it was his technical prowess which impressed the masters. Reggie quickfired faster than any earth mage in recent memory. His aim was on another level entirely, and clusters of slender, lethal stalagmites all but annihilated the simple targets that had been set up as makeshift enemies.

It could be argued that Longbeard's mastery of the basics is what has kept him alive so long. He knows his limits better than anyone, and he instinctively knows if a bit of magic will be too much for him. After mastering the basics, when Reggie finally mustered up the nerve to try some more interesting techniques, he found them almost trivial, while other mages struggled desperately. In fact, Longbeard even invented a few brand new spells, which belong to him alone.

More than that, his intimate knowledge of geokinesis allowed him to develop a style of fighting as fluid and organic as the demons they fought. He learned to zip around the battlefield, taking shots from upside-down, mid-flip, that most gunslingers would be proud to hit standing up and steady.

For years and years, Reggie patrolled the Living Lands, gaining a reputation as a stone-hearted man unphased by anything. The name stuck, and Stoneheart has been active ever since. Despite his nickname, Stoneheart was a good-natured man with a quiet sense of humor, but he was first-and-foremost known for his deadshot aim, and his skill with the earth and stone.

As he aged, Reggie knew he could no longer fight with such aplomb as he had in his younger years. He began adapting, using his agility spells to aid in movement, instead of amplifying it. He could still move as fast as a man thirty years younger, and jump a good deal higher through his magic. No more flips, of course, but with his aim and his powerful array of spells, Reginald no longer viewed acrobatics to be practical or 'cool'.

A decade back, in XXX6, an old flame of his told Reginald that "he still looked like a baby-faced prattle". Exactly that day, Reginald stopped shaving, in a foolish attempt to win that woman back. It didn't work, of course, but by the time he realized it wasn't working, he'd already gotten too many compliments on the beard to quit.

For ten years, he let his beard grow. Somewhere along the way he picked up the name Longbeard, and since he never told anyone to call him otherwise, Stoneheart gradually became Longbeard instead.

Now Longbeard is one of the oldest mages still active in the field. He is sought after by other mages for his years of experience and his more...tempered outlook on the world. The fiery youths think he has some secret to his success, so it's always amused him to watch their faces fall when he tells them about his own training.

Reginald is also asked along on many important missions into the Helscape, due to his honed senses, mastery of his craft, and the fact that even the Devil himself probably couldn't scare old Longbeard.

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Combat Information

Mage Status:
Yes

Equipment:

Paradiso: Longbeard's old revolver, Paradiso has been around longer than most Mages. A special make by an old--and dead--friend, Paradiso has a seven shot barrel, which would make reloading difficult if not for Reggie's magical aptitude. As it happens, that extra shot has led to a few interesting standoffs, where the enemy loses by counting shots, and counting them incorrectly.

Bertha: An ancient weapon of stone and steel, Longbeard won this short, sharp knife off an Ancient fourty years ago. It's balanced for throwing, though Reggie tends to simply control the arc of the blade with magic when he does throw it. Most of the time it's used in close range, bolstered by magic.

Tamarand: In that same game, Longbeard won Tamarand--a spear of middling length, the point is made of steel and the shaft is made of stone, but to Reginald it weighs next to nothing.

Pouch of Stones: A simple pouch carrying a variety of stones and metals, from rubies and sapphires to marble chunks and obsidian flakes. Used in his spellcasting.

Spells - FIREARM:

Stone Bullets: Longbeard's specialty is, and always will be, the earth. His bullets come from the earth, carved from marble, granite, obsidian, or just plain rubble if need be. Gemstones are fair game as well. Certain materials like the aforementioned stone types increase his magic's strength, but any old earth will do. In that sense, Reginald really can never run out of ammunition. A simple flick of the wrist reloads his revolver, and he's ready to go again.

Underspear: By shooting a stone bullet at the ground, Longbeard can aim a quick spear of rock, erupting from the ground to skewer anything above it. This is one of the most basic earth spells one can learn, but Reginald's decades of refinement allow him to fire off bursts of stalagmites faster than the eye can blink. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.

Chasm: Another common earth spell, a pair of shots opens up a deep canyon below the target, tracing the line between the two bullets. Useful for swallowing enemies whole, as the chasm only lasts for a short time. Or, in Longbeard's case, several chasms can be used to trap a land-based enemy in place.

Wall: A third simple spell, but made immeasurably more powerful through the use of granite, Wall, as it suggests, creates a wall of stone where the bullet hits the ground, protecting it's caster from incoming attacks. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.

Sinkhole: A common, but complicated spell, Sinkhole creates a never-ending patch of dirt which looks identical to any other patch of dirt, with the slight difference of sucking anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it into an early and wet death. Used mainly as a trap.

Red Death: A specialty shot requiring rubies to function, this spell pulverizes the ruby into trillions of tiny shards, sending a cloud of razor sharp flecks toward enemies. If it breathes, the enemy inhales the shards and is cut to ribbons from the inside.

Guillotine: Requiring Obsidian to function, Guillotine is one of Longbeard's special creations. Upon firing, the bullet forms into a razor sharp disk, whirling at into enemies at bullet-speed. Guillotine returns in a linear path after being fired, often catching enemies unawares. Reginald has yet to find a material that the spell can't cut through.

Anchor: Sandstone based, Anchor is used to freeze enemies in place. Upon making contact with the enemy, a surprising amount of liquid sandstone flows over the target, hardening rapidly and preventing the target from moving. This works best for fast targets or flying enemies.

Boulder: Diamond based, the fired bullet grows to a massive size, steamrolling over anything in its path at ridiculously fast speeds.

Spells - OTHER:

Longbeard also maintains a variety of non-firearm based magic, of which the most prevalent are...

Flow: A movement spell which allows Longbeard to slide around on the ground as if roller-skating. While useful, it can also be dangerous, as if he is struck while Flow is active, Longbeard won't stop when he hits the ground. Instead, he will just keep sliding until the spell ends, after 15 seconds.

Launcher: Another movement spell in which a pair of small circles beneath him launch Longbeard into the air, letting him get a better angle on his opponents. Upon landing, the earth gently catches him to prevent damage. Only works with dirt or stone beneath his feet.

Geokinesis: Low level manipulation of stone, Longbeard can use geokinesis to create his bullets in a fraction of second, or to control his other weapons made of stone at a distance. This, for example, makes Longbeard's knife a deadly throwing weapon.

[deathkiller]

"You don't get to die. Your going to get up off your ass, and do whatever you can to make up for your past sins....even if you know it will never be enough. "

Personal Information
Name: Joseph H. Highrider
Alias: The Ranger
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Date of Birth:
Race: Human

Bio

Joseph was a simple farm hand until he was 18 years old, when his family was ransacked by the demon scourge that plagued these lands. His mother and father were killed brutally in front of him. He managed to survive the encounter by playing dead. After the ordeal, he vowed to kill any and all demons, becoming a demon hunter, and protect anyone from harm in this barren wasteland. He walks the world as a drifter, and doesn't care for the rich or wealthy, and will dispatch justice to anyone who deserves it.

Combat Information
Mage Status: No

Equipment:


Unlike many people, Joseph carries a lever action pistol (dubbed, Quick Shot) , a newer and sleeker design compared to the revolvers and multi barreled muskets. The pistol uses common .44 caliber ammunition, and can hold 8 shots, instead of 6. This pistol was inherited from his father....


Josephs 'Silver Rider' His pride and joy, and another weapon inherited from his father. Hes built this rifle with his dad for 5 years since before his fathers tragic death, even custom made it to hold .50 caliber ammunition, and advancing the rifling on the barrel, making the rifle have a Very high effective range than most other rifles. Though this comes at a cost as .50 calber ammunition is harder to find, and more expensive to purchase. Also provides less room in the loading chamber, so only holds 6 shots, in stead of ten, and, the new grooves in the rifle can be prone to jamming and misfires.


Josephs 'Up Close an Personal' 12 gauge Sawn off shot gun. It delivers more damage at a lower range, and was taken from a bandits corpse.

[Lacks]

Personal Information
Name: Ryn McCray
Alias: The Clip Ear
Sex: Male
Age: 125
Date of Birth: December 2nd
Race: Elf

Appearance:

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He is an extremely thin Elf male standing around 6ft tall. His skin is an odd pallid blue and his facial features are slightly sharper than the average elf. His eyes are thin, pale yellow, and sad. He wears a shirt, pants, and moccasins made from a dark brown leather and decorated with hand drawn symbols in a thick paint of various colors. He uses the same paint that he decorates his clothes with to draw various symbols across his face and body. He has deep black hair going down his back in a loose messy braid.

Biography:

info

Ryn was born into slavery. His parents where house slaves for one of the largest ranchers in the region. There had been a hope that he would be born as beautiful as his parents but in a stroke of bad luck he was born with the skin and features of a Night Elf. Night Elves were a race that were long ago wiped out because of their strong will and tendency to fight back against their masters. He was almost immediately taken from his mother and put in the barn with the field slaves, where he was raised by a surrogate mother not because she wanted to but because she was ordered to.

He spent the first 75 years of his life living a loveless miserable life as a slave in constant agony and fear. All of that time he had been able to keep it together and keep his head down and work like a good slave, then the new slave master came. A powerful magic user who had soiled his name with drinking and gambling, a cruel man. His first order of business was ordering the tips of all of the male elves ears clipped off because he said “I’m sick of looking at those ugly long eared freaks, let’s make them look more civil.” It was the last straw and Ryn finally began to feel the urge for freedom.

Ryn was picking sickly corn off the stalks and thinking of ways that he may possibly escape when he saw a red bead sitting between two of the stalks. As he reached down and picked it up a blue rock ax easily pulled from the ground. As he examined his find in wonder a low almost growling voice in his head said “I am Anaquandai and I am yours and you are mine. Take me kill your oppressors and all of the fools who refused to fight for their freedom.” A mere hour later all living beings, Human and Elf, were dead. Ryn began his trek across the desert, avoiding towns and mostly living deep in the desert, doing as the voice of the ax Anaquandai bid.

Combat Information

weapons

Anaquandai: This ax was found by Ryn and helped him gain his freedom. He believes it speaks to him and tells him what to do, who to kill, and when to dodge a bullet or magic projectile. It is a single dark blue glossy rock the top end is a hand chiseled ax head with one side being razor sharp and the other a blunted club. The head gradually shrinks down to a handle. The handle is covered in a dark brown leather and a single red bead dangles from a loose leather strand at the end.

The Six Shooter: A normal six shooter that Ryn will only use when Anaquandai demands he use it.

Mage Status: No
Equipment: A water skin, a small flute he plays to somewhat meditate, a leather bed roll, a small pack of survival supplies, and a handful of small bones which Anaquandai has had him gather for divination.

[Polybius]

Personal Information
Name: Bartholomew James
Alias: Grimjaw, Black Bart
Sex: Male
Age: 46
Date of Birth: ?
Race: Human (sorta)
Appearance:

appearance

Grimjaw is a rough character, six feet of grizzled bad-ass carved from a block of stout meat. Thick, muscle threaded arms carry the scars of a hundred fights with man and beast. His jaw is a tangel of flesh and iron teeth, an artificial jaw constructed of steel and grafted to his skull with arcane power. Grimjaw once searched the land looking for the rogue mage that did this too him, but over the years he has found his terrible visage, and powerful bite to be indispensable in surviving the wastelands.

Biography:

bio

Born to a simple hog slaughterer who had a farm on the border of the Helscape and the Living Lands, Bartholomew James was forced to flee his home when a demon named Hezzrou destroyed his farm and family one night. Fleeing to the nearest city, Bart faced near starvation until he fell in with a gang of outlaws named 'The Sh**-Kickers' where he earned the moniker 'Black Bart' on account of his duties as chamber-pot cleaner. In return, Bart got a 2nd class education in thieving, fighting and training in an assortment of weapons. After Bart joined, the Kickers had a series of good runs, taking in a load of cash, some weapons and even a couple of magical items. They got themselves a hideout in a canyon and named it Graves End. It would be a fitting name.

Well, one of those magical items must have belonged to somebody powerful...Black Bart returned to Graves End one day to find his fellow gang members shot to pieces, and not altogether with conventional weapons alone. The tell-tale marks of pyromancy, arcane bolts and the like had destroyed not only Graves End, but his former gang-members. Bart, reeling from the massacre, turned to flee, but was knocked unconscious and taken prisoner.

Bart was taken deep underground-he still does not know where to this day-and held prisoner for years where he was experimented and augmented...

...Bart awoke at the door of Graves End one day. The wreckage of his former hideout was still there, like the day he found it destroyed and was taken prisoner by an unknown wizard, and his jaw hurt like the Helscape...

Instead of returning to a life of crime, Black Bart, or Grimjaw as he became known in these parts turned to bounty hunting-it was more reliable and payed a hell of a lot better than thieving- besides he had seen what had happened to the Sh** Kickers, and Bart was no slow-poke cow folk. Every once in a while he would take a bounty that he thought might have something to do with the man that gave him his Grimjaw, but over the years Bart found his augmentation indispensable in a fight, or just to scare an outlaw into giving up without one. To this day, Grimjaw is still uneasy around a mage, never trusting them, not really...

Grimjaw has spent the last twenty years chasing bounties across the Living Lands and even into the Helscape. His knowledge of the terrain and how to survive in the wastelands has made him somewhat of a local legend. -add current status-

Combat Information
Mage Status: N/A
Equipment:
Prospero
Prospero is Grimjaws most prized (and valuable) possession, a lever-action repeating rifle capable of putting a man or a big beast on the ground. The 15 shot cartridges are expensive, and Grimjaw prefers to use his six shooter in a pinch, or his hunting knife in a scrap.

Revolver
Single action, quick firing trusty six-shooter. Ammunition is cheap, which is good because Grimjaw has been known to let loose a lightning fast salvo at the outset of any fight.

Hunting Knife
10 inches of fine steel, single edged, toothed groove cutting side, this all purpose knife is forever strapped to Grimjaws thigh.

Other Equipment of Note:
Leather Duster, Wide-Brimmed Hat, Pouch of Chewing Tobacco, Calf-skin water bottle, flint & steel, knife, twine, strips of leather, flask of liquor, a pound of dried jerky (meat unknown), simple map of the local area with danger zones marked, a handful of coins, small leatherbound journal for keeping track of bountys and a lead pencil

[Master Crim]

Theme Song
youtube.com/watch?v=eDsnNBIdNNc



Personal Information
Name:
Butch “Shooter” McKone
Alias:
Rift Hunter
Sex:
Male
Age:
25
Date of Birth:
N/A
Race:
Human

Biography

Butch and his family belonged to a traveling band of gypsies that would host what could be called a fair or festival. Some towns loved having the group around as it lifted folks spirits and provided a fun time for all ages, but other towns saw them as heathens and wanted nothing to do with them, some violently. When set up for a festival the McKone’s run both an attraction and shop, Butch and his father hosted a sharp shooter show and contest while his mother and two sisters made necklaces and bracelets. As a family they made enough during events to get buy, and with some towns were able to afford a little more extravagant things. Things were good, and they were happy… Until one of their long treks across a waist land changed everything.

The way things had turned towns were formed in more of clusters around certain resources making a hand full of towns populate a general region while others were a great distance away, The Gypsy group had a regular circuit they work around the groups that included two long treks across large desert waists to reach new locals. These treks usually took a few days of hard pressing across empty, and sometimes unforgiving, terrain. For many years the group had traveled a stretch of waist land that took them close to the division between the Living Land and the Helscape which is why some of the towns refused to have them, they believed passing so close made them unclean. It was sort of and earie sight some nights watching the distant sky be lit by the molten Helscape just beyond the horizon. Butch’s father told him there was nothing to fear because a group of mages watched over this part and that is why they took it, it was the safest rout between the town clusters. It wasn’t until much later that Butch learned that was only a half truth, and it was the last time he would take that path as a family.

TBA
10 years later

Butch doesn’t talk much about his past much, but there are rumors his clients have that say his family is trapped in the Helscape, others that say he is just a crazy man looking for death, but none of them know where his family is or what rumors are real or not. What is known is his gypsy group is mostly gone now other than a few acquaintances of his that are more like ghosts that give him intel on various thing related to jobs and god know what else. He is now a hunter for hire weather is be man or beast he can kill it for a price.

Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes
Equipment:
As depicted in the Character Picture Butch uses a five shot .56 caliber rifle and two break-hinge .44 caliber revolvers, he also has a large and intricately engraved knife that measures a seven inch blade.

Spells

The long years of being a gypsy was more than just making money and travel for Butch, the reason his father ran a sharp shooting attraction was that he was a mage with skills to match. Though he didn’t have many spells to teach Butch was happy to learn them.

Tracer: Tracer is a spell that allows Butch to quickly analyze the condition in order to make a dead accurate long range shot accounting for bullet drop, wind, temperature and other variables. This Spell takes very little mana to use, but Butch needs to have fired the gun at least once before.

Eagle Spot: This spell is one of the most helpful in Butches line-up, but also take the most mana. Butch is able to summon one or more eagles that he can see through as they fly through the sky.

Trifecta: The strongest of Butch’s spells, and perhaps the most deadly. Trifecta allows him to fire three shots, one immediately after the other, so that all three hit the same point on a target getting the most penetration and damage in one instance.