Appearance:
Name: "Not something I get asked every day, and it's not something I like to say. But my name is Kilean Ortiz Cruz"
Nickname (Optional): "People used to call me red death, or kid red, something like that... but now I like just red, but most people call me 'give me another' or something"
Age: "I hate to say it, but I'm no longer my spry old self. I happen to be thirty one. It's not like I'm counting"
Gender: "do I look like a woman? I thought this was self explanatory"
Height: "that's a dumb question, unless you're reading off a bounty, I doubt it matters. Look, I'm Five foot six ok!"
Weight: "what, are you doing to ask me for tips on a diet next? I weight one hundred fourth six pounds got it?"
Job (Cowboy, Saloon Girl, Sheriff, etc.): "I'm a bartender, and I wish I had been for life"
Weapon of Choice: "I like what I have, and I have what I want. Keep your wits with you and we wont need to see my weapon"
Red uses a very polished but worn German mauser model 712 pistol with an extended clip, custom grip and extended barrel. He keeps it tucked away at the bar most the time. This gun has seven notches cared into the grip's side. Outfit (Optional):
Skills: "I was known for my skills in a quick drawl for a while, and I can make a mean cocktail. Let's not forget my luck, but that isn't really a skill"
Bio (Optional): Being from a family of south Americans who had moved to Texas to train others, the over take by America forced them into poor states of living. After seeing his brothers, who he had always thought as amazing and unmovable, were beaten and killed by young cowboys for fun, he set out for revenge. At the age of ten, with a shovel and killer instinct he killed the three men. Returning home, his parents, mortified by his actions, kicked him out of the house. Now alone with nothing but a bag of supplies and a stolen gun and shovel, ten year old Red set out to find his way. When attacked by bandits one night, they took him for random. When they learned he was alone, they offered to train red. As a teen, he earned the name of kid red as he was already a decent gun slinger and noted for his skills in cockfights and cards. His recklessness and bombastic, childish attitude made him a scary opponent. It was a free and joyful life, until the bounties struck out. With an older native american man in odd clothing killing his first gang but not him, he started out with three old friends. They became great outlaws and amazing bank robbers, but more happened to Red. Red was affected by the old gang, and began to train harder to be a better fighter. His skills went to an all time high. But again, life was going to crash. After finding a priceless hunk of gold, his team grew anxious. One man tried to run away, but was caught and whipped. He died that night. The next, and red's only real friend, attempted to shoot him in the back. To Red's luck he missed, one shot to the side and the other to the leg. Surviving long enough to get to the next town, it became clear he could never fully heal, and that his days as a lone bandit where over. This put him into a life of drinking and useless lust. After a while, he washed up at a saloon that noticed just who he was and, knowing his skill and needing someone to keep trouble away, hired red. Since then he has taken away his days as a rough neck and returned to make an honest living.
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