[CHAR] Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

[Alan Hawke]

Name: Glenn Johnson

Nickname: The Cavalier

Age: 26

Appearance: Glenn stands at 6' 3" and weighs 195 pounds. He is of African-american and Caucasian decent, making him tan-skinned with brown eyes and with a very dark brown buzzcut with stubble on his face, making him look slightly scruffy.

Outfit: Glenn wears a tan trench coat that covers a salmon button-up shirt with a brown vest. His lower half has a belt with holsters on each sides with black khaki's tucked into his old-fashioned brown cowboy boots. He also tends to wear his cowboy hat that matches the color of his trench coat.

Occupation(s): Bounty Hunter

Biography: Five years ago, Glenn Johnson was once a husband to a woman he had met on his various travels. Back then he was a farmer and they lived rather peacefully together. That is, until a group of eight thugs attempted to rob his farm. The thugs were young and inexperienced, they just wanted money and attempted to intimidate the family into giving them some. They refused and resisted, only telling the men to go home. Until one of the thugs unintentionally shot and killed his wife, they had meant to miss her but they ultimately hit her. Glenn went insane with rage and single-handely slaughtered seven thugs. He kept the one who had killed his wife for last and tortured him for six consecutive days, making sure he would remember what it felt like to lose everything. Finally, after those six days, he killed the man after he begged and begged for death. Several months later, Glenn became a bounty hunter in order to fulfill his thirst for vengeance. He decided that nobody else should have to lose the ones they care about because of a careless criminal. He swore to himself that he would bring justice to the world by hunting down criminals and either imprisoning them or ending them for good.

Equipment: Colt Action Single Army revolver and a knife that is sheathed in his right boot.

Skills and Flaws: Glenn is known for his marksmanship with his signature Colt Action Single Army revolver, even being able to draw and fire a well-placed shot within a matter of seconds. However, Glenn is extremely obsessive with his objectives. He will often tend to get so invested in his task, he will not eat or drink for days on end until he completes his task.

[Nevix]

Name: Jaron Edric

Nickname: The Serpent

Age: 19

Appearance: 5' 11", 135 lbs, Dark brown hair and bright green eyes.

Outfit: A simple blue long sleeve and black pants, with a dark grey ankle-length overcoat. A mechanical left arm.

Occupation(s): Private Investigator, with the occasional bounty hunting to supplement his income

Biography: Growing up distant from his family, he started a PI firm at the age of sixteen with his best friend, Eric King. They were quite successful, becoming local celebrities. All was well until a gang leader they helped arrest escaped from prison. He and his gang attacked the friends, King had his grey matter splattered on the ground by a well-placed rifle bullet. Edric had his left arm blown off by a shotgun. The gang left him to bleed out, but a trade caravan found him and saved his life. He spent a year building himself a mechanical arm. He's finally recovered enough to travel and fight, and he wants to make the Edric and King PI firm known all across Ravage.

Equipment: One handed sabre on his hip, Single action revolver with an eight round cylinder (Ammo-16 bullets), small blade in his mechanical arm.

Skills and Flaws: Fair Shot: He's nothing legendary, but he's skilled enough to use a gun. Home Made Prosthetic: Due to the lack of proper insulation, large amounts of water will shut down his left arm. Great Swordsman: He's quite skilled with his sabre. Electrophobe: Moderate amounts of electricity, when applied to his arm, cause it to shut down. Perks of being a PI: His work has made him reasonably intelligent, he also has a few people who owe him favours. Enemy of the gangs: After his spat with the gang leader who took his arm, most criminal organisations have a high price on his head.

[CorruptedShadow]

Jack Hathoway

Name: Jack Hathoway

Nickname: The Greenhorn

Age: 20

Appearance: A young Caucasian man, standing at 6'1" and weighting 160 lbs, Jack is quite plain in his appearance. His skin is slightly tanned due to constantly being out in the sun, which compliments the stubble on his face and his dark blue eyes. His hair is short, messy, and brown, the 'typical' look of a young Caucasian man.

Outfit: (Couldn't really explain it well because I'm kind of dumb, so here's the best picture I could get. Pretend a Deputy badge is there.)

My Hider

Occupation(s): Deputy and Aspiring Gunslinger

Biography: The son of a farming family, Jack never enjoyed the simple lifestyle of living out in the homestead, tending the crops and raising cattle. The memories are fuzzy, but at some point in time during is preteen years, he decided to head out for adventure. The journey wasn't easy, but he was lucky to finally stumble by a nearby city. It was here that Jack found other kids just like him. With a large group together with a common goal, they became street urchins, committing petty crimes, and becoming a down-right nuisance. For years Jack lived out in the streets, stealing, lying, and sneaking his way out of situations. Life was good. Everything changed for Jack when a fellow gang-member(and founder, Howard O'Connor)killed a man when he started to attack the boys for stealing a precious item of his. The Law was close on their tail, with Jack and his peer running for their lives. Unfortunately, both the boys were caught, and sent to jail. Although it was clear that Jack never committed the crime, nor' was he involved in it in any way, he was still charged with guilt by association. The local Sheriff, having known Jack in an almost personal level(due to taking him down to the station many times), did the least he could do; a public whipping.

Half a month after said events, Jack was soon released, and had a sudden change of heart. Quickly denouncing his old ways, much to the anger of his gang-mates, Jack tried many ways to search for a regular job. Of course, he found one at a local saloon, cleaning dishes. It was not until he reached the matured age of nineteen did his lust for adventure return. This time, Jack went on to ask the Sheriff for a favor; to help him become a Deputy. To this day, Jack has shown to be a loyal and gentlemanly character...though the memories of his past still haunt him, for he has never heard of Howard O'Connor and his old gang ever since. Jack is currently looking for a way to go out into the wild and seek a teacher, not only to see the world for himself, but to become independent from the law enforcement; as a Gunslinger.

Equipment: A golden pocket-watch, a Winchester Model 1873 slung over his back with a bandoleer(Ammo - X), and a law-enforcement issued Colt Action Single Army revolver(Ammo - X).

Skills and Flaws:

God's Luck - "The Lord himself has touched this boy's soul.": A stroke of luck is all it takes to change a life-or-death situation in your favor. Jack is known to get away with things no regular man should, earning him a reputation in his city as being almost untouchable. Even if that's not the case, you gotta admit....he's a lucky son-of-a-gun.

Expert Brawler - "That boy may not look like the toughest nail in the box, but he can pack one hell of a punch!": In his early days as a street urchin, Jack was taught how to brawl in case things went south for him. Learning wasn't easy, but it paid out in the end. When it comes to a fist fight, Jack knows just how to knock a bigger man flat on his ass better than anyone else.

Scarred on the back - "He's a fine young gentleman, but not every good person is born a saint": Jack's only real tough times were the ones as a street urchin. Before he originally became a Deputy, he was infamous for stealing, pickpocketing, and other shenanigans. It wasn't until he was caught in the vicinity of a fellow street urchin's action of murder that he decided to change his ways. Public lashings usually don't leave your memory.

Shy Fella' - "What do you mean you have to use the bathroom? This will be the eight time you've gone, what is wrong with you!?": Unfortunately for Jack, making friends is not his specialty. Although it is very clear and apparent that he has a good heart with pure intentions, his approach is not always the best. Of course, it can be something fixed, but just how long will that take?

[King Tai]

Name: Benny Freeman

Nickname: Killer Melody

Age: 30

Appearance:

He's 6'0 tall and weighing 180 lbs.

Outfit: What is on the picture.

Occupation(s): He's a drifting musician/ street performer. Occasional gun for hire.

Biography: Benny grew up in a family of four boys, him being the 3rd son. He and his brothers were known to be the Freeman Brothers Band, a music group that travels not only to perform but rob as well being part time bandits. Carlo the oldest, Dante the second child, Benny the 3rd son, and Eddie the baby. These four were notorious for their music talent to draw people in and then hold them at gun point to give "tribute" to their skills. The last robbery they did, changed Benny's life forever as they came upon a town with more resources than the other towns they come through. The Mayor was the sheriff and was out of town at the time when the brothers came forth to rob the place. Usually, they try not to kill, only to shoot anyone under self defense. This time around, things went south as the town they were robbing, had many deputies protecting the place. A shoot out, that Benny tried to avoid happening, went down during the stick up, causing the death of Carlo and Eddie along with the few deputies that came after them.

Dante, which was the crazy one in the family, took a woman hostage, who happened to be the Mayor's wife. Using her, Dante killed off the other deputies present. When Dante hurried to take her into a saloon, he attempted to rape her by threatening that he'd rape her son and kill him if she didn't let him do as he pleased with her. Benny begged for Dante to stop such atrocities for the fact that it reminded him of their father's sick actions. Dante pointed his gun to Benny to shut him up but before Dante could rape the woman, Benny shot his brother in the back of the head to stop him and demanded the mayor's wife to leave, saving her. As he was attempting to leave the area, the mayor showed up with the rest of his men, holding Benny at gunpoint but was spared his life thanks to the Mayor's wife. Benny, willing to pay for his crimes, was not arrested but was worked for free for a year. That was 3 years ago.

Benny now a drifter and alone, no longer robs others but uses his talents for sale. If a town needs someone to rid them of any riffraff, Benny will do the deed as long as there's some form of payment.

Equipment: An acoustic guitar that have been modified to hold in mini gun rounds, used to shoot from the guitar itself. The guitar also has another function as a pump-action grenade launcher. Even though there are hidden weaponry, the guitar can still function as a guitar. In his boots, there are two blades that come out to assist him in his hand to hand combat. His last resort is his sleeve gun.

Skills and Flaws:
Skilled with his shooting and his kickboxing, and deadly with his music, Benny is in great shape, a feat that should be known for the fact that his guitar is quite heavy to carry. Not only to play but to fight with as well. Despite his skills, he tends to get a bit careless at times. Either falling asleep in a dangerous place, getting distracted, or nearly losing his weapon, Benny puts himself in crazy situations that nearly gets him killed.

[Sessamaru]

Name: Simon Graves

Nickname: The Sandstalker

Age: 28

Appearance: Simon is half-Caucasian and half-Apache. He has russet skin and long raven black hair, yet he has light blue eyes, which almost blend in with his sclera. Though part Apache, he is actually of average height, only 5'8" tall. He's quite slender, despite his broad shoulders, weighing only 130 lbs. Though slender in physique, he possesses enough muscle to give him deceptive strength. He possesses a scar over his left eye, a cross-shaped scar on his right cheek, and numerous other scars, ranging from blade wounds to bullet wounds, and some burns, scattered about his torso. He's clean shaven with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and squared jaw; his features are, otherwise, angular.

Outfit: Simon wears a long black trenchcoat, cowboy boots, slacks, wide-brimmed hat, and a white cotton shirt. He wears an ordinary belt, a gun belt that slings across his left hip, and a sheath for his knife on his right hip.

Occupation(s): Bounty Hunter / Assassin

Biography

The History of the Sandstalker

Simon was orphaned as a child and was found by a poor family. He was raised like one of their own for some time. When he was eight years old, the town he lived in was raided by a group of bandits who called themselves "Jackal's Crypt." They murdered and looted just about everyone, taking the women and children to sell as slaves to stronger gangs or to the powerhouses of the cities as "Indentured Servants." Simon was one of those children. After the traumatizing event of watching everyone he loved die, friends and family alike, Simon became an antisocial child. He and the other children were tossed into separate cages from the women and teenage girls. The conditions were poor and sickness grew rampant during the long weeks of travel. Most children died of starvation, thirst, and exhaustion; the women and teenage girls fared slightly better, though their fates were far worse in comparison. Simon, though a young child, became feral rather quickly and cannibalized the dead children, and the surviving children followed suit. The gang grew amused by the boy's practical senses, far from being disgusted by the boy's desperate attempt at survival.

Thus, they took the boy in as one of their own, nicknaming him "Graves" after they put him to the task of disposing of the bodies; which he did by personally digging twenty-seven graves with his bare hands. After trading off the surviving children and women, all of whom were haunted and gaunt by the cruel experience of Jackal's Crypt, the band returned to their headquarters out in the middle of nowhere with Simon in tow. Simon started out as their personal servant, performing odd jobs and tasks. When he did something wrong, he was punished in a brutal fashion. As he grew older and more defiant, they nurtured this growing rage the only way they knew how: more abuse and humiliation. When Simon was 12 years old, he killed a man for the first time. A member of Jackal's Crypt who continued unwanted advances on the youth, which then turned to force. When the man fell asleep, Simon slit the bandit's throat after scalping him, carrying it to the other members of Jackal's Crypt. Unlike most gangsters, who would have killed the youth, they respected him. Simon was then taught many skills, such as how to shoot a gun using live people for target practice and knife-fighting against other members (which usually resulted in death).

At the age of 16, Simon defected from Jackal's Crypt, seeing it as a perverse way of life. Merely wasted talent. Simon traveled the barren wastes of the planet, eventually succumbing to dehydration and exhaustion. He was rescued by a tribe of folk who preferred a simpler life, away from the big cities and small towns. They were a nomadic group of people, who used the "Old Ways" to live. When brought back to perfect health, they taught Simon how to survive in the barren wasteland. He lived with the group for five years before leaving.

Now, he lives as both a contract killer and a bounty hunter, using his talents as a means to survive. A life full of risks, with much to gain.

Equipment
Long Barrel Colt .44 Revolver, with a custom 7-round cylinder -- Ammo x21
Combat Knives x6 (one in each boot, one in each sleeve, one behind his back, and one on his right hip)
10-feet of Rope
Garrote Wire

Skills and Flaws
Marksman: Simon is skilled in the use of guns and has much potential in their uses. He is able to manipulate his own breathing to keep his shots accurate, perhaps with pinpoint precision. Though he is capable of using a myriad of firearms, his preferred gun is the revolver; however, he is willing to settle down with a rifle if he needs to kill his target from a great distance. In addition to this, he is an excellent knife thrower.
Flaw: Simon does not possess the capacity to be "compassionate" or "sympathetic." He is a sociopath and is unwilling to budge over an issue, even if someone begins a tear-filled speech about how the children are the future. He's a cold-hearted killer, following calculations and logic to achieve his goal; everything outside of his objective is inconsequential, at best.

Knife Fighting: Simon grew up learning how to fight in hand-to-hand, to the point of fighting with knives. He seems to have a knack for gauging his enemies and striking in just the right place, knowing how to adjust the knife's angle and where to gut the bastard that thought challenging him was a smart idea. It is a rare talent to effectively fight with knives and win. His skill with knife fighting coincides with his skill for marksmanship, allowing him to be even more dextrous, throwing even the most unbalanced knives with deadly precision. Though not quite a skill, just a show of his dexterity, Simon can perform many tricks with his knives, some of which are dangerous and should never be imitated by amateurs.
Flaw: Simon does not possess any technological skills that are outside of the range of guns. If it doesn't go boom or bang, it is beyond his expertise and he is more than willing to pay someone else to handle the technological aspects of his bounties or contracts.

Stealth: Simon's most frightening attribute is his natural state of being silent. For every breath and every step he takes, not a sound can be heard. His bloodlust is masked by cold calculation and hollow determination. Simon is a natural hunter and he can follow his prey, even using techniques to mirror their walk and to synchronize the steps into a single sound. It is an uncanny talent and with the shadows as his ally, Simon can easily get the drop on just about any unsuspecting target.
Flaw: Simon is damned good at what he does. If a job requires him to kill everyone on the train, he will kill everyone on that train, even his own partners if they begin to grow a conscience. As a whole, he's too good at his job, to the point he would follow any and all prerequisites to a T. However, if he is told not to kill everyone on the train, only Mary Joseph Christ, then he will kill only her with little to no casualties.

Tracking: Simon is good at tracking his targets, making him exceptionally perceptive and intimidating. He can notice even the most slight scuff mark or indentation and can analyze which direction it would lead. He is also able at reading people who may know the target and can intimidate them for information. Coincidentally, this skill also helped him survive the harsh desert world, allowing him to find some sort of game or source of water. All in all, this is Simon's most versatile skill.
Flaw: Ultimately, Simon is a loner. He does not play well with others and if he's forced into such a situation, he will find some way to make them useful enough to not be a burden. He does not actually care about their lives and his only goal is to survive. If he leads a team of 10 into a heist or bounty, they have the option to either do as he says or they can be his meatshields; under his command, they will have a use one way or the other, and if they die, they did more at that moment than when they signed up with him--- catching a barrage of bullets and lessening their load of ammo.

[General Scales]

Cal Johnston

Name: Cal Johnston.

Nickname: The Guerilla.

Age: 28.

Appearance: Cal stands around 5'8" and weighs about 140lbs. He is Caucasian, lightly tanned with dirty blonde hair, he keeps it short but with a medium length beard, and dark blue eyes.

Outfit: Cal wears a dark brown hide vest over a black shirt accompanied by a similar colored wide-brim hat. Other than that is his light tan pants with boots.

Occupation(s): Hunter/Trapper and Guide when he ain't busy.

Biography: Cal was born in the small town of Serenity on the very edge of the wilds. It was a damn dangerous place to live at times, not the irony was lost on is founders nor the people living there, but the townsfolk kept the bandits and outlaws at bay with some well placed rounds often enough for everyone to live decently enough. There was little in the way of technology to be had unlike in the big cities so Cal adopted the survivalist mindset of his family and friends preferring simpler means of living out in the country. The farms around the town were successful enough that the town didn't starve constantly but hunting was often used as means to fill up hungry bellies and so Cal's father took to it often having a fair bit of success later bringing his son with him who started to learn all about it. Sure he was crap at it when he started but eventually the young man learned how to shoot a rifle with the best of them feeling most comfortable behind the sights of his father's rifle then his own afterwards. Hunting and later trapping became something of a passion and he felt it was perfect fit taking patience as well as know-how which appealed to him and as he grew up he started moving between a few of the other fringe towns working around them as well.

However, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows because coping with the danger of wildlife can't always prepare you for other people. Cal had his lesson when a marauding gang started harassing Serenity far more persistently than normal and having grown up well he had no intention of backing down from the ruffians. His gumption got the best of him and with his patience pushed to the wayside he ended up with a bullet in his side and memories of the rather hardened bandits laughter. It took time to recover and in that time the ruffians managed to overpower the local Sheriffs effectively taking the town for they're own which hardly sat well with the townsfolk. Cal took it upon himself to put together a few dedicated people who began to use the tricks they learned hunting against the bandits. Setting nasty surprises in the form of traps and ambushes to whittle away at the self-proclaimed "owners" of the town who quickly found themselves losing men left and right. The man who shot Cal found a knife in his throat eventually and his boss bit a bullet shortly after from his lackey's gun, the young guerilla kept the pistol as a memoir and as a very effective defense tool.

Since then he has gained more of a reputation for his hunting and trapping than his guerilla attacks on persistent ruffians moving around for more and bigger game also becoming something of a guide for anyone who catches him in town or camp and offers a reasonable price for his service.

Equipment: Survival supplies, a couple portable traps(around 4), an 1874 Sharps Rifle(Ammo-12 rounds) with an optional scope, one Bowie knife and a couple hunting knives in various straps, lastly his Volcanic Repeating Pistol(Ammo-16 rounds) which he liberated from a bandit.

Skills and Flaws:

Hawkeye: The man has exceptional shooting skills particularly at longer ranges where his target won't even know what hit them or from where.

Patience of a Saint: Taking a nasty shot can leave an impression on someone and in Cal's case it only made him realize rushing into something was rarely a good solution.

Survivalist: Spending days or longer to get his prey outside of any civilization has left the man with a know-how when it comes to hard living.

Not dull but far from smart: Cal has practical knowledge for his lifestyle but he never had the best education or really very much at all.

Silent but Deadly: Despite working around as he does the hunter doesn't find much use for small talk though he will speak if necessary.

Busy hands busy mind: He can't stand sitting around doing nothing so he will find something to keep himself occupied which could be any manner of menial and often small tasks just to stay busy, which has often led to the annoyance of travelling companions.