Name:
Known only under the alias of "The One-Eyed Man", or as "Boss" by his gang
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Equipment:
Two Smith & Wesson .44 Double-Action Revolvers
Six chambered, semi-automatic sidearms, one grey and the other black. With the hammer automatically cocked after every shot, The One-Eyed Man is able to use both revolvers simultaneously. Each revolver has seen its fair share of bloodshed and have each put down more men than any other gun likely ever would.
Winchester Model 1886 Semi-Deluxe .40-82 caliber Short Rifle
A 21" octagon barrel with an eight shot magazine capacity. Unlike The One-Eyed Man's revolvers, this rifle rarely sees any action and is, instead, often held behind his back, kept for times of emergency.
With him he also keeps a small sack on him, which holds an assortment of miscellaneous items, including extra rounds for both his revolvers and his rifle, a simple pocket knife, and a beautiful, silver harmonica.
Skills:
The One-Eyed Man is notorious for his gun skills, known second to none as the greatest gunslinger to ever grace the Old West. The man can draw with an ungodly speed, capable of unholstering his gun and embedding a slug into the other man at a speed faster than most men can follow. His accuracy is pin-point and pure, and he has proven its worth on multiple occasions (such as when he disarmed a young man who was showing off, shooting the spinning gun straight out of his hand). His reloading, while not perhaps the fastest, is steady-handed and swift enough to keep the time between his fires brief.
The One-Eyed Man is a natural survivor, even in a harsh, unforgiving place such as the desert. He knows well of drawing water from cacti to fill his waterskins, knows well to follow the sun's path for directions by day and by the constellations by night, and knows well the following of tracks and trails to their owners.
In his free time, The One-Eyed Man enjoys playing a tune or two on his silver harmonica, which he plays with a cold and subtle eeriness that paints him not as the ruthless outlaw and leader of the Rattlesnake gang, but as a man filled with sorrow and heartbreak beyond mortal understanding.
Appearance:
The One-Eyed Man stands a tall, imposing figure, his skin, after years of being pelted by the sun's rays, a dark tan. With a jagged jaw; a broad, rough face, scarred with years of combat and hardships; and his single, blue eye that can pierce even the most steadfast of men--an eye of a saint and of a killer, of a lover and a monster; The One-Eyed Man can scare off the eyes of men as easily as the boney face of death. His hair is raven-black and sits upon his head short and well-maintained, though one might not tell given that it is hidden beneath black, broad cap. The man has allowed his stubble to grow ever so slightly (mainly due to neglect) into a short, prickly gruff ("Like tiny littl' cacti thorns," a prostitue had pointed out).
The One-Eyed Man's attire consist of dark, but light (fabric), clothing. His shirts and jeans, usually black or brown, are simple and are only meant to surve their purpose. His black coat, a slightly heavier material, is well-kept, except for the bottom, which has long since become ragged. The One-Eyed Man's pride and joy is his wide-brimmed, slightly bent, black cap, a sparkling white (American) eagle skull mounted on the front of it like a trophy.
Personality:
When it comes to shooting and plundering with his gang, The One-Eyed Man is a no-nonsense sort of man who'll whup anyone who does not follow his direct orders, like a teacher might whup a boy who steps out of line. He accepts no joking about when his men are to be serious and will not, under any condition, allow any women, children, elders or the unarmed to be hurt by his men during raids and will harshly correct them should they try (once even going as far as killing a man attempting to rape a woman). He conducts all his business (robbing, trading, drawing) fairly and honestly, and detests acts of treachery, be it either side.
However, if one should meet The One-Eyed Man without knowing it to be him (and even those who do) find not the horrible and blood-thirsty monsters from tails of survivors, but a man with a kind disposition and a good head perched between two, strong shoulders. He acts respectfully to women and his elders (even during a raid) and will always tip his prized hat toward them. Though on the wrong side of the law, The One-Eyed Man is a true gunslinger through and through and upholds their morals as much as they do, if not more.
Background:
"That man, that ol' one-eyed man, he be a revenat--an evil spirit of all 'em outlaws, bandits, and harriers long since dead ta this world; all those bad men punished and keelled by the law. Ain't got no past, no future; he jus' live in the here an' now, searching for his treasures whatnot exists and blowin' away all dem sheriffs stupid enough ta try him. He one fine lover, though. Know how ta treat a woman quite rightly."
The One-Eyed Man rode into the Old West like a ghost from the mist and cut a wide swath through it, leaving blood, destruction, and stories in his wake. He gave no name, no purpose, and took not a penny from the towns he passed. The man without a name was searching, vigorously, for something. Something that pennies and gold did not hold. Something that did not exist: the Great Find. A legendary stash of colossal value--what that be exactly (gold, jewels, stollen goods, etc.), varies from the numerous legends--said to be hidden away in the desert where none may find. A great legend, but a legend all the same. But not to him.
His infamy grew with each passing year and each town he raided, and soon the name of the One-Eyed Man was known all across the Old West. A large bounty of forty thousand was placed on his head and sheriffs and bounty hunters alike died trying to claim it. Eventually, wishing to increase his search radius and time, the One-Eyed Man bought the guns of the small-time Copperhead gang, promising all the loot they pleased from the raided towns in exchange for following his orders. The Copperhead gang, seeing an opportunity to increase their income as well as their credit by associating themselves with this man, agreed to follow him. The gang grew in size and imfamy and, eventually, everyone in the west knew the name of the One-Eyed Man's gang: now called the Rattlesnake gang.
A few more years have since passed and the One-Eyed Man's search has continued on fruitlessly, no closer to his goal than from when he start. His gang has now set out from their hideout to their next target: Whispering Springs, where rumor has risen that a well-dressed city man in possession of a valuable item is planning to next make rest. Be it what he seek or not, the One-Eyed Man plans to acquire the item.
Extra:
Theme Song: "Harmonica's Cry"
Known only under the alias of "The One-Eyed Man", or as "Boss" by his gang
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Equipment:
Two Smith & Wesson .44 Double-Action Revolvers
Six chambered, semi-automatic sidearms, one grey and the other black. With the hammer automatically cocked after every shot, The One-Eyed Man is able to use both revolvers simultaneously. Each revolver has seen its fair share of bloodshed and have each put down more men than any other gun likely ever would.
Winchester Model 1886 Semi-Deluxe .40-82 caliber Short Rifle
A 21" octagon barrel with an eight shot magazine capacity. Unlike The One-Eyed Man's revolvers, this rifle rarely sees any action and is, instead, often held behind his back, kept for times of emergency.
With him he also keeps a small sack on him, which holds an assortment of miscellaneous items, including extra rounds for both his revolvers and his rifle, a simple pocket knife, and a beautiful, silver harmonica.
Skills:
The One-Eyed Man is notorious for his gun skills, known second to none as the greatest gunslinger to ever grace the Old West. The man can draw with an ungodly speed, capable of unholstering his gun and embedding a slug into the other man at a speed faster than most men can follow. His accuracy is pin-point and pure, and he has proven its worth on multiple occasions (such as when he disarmed a young man who was showing off, shooting the spinning gun straight out of his hand). His reloading, while not perhaps the fastest, is steady-handed and swift enough to keep the time between his fires brief.
The One-Eyed Man is a natural survivor, even in a harsh, unforgiving place such as the desert. He knows well of drawing water from cacti to fill his waterskins, knows well to follow the sun's path for directions by day and by the constellations by night, and knows well the following of tracks and trails to their owners.
In his free time, The One-Eyed Man enjoys playing a tune or two on his silver harmonica, which he plays with a cold and subtle eeriness that paints him not as the ruthless outlaw and leader of the Rattlesnake gang, but as a man filled with sorrow and heartbreak beyond mortal understanding.
Appearance:
The One-Eyed Man stands a tall, imposing figure, his skin, after years of being pelted by the sun's rays, a dark tan. With a jagged jaw; a broad, rough face, scarred with years of combat and hardships; and his single, blue eye that can pierce even the most steadfast of men--an eye of a saint and of a killer, of a lover and a monster; The One-Eyed Man can scare off the eyes of men as easily as the boney face of death. His hair is raven-black and sits upon his head short and well-maintained, though one might not tell given that it is hidden beneath black, broad cap. The man has allowed his stubble to grow ever so slightly (mainly due to neglect) into a short, prickly gruff ("Like tiny littl' cacti thorns," a prostitue had pointed out).
The One-Eyed Man's attire consist of dark, but light (fabric), clothing. His shirts and jeans, usually black or brown, are simple and are only meant to surve their purpose. His black coat, a slightly heavier material, is well-kept, except for the bottom, which has long since become ragged. The One-Eyed Man's pride and joy is his wide-brimmed, slightly bent, black cap, a sparkling white (American) eagle skull mounted on the front of it like a trophy.
Personality:
When it comes to shooting and plundering with his gang, The One-Eyed Man is a no-nonsense sort of man who'll whup anyone who does not follow his direct orders, like a teacher might whup a boy who steps out of line. He accepts no joking about when his men are to be serious and will not, under any condition, allow any women, children, elders or the unarmed to be hurt by his men during raids and will harshly correct them should they try (once even going as far as killing a man attempting to rape a woman). He conducts all his business (robbing, trading, drawing) fairly and honestly, and detests acts of treachery, be it either side.
However, if one should meet The One-Eyed Man without knowing it to be him (and even those who do) find not the horrible and blood-thirsty monsters from tails of survivors, but a man with a kind disposition and a good head perched between two, strong shoulders. He acts respectfully to women and his elders (even during a raid) and will always tip his prized hat toward them. Though on the wrong side of the law, The One-Eyed Man is a true gunslinger through and through and upholds their morals as much as they do, if not more.
Background:
"That man, that ol' one-eyed man, he be a revenat--an evil spirit of all 'em outlaws, bandits, and harriers long since dead ta this world; all those bad men punished and keelled by the law. Ain't got no past, no future; he jus' live in the here an' now, searching for his treasures whatnot exists and blowin' away all dem sheriffs stupid enough ta try him. He one fine lover, though. Know how ta treat a woman quite rightly."
The One-Eyed Man rode into the Old West like a ghost from the mist and cut a wide swath through it, leaving blood, destruction, and stories in his wake. He gave no name, no purpose, and took not a penny from the towns he passed. The man without a name was searching, vigorously, for something. Something that pennies and gold did not hold. Something that did not exist: the Great Find. A legendary stash of colossal value--what that be exactly (gold, jewels, stollen goods, etc.), varies from the numerous legends--said to be hidden away in the desert where none may find. A great legend, but a legend all the same. But not to him.
His infamy grew with each passing year and each town he raided, and soon the name of the One-Eyed Man was known all across the Old West. A large bounty of forty thousand was placed on his head and sheriffs and bounty hunters alike died trying to claim it. Eventually, wishing to increase his search radius and time, the One-Eyed Man bought the guns of the small-time Copperhead gang, promising all the loot they pleased from the raided towns in exchange for following his orders. The Copperhead gang, seeing an opportunity to increase their income as well as their credit by associating themselves with this man, agreed to follow him. The gang grew in size and imfamy and, eventually, everyone in the west knew the name of the One-Eyed Man's gang: now called the Rattlesnake gang.
A few more years have since passed and the One-Eyed Man's search has continued on fruitlessly, no closer to his goal than from when he start. His gang has now set out from their hideout to their next target: Whispering Springs, where rumor has risen that a well-dressed city man in possession of a valuable item is planning to next make rest. Be it what he seek or not, the One-Eyed Man plans to acquire the item.
Extra:
Theme Song: "Harmonica's Cry"