Post by furlow on Jul 5, 2009 13:36:02 GMT -5
Name: "Pecos" Furlow Satz
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Outlaw
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description): Pecos Satz is a self-styled sharp-shootin' son of a gun. Tall, with muscle to spare, this tiger's collection of battle scars and exotic appearance make him a sight you don't wish to see in a dark alleyway. He made a name for himself with several famous train heists and stick ups, and now he's come to Brenton ready for more of the same.
He's known for his tattered old poncho and classic cowboy hat, both of which look older than he is. In his holsters are a pair of well worn, well maintained pistols, and he always keeps a nasty looking curved Indian knife in his boot in case of emergency.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.): Furlow Satz put down his drink and sighed. "Listen, Sherrif. I'm old, gettin' older by the minute. I ain't got the energy to be acceptin' every standoff that young whippersnappers offer. So here's the deal. You can either just let it go for today, or else give me a good reason to leave my drink, or else you can just shoot an unarmed, half-drunken man. Yer choice."
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Outlaw
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description): Pecos Satz is a self-styled sharp-shootin' son of a gun. Tall, with muscle to spare, this tiger's collection of battle scars and exotic appearance make him a sight you don't wish to see in a dark alleyway. He made a name for himself with several famous train heists and stick ups, and now he's come to Brenton ready for more of the same.
He's known for his tattered old poncho and classic cowboy hat, both of which look older than he is. In his holsters are a pair of well worn, well maintained pistols, and he always keeps a nasty looking curved Indian knife in his boot in case of emergency.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.): Furlow Satz put down his drink and sighed. "Listen, Sherrif. I'm old, gettin' older by the minute. I ain't got the energy to be acceptin' every standoff that young whippersnappers offer. So here's the deal. You can either just let it go for today, or else give me a good reason to leave my drink, or else you can just shoot an unarmed, half-drunken man. Yer choice."