Post by jasonverg on Jan 12, 2008 15:56:03 GMT -5
Name:Jason Verg
Age:20
Gender:Male
Job Wanted:Deputy
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description):A young man who initialy started out cattle driving with his dad who spent alot of time teaching him the art and trade of the gunfighter. Through those rugged travels he learned much of the way of the west first hand through many different types of encounters with both rugged terrain and those looking for trouble. It was at this time that he really began to practice his gunman skills. He spent mounths at a time during the moments that he and his father had practicing the art of the quick draw and how to fire with both hands. It took him five years to prefect this through trial and error and violent encounters which nearly killed him and his dad through this behavior but by the time it was over he could draw and fire as quick as a blink of the eye with both hands. It is a skill that he prides himself in as most gunfighters would but still he was not a killer born nor a killer by nature and this sometimes leads to a imbalance of power when he faces men who are true cold blooded killers. Even during the times when him and his father had there bad meetings with ruslters and outlaws of the various kind he would always take a aim for shots that would render them helpless while his dad would aim to finish them off. Still he manages to hold his own. When he turned twenty his dad passed away after their last cattle drove his father passed away due to tuberculosis. After that Jason set his eyes on a different life. After seeing so much on the prarie he has grown to respect the law of the wast and have a dessire to help clean it up. He spent the last of the cash his dad had earned equiping himself with some more expensive fire arms such has his matching peacemakers and his winchester 44. aswell as his daranger. His hessatence to kill has gone away yet still he does not have the heart of a gunman who is all to willing to gun down his opponent.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):Stepped along the dirt road of the town with his hands resting at his sides. The sun was beating down heavily and he was feeling a bit tired from his long walk around the town. It was time for him to meet the town sheriff. From what he understood there was only a town Marshal and that was it. That meant that there might of been a better chance of him being deputized. He wondered what the town Sheriff be like or if he was looking for any more deputies. Still this was his last and final stop and he did not plan on leaving for another town. Either it was the job he hoped for or he would have to look for another place to earn his nickel. The wind blew into him causing his coat to fly back. It seemed like a pretty peacefull town all in all from what he could tell but out here nothing really was truly without violence and dissorder.
Age:20
Gender:Male
Job Wanted:Deputy
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description):A young man who initialy started out cattle driving with his dad who spent alot of time teaching him the art and trade of the gunfighter. Through those rugged travels he learned much of the way of the west first hand through many different types of encounters with both rugged terrain and those looking for trouble. It was at this time that he really began to practice his gunman skills. He spent mounths at a time during the moments that he and his father had practicing the art of the quick draw and how to fire with both hands. It took him five years to prefect this through trial and error and violent encounters which nearly killed him and his dad through this behavior but by the time it was over he could draw and fire as quick as a blink of the eye with both hands. It is a skill that he prides himself in as most gunfighters would but still he was not a killer born nor a killer by nature and this sometimes leads to a imbalance of power when he faces men who are true cold blooded killers. Even during the times when him and his father had there bad meetings with ruslters and outlaws of the various kind he would always take a aim for shots that would render them helpless while his dad would aim to finish them off. Still he manages to hold his own. When he turned twenty his dad passed away after their last cattle drove his father passed away due to tuberculosis. After that Jason set his eyes on a different life. After seeing so much on the prarie he has grown to respect the law of the wast and have a dessire to help clean it up. He spent the last of the cash his dad had earned equiping himself with some more expensive fire arms such has his matching peacemakers and his winchester 44. aswell as his daranger. His hessatence to kill has gone away yet still he does not have the heart of a gunman who is all to willing to gun down his opponent.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):Stepped along the dirt road of the town with his hands resting at his sides. The sun was beating down heavily and he was feeling a bit tired from his long walk around the town. It was time for him to meet the town sheriff. From what he understood there was only a town Marshal and that was it. That meant that there might of been a better chance of him being deputized. He wondered what the town Sheriff be like or if he was looking for any more deputies. Still this was his last and final stop and he did not plan on leaving for another town. Either it was the job he hoped for or he would have to look for another place to earn his nickel. The wind blew into him causing his coat to fly back. It seemed like a pretty peacefull town all in all from what he could tell but out here nothing really was truly without violence and dissorder.