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[color=gray][b][sup]Well we only got the two melons
I  say  we  fill  one  with  s h i n e
and   the   other   with    tannerite[/sup][/b][/color]

[color=bebebe][i]E[/i]ighteen [color=black]||[/color] [i]F[/i]emale [color=black]||[/color] [i]5[/i]' 5" [color=black]||[/color] [i]1[/i]30 lbs[/color][/center][color=bebebe][sub][h3][b][i][color=gray]S[/color][/i][/b] p e c i a l i t y[/h3][/sub][img]http://i.imgur.com/gWGue27.png[/img]
[indent]Jack of all trades, master of none. Unless you count roping and riding 'cause she can wrestle anything with legs. She learned to shoot at the age of five; never too young to protect the chattel from rustlers and varmints. She's handy with explosives, just ask the John Deere at the bottom of the pond, but hey, she did "catch" some fish. And there was never a lack of weaponry choices around her house to fiddle around with.[/indent]
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[indent]Plaid, leather, lace and fringe. She wears a beat up black stetson over sun bleached mahogany curls that usually find their way in and out of a messy assortment of braids. She's got a glimmer in her mischievous hazel eyes that says the girl can take a punch and a smile that begs you to try it. She's got an extremely expressive face; eyebrows, eyes and lips that dare her to try and loose at some hold 'em. She has dimples that betray an innocence she'd rather hide and usually does, pulling up the black paisley bandana that's tied around her neck for dust storms.
[indent][b][color=gray][ & ][/color][/b] O t h e r
[indent]She's got her family brand, "J" with horns, on her left butt cheek
"Come And Take It" tattooed between her shoulders on her upper back
Star for Texanis tattooed behind her right ear
Scar on her left arm where her brother Boone shot her with an arrow
[indent]and then mangled trying to pull it out before Pa noticed[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[indent]If Davie Crockett fucked a bottle of whiskey and then John Wayne drank it, she'd likely be the resulting tipsy two step. She talks too much, too loud and lady like meant she was fixin' to cook a pie when a neighbor took ill. She ain't the brightest lightning bug in the jar but Pa always says she made up for it with her gumption. Then again, she was the first girl after four boys so Pa always thought she hung the moon. The baby-can-do-no-wrong attitude cranked her wild child nature to an absurd level. She pulled on the reins once a blue moon, usually after Mama came home crying because the ladies at church were whispering about her heathen daughter. But it wasn't really her fault she had an unyielding need to keep up with the boys and often jump at their dares to impress them. She's the product of a sheltered life; easily impressed to the degree that little things amaze and fascinate her.[/indent] 
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[indent]You hear Meemaw tell it and they've been on Texanis since right of way went to the tumble weeds. Their roots have grown roots and the folks she calls kin numbers a little less than half of their head on the ranch. Cattle ranchers, the lot of them. Mama says she was born trouble, popped out right in the back barn while the devil was beating his wife and Pa was chasing down a troublesome mustang in the western fields.

She'd never really aspired to much, let alone any thoughts of greatness. Hell, if she could win the buckle from that gap toothed Kessler boy she'd be tickled pink and probably call it a life worth living. She did always love the stars though. When everyone else was watching the mudders she'd lean back in the bed of the pickup and wonder what all was going on out there. She'd name them silly things, like the baying hound and the beaten bandit and make up stories about all the things they meant and try not to think about the taint of xenos and city folks.

Boone and Flint got into moonshinin' with the Curry boys and Bronc married a girl from money whose family set him up with some city boy job. Remington, always the responsible one, was fixin' to take over the homestead and so her family started grumbling about her finding her own path. Likely they meant settle down, take a job as a teacher, but she went right on and enlisted. See those stars she'd been dreamin' about, meet some xenos from exotic lands, and kill 'em all.[/indent] 
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[indent]She's got the regular standard issue weaponry plus a cattle prod that can be extended to about an arms length strapped to her right thigh, opposite from her peacebreaker autopistol. Plainstrider autogun rests on her back, combat knife stuck in her boot. Plus she carries a saddle bag with all the fixin's for homemade explosive rounds; good for a bit of a boom and can take down the thick skinned space hogs of Texanis, likely would have the same result for a xenos.
[indent][b][color=gray][ & ][/color][/b] P e r s o n a l i z a t i o n
[indent]Both the peacebreaker and plainstrider have adapted grips of pink camo engineered polymer[/indent][/indent][/indent] 
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