So I started one, but the reality is that I am having a hard time keeping up with my current RP's and need to focus on that. However, if [@Noxious] throws in or something, I'll finish the WIP.

[hider][b]Name:[/b] Clayton Robert Blevins Jr.
[b]Age:[/b] 18
[b]Speciality:[/b] Accuracy, even by the standards of his legendarily bored, 'hey y'all watch THIS!' planet. He hits what he's aiming at every time. In addition to his tobacco spitting skills, he's also mighty handy with a rifle, but his ability to land tobacco where he aims it is pretty unnatural. Someone reported him to a commissar as a potential mutant. That pissed Cleet-Bob off. It was found to be a total lie of course, that's all skill, no Chaos corruption, though Papa Nurgle no doubt smiles fondly upon Cleet-Bob's spitting skills. 
[b]Gender:[/b] Yer goddamn right he's a cowboy.
[b]Height:[/b] Six foot.
[b]Weight:[/b] One ninety seven.
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKalpoRSdz4/Ss_DMjb7rXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oDhKcypwSEI/s400/cowboy_hunter.jpg[/img]
[b]Other Appearance:[/b] There's a round scar on his bicep from a bullet entry wound, and a funny story to go with that one...
[b]Personality:[/b] "What the heyll kinda question is that? You must be a special kind of stupid there." (10)
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