Name~ Desmond or Dezzy to close friends who know how to dodge a friendly punch to the face		

Age~ 29

Gender~ male

Personality~  Dry sense of humor and little patience for fools, quick to say his mind and quicker to back it up with his knuckles.  Does not enjoy having his time wasted.  When he's at ease though simple enough to talk to.  Having Cinnamon around helps with that.  Can even crack a joke or two, if he doesn't think you're an idiot.

History~  His father ran a brothel out of an old hotel, Desmond was one of three children being raised there at the time.  Became close friends with Cinnamon, a girl being raised there as well and a few years younger then him.  He unofficially adopted her as his little sister, keeping an eye out for her and when he became old enough to run off on his own taking her with him.  Des had no interest in running the place in his father's steps and when it was suggested Cinnamon might start working there when she grew old enough decided it was time to leave.  Not one for half measures, Des made sure his dad wouldn't come after them by putting a bullet in him and stealing all the cash the man had to take with them.  As well as his father's horse, guns, and favorite coat which was far too big for him at the time but he'd always been jealous of. He and Cin were on their own for a bit roaming from town to town, taking odd jobs here and there and scraping by somehow.  Then came the Johnson gang.

Weaknesses~  Cinnamon is first and foremost, Des sees her as his little sister. Carrying himself usually as a blunt or cold person, Des has issues with opening up to others or turning his back to them.  Nothing in particular caused this insecurity, just years of having to look out for himself and Cin.  Even before they ran off on their own, Des was basically without support despite the amount of people that were always around them.  A child is easy to miss in a crowd of women lifting their skirts for coin.  Likes his drink.

Strengths~ A quick shot and a quick fist, decent rider when it comes to it but prefers his boots on the ground.  Quicker that way.  Carries a bull whip, reaches for that before his gun and is tough to match when he's got it snapping over head. Pretty good at reading people, much as he hated the brothel he picked up a trick or two there when it came to figuring out what people wanted.  Which is why he tends to be pretty distrustful, what people want rarely lines up with what he and Cin want after all.  

Other~  Still has his father's horse, a big long legged thick barreled gelding he calls Lucian with a dark bay coat.  His father called him spot, but Des thought that was stupid since the only white on the horse was a few socks so he changed it.

Pic/Description~

[b][i]One shot one kill, all luck no skill[/i][/b]



Name~ Cinnamon, Cin

Age~ 18

Gender~ female

Personality~

History~ Her mother worked in a brothel and didn't put much effort into raising Cinnamon.  Instead she was raised mostly by the woman as a group, alongside one or two other children born from nights with Johns.  One of them was Desmond.  Their history is connected from start to current.

Weaknesses~  Sheltered, or as sheltered as a gang runner can be.  Des did solid work keeping her ignorant to most of what her mother was up to and the situation around their departure.  Naive and often rushes along head first without a second thought.

Strengths~ A fair shot, better with a horse then Des could have ever taught her.  Picked it up on her own and through being on the road constantly.  Pretty decent hand when it comes to throwing a stitch or two, a good medic when you can't get to a healer fast enough.  And when it comes to tracking?  She always ends up taking the lead there with no protest from Des when they were on their own.

Other~ stole a dappled grey filly soon as she decided she was too big to ride behind Des on Lucian anymore.  Calls her Trip.   

Pic/Description~


NOT FINISHED DON'T READ IT  gotta feed the cat