[center][color=f7941d][b][h2]Rafael Angelico “Angel” Rivera[/h2][/b][/color][/center]

Age: 32
Gender: Male

[u]Personality[/u]
Angel would like to think himself to be perceived as a lighthearted sort. He laughs with others, at bad jokes, at funny circumstances and when he feels the most comfortable. But he also laughs at the most macabre things you might think of, most of all death. The death of others, the thought of his own death and most importantly: the death which he causes. He has a tendency of lying very frequently, even about the most mundane of things. He’ll often tell tales of his past, and it’s always hard to tell when he’s pulling your leg or actually telling the truth. Angel vehemently despises alcohol for whatever reason, and can ofttimes be seen throwing scornful glances at peers who partake in drinking.

The man lacks any sort of code of conduct or honor or morals, it would seem. The only reason anyone would see fit to have him around is that he’s effective. He doesn’t necessarily carry out orders particularly well, since he has a nasty habit of improvising when something doesn’t sit right with him. However, Angel works well with others, even though he doesn’t work as well for others. He doesn’t abandon his comrades when things look grim and he gladly offers his advice on anything - even though his advice may not be the most advised advice you could get.

[u]History[/u]
Angel’s origin is somewhat up to debate. He’s claimed that he was born to a poor family who didn’t want him and decided to leave him at the doorstep of a rich, pampering couple who he ran away from at a young age because he felt the call of banditry in his blood. No, he was kidnapped by injuns when he was a baby and raised to become a savage native, that’s why he’s so fierce and hot-headed. Actually, he was never born, so to speak. He emerged from the heavens as an angel of death, set upon the world to wreak havoc.

But there’s a tale told of a boy who lived with a large and simple family. Simple, but happy. They all worked on their field, traded using grain and celebrated birthdays and other important occasions with themselves and close friends. The tale tells of a boy who grew up to be a man, dissatisfied with the way his life was set up to be, a man who snuck out into the night and left a family distraught. The man did many things during his travels, he experienced much honorable enough work, but nothing quite made him feel right. The tale tells of a man who thought it was unfair how some people had more metal chinking in their pockets than others, and decided to do something about it. The man shot the wealthy but found that the poor would not associate themselves with a bandit.

But eventually, the man found a family. Several families. Some families experienced betrayal, some families experienced death, some families simply decided it was no longer worth it. Throughout the years, the man started to find himself less and less bothered by death. He lost many friends, and he killed many who he didn’t care for. He had also brushed shoulders with it himself in many a different way. One might say, he started to take a shining to death. It was easy, it was something he could do, and it was a relief when he emerged the survivor. And maybe a part of him wanted to find someone better at it than him.

Weaknesses: Insubordinate, has a tendency of escalating hostile situations, lies frequently.
Strengths: A charming hispanic accent, excellent gunslinger, fantastic liar.

Other: Always carries with him a revolver and a trusty Winchester rifle. Doesn’t really own a horse, but somehow always has one anyway…

Description:
Angel has a lean build and stands at about six feet even in height. His skin tone could well be described as “honey”-coloured and his face is adorned by a subtly unevenly grown goatee and moustache. His hair is dark, curly and often cut short, and his eyes have a dark brown colour. His face could be described as a bit gaunt, but he never looks unhappy: in fact, he is almost always found with a lazy smile across his face. He keeps his revolver holstered on his left hip and his rifle on his back, protruding over his left shoulder.

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