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[h1][center]Henry Leopold Adams[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]The Coyote, "Leo"[/center][/h2]

Age: 28

Appearance: Leo is 6'2" with dark green eyes, and dark brown hair. He has a nasty scar across his cheek, which leaves a bald spot in his five o'clock shadow, and goatee. He usually wears a white collared shirt that's been dyed and stained from the heat, sleeves rolled up with a dark brown leather vest. He has black dress pants, a handkerchief around his neck, boots, sometimes a worn jacket. He always wears a worn rancher hat. On his side is an old silver revolver, and always carries his dad's gold pocket watch in his vest pocket.

Bio: My story starts in the town of Dawson before it was even named Dawson. My mommy and daddy lived there five years before Richard Dawson showed up, making a living as humble blacksmiths for their town, and weary travelers. When I was born I worked as a "junior apprentice" for my old man when I was able to walk and talk. By this time Dawson had officially became Dawson, and it was clear that things were going downhill fast. Long story short, my parents sold to some Indians that came through town, Mayor Dawson didn't like it, and shot my parents after they begged for their lives... I was going to be shot too, but the bullet missed and hit my on the cheek. The stupid son of a bitch told his men that I was "innocent of sin." That was his first mistake.

I left that town before it got any worse. I was nine at the time, but I managed to run away to another village and become an apprentice for another blacksmith. I soon became the fronthead for the shop though, because I too had a way with words. I could talk people into buying all sorts of things, and once I reached a certain age, I was quite the man for women. Another long story short, there was a group of men that came into our town thinkin' they owned the place, started disrespecting me and the blacksmith, and a few other patrons in the saloon. At this point I've been practicing gunslinging for a while. So, I asked them kindly to get the hell out of the town, and when they refused, I outdrew them. Turns out they were Dawson's boys. I was no longer welcome.

By the age of 18, I set off on my own. For over ten years I felt empty, and dull from most things, but when I shot those men... It sparked something inside me. It gave me purpose. I knew what I had to do at that point. I'd be a fool to go after Richard Dawson at such a young age. He probably didn't even remember me, I was one of a thousand little boys he spared after killing their parents. I wasn't so quick to forget. I started to gain a reputation around these parts. A silver tongued vigilante that wouldn't hesitate to kill off anyone affiliated with Dawson and his gang. 

Now, with some experience under my belt, and connections in hidden places, I set out to assemble a team with common interests in dealin' with Mr. Richard Dawson.

Personality: Leo is a suave, gentlemen with a silver tongue. His morals may not be as straight as others, but he does follow his own rules to at least make him better than Richard Dawson could ever be. He self taught himself how to read and write, and liked to recite poems to bring points across. He can be merciful, but at the same time has seen enough to get the job done, no matter what the cost. He has a deep hatred for Richard Dawson, but he does have a sense of humor and likes to have a good time when they aren't working towards their goal. Has a soft spot for families, and will go out of his way to try and help them.

Weapons: An old silver revolver, a Winchester rifle, and a whip

Relationships: If anyone's interested in anything let me know!

Recruited: Yes

Other: Contrary to popular belief, Leo would rather talk his way out of a situation rather than fighting his way out.


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EDIT: I will eventually get a description of the city of Dawson, just didn't want you guys to wait any longer