[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/45/11/ef/4511efcd6da064d541828728f32d049c--musica-folk-art-music.jpg[/img][h1][color=663399][b]Bernard Young[/b][/color][/h1]
[h2]a.k.a. [color=663399]Powderfinger[/color][/h2]

[url=https://youtu.be/pMBaeOma_D0]“Shelter me from the powder and the finger.
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger.”[/url][/center]

[b][color=663399]Age[/color][/b]
33

[b][color=663399]Bio[/color][/b]
Bernard Young may not be the smartest man in the West, nor the fastest gun (or the most accurate, for that matter), but, doggone it, he might just be the most resilient. When he was just a three-year-old babe, while his father and his father’s father were hunting and Bernard was home with his uncle and grandmother, Dawson’s men came via a boat. His family’s estate was nearby what’s now known as the town of Dawson, right next to the river. They wanted to seize the land, just as they had done with the town. Joe, his uncle, tried to fight back. He picked up his father’s rifle, said his prayers, and started shooting.

By the time Bernard’s father and grandfather came home, all they found was the mutilated corpse of Joe, the bloody, brutalized remains of the family’s matriarch, the crying, hidden Bernard, and a note by the door that read: “[i]This now here land is the property of Mr. Richard Dawson, a most righteous, pious, and respected man.”[/i]

[i]A most righteous, pious, and respected man.[/i]

Those were the words with which Bernard came to identify the man who took everything away from his family and murdered his kin, and so he did everything in his power to be anything but.

Bernard grew up to become a drunk, irreverent, godless, no good scoundrel; always in the search for gold. He went everywhere and elsewhere in his journey, rarely finding anything of worth, but becoming an expert on demolition, survival and sneakery (after all, one's never the only one searching for gold in any given place, and greed can be a great motivator for man's  most violent instincts) in the process. His talent for making things go [i]boom[/i] made him earn the title [b][color=663399]Powderfinger[/color][/b].

Now, he’s right back where he started. On that damned town they call Dawson. Only this time, he’s not looking for gold. As the tales his father used to tell him as a child come back with urgency to his mind, so does the desire for revenge. Bernard’s got a fistful of dynamite and a good idea of where Mr. Richard Dawson ([i]righteous, pious, respected[/i]) can stick it.

[b][color=663399]Weapons[/color][/b]
An old Colt Dragoon Revolver, and a whole lot of dynamite.

[b][color=663399]Relationships[/color][/b]
His whole family is dead, but he’s always accompanied by his faithful hound-dog Old King.

[b][color=663399]Recruited?[/color][/b]
No.