My character is finally done!

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[center][h1][b][color=f7976a]Roxanne Westfield[/color][/b][/h1]
[h2]a.k.a. Black Rose[/h2][/center]
[color=f7941d][b][i]"I ain't afraid to love a man. 
I ain't afraid to shoot him either!"[/i][/b][/color]

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[h3][color=f7976a]Full Name:[/color][/h3] 
Roxanne Westfield
[h3][color=f7976a]Also known as:[/color][/h3]
Roxy, Black Rose
[h3][color=f7976a]Age:[/color][/h3]
26
[h3][color=f7976a]Gender:[/color][/h3]
Female
[h3][color=f7976a]Occupation:[/color][/h3]
Bandit
[h3][color=f7976a]Known Family:[/color][/h3]
Samson Westfield (Father) - Deceased
Anne Westfield (Mother) - Deceased
Jackson Westfield (Brother) - Deceased
[h3][color=f7976a]Accompanied by:[/color][/h3]
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[h3][color=f7976a]Equipment:[/color][/h3]
Winchester Model 1876
Twin Colt 1873 Single Action Revolver
[h3][color=f7976a]Skills:[/color][/h3]
Marksmanship
Horse riding
Lockpicking
Quick on the draw

[h3][color=f7976a]Appearance[/color][/h3]
Roxanne stands at about 5 feet 6 inches The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is heart-shaped, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her shoulder-length hair is a rich shade of chestnut brown that may appear to be a lighter or darker hue, depending on the lighting conditions. Her skin is tanned and boasts a hint of golden undertones and carries some scars from her days of banditry. Her figure is pear-shaped and athletic with her fair share of muscles gained from her highly physical lifestyle.


[h3][color=f7976a]Personality:[/color][/h3]
Roxanne’s quite the character. She’s been known to be both bold and adventurous, always keen in trying out new things, be it discovering new places or partaking in activities she had never done before. She’s not exactly fearless, it’s just that there is little that scares her to begin with. Possessing a mean daredevil streak within her, she’s never overly cautious and has no qualms about diving face-first into danger, which most would regard as needless recklessness. Roxy isn’t one to be afraid or hesitant when it comes to doing or committing to decisions. When she decides on a task, she follows through from start to end. Telling her that something is dangerous only seems to excite her more into being involved than otherwise. For the most part, she’s carefree, taking whatever curve balls decide to throw at her next.

[h3][color=f7976a]Biography:[/color][/h3]
I was born the only girl to my parents Samson and Anne Westfield. We were ranchers who reared and owned horses for a living and thus my brother and I learnt to ride horses from an early age. As we grew up, riding began to feel like second nature to us, and the whole family helped out at the ranch throughout the day doing a variety of duties and responsibilities. Papa thought it would best if everyone in the family learnt how to shoot, and so we both eventually learnt the inner workings of a pistol and rifle as soon as we were able. I very soon discovered that I had a natural talent with the weapons that made my father awfully proud.

One day, a group of armed men on horses came to the farm, demanding from Papa the liberation of his horses for the needs of Richard Dawson and his men. They were to get nothing in return except for the gratitude of Mr. Dawson(which was honestly worse that horse shit anyhow). Papa wasn't having it, not by any means. A gunfight soon ensued, and we were heavily outnumbered. Papa and Mama told us to run, while they fought valiantly, but their lives and ammo were eventually spent, claimed by the men of Dawson. Tears ran down our face, as I sworn vehemently that one day I would have my revenge against Richard Dawson.

Me and my brother managed to join up with a bandit gang, which did all forms of illegal activities ranging from acting as highwaymen to carrying out contract work and even robbing establishments such as banks and more. The leader's name was called Big Nose Fred and I was his third. With every successful heist, our notoriety grew. Wanted posters began to show up for our more famous brothers and sisters-in arms. The group had frequent run-ins with other outlaws and their groups, not to mention the Dawsons and their cronies. During one of the confrontations, Big Nose Fred and most of the gang were ambushed and wiped out by one of the rival gangs.

The rest of the remaining survivors scattered, and their band of bandits was no more. My brother Jackson had been one of them, which meant that I had no family members left. Now all by my lonesome, I wandered alone until I heard that a group was being formed to take down Richard Dawson. Now that was a cause I could get behind.

[h3][color=f7976a]Recruited:[/color][/h3]
Yes


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