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[u][b][color=darkorange]Selina[/color][/b][/u]
[b][center]Constantin LeBlanc[/center][/b]
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Since he had been a young child, Constantin had understood violence as a simple, but effective solution. Once, the other kids had mocked him as a bastard, and called his mother a whore, but once he had started to take teeth and crack noses, nobody said anything. Sure, the teacher would hand him beatings that would make him cough out blood the day after, but at least he no longer had to deal with their laughter and mocking...

Pulling his foot away from the smashed shoulder, Constantin spat out, as he glared at the man on the ground. [b]"Whats the matter? Oh, something on your face? Wait i wipe it off your..."[/b] A hand on his shoulder made Constatin turn around, his hand on his pistol. His scared eye met Ricks, as he narrowed his glare, before pushing his hand off his shoulder. [b]"Take your fucking hand off, Yankee.."[/b] Breathing heavy, Constatin slowly let the rush of anger and Adrenalin fade away, as the thought of opium filled his mind. It was in moments like this, that he longed for both a woman and a pipe in equal measures. [b]"Now ge..."[/b] His words were cut short, as a man entered the Establishment, his face covered by the shadow and the glare from the outside, yet the golden star on his chest made it clear who he was...the sheriff of this town.