[hider=Vengeful Cowboy] [center][img]https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1200/0*2F7VgzxC4N948_6Q.jpeg[/img] [/center] [color=orange][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color] Arthur Donaven [color=orange][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color] 30 [color=orange][u][b]Sex:[/b][/u][/color] Male [color=orange][u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u][/color] Bisexual [color=orange][u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u][/color] Single [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Body[/h3][/center][/color] [color=orange][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color] 6'1 [color=orange][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color] 221 [color=orange][u][b]Hair:[/b][/u][/color] Auburn [color=orange][u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u][/color] L eye Green/R eye Blue [color=orange][u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u][/color] Tanned [color=orange][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color] Arthur has the build of a man who has worked hard his entire life, and has the scars to match. His fore arms are littered in scars ranging from burns to bullet wounds, but the most noticeable ones are the long jagged scar that crosses over his jugular across his throat, and what appears to be claw marks going across his face from left to right. [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Soul[/h3][/center][/color] [color=orange][u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][/color] Liquor of any kind, Sex, Animals of any kind, Honest people, the color green, His hat and Duster, fighting [color=orange][u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][/color] Rich people, Lies, anyone who attacks the weak, automobiles, electronics, anyone who thinks they are better then anyone else [color=orange][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color] [list] [*] Can ride horses/bulls/donkeys/mules [*] Crack shot with any revolver/lever action rifle [*] Can clean any revolver in one minute or less. [*] Can make a weapon out of anything in a fight. [*] Can stitch up cuts and gashes. [*] His left eye is capable of seeing in the dark, and seeing paranormal entity's that would otherwise go unnoticed. [/list] [color=orange][u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color] [list] [*] 1862- Mathius Donovan is born [*] 1885- Mathius Donovan becomes Sheriff [*] 1883- Mathius Donovan Marries [*] 1883- Mathius Donovan retires and buys a ranch [*] 1891- Arthur Donovan is born [*] 1906- Mathius Donovan is shot down and Arthur Donovan inherits the family ranch [*] 1911- Arthur Donovan kills his father's murderer in self defense after confronting the man [*] 1916- Arthur Donovan Marries [*] 1920- Arthur begins having nightmares [*] 1921- Arthur and his wife are attacked by an unseen force leaving Arthur as the only survivor [*] 1921- Arthur discovers he can now see things he shouldn't be able too see. [/list] [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Story[/h3][/center][/color] Arthur had been many things over the last thirty years, all of which lead him here. Riding a horse through the middle New York City, one of the few places on this earth he had sworn he would never end up, garbed in his father's old riding duster and Hat, and a dust caked flannel and jeans. Not more then a month ago he had been a simple rancher, but thanks to life's shitty sense of humor he had lost it all. With everything he now owned saddled to his trusty steed, Arthur knew of one place to go when life got hard. Thanks to the prohibition saloons were long gone, replaced with speakeasy's but as long as Arthur cold get drunk that's all he cared about. The only problem was they didn't just advertise themselves to the world. But if you knew what to look for you'd find one. One of the things to keep an eye out for were what Arthur had refered to as mules. They were those who spent abnormal amounts of time near any one business, usually on the lookout for the law. It took a while but eventually Arthur happened upon a young lad who had been circling the same drug store for going an hour. The kid was clearly on edge and the moment he spotted Arthur and his horse he grew even more tense, almost shrinking into himself as if to make himself smaller and less noticeable. Sliding off his saddle, his boots hit the paved road beneath him with a clank of his spurs, and reaching into his duster he pulled out a handful of dollar bills before waving them casually at the boy saying. "Hey boy, looking to make a quick buck?" The boy noticed the money first and after checking the surroundings, for what Arthur could only assume was for the law, the boy mde his way to Arthur cautiously saying "Need somethin mister?" "Listen up boy, I got seven dollars here for you, but first I just need you to answer two questions." The boy nodded cautiously acknowledging him so he continued."First off, as I'm sure you noticed I aint from these parts, and I was hoping you could tell me if the drug store might be selling anything that could wet my whistle?" The boy eye'd the man over for a long while before leaning in close and whispering "I'd ask inside for the miss." Arthur thanked the boy for the information before smiling down at him saying "Last question, While I'm inside would you be willing to keep an eye on my horse? She's friendly as the day is long, and as long as you stay beside her you'll be fine." The boy eye'd the horse over slowly before nodding to Arthur agreeing to watch his horse. With a smile Arthur handed the boy the reigns and the seven dollars before slipping a carrot and an apple out of one of the saddle bags, handing the apple to the boy before feeding the carrot to his horse. "Her names Sally. You be nice to her and she'll be nice to you." As soon as Arthur was finished with the boy and certain he wasn't about to take off with his horse he made his way into the old Drug store. As Arthur entered the drug store the door set off the bell drawing the Attention of a scrappy looking man behind the counter. "Welcome, welcome! If there's anything I can help ya find just holler." The man said in a sickeningly sweet tone. "Actually," Arthur began " I was hoping to talk to the miss?" The man behind the counter suddenly lost all of his cheery demeanor as he eyed Arthur over suspiciously for a long minute. "I'm new in town and someone told me she could help me fill my canteen." The man stayed silent for almost an entire minute as he eye'd Arthur over from top to bottom before nodding his head in the direction of the door behind him labeled 'Employees Only'. Arthur thanked the man before heading through the door leading too a old dark stairwell. As the farther down the steps he went the more and more he began to smell the distinct smell of liquor and Arthur knew anything it was that either they had the law in there pocket or they would be found out soon enough. Reaching the bottom of the old cobblestone steps Arthur stood in front of a featureless oak door framed in brick. Stepping through the threshold Arthur had barely managed to get his hat off his head before one of the patrons glanced his way, spitting disagreeably at his feet. Arthur paused for a moment, debating on weather he should teach this drunkard a lesson, but was drawn from his choice as the voice of a woman rang out through the bar. "Jessie Miller! What have I told you about spitting at strangers!" Arthur was quick to spot the origin of the voice, a short old woman with a fire behind her eyes, "Your officially cut off!" The old man tried to argue but as he stood from his stool his legs gave out sending him crashing to the ground, asleep. Stepping over the man Arthur took a seat and tapped on the bar saying gruffly. "Thanks for that doll, I'll have some panther piss." The gruff old woman offered what could only be a warm smile as she filled a glass and slid it his way. As she went to put the bottle away Arthur slapped a crisp ten down on the bar with a smirk saying "Leave the bottle." Hours passed with as Arthur drank his pain away, until a certain conversation between a father and his son drew his attention. "But pa! It's good money!" The younger boy protested. "I said no, and that's final! No son'o mine is gonna work with a women!" the father shouted back angrily. "Pa! What's wrong with workin with a women?" "It's not just that son. There's just something not right about that girl. She aint right in the head is all. Arthur had heard enough at that point. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey beside him Arthur tipped the bottle back downing what was left before making his way over to the pair of bickering family members. It wasn't too hard to get more information and after receiving the phone number from the boy, Arthur made his leave, a nice thrum rushing through his head thanks to the whisky. The next two hours were a blur of faces and voices, swirling around a drink addled brain. Arthur found himself standing in front of a phone in a desolate room, barren of any furniture or signs of anyone having been in that room for years based on the thick layer of dust that covered everything. But the most concerning thing of all was the fact that there were no footprints in the dust leading to the table. The floor was completely undisturbed. Releasing a breath of air Arthur had been unaware he was holding he reached for the phone saying "I got to find out what's wrong with me." [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color] [color=orange][u][b]Color Code: FFA500[/b][/u][/color] [color=orange][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] "My Rifle, My Pony, and Me" By Dean Martin [/hider]