[hider=Joshua][hider=What the hell you lookin' at?][img]https://i.imgur.com/qafPCxK.png[/img][/hider]
[b]Name[/b]: Joshua Addair

[b]Age[/b]: 27

[b]Occupation[/b]: Laborer

[b]Appearance[/b]: Joshua is just on the taller side of your average man, standing at exactly 6 feet tall (183cm). Due to his day trade as a laborer, he is anything but lanky despite his height. He's not exactly a circus muscle man, but his body is strong and toned. His dark brown hair has lightened somewhat over the years spent in the sun, making for some mismatched browns in his head and facial hair. He keeps his hair short, cutting it himself when he can't get to a barber. Similarly, he keeps his beard on the shorter side too, but worries less about it than his head. He is Caucasian, a fifth generation Scot (though that means little to him), and it's not unusual to find freckles, moles and sunspots on his light skin. He has a few scars on his hands and legs from everyday injuries, but the most noticeable thing about this average looking man is that there's a piece of his right ear missing from a wayward bullet, a man pulling a gun on him during a fist fight ([i]"fuckin' coward"[/i]).

[b]Personality[/b]: Joshua keeps mostly to himself, the only people he really talks to being his foreman and fellow laborers. Seldomly he'll tag along on saloon trips and make light chatter with the other patrons. Despite his mostly introspective nature, he will help people in need - if it's something small. He doesn't play hero, leaving that work to the sheriff, and he keeps his money close. He plays his cards close to his chest but he isn't a wilting flower - in particular, he gets annoyed easily and especially angry if he is stared at for too long. Maybe his aversion to being looked at contributes to his personality, but he just finds it aggravating. He also isn't afraid to let his feelings known when he gets provoked, though mostly he's a "mind your own business" type of man.

[b]Possessions[/b]:
[list][*].44 caliber Remington 1875 SAA[list][*]Joshua took to carrying a gun ever since the "ear incident." He'd never had a problem defending himself before but the world seemed to be getting rougher. He bought it off a War of Rebellion vet and quickly taught himself how to properly use it.[/list]
[*]Silver Crucifix[list][*]The one thing of real value Joshua actually owns, a keepsake from his sister. Although mixed with a copper alloy, it's silver purity is high. It's hung from a simple leather cord. He doesn't wear it around his neck, instead keeps it wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.[/list]
[*]Canvas Tent & Fixin's[list][*]He doesn't carry it with him of course, but his spot in the company's chosen camp area just outside of town has: a modest bedroll, small oil lamp only able to light the inside of the tent, an iron pot and stakes, small blade for various use, and his many cartons of cigarettes. 
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[b]Backstory[/b]: Although not originally from Longwater, Joshua has lived here long enough to consider it a home of sorts. His family - consisting of a mother, father, older sister and himself - moved into town when he was a young boy. Technically a Catholic household, the family didn't often attend mass together. Father was a workhorse obsessed with making money, and what little he made went into the home, horse, and further business opportunities. Mother had a small garden that she tended to most of the day, and focused on keeping the household afloat. Older sister, Sophie, tried her hardest to help out but her true passion was learning. She was away more often than not during the day actually studying at the local church. As for Joshua, he was a rambunctious child... at first.

Eventually Father's lust for money seemed to poison him, and he fell victim to several other vices and sins in his desperation to acquire more. He grew resentful of his wife and children, who he viewed as lazy leeches. He frequented the saloon for solace, falling prey to the drink. When Father started physically taking out his frustrations on his family, the once happy and humble household grew quiet and reserved. Joshua was no exception. Years went by of this sad state of living until it came to a head one night when Father returned home, drunk, and picked up the kitchen knife that Mother took care of so well (she knew Father wouldn't spend the money on a new one after all). At dusk, just after supper, Father stabbed Mother several times and turned the blade on the wailing siblings. Sophie protected Joshua, scooping him up to run and earning herself a nasty slice across her right breast and arm. They fled into the grass, pursued by Father, when a stranger with a gun just happened to be passing by. He shot the drunken patriarch and went to fetch the sheriff to tell him what had happened while Sophie and Joshua made their way to the church. 

A few days of healing, a few weeks of traveling, a few years of living in a small shack and making ends meet between the two of them. Eventually they parted ways, though they still exchange letters - Sophie having learned to read and write and teaching Joshua while they survived together. Sophie moved East, and Joshua dearly hoped she wouldn't have trouble getting married what with the gruesome scar that still could be seen on  her body. She left Joshua her crucifix, for luck. As for Joshua himself, he had taken several odd jobs growing up and that continued into his adulthood as he traveled around Kansas and other states either digging holes, laying steel, chopping wood, etc. His work led him back to Longwater last year, the company tasked with building a new inn and some new homes for the expanding town. He isn't exactly thrilled to be back, but he's long since put the memories of when he lived here behind him, just focusing on doing his job.[/hider]