[Hider=The Outlaw] [center][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRfjZi9CgJVrPY8MiUmEYxk5enG0O6GXrUOdfXgW1h6J-ZYf7fF[/img] [h3]Charlie "Slick" Walker ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human[/h3][/center] [hr] [u]Appearance[/u] [b]Height:[/b] [indent]5'11[/indent] [b]Weight:[/b] [indent]180 lbs[/indent] [b]Hair Color:[/b] [indent]Black[/indent] [b]Eye Color:[/b] [indent][Brown (left), Gray (right)[/indent] [b]Skin Tone:[/b] [indent]Brown[/indent] [hr] [u]Psychology[/u] [b]Likes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ Beer, whiskey, whatever does the job ⋆ Earnin' ⋆ Riding a good horse ⋆ A fine lady to keep his bed warm [/indent] [b]Dislikes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ Being ordered what to do. It doesn't hurt to ask… or beg. Still might say no. ⋆ Sitting around wasting time where there's money to be made. ⋆ Uppity folk. You know who you are. ⋆ Change [/indent] [b]Fears:[/b] [indent] ⋆ Traveling on foot ⋆ Not being able to be free ⋆ Pretty much any large creature native to Avalia [/indent] [b]Sexuality:[/b] [indent]Heterosexual[/indent] [b]Personality:[/b] [indent] Slick isn't afraid to talk to anyone. He might avoid certain conversations with certain people on the account of maintaining tact, but the man is known for socializing with the likes of many folk. Selfish? That's an understatement. The man would horde his last breath of air if given the circumstance. He's kind and… he's mean too. It's all about how you treat him. Slick values respect above most things, so if he perceives you're being respectful, he'll show you the same. That or he'll trick you for being too naive. Slick could be your friend for years… and he'd still throw you down to save his own skin. Sacrifice? That's a madman's idea! Ill-tempered? Not unless you piss him off. Calm? You keep him well fed with a decent supply of drink and he'll be as calm as anyone could be. Remember! Decent supply, not ample supply. A piss drunk Slick ain't calm. When it comes to patience, Slick can wait as long as there is something else to do. If you don't keep him occupied, well shit. He's brave when he feels he's got the upper hand. If he doesn't then it's time to beat feet and run for the hills. He isn't an anxious one, but he does get nervous when traveling long distances on foot. He feels too vulnerable to the wilds and others. Slick has a damn quick reaction speed. Don't slip. He ain't a mastermind, but the man is mighty clever, especially if he has the resources. He'll leave you high and dry without you knowing until he's a league or two away. Charisma?! This smooth-talking man will have you wrapped around his finger so tight it'll turn purple. At least that's what he says. Funny? Unintentionally most of the time, but he loves a good laugh from another's good jokes. He's very sane… to a degree. Energy levels are moderate. Depends on the mood. [/indent] [hr] [u]Background[/u] [b]Occupation[/b] [indent]Old Western Outlaw. That's right… but just call me a survivor. People like that a little better.[/indent] [b]Living Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]Don't want to mention it.[/indent] [b]Dead Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]After my previous reply, what do you think?[/indent] [b]Current Companions:[/b] [indent]Some off pointy eared folk[/indent] [b]Current and Past Lover(s):[/b] [indent]Why do you need to know this? You trying to bring those women here?[/indent] [b]History:[/b] 1883. The west was probably the best place for Slick to be himself. To be truly free on the frontier. Slavery had been abolished, but despite the discrimination from time to time, the west treated him far better than what he might have experienced in the east. Besides, he wasn't really a saint, far from it to be accurate, so being mistreated was more on account of his crimes and reputation. He went from crew to crew, making all sorts of scores. Gold, cash, or even just a good time. Doing jobs as he called them, kept him alive. Not just alive as in well-fed, but it gave him such a rush to participate in such adventurous events. He wasn't a good man, and he knew it. He was just trying to make a living and enjoy life for himself. So much that he picked up a bounty hunting gig to earn some more cash. The only issue… well it wasn't an issue for him. He had to track down some of the people he made money with. They would have done the same, right? If not, they were just fools. He was a fool too. To think he could just help the law and think his past crimes would be ignored. One early morning, while the sun was just barely poking its head from over the horizon, the law surrounded his camp. Slick didn't even have a chance to reach for his gun. He was much too hungover. This was the end. They'd hang him for sure. Well, that's what everyone thought, but ol' Slick got lucky. He got sucked right down into a portal. "Wait what? What's a portal?" [hr] [u]Combat and Magic[/u]: [b]Strength:[/b] 6 [b]Speed on Land:[/b] 5 [b]Speed in Air:[/b] 0 [b]Magical Ability:[/b] 2 [b]Dexterity:[/b] 7 [b]Weapon Proficiency:[/b] 6 [b]Stealth:[/b] 8 [b]Ability on Avalia:[/b] [indent]Air[/indent] [Center][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTknWOMPVt-XUFNX1hQ4gPU3sDXkRYgHvtl8t7UimwjjgYK0l7h[/img][/center][/hider]