POOHEAD189

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Athinar
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Wanderlust (High Casual)

The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon

Gabe raised his eyebrow at Hannibal's theatrics. He thought about his earlier opinion of the man. The eccentric was fast becoming just unhinged in his mind. He shook his head slowly, his duster flowing in the wind as he walked. Unfortunately, he was used to crazy people, having lived in the alleyways with the scum of Oasis most of his life. He couldn't see how the women would eat that kind of stuff up. Then again, he guessed it beat the alternative of what gang fellows did to women. Drink and force.

"You do realize... we are going to be on the move for quite some time, yes? Why... do you have such a heavy garb?"
"Hmm?" he reacted. His steely eyed gaze switched to the statuesque and ebony skinned woman beside him. She carried herself like a warrior. He also thought the question odd, coming from her. "Speak for yourself." he said gruffly. He let the silence last for a few moments, but he realized he should at least converse with her. If he was to be traveling with these folk, he might as well get to know them, or trust them enough to speak plainly. "I used it to keep away the sand and prying hands. If it gets too hot, I'll put it on the camel."
@Athinar

Wanderlust (High Casual)

The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon

The previous day was the hardest thing he'd had to deal with in a long time. Gabe wasn't used to crowds, or attention, save the wary glances from those who knew his reputation. He stayed near the middle to keep away from the reaching hands and the gifts being thrown, but realized he was still in the center of attention. He moved to the back, but only just before the last man on the team, his guns out for all to see as a warning, even now, to keep their distance.

The procession tumbled along through the city, passing streets and alleyways he had run through and killed in his entire life. Memories passed through his mind like fading pictures. Gun shots echoed off the corners of his skull. Cries for mercy-
He cleared his throat and rolled his head along his shoulders. Most of those men deserved it, and right now, that was behind him. He finally had a chance for a new life, or maybe he was simply speeding up his death. In truth, he'd be fine with either one. When night came, he stayed out in the street next to the wagons and camels. He only walked in to get a pint of hard booze for the road.

He suspected everyone felt a sense of sudden fear or trepidation as they passed through the city gates the next day. He felt a small tremor of something, alright. He wasn't afraid, but neither was he filled with excitement or joy. Perhaps he was simply feeling the noose getting tighter. Whatever it was, it dropped around him like a tombstone. It passed quickly, thank Oasis. He put his hands around his gun hilts to feel something familiar, and he gazed around at his new position within the caravan.

Gabriel found himself a little off to the left of the group, near the front but a few paces back. Close enough to listen, at least. Listening could keep a man alive. His rough hand around the reins of his camel. The beast snorted and clopped along obediently. He patted its side to keep it quiet. He needed to hear what was being said up ahead.

The front man he'd heard about. Hannibal... Some crazy bastard known for his eccentricities and gadgets. As long as he didn't expect a warm hug, they'd probably get along fine. The two women caught his attention, and he grinned at the Shield maiden's words. He could understand her sarcasm. His family had been killed too, and he'd been forced to survive on his own. He just didn't quite have her publicity. Not that everyone had forgotten about the Del'tannons. He supposed he was just better or at hiding. His folks not being caught in a conspiracy also helped.
@Viciousmarrow@Rune_Alchemist@Rune_Alchemist

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Hider

Name: Gabriel Del'tanon

Color: Regular red
Age: 28

Gender: Man

Description:

My Hider

With tanned, rough skin and thick brown hair, Gabe certainly looks the part of a desert wanderer. His leather clothes only enhance the look. He's not unhandsome, but not remarkable good looking either. With a strong jaw and piercing amber eyes, he's distinguishable among a crowd alright, though he often has his head covered by his drifter hat. He carries a lean but fit frame, holding himself up at 6 foot even. He only has a Knife to shave with, so his chin is constantly covered in a 5 O'clock shadow.

Occupation: Drifter/Gun for Hire

Personality/Bio: Gabe is tough and no nonsense. He has a dry and dark sense of humor, but he's grim and quick on the draw. He has a code of honor however, and he is anything but heartless. He's just grown used to the harshness of the world, thinking the endless desert is fair mirror for others to look in. It reflects how harsh they can be themselves. He has a soft spot for young folk and women, though if either try to kill him, he won't hold back.

Gabriel grew up in an upper class family, which was nice he supposed until age 8 when his family was killed over some dispute or other. He couldn't remember now if he wanted to. He does remember the fear, and the awakening of his hard self when he snuck out of his house when it happened with his father's gun. He went down to the dusty streets and lived on his own, joining a gang and carving a name for himself. He was 19 when he'd finally had enough of being a scumbag, even if he was well respected for his dangerous nature. He decided to become a Gunslinger for hire, and an explorer if need be.

He made a few expeditions into the desert, but none that took him very far. Just farther than most others, he reckons. He's had to do a few nasty jobs here and there, but none of this magnitude. But he's being paid to keep them safe, and the prospect of new treasures beyond is too much for him to pass up.

Possessions:
Lever Action Rifle
2 Flintlock Pistols
1 Hunting Knife
2 Jugs of water.
4 pounds of beef jerky.
30 feet of rope
Flint and Tinder
Bedroll.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@SalrynnI love the character! I cosplayed him this past halloween XD

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Ok and done again

🦄 The Best Exotic

Sorry, just a habit when I'm mentioning someone. xP He can take his time.^^ I realize he's got a lot on his plate.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

And done!
And yep.

🦄 The Best Exotic

@Lady AmaltheaI gotcha. I was just thinking Xtreme since Sherlolly might be gone for a few days^^. Thank you though, Lady A

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Snagglepuss89

Not quite ready

Hider

Name: Gabriel Del'tanon

Color: Regular red
Age: 28

Gender: Man

Description:

My Hider

With tanned, rough skin and thick brown hair, Gabe certainly looks the part of a desert wanderer. His leather clothes only enhance the look. He's not unhandsome, but not remarkable good looking either. With a strong jaw and piercing amber eyes, he's distinguishable among a crowd alright, though he often has his head covered by his drifter hat. He carries a lean but fit frame, holding himself up at 6 foot even. He only has a Knife to shave with, so his chin is constantly covered in a 5 O'clock shadow.

Occupation: Drifter/Gun for Hire

Personality/Bio: Gabe is tough and no nonsense. He has a dry and dark sense of humor, but he's grim and quick on the draw. He has a code of honor however, and he is anything but heartless. He's just grown used to the harshness of the world, thinking the endless desert is fair mirror for others to look in. It reflects how harsh they can be themselves. He has a soft spot for young folk and women, though if either try to kill him, he won't hold back.

Gabriel grew up in an upper class family, which was nice he supposed until age 8 when his family was killed over some dispute or other. He couldn't remember now if he wanted to. He does remember the fear, and the awakening of his hard self when he snuck out of his house when it happened with his father's gun. He went down to the dusty streets and lived on his own, joining a gang and carving a name for himself. He was 19 when he'd finally had enough of being a scumbag, even if he was well respected for his dangerous nature. He decided to become a Gunslinger for hire, and an explorer if need be.

He made a few expeditions into the desert, but none that took him very far. Just farther than most others, he reckons. He's had to do a few nasty jobs here and there, but none of this magnitude. But he's being paid to keep them safe, and the prospect of new treasures beyond is too much for him to pass up.

Possessions:
Lever Action Rifle
2 Flintlock Pistols
1 Hunting Knife
2 Jugs of water.
4 pounds of beef jerky.
30 feet of rope
Flint and Tinder
Bedroll.

@POOHEAD189

I believe I am done. Though I can change the rifle to a percussion lock, if need be.