[PyrosNine]

NAME: "Nein"

AGE: Over 20.

APPEARANCE: Long brimmed homburg that is so beaten down and dirty that it's almost more of a bucket hat, rests comfortably over his head, obscuring his eyes to a degree in it's slump. His hair obscures the rest of him, for from the neck up already the idea of "neat" and "clean" are banished from Nein. Wears a plain white T under a beaten brown jacket, to pants a little too big held on by a rope instead of a belt. Shoes are small boots, cheap leather.

In spite of rough clothing, Nein is quite the looker, though his eyes are almost like he's some sort of China-man. Real wide brown eyes.

OCCUPATION: General Lowlife, interested in getting ends met without getting arrested for things he may have done recklessly in the past, and will do legit and illegit work if they won't ask questions about where he's been.

BACKSTORY: Nein is a wanderer by nature, hopping from town to town, bar to bar, slum to slum, looking for work, looking for a place to sleep, and looking out for the cops. Going legit would mean settling down, and in his experience, doing that means that you've given your past a chance to catch up to you, for it's only so long that some lawman meets you on the street with a clean face and recognizes you for that punk that shot his partner during a police raid, that dealt with two drunk idiots far too severely, that skipped town when his landlord was found mysteriously choked to death on a solid gold miniature of some Indian deity in in your apartment....and he doesn't intend on stopping any time soon, stopping into the local area for a job and some quick cash before moving on. He has the distinct feeling he's being followed for some reason...

OPTIONAL: Nein tends to carry little in the way of weaponry, preferring to find things as he needs them and drop them when they get too 'heavy' on him. Have no doubt, that he'll probably end up with signature weapon, a six-shooting revolver sooner or later.