Name: "John NarrowEyes Smith" (Name written upon Warrant)
Alias: Nein
Gender: ???
Age: 24
Occupation: Mercenary/Wanderer
Appearance: Faded brown wide brimmed hat, even more faded brown leather jacket and pants, covered in dirt, patches, and holes, over an almost respectable white collared shirt. Hair is messy, black, and smells as if he'd taken a shower with cheap booze. His most recognizable features are his eyes, being wide and narrow, like a chinaman's (which he may very well be) and looking like they
are always closed. When he does open them, they are apparently big eyes, but closed, they give him a serene, friendly appearance. Everything else about him is his fairly stringy build, muscular but not thick from a life of booze and beef. Not too tall, but not as short as your average chinaman.
Skills:
DeadEye: Despite never entering any sharpshooting contest, Nein's wanted poster warns of his quick draw, excellent aim, and quickfiring.
S. Jack: He's not bad with that blade, either.
Chon Woo: Nein wears two holsters, and it looks like when he keeps two revolvers, he uses two revolvers at the same time.
La Volpe: The fox eyed Nein moves quickly and strategically.
Revenant: While they say it's hard to keep a good man down, it's even harder to keep Nein in his grave.
Gear:
Ornate Dual Revolvers, emblazoned with sevens. Called "Hot and Cold" in English.
Sword: A western short sword, sharp on both sides, with a hilt wrapped in bandages, and has it's own sheathe.
Personality: A quiet and reserved man of violent compulsion. He never gives out his name, nor his business, but whenever he steps into a dangerous situation, he always acts with very little restraint or fear of consequences. This makes him perfect for mercenary work, and in some cases the best kind of charity.
Tends to be cowed a bit by women, and dislikes cats.
Bio: Five years ago, a choir boy went searching in a dangerous desert city for a lost friend. He found hell, debauchery, and a dead friend. He responded in the only way his mind could, ill prepared as it was for what it found, by raising hell. After a series of chaotic events that began with him throwing a burning bottle of liquor, an entire city burned to the ground and many illustrious businessmen were found dead from lead poisoning.
The Choir boy ditched his name and his past, and picked up of pair of guns, and a sword he took as a trophy, and began to wander. Perhaps god never left him after he left god, because his talent for guns and mercy work quickly built him up a mysterious reputation.
Record:
Murder-Multiple Counts.
Kidnapping from a Lawful institution
Petty Theft.
Murder, Assault, and Resisting Arrest on Law men.
Arson, Destruction of Public Property
Undisclosed crimes against the Government.
Other:
It's been said that his full, opened gaze has an incredibly strong allure.
Does not know the difference between a Tavern and an Inn.
May suffer from mental disorder, only does what he "feels" like.