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Name : James Karvenson
Age : 45
Gender : Male
Heritage : Norweigan
Class : Gunslinger
Appearance : Standing tall at 6'4" with red hair (beginning to grey) and a cocky grin. A patch over the left eye and a long scar behind the ear indicating a gash made many years ago by a blunt knife. Muscular with a frighteningly military stance, and a gruff voice with a southern country accent.
Inventory : A locket with my (deceased) wife's picture in it, a fife, a blanket and a canteen, Army Issue.
Equipment : A Colt Patterson .36 revolver, a ten gauge double barrel sawn off, a guerilla-style bullet belt (goes over my chest. Holds ten rounds for my shotgun and fifteen for my revolver.) an old hat, and some plain cotton clothes, along with riding boots. I have a crucifix around my neck. I ride a Tennesee Walker horse.
Biography : I was born in North Carolina, and after serving in the Union Army during the war of 1812, I became a bounty hunter, where I lost my left eye and got my scar. In 1815, I became a feared U.S. Marshall. After three years, I met the daughter of a plantation owner. We fell in love and I went back east with her to Georgia, where we were married. She and her father then died in 1819 during a slave revolt, leaving the plantation to me. After selling most of their farm land and giving the mansion and the money to her family, I packed up my old bounty hunter gear and rode my Tennesee Walker, Thunder, out west to Colorado.
=James rides up on Lightning, then dismounts and walks up to Sprinting Bison.=
I hear you boys need a little help. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I've been out of the game for two long years and I just need an adventure. By the way, if you've made a deer kill lately, I sure could go for a Venison Steak right now. So, will you take me on?
Name : James Karvenson
Age : 45
Gender : Male
Heritage : Norweigan
Class : Gunslinger
Appearance : Standing tall at 6'4" with red hair (beginning to grey) and a cocky grin. A patch over the left eye and a long scar behind the ear indicating a gash made many years ago by a blunt knife. Muscular with a frighteningly military stance, and a gruff voice with a southern country accent.
Inventory : A locket with my (deceased) wife's picture in it, a fife, a blanket and a canteen, Army Issue.
Equipment : A Colt Patterson .36 revolver, a ten gauge double barrel sawn off, a guerilla-style bullet belt (goes over my chest. Holds ten rounds for my shotgun and fifteen for my revolver.) an old hat, and some plain cotton clothes, along with riding boots. I have a crucifix around my neck. I ride a Tennesee Walker horse.
Biography : I was born in North Carolina, and after serving in the Union Army during the war of 1812, I became a bounty hunter, where I lost my left eye and got my scar. In 1815, I became a feared U.S. Marshall. After three years, I met the daughter of a plantation owner. We fell in love and I went back east with her to Georgia, where we were married. She and her father then died in 1819 during a slave revolt, leaving the plantation to me. After selling most of their farm land and giving the mansion and the money to her family, I packed up my old bounty hunter gear and rode my Tennesee Walker, Thunder, out west to Colorado.
=James rides up on Lightning, then dismounts and walks up to Sprinting Bison.=
I hear you boys need a little help. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I've been out of the game for two long years and I just need an adventure. By the way, if you've made a deer kill lately, I sure could go for a Venison Steak right now. So, will you take me on?
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