Name: Introvert Mj (Call me Mj, it's easier)
Age: Young
Gender: Boy
Role: Newcomer
Bio: Mj may be a veteran of the game, however he never really paid that much attention to the forums. It was only until one day he was stuck on a part of the game that he cared to peek in and ask in the 'Questions and Guides' Section. However, soon after a few occasional visits to the forum, the warm-hearted folk won over him and he paid more attention, making quite a few friends in the meantime. On his first peek into the 'Campfire stories' section, he was at a loss for words. The quality of the writeups and the imaginative mindset of the people made him read a lot of their writings. It was only then that he felt an urge to join the good people on their RP's. Eager, but a bit lacking in confidence, he decided to try it out.
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The storm raged on like never before. The rain fell down upon the prairie in big, round drops as the wind blew on. Mj, the cowboy rode upon his horse as fast as he could. The night was dark and cold and the rain fell down upon him like icicles from the sky. His coat was dripping and weighed him down. He pulled his hat as low over his face as he could, taking care not to hamper his vision. He was tired. His legs were numb and his hands hurt after holding onto the reins for hours. Drat!, though he, I need to find some place to rest my legs for a while or I'll die out of overexertion. A faint light from a cluster of houses nearby made him ride towards them as fast as he could. As he approached it, the source of the light became clearer and he saw that it came from a Saloon. Ah!, thought he. The perfect place to have a rest!. He quickly got down and tied his horse to the shaded post nearby, taking care to tie strongly.
Pushing the door open noisily and without taking a look of his surroundings, he went promptly to the Coat hanger and hung up his wet and heavy coat. Taking off his hat he set it on another rung. Phew! He was glad to get the burden off him. Panting and turning towards the room, he saw a few faces staring at him. Embarrassed, he ignored them and walked over to the counter. The warm smile of the bartender welcomed him. Setting a coin on the counter, he gave his order. It was plain old scotch, a bit strong. As the bartender preceded to pour the drink, the cowboy took a look of the surroundings.
The room was warm. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace. He watched the embers burning and felt the warmth creep into his body. He relaxed himself. The sound of the people talking in soft notes felt like music to his ears after such a tedious journey. The rain could hardly be heard inside the saloon, only a soft patter.
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the barman approaching, with the rich, red drink in his hand. Lifting the glass, he took a long draught. A nice ending to a tiring day, thought he, content with himself as he set the empty glass upon the counter.