Post by Spade on Jul 22, 2015 19:17:58 GMT -5
CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Charles Laplace Dawson
Age: 46
Country of Birth: Canada
Country of Residence: USA
Languages Spoken: English, French
Personality: Now I ain't gonna holler to ya about how great I am an' all, so let me make it curt. The young fellers of this time is always lookin' down on an old-timer like me, thinkin' these old bones ain't made for a little rough globe trotting, but I got more mettle than all them city boys combined and a few more. I've been told that I've been a rough fella, but that's to come, wanderin' all of America as a man seekin' repose for mine soul and all. I've seen it all, don't ya know. Good things. Bad things. The ugly and the beautiful, and I ain't talkin' no waitress over at a Sunset grill, but I seen the faces of human beings. Call me crude, but I tend to judge a man by what I see. To me it ain't no matter of your skin or what God you kneel down fer, but the content of your character an' all decides that. I'm awfully quick to the point and I try not to answer to no man. A free spirit wanderin' the ghost of the Old West, I reckon. A relic of a time long gone, before when even your mom suckled on your grandma's tit. But I ain't going to stand for dishonor an' all. A promise is a man's greatest pledge; disgusts me when I see men make cheap talk. Walk it before you talk it, my old ma usedt' say. I keep to ma' promises an' all, I may be a wanderin' vagrant but I ain't no scoundrel. My Mama didn't raise her no dirty boy, ya know.
History: Now I ain't gon bore you with th' story of ma life, but I reckon since y'listened long enough to me and younger talk, I oughta indulge you a bit. Y'see, my soul has always been' wanderin, always lookin afar. My Pa went overseas as a serviceman t'Korea and never came back. Ma raised me real good, movin' down south to Wyoming to live with my uncle before she went on after him, Cancer ain't discriminatin, no sir. I was raised by a man I called Haus, my uncle on the ranch taught me to roll with his six shooter gunnin' down rodents and cans set on the fence. Peaceful days, the past were: quiet fields'a gold and wheat, warm bread an' steak waitin' after a long night'a shootin' up the targets. I loved it mighty, night readin' about Cowboys on the frontier. School ain't too big an issue, no one had beef with a guy who can shoota apple on yer head from three yards away.
When I got off school I packed off with my own six shooter and sought the road. A hobo y'might call me, but I was a traveller, walkin' down the 66 as a soul freer than a dead man's spirit headin' to heaven. Soup kitchens, church meals and wild game, I ate it all. Can't be no picky eater on the road travelin, partner. Anyways, I was hittin' up a target when I saw her for the fist time. And sweet Jesus on the ranch was she a beauty. She rode faster than Union boys runnin' from Lee on the wilderness. And like a charm...she rode to me at the sound of my shooter's roar. Fine and beautiful thing she was, the pride of her herd.
Sally and I wandered the country, journeyin' to the North back to my home town. I reckon the place I was born into at Nova Scotia be of more modest means; a simple shack an' a shitter just outside. Just how I like my life: the simple life. Ridin' Sally across the wave-swept cliffs and onto the plains, that was the life. But then, I heard about yonder Pocoloco's race. The man luckier than bird shit on the head under a fallin' star. The challenge of the Steel Ball Run was almost a myth back at my hometown, y'hear? To be a part of a new one brought to the world...now there's a challenge me and Sally ain't gon let down. So I buckled up, rode hard and fast and reached this far.
How long'll it be, till I'm half the freakin' world away from that simple farm over at Wyoming? Heh, I reckon very soon.
Notable Skills: Charles is a very skilled quick draw expert and a marksman. He is also very proficient at survival, often able to forage and scrape on even with an empty stomach for days on end. He also has a strong sense of instinct, allowing him to easily sense danger or antagonism whenever he is around others. He also has a sharp sense of direction.
Notable Weaknesses: At his old age, Charles was no longer the strong one he was back then. He is nowhere near as limber or strong as he was almost twenty years ago, though his sharp eyes and senses have not yet dulled. He prefers to wander alone and almost never considers an alliance. He is very quick to mistrust others, those who lose his trust often never earn it back.
Important Items: Colt Single action army, Sally's Saddle, Picture of his mother and Father, Canteen for water, Canteen for whiskey.
Appearance: Charles is an old man standing at about 5'10. His hair and full beard of silver white. He often wears simple clothing, often a white undershirt and a black leather vest with many pockets and a long back overcoat. With slightly ripped jeans he also wears leather spats, often complimenting his style. He also dons a Cowboy hat, something he never seems to be without.
STAND PROFILE
Name: Antique Cowboy
Ability: Antique Cowboy is a rather unique ability stand. The stand is able to replicate an action done by the user once more, summoning a phantom similar to his appearance that repeats the action he has committed. After a delay of one second, the stand ability, bound to him, performs that same action. For example, if he shot his gun, the stand will shoot a second bullet just a second afterwards. Any action can be repeated, be it a kick or a punch. The ability can also repeat other actions that he himself performs, such as opening or closing a door. The second action can only be seen or perceived by stands and stand users. The action must be done directly by the stand user or by an object he can hold: he can repeat the firing of his guns, but not the command he gives to someone else to perform.
Antique Cowboy can also 'store' abilities, seen as an afterimage of the user about to do the act. For example, if his afterimage was set to press for an elevator to go down for an escape, he could leave the elevator then activate the afterimage, sending it straight down to deny his foes the ability to chase him. Or, perhaps, to 'store' an action of putting the pedal to the metal as a trap to cause a car to ram right into an unsuspecting foe without noticing. Just like before, the stand itself can only be seen by any stand user. Antique Cowboy can only store up to 2 actions at any time, not counting the ability to double up on most attacks. All actions stored only occur in a span of up to 10 seconds, either to repeat over and over again and lasts for up to a day.
Type: Ability Stand
Power: E
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: C
Precision: A
Learning: C
Appearance: Appears just like himself when doubling up actions that only the stand user performs. When the action is stored, the ability appears like a grey-outlined silohouette of the stand user.
Name: Charles Laplace Dawson
Age: 46
Country of Birth: Canada
Country of Residence: USA
Languages Spoken: English, French
Personality: Now I ain't gonna holler to ya about how great I am an' all, so let me make it curt. The young fellers of this time is always lookin' down on an old-timer like me, thinkin' these old bones ain't made for a little rough globe trotting, but I got more mettle than all them city boys combined and a few more. I've been told that I've been a rough fella, but that's to come, wanderin' all of America as a man seekin' repose for mine soul and all. I've seen it all, don't ya know. Good things. Bad things. The ugly and the beautiful, and I ain't talkin' no waitress over at a Sunset grill, but I seen the faces of human beings. Call me crude, but I tend to judge a man by what I see. To me it ain't no matter of your skin or what God you kneel down fer, but the content of your character an' all decides that. I'm awfully quick to the point and I try not to answer to no man. A free spirit wanderin' the ghost of the Old West, I reckon. A relic of a time long gone, before when even your mom suckled on your grandma's tit. But I ain't going to stand for dishonor an' all. A promise is a man's greatest pledge; disgusts me when I see men make cheap talk. Walk it before you talk it, my old ma usedt' say. I keep to ma' promises an' all, I may be a wanderin' vagrant but I ain't no scoundrel. My Mama didn't raise her no dirty boy, ya know.
History: Now I ain't gon bore you with th' story of ma life, but I reckon since y'listened long enough to me and younger talk, I oughta indulge you a bit. Y'see, my soul has always been' wanderin, always lookin afar. My Pa went overseas as a serviceman t'Korea and never came back. Ma raised me real good, movin' down south to Wyoming to live with my uncle before she went on after him, Cancer ain't discriminatin, no sir. I was raised by a man I called Haus, my uncle on the ranch taught me to roll with his six shooter gunnin' down rodents and cans set on the fence. Peaceful days, the past were: quiet fields'a gold and wheat, warm bread an' steak waitin' after a long night'a shootin' up the targets. I loved it mighty, night readin' about Cowboys on the frontier. School ain't too big an issue, no one had beef with a guy who can shoota apple on yer head from three yards away.
When I got off school I packed off with my own six shooter and sought the road. A hobo y'might call me, but I was a traveller, walkin' down the 66 as a soul freer than a dead man's spirit headin' to heaven. Soup kitchens, church meals and wild game, I ate it all. Can't be no picky eater on the road travelin, partner. Anyways, I was hittin' up a target when I saw her for the fist time. And sweet Jesus on the ranch was she a beauty. She rode faster than Union boys runnin' from Lee on the wilderness. And like a charm...she rode to me at the sound of my shooter's roar. Fine and beautiful thing she was, the pride of her herd.
Sally and I wandered the country, journeyin' to the North back to my home town. I reckon the place I was born into at Nova Scotia be of more modest means; a simple shack an' a shitter just outside. Just how I like my life: the simple life. Ridin' Sally across the wave-swept cliffs and onto the plains, that was the life. But then, I heard about yonder Pocoloco's race. The man luckier than bird shit on the head under a fallin' star. The challenge of the Steel Ball Run was almost a myth back at my hometown, y'hear? To be a part of a new one brought to the world...now there's a challenge me and Sally ain't gon let down. So I buckled up, rode hard and fast and reached this far.
How long'll it be, till I'm half the freakin' world away from that simple farm over at Wyoming? Heh, I reckon very soon.
Notable Skills: Charles is a very skilled quick draw expert and a marksman. He is also very proficient at survival, often able to forage and scrape on even with an empty stomach for days on end. He also has a strong sense of instinct, allowing him to easily sense danger or antagonism whenever he is around others. He also has a sharp sense of direction.
Notable Weaknesses: At his old age, Charles was no longer the strong one he was back then. He is nowhere near as limber or strong as he was almost twenty years ago, though his sharp eyes and senses have not yet dulled. He prefers to wander alone and almost never considers an alliance. He is very quick to mistrust others, those who lose his trust often never earn it back.
Important Items: Colt Single action army, Sally's Saddle, Picture of his mother and Father, Canteen for water, Canteen for whiskey.
Appearance: Charles is an old man standing at about 5'10. His hair and full beard of silver white. He often wears simple clothing, often a white undershirt and a black leather vest with many pockets and a long back overcoat. With slightly ripped jeans he also wears leather spats, often complimenting his style. He also dons a Cowboy hat, something he never seems to be without.
STAND PROFILE
Name: Antique Cowboy
Ability: Antique Cowboy is a rather unique ability stand. The stand is able to replicate an action done by the user once more, summoning a phantom similar to his appearance that repeats the action he has committed. After a delay of one second, the stand ability, bound to him, performs that same action. For example, if he shot his gun, the stand will shoot a second bullet just a second afterwards. Any action can be repeated, be it a kick or a punch. The ability can also repeat other actions that he himself performs, such as opening or closing a door. The second action can only be seen or perceived by stands and stand users. The action must be done directly by the stand user or by an object he can hold: he can repeat the firing of his guns, but not the command he gives to someone else to perform.
Antique Cowboy can also 'store' abilities, seen as an afterimage of the user about to do the act. For example, if his afterimage was set to press for an elevator to go down for an escape, he could leave the elevator then activate the afterimage, sending it straight down to deny his foes the ability to chase him. Or, perhaps, to 'store' an action of putting the pedal to the metal as a trap to cause a car to ram right into an unsuspecting foe without noticing. Just like before, the stand itself can only be seen by any stand user. Antique Cowboy can only store up to 2 actions at any time, not counting the ability to double up on most attacks. All actions stored only occur in a span of up to 10 seconds, either to repeat over and over again and lasts for up to a day.
Type: Ability Stand
Power: E
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: C
Precision: A
Learning: C
Appearance: Appears just like himself when doubling up actions that only the stand user performs. When the action is stored, the ability appears like a grey-outlined silohouette of the stand user.