I shouldn't, but hell with it.
Application for Residency in Tumbleweed, USA
Screen Name: wiegeabo
Character's Name: Jethro 'Chance' Morgan
Character's Occupation: Former gun for hire
Brief Description of the Character's Appearance and Personality:
Jethro grew up the son of a farmer but was never one for sticking around in one place. Left home as a teenager to explore the countryside.
Over time, Jethro grew to be fast on the draw and worth every penny. But he's never killed a man who didn't deserve it and never takes a penny from a cause he doesn't think is right.
Back in the war, Jethro fought for the North. He was always at the front of the battle, as if he had nothing to live for, or something he wanted to run from. This earned him the nickname he goes by to this day.
Now, after years of putting his life on the line to earn a living, Chance is looking to slow down. Maybe even set up a real life. And he's hoping that Tumbleweed is just the place to do that.
Sample Post:
"Uno màs, por favor."
The lovely young woman sets another bottle of tequila down on the table. Not my favorite drink, but when you're across the border, options tend to be limited.
"Well, my friend. Thank you very much again," the man sitting next to me says as he slaps me on the back. He reaches over and picks up the bottle, pouring us both another shot.
"It was my pleasure, Sénior. No one has the right to take another person's property. Especially a herd of horses as fine as yours." I fake a smile, but I'm not really feeling it. All I'm really feeling lately is tired. Bone tired.
My 'friend' smiles. "I'm glad you agree. Your reputation is everything I had heard." He lifts his glass. "To you!"
I clink mine against his.
"And to you, sir."
"Are you sure you won't take one of my fine horses as part of your payment. It is the least I could do."
"No thank you, my friend. The money is fine. My horse has done me well for a long time now. Wouldn't dream of giving him up."
"So what will you do now, my friend?"
"Enjoy some more of this fine tequila. Get a little rest. Then head back up north and see what awaits me."
"Very good. One shouldn't plan too far ahead. Live for today, my father always said."
"My father always said 'Get out here and help me you lazy bastard'." We both laugh and he pours us another glass.
God, I'm tired...