Yeehaw
Name: Jimmy Wayne Dallas
Nickname: "Dallas" Is the only acceptable name for him
Age: 30
Birthday: July 10th
Sign: Cancer
Gemstone: Ruby
Blood Type: A
Fav. Food: Greasy. Mostly American. Likes Grilled s**t.
Hated Food: Anything Health nut s**t. Like GRANOLA, or like TOFU. Shits disgusting.
Hobbies:
Poker: Dallas is a man of gambling, likes the thrill of the game and the sweet rewards. While he'll play just about anything, nothing gets to him like a good ol' fashioned game of Texas Hold'em. He makes a decent earning on the game and usually spends about every Friday night at the local bars reaping it in.
Motorcyles: His love for the beast is shown in his large collection at home. He's more of a collector of them, and tends to stick to more classic designs like Harley's. He does some work on them but prefers to have his own mechanic on hand.
Guns: Another thing this cowboy likes to collect. Thank lord above for their second rights because he had plenty of them. He is adept at shooting them and own just enough land to have his own shooting range. All of his guns are licensed and he carries his permit always.
Virtues:
Quick Witted: Growing up on the draw made him learn quick to be well...quick. He ain't by scientific means intelligent but he is street smart, and knows when to turn a disadvantageous situation to a profitable one.
Blunt: Dallas ain't the type to minx his words. He's straight forward, to the point and honest about it. Well mostly honest, as his truth is usually the right truth. He keeps it southern real.
Flaws:
Violent: Quick tempered and quick hand usually leads Dallas to using violence as a means when quick wit fails. He likes to intimidate with his frame and use his fist for answers when diplomacy fails. Unfortunately, he doesn't really have morals about who gets beaten and doesn't usually care if it's man, child, female....He's got a little respect for the elderly. But just barely.
Cheat: This dude's a cheater, 100 percent. He ain't above duping the stupid or naive, with loaded dice or sweet white lies. Its him versus the world, and he ain't got time to be messing around with stupid s**t. There is no honor in surviving after all.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Eyes: Brown, Wrinkled Almond shaped.
Hair: Slick back sandy brown/blonde
Face: Rough and chisled. Nose was broken while he was still a kid. Think rugged.
Clothes: Jeans, Leather jackets, a pair of Stetson boots and hat.
