Creed Kolson
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╫Main Information╫
Full Name: Creed Kolson
Bloodline:Gunslinger
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Nation:Wastelands
Land: The Wastes
Title: None of your damn business
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╫Equipment Information:╫
Weapons: Four .44 revolver pistols, Rifle, Shotgun and Pocket Pistol hidden up his sleeve.
Armor: None
Clothing: Dungarees, light tan leather chaps, well worn boots with roweled spurs, light linen shirt with lambskin vest and dark duster. Hat is always worn low and shadows face. Dual gun belt on hips and shoulder holsters on each side under vest as well as a two crossed back holsters worn under the duster. He has ammunition in about every pocket as well as several ammo purses on the gun belts and holsters.
What else do they have on their person?: His coin purse stays in his pocket, he has a large pack with all of his supplies as well as a well worn bed roll.
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╫Fighting Style╫
He fights with passion, determination and recklessness. He smiles into the face of death and gives it all he’s got. Generally his attacks are precise with his sharp, accurate aim and he tries to always give himself the upper hand. However he knows how to get out of a tough scrape if he needs to flee for another day. Despite his devil-may-care attitude, Creed isn’t prepared to die just yet. There are people that need to die first.
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╫Character Description╫
Personality: Creed has an agenda. It is his own and he isn’t interested in talking about it, getting help or taking on anyone else’s problems. He has been on his own for years and he is lonely, tired and totally miserable. But his misery is self-imposed as if he is punishing himself for some transgression. As much as he doesn’t want to deal with the entanglements of others, he can’t in good conscience pass by the helpless under attack, particularly women and children in trouble. But he does his part and moves on. He has spent years pursuing his goals and he isn’t about to lose sight of those now.
Height: 7’
Weight: 245lbs
Eye Color: Dark emerald green with flecks of gold
Hair Color: Dark brown
Talents: He knows farming and can play the piano. Not that he has done either of those in years and never plays to do them again.
Theme Music: Nothing suits battle better than the sound of guns firing and the smell of powder.
Companion: Creed walks alone. He has often longed for a companion but he resists.
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╫Background Information╫
Six years ago, a gunslinger walked into the town of Ulgard and killed five Shadowmasters before the hoard of others descended on him. Only one other Shadowmaster was killed in his attack, it certainly shook up the community that had always lived in relative security. The biggest issue being that the gunslinger escaped. Just barely, but he made it away. That was Creed’s first vigilante attack on Shadowmasters. It was crazy and the most reckless that he had ever been.
After he healed from his own injuries from that day, his technique became more refined. He never returned to Ulgard, but he would watch the roadways, picking off Shadowmasters traveling alone or in pairs. Only rarely would he attack large groups and generally if he did so it was from a distance where he had a great tactical advantage. Either taking vantage points from building tops, canyon walls or even climbing trees in the forest.
But each time, if someone had been there to see him take first aim, they would find him scanning the armor of the Shadowmasters carefully and growling in disappointment before pulling the trigger and beginning the bloodshed. The same scenario over and over again for years now. The places all faded into each other as did the dark armor clad warriors that turned to ash to join their brothers that Creed had sent ahead before them.
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