It's been a while since I've see you here
. Weird to see so many people claim "In" on a not-first-come-first-serve game :V
Name: Flint O'malley
Age: 25
Appearance: Month's worth of stubble on an angular-featured sun-tanned face. Hazel eyes, dark-brown cowboy hat that seen its fair share of abuse. The hat has seen the abuse, that is, the eyes look much friendlier in comparison. Tall with a medium build, with the same tan expanding to the rest of his body. Trail shirt and pants, in the same material and state of repair as the hat. Dark hair, unkempt but short enough to be mostly covered by the hat. As for equipment, he has a large caliber revolver - roughly equivalent to a .45-70 - with six shots. It is an old-single action design, with a flip-up loading system. As if advertising the fact that he is carrying around a really big gun, he as additional rounds in a bandolier around his chest. Not-quite-equipment but filling out his theme is his trusty steed "Steel"*. Roughly the size of a horse, Steel is what can easily be described as a 'miniature T-rex' with a silver color scheme. Not to be out-dressed by her rider, she has a saddle of a now familiar leathery material that manages to be even more beat-up then Flint's clothing. A faded red bandana is tied neatly around her neck.
Personality: A friendly sort of man, with a fairly subdued and quite personality. Quick with a gun, not so quick to pull it.
Abilities: A true frontiersman, Flint is capable of taking care of himself and his 'animals' in the wilderness without trouble. Mostly his relevant skills are in handling guns and animals, unless 'heating up cans of beans' comes up in story.
Backstory: They call him a cattleman, roughly from the "Wild Wild West" period of his reality. We'd call him a cowboy, the main difference is he herds a beast of a different feather. His world is filled with creatures of a more exotic stripe, with Steel being a prime example of the type of creature he dealt with on a daily bases. Some get herded for their meat, some are hellbent for leather, still some are herded for their more unique quirks or abilities. He started under his father at 13, quickly learning the trade while raising his trusty steed. His world is filled with all the great western cliches, cattle rustlers, bandits, monster attacks, his gun saw plenty of use beyond hunting meat for the more carnivorous herds. First 'jump' was through a set of barn doors, as he was bringing Steel in after finishing a particularly successful trip*.
*If I can keep the poor girl through the door :V. It looks like equipment gets pulled with us, don't know about other living things. Cut her if it doesn't fit the story.