Benjamin Alderly Dalton
male half-elf gunslinger 3 CN
hgt: 5’8 wgt: 150 lbs
eyes: emerald green
hair: black
age: 24
Concept:
A no-good rustler is coming to terms with an unpleasant history - and looking for a way out of korvikoum.
Appearance:
"He ain't much to look at, at first glance; just another dusty road-rider in a grey poncho with his hat pulled down low. Oh, sure, he's got the looks them elf-folk always got, with dark hair an' green eyes an' them pearly whites what ain't never felt a man's fist, but that ain't what brings him to your attention. It ain't even that whoppin' great pigsticker he's got on him. It's the sense of him, if ye ken me right, an aura of doom that he brings with him like a damn cloud o' buzzards. But he's quick as a snake an' twice as ornery. Sharp, too - ain't nothin' escapes his eye. An' when he looks up, an' sees you lookin' right at him - well, best you have a quick draw hand, friend."
Clad in iron-studded leather, a duster and a wide-brim hat, Benjamin has the unshaven, restless look of a desperado. His two bandoliers carry ammunition for the revolver at his hip, and a scabbard on his back holds a long, curved sword of elven make. His boots are worn and his clothes are dusty, but he moves with a graceful kind of swagger, and leaves a trail of cigarette smoke wherever he goes.
Personality:
Hair-trigger nerves, moody. Fond of fine horses and loose women. "Jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full o' rockin' chairs."
Background:
A man with no past before he came to the Big Drop (or so he tells it), Ben fits right in among the other unwanted riffraff.
Languages:
Common, Dwarf, Elvish