Trigun RPG Characters

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[Rinji]

Name: David Edward Star
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Age: 21
Sex: M
Race: Human
Occupation: Outlaw

Bounty: $$10,000

Physical Description: He is 5'11'' tall, with blue eyes and short black hair. His skin is very tan from the desert terrain. He has a very toned, somewhat muscled body type.

He wears a very thin trench coat that is made of a very breathable fabric that also protects his skin from the sun. He wears dark brown pants along with a very light, white shirt with short sleeves. His boots are heavy, steel-toed and dark brown with metal-buckled straps and reach up to the middle of his shins.

Personality: David can be very two-sided. There are days where he loves to joke around and talk. Then there are those times where he is quiet, and doesn't like to be bothered. In his introverted moods, he does not take to practical jokes or being the ass of insults at all.

He is humble, though. Even when he proves to be the better gunman, he does not rub it in anyone's face. When he has lost, he openly admits it complete honesty. Sometimes he'll even joke when he is in a horrible, life-threatening situation.

Special Ability: David is a normal human being, but his abilities with the gun are at their very peak of their capacity. His aim is almost flawless at fifty yards with his pistols. He can take apart his pistols and put them back together within a minute. He also has a hand in the black market arms dealing, as his knowledge of fire arms are that of a great expert.
Weapons: Wolf .50 Magums: David has two custom made magnum pistols that can hold either .44 or .50 caliber bullets. While they are quite powerful, they are also extremely loud, and can only hold eight bullets in a clip at a time. If someone with no experience uses them, they will have a great chance of not only missing, but also breaking their wrist with the recoil.

Ace 9mm Pistol: David's back up pistol that he keeps in the back of his pants. It is not very powerful, in fact even if it hits a vital organ it is not a sure kill. However, it holds fifteen 9mm bullets and is very easily aimed.
Inventory: 2 Wolf .50 Magnums, Ace 9mm, $$7,000, Handkerchief, Wallet, Tobacco, Rolling papers, Buck Knife, Rations, Water bottle


Background: David Edward Star, born to Edward Star and Anya Star in a lone cabin in the southern deserts of the world. His family was very poor, and while they only wanted one child, Anya became pregnant with twins. David was born alongside his identical brother, Roger Star. The two of them were home schooled by their mother, and when they were both old enough, their father worked them in the steam farm.

There came a very dark time for the family when David turned fifteen years old. Their father had been under an extreme amount of stress over their living expenses that their family was turning up. When any of them brought up the fact that the expenses were partially because of his extreme alcoholism, he would become enraged and either seriously injure one of them or himself. Slowly but surely, Edward began to grow a serious mental illness, and his family saw his logic was sorely failing over the years. The fights began to become extreme, and the markets started to become more picky on the water they were given, meaning their farm began to fail.

After David took a part-time job at a bank, he started to earn his own keep, but it wasn't enough to push back what was already happening. There was one horrible day, when David came home from the town that was more than a mile away from their farm, David came home to the image of blood-stains on the walls of his home.

His twin brother, and his mother both laid on the floor, both with stab wounds on their chests and stomachs. His father, laughing in a corner while he licked the blood off of his knife, had no hostility toward David, only talked about how well the water-steam harvest went that day.

Even Edward forgot about the two magnum pistols hidden in the linen closet. David, having found them in his youth, pulled them out of the closet along with two extra clips.

His father's head no longer had a back, and his face was nothing more than a hole.

Before anyone saw what had happened, David buried his mother and brother, and left his father in the middle of the desert to rot as raven food. He took the pistols along with him, and when he needed money, he started slowly, and stole from small stores, and moved on through the years. He soon made a name for himself in both the criminal underworld and the firearm black market.

[CJ]

(I might suggest changing the profile a little bit if this takes off. Here is a tentative one for now. See what you and Shark can do with this.)

Name: Alanna Pierce
Nickname: Alan
Age: Mid 20's in appearance
Sex: Female
Race: "Human, like everyone else, ya know? Oh, you mean, like skin color? Caw Cation, I think."
Occupation: Busboy for a private restaurant

Bounty: ---

Physical Description: A generally pretty looking woman with long blond, almost green hair. Her hair style has long bangs and waves. Her emerald eyes are like mirrors of a lake. She's tall enough to dance with but small enough to whisk up in a flash. She is slightly toned, hinting at, perhaps, an established exercise routine. She'd be worth a second look if she wasn't so poorly dressed. She wears old dresses, pinned and altered to fit her. It is clear she cannot afford much, but perhaps that might change.

Personality: "I don't really like to talk that much... well, it's hard. I get ta saying what I want to say, but I can never figure out just what it is. It's like window blinds. I know the sun's out there but I can't see it. I'm like someone who's lived their whole life inside a building and has never seen light before. I can't relate to outsiders with that kind of livin' situation.

"It'd be really nice to be able ta talk to folks every once in a while like I was one of everybody else. Then maybe I'd feel better about myself."

Special Ability: ---
Weapons: Rapier, stored in her dresser. She keeps it to look at the design on it.
Inventory: The essentials in her sewn up, makeshift backpack. She carries a small notebook with her and several pens. Though she uses this for drawing. She doesn't know how to read or write.

Background: ---

[Kuro]

Name: Orson L. Silvado
Nickname: Cackleman
Age: 53
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian human.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Bounty: None

Physical Description: He is 5'8 and rather skinny. This is emphasized by his odd clothing: His waist and the lower halves of his arms and feet are wrapped in tight, gray bandages while the rest are covered in dark-blue, baggy apparel, along with large, almost goofy, brown gloves and shoes. He wears a  He wears a tall, dark-blue hat with a round, red jewel set into it. This and the pink scarf he wears obscure much of his face, revealing only his grey skin and expressive, green eyes. Underneath the hat, he is balding and what little is left of his hair has become white due to his repeated exposure to high-thrill situations.

As accessories, he had a tattered, brown backpack and a light-brown belt.

Personality: Cackleman is, at heart, a spontaneous and wild thrill-seeker. He throws caution to the wind and has a code of living every day to its fullest. He does what he wants to have fun and this usually involves lots of action, whether that be intense sports or engaging gunfights. He holds no malice or sadism towards his targets (usually), but he really doesn't care about hurting/killing them or civilians, if he can get away with it. He is not sadistic in any way; he won't seek out killing civilians, but if they do die, it will only be a shame (an expensive shame, maybe) and nothing more.

Special Ability: His exposure to extreme physical activities has significantly boosted his endurance and made him more agile than most.

Weapons: 2 SMGs that can be strapped to his belt. He keeps ammo in his backpack. He also has a kukri knife which he usually keeps strapped to his belt.

Inventory: He has his guns, a kukri and ammo for his guns. He has a tattered backpack that usually holds enough food/drink to get by in bar-less trips, $10,000 at the start of the RP, a photo of him and his brother as young adults, and plenty of WANTED posters.

Background: The Silvado family has always been wealthy. In a land of desert and poverty, those lucky enough to be born to the Silvado name have always lived in comfort. Orson L. Silvado was not to be an exception. He lived a sheltered life away from the problems of most of the population...for about 10 years. In his early teenage years, he learned more of the outside world in his studies and became curious. He took more and more trips to the realm of severe winds and rough sands, liking it more and more each time.

It was in these years that his parents had another son and Orson found himself with a younger brother. He cherished the little guy - Samuel, that was his name - and tried to spend a lot of time with him. They had lots of fun, they really did, but the extreme activities that Orson found in the world were so fun. He couldn't stop himself: he loved the adrenaline and the blood pumping and the fun and the fun and the...chaos, of it all. He decided. He needed the thrill. He needed the rush.

It eventually became clear that Orson would no longer tend to his studies and he was kicked out of his comfortable abode at the age of 20. In truth, he wasn't terribly outraged at the turn of events. He didn't need them for his desires. He did not leave his brother without a good hug and friendly words, however. They would meet again, they said. And with that, Orson filled every day with excitement and life-death situations. He spent the golden years and more on living in the rush and doing the extreme.

In present day, he is not as youthful as before. He is not as...limber, or strong. But he has not lost any energy or desire. He would have action one way or another, and bounty hunting was going to be the way to do it. The thrill of a gunfight appealed to him, and throughout his search for adrenaline he saw that the targets the bounty hunters went after were usually blamed for any damage that was caused, regardless of whether or mot they were actually guilty of it. Plus, people didn't care if you killed the outlaws! In fact, they even paid you for it! Getting paid for the rush! He is not the most well-known hunter of the bounties, but he most certainly gets by. And yes...it was fun.