Name: Duncan O'Connor
Occupation: mercenary
Around 1.85m height
Age: 35 y/o
Weight: 85kg
His body is trained, he has some scars from past shootings over his front torso, around 5 and two in his back, i smell past betrayel. his face also got a fine scare on the left cheek from a knife attack, may that guy rest in peace. *chuckles*
Of course a three days beard, a fine nose close to an elve, brown-golden eyes, a matching mouth and eyebrows to him, he looks decent, but that guy ain't a beauty.
Short hair, well cut, hazelnut brown.
His ears are nothing special, just matching the rest of his looks. As for his voice, rough as sandpaper and you sometimes hear a deep sorrow in it

Clothes: Heavy leather boots, which are almost worn out
Riveted comfortable blue jeans, dusty as well
A thick leather belt with 3 belt bags made out of strong leather, 2 tiny round leather, one contains tabaco an' papers the other is for the money, also a water bag
Of course a revolver belt with cartridge loops, around 50 loops. Two leather holsters for revolvers. A knife holster for a bowie knife with carvings of a howling wolf in the handle.
A leather shoulder bag about the size of a 40x30x20cm. He rarely tends to grab things out of it. So u never know for certain what he carries inside.
He wears commonly a wine red shirt, for the case he gets shot at, so you dont see the blood in the shirt.
A dust coat woven out of fine cotton, it reaches nearly to his toes, pitch black, like his soul. No one knows how he got it and it seems like it never takes any damage.
Round black sunglasses. A leather hat, kinda like mine, but better lookin'

Gear in the shoulder bag: a mysterious book, sometimes if u catch Duncan off guard you might see him writing something into this suspicious book. (He stores this book into his shoulder bag, but don't snitch me that I told you so!), 2 Bundles of Dynamit
(each bundle contains 3 sticks bound together)
and more???

In the 3 leather bags on his belt:
A binocular and 1 field glasses. Two boxes of matches. He also has selfmade trip wire. he owns a yellow pair of sunglasses in case it gets foggy. Don't ask why. What happened in Bayou must be forgotten

Gear on the horse: A medium seized tent for 2 persons (theoretical...), one continental quilt. Water bags, 3 in total, the reamed colt and the Winchester, each in their holsters. A rope of 6 meter length, Two saddle bags. More hidden stuff...

Weapons:
He owns a good ol' lever action winchester 76 centenial with a aperture sight (a advanced iron sight which he can flip up if the target is at range and adjustable, but still has access to the normal iron sight) its metal body parts has temper colors, the wood is slightly brighter than his own hair. The caliber equals 45.-70 one of the most feared rifle rounds. So its magazin can only fit 7 cartidges and one in the chamber.

A rarity amongst the weapons in America, he killed a poor old german dude for it, a "vetterli karabiner" a simple but effective bolt action rifle. Manufactured in Bern states the weapon. Its metal has beautiful decoration in it and the wood grain is a bright brown, almost white in a caramel brown coloured wood. A true beauty. Its tube magazin holds 11 in and one in the chamber, so 12 rounds to be precise. The iron sight can be adjusted for different ranges. He has also a scope, which he can quick mount, cord screws with knob, two of them. Mounting the scope takes a minute. As for the caliber diameter 10.4mm so its close to 45. cal, but the cartridge is also shorter in length and less powerful as the 45.-70
Its a rimfire cartridge.


Revolvers:

As for the revolver goes. A single action revolver 'Peacemaker' from Colt, 6 shot, a bit worn out, so it jams sometimes, if that happens he needs to take the revolver apart and fix it. (That takes him about 10 seconds) That comes from the fanning method he often uses. (Maybe he will find a gunsmith on his journey? To repair it)
This revolver also has temper colours, but less decent than his winchester. It has filigrane bone decorations laid in the metal and two skulls in aswell on each side, the handle is a very dark black with with a carved in laughing skull on the left handle side. Its caliber is also 45. but it only fits 45. Colt cartridges.

The second single action revolver is a legendary LeMat Version, normally that revolver is a percussion revolver, but this one is a customized model so it fits normal 42. cal cartridges in. It also has a 16 gauge shotgun shell inside the zylinder the barrel sits underneath the common revolver barrel. About the hammer mechanism, its rather easy to switch to the shotgun barrel, the hammer is a nice invention, so u can flip it downside to fire the shotgun. As for the unique decorations, I actually need to show a picture of it. This one is rather a new one is possesion, so its in very good shape, he really rarely uses it to fan.

Last but not least a hell of a single action revolver, its a reamed custom build colt conversion revolver, its cylinder and casing is reinforced to handle its powerful cartridge, the .416 Remington Magnum, same goes for the barrel thickness and length. Its pretty much a oversized revolver which needs a lot of control, bcs of its heftiness and the recoil hits like a mule, even though its heavy fully loaded. The bulky reload window is on the right side of the cylinder, just like the LeMat and Peacemaker. (these two have a normal seized reload window)

He is a skilled gunslinger, so he often wields the LeMat and Peacemaker revolvers at the same time, if the situation allows it.

But where to store his magnificent weapons. Of course he brings a beautiful araber horse along with him. His reamed colt is always in the holster of his saddle if he rides the horse, the rifle holster holds his beloved Winchester.

Habits:
Bcs of past treasom he always takes the weapons alongside with him, if he stays in an inn. Tends to try newly created ammo types.
He has some serious trust issues and likes to work alone. Furthermore due to his deep devotion for his weapons, he always cleans and maintains his weaponary. So he is often seen cleaning all of them, so they work as intended. (He isn't able to fix the jamming hammer of his peacemaker) ~At least they wont betray me~
*this thought crosses his mind*
Sometimes you see him writing down some sentences into his book.

Social interactions:
He is uncomfortable with kind words and is rather harsh to kind peoples in his surroundings.
(Somethings are better kept a secret.)
Duncan talks less, but enough in his opinion. he is also rather quiet but can yell loud at people if they piss him off and don't get on his bad side, he is quick with drawing, seducing ends in certain death. (I saw once a butchered woman, all over the place)

His experience:

Due to his experience he can reload his revolvers Peacemaker and LeMat in a few seconds. (About 5 seconds are needed for the Peacemaker and 7s for the LeMat)
As for rifles: The vetterli takes about 8s and the winchester only 6s to reload. He crafts his own ammunition.
He thinks fast and he draws nearly inhumanily quick his guns. Pitfight experience. In the army it was one of the favorite acivities in late nights. Out of 50 matches he won 30, 6 draws and 14 loses. Also has poacher and trapper experience, capable to treat basic wounds.(where da hell did he learn that...) and has an increased sense for danger. He manages to get himself out alive in situations which are more than life threatening.

Past life:
He was born in a small town named 'Bandera'
His mother cathline was a sweet angel, which happened to be on this pitiful earth and his father Colm. The both of them had a handsome son, Duncan. He was at age of 8 years, when Colm started to work for the 'Railroad Express' company, a rising star amongst all railroad companies. His occupation was the post of the vice director, which kept him really busy, but he

liked his job. The company continued to grow over 7 years. Everything was smoothly and nicely, you might think. Thats how dramas start, right?
It started in the July. For some reason, bandits started to show up more often. They tended to hijack the train and rob all passengers to make matters worse, they always checked for the goods in the freight wagons. Somedays they had luck and found valuable things.
After a few weeks the 'Railroad Express' decided to hire gunslingers, to get a grasp of this terrible situation. At first it worked, so they hired 8 men additional. After about 2 other weeks, the bandit gangs formed a pact as response. The hired men were 10 at number, but the 50 bandits outgunned them without any mercy. So it happened again, this time the company was delivering some gold to fort Dangelberry, but it never reached its destination. This bad incident caused the companies slow downfall. As fast as it rose up to the sky, as fast it went down.
Colm wasn't good at saving his dollars and within a month the company crashed and was bankruptcy.
At that point, Colm started with drinking. He tried to hide his regrets, to the sorrow of his beloved wife.

When Duncan turned 15 this year, Colm finally lost it. At a warm summer evening he called for Duncan. Duncan who received so much love from his mother, showed up in less than a minute. He was well rosen and knew that his father grew rather unpatiently after losing his workplace.
Mother was out to earn some money in the wash salon, money they really needed. So Duncan was alone with his father.
He smelled his breath 5 feets away, but was the pure innocense in person.
"Yes father?" replied Duncan. Not knowing how much rage his dad had, because he run out of booze.
"Come over here, Duncan!", yelled Colm at him.
Duncan winced to this rash request of his father, but followed the order. The smell of the moonshine grew stronger as he stepped closer to his father, he was so close now, that he was close to puking.
"Are you scared son!?" asked his father, in a dangerously calm tone.
He replied: "yes father"
"How come? Do you think I'll hurt you?" asked Colm further, his eyes opened up wide.
"Yes, father." replied Duncan with trembling voice.
"Well well, if u beg me this nicely..." he began in calm tone. "I'll fullfil your wish!" he screamed and punched the poor boy right into the stomach.
Duncan's lungs got emptied in a blink of a eye. His father punched him with all his might and his eyes and his grin have become a grimace of pure joy.
After this punch, Duncan collapsed. Wheezing for oxygen, but he had no time to rest. Colm grabbed his nape and pulled him up. His grip was as strong as a vice. Duncan knew he couldn't break free.
"Don't get tired just because of one punch" he says with joyfull voice.
He dragged his son along with him, into the kitchen.
Suddenly the house door burst open and cathline stands in the doorframe.
She sees Colm dragging Duncan to the kitchen and her expression changes to blank horror.
Colm laughs.
"What the hell are you doin' here wife?"
"What are you doing to my son!?"
"Can't you see? I'll teach him some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ manners, this brat was disrespectful to his own father. Its long overdue."
"Is that really true, Duncan?"
"No mom, you've got to believe me." Duncans pleading hurts his mother at the bottom of her heart. It almost tears her apart as she looks onto his face.
It expresses true horror and fear.

But cathline was also scared of her husband, she never saw that kind of face he made. It was terrifying.
"Are you questioning my actions, wife?!" he yells at her, losing grip on Duncans nape.
Cathline screams in shock.
In a split second Duncan breaks free of his father's grip and runs in direction of his mother. She takes his hand and goes for the run. Their house was a 10 min walk to the town.
Colm grabbed his relvover and went after them
Cathline and Duncan had a head start of 2 minutes, but Colm closed the distance between them in less than a minute. He shouted after them, "stop right there wife, or else one of you will take a bullet!"
His grin was close to a horror show. His smile derranged, his eyes were wide open. A hideous laughter followed as he drew closer. They knew, that this man was no longer part of their family
"You can run all you want, but the both of you can't hide"
He raised and aimed his cheap 3$ revolver. It was a good for nothing revolver but still deadly.
They were 5 mins away of small town. In the horizon their faces of them were still unrecognizable.
Colm took aim at Duncan, because he believed that this damn brat was the cause for their misery. Cathline felt the shift in Colms breathing. She always had a sensation for that, whenever Duncan was in danger, she would knew it. She yanked him into front of her and guarded his back, she would pay any price for the safety of her son. The sun was setting, as 3 shot whipped through the air. Colm illuminated the sunset in bright muzzle flashes. A hard and hot piece of lead hit Duncan in the back. He fell over front in the grass, groaning in agony, buried below his lifeless mother. She took all bullets in order to save Duncan. She died on the spot.
The calm town rioted in the far. Lights went on and the sherrif and his deputy sat on the horses and went right into Duncans direction.
Colm ignored the ruckus in the distance, his goal was to eliminate the devils breed.
The sherrif saw a man standing above two lying bodies. In a blink of an eye he recognized Cathline's body and Colm. The expression of Colm was still disruptive.
"Sir drop the gun" yelled the deputy, both had their revolvers aimed at Colm. He tilted his head and looked the young deputy at a age of 25 years right into the eyes. "What do you want, boy? I'm contributing my efforts to hunt any evil breeds on this forsaken earth and cleanse the world of these creatures"
"Sir, drop the gun at once! You are detained."
"I dont ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ care!" Colm was not a experienced shooter, so he didn't reload his gun. But still. He raised the gun to take aim at the deputy, this attempt came to a sudden halt. The deputy emptied his 6 shot colt, as same the sheriff did.
Colm faltered and coughed up blood. He attempted to take another step, but went down.

to be continued...