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Do me a favor? Don't scream. Just hear what I've gotta say... and then scream. —The Collector
Buck Race: Human, probably. Full Name: Perun 'Buck' Mstislav Jovanovic Date of Birth: On a day like any other Heritage: Slavic Euromutt, talks like a Southerner though Occupation: Occasional Bounty Hunter Other: Gentlemanly Other: Quiet Apparent Age: Early 20's Height: 6'2" The Wolf Buck is a good ol' boy come from the Southern United states in search of something. He's a quiet man who opens doors for the ladies, doesn't cuss (in public) and keeps his elbows off the table. It's said he takes the occasional bounty for people who've jumped bail but often times he's content to keep to himself while out about the town. People Along the Way Family Zoe - I will look out for you. You are my heart's blood and my pride. The Good Yuri - It's been some time old man. Let's see if you've still got fight in you. Connor - Ya have yer opinion and I have mine. But that's how the Nation works, innit? Meave - Only meetin' ya briefly but ya seem like good people. Sara McMurrough - Don't particularly care what ya do s'long as ya don't hurt the nation. Boss - Ya messed up son. Face Justice and move on. Selene (wolf) - Thoughtful but mildly impatient. I can see why ya were asked ta help the Old Man, though. Justine - Quiet. It's a nice change. The Bad The Ugly The Opinions of Others Zoe: Daddy!	The Man By the Hook Interests Hangouts Good Ol' Boy By the Blade Appearance Charisma Manipulation Strength Dexterity Silence Description Six foot and two hundred pounds of man stands before you. The tall fellow wears a leather cowboy hat over his thick black hair; most of it held back in a braid that lands in the middle of his back with a pewter and leather clasp. Dark blue eyes stare out from the hat seeking out details in everything he sees. He has a strong jaw, set usually in a determined way. Slightly full lips alternate between a thoughtful purse and a hearty smile. His nose has obviously been broken a few times but the bump in his semi straight nose protests it's always been reset. High cheekbones, thick lashes and a small goatee offsets the rest of his face. He has broad shoulders, coming down from his head with a thick neck. His shoulders setting off his solid barrel chest and sleek muscled torso. Large arms meet slender hands, artists hands , at the wrist, each adorned with gloves. Clothing his top half is a tight black Tshirt that hugs his defined musculature. Above his athletic narrow hips he wears a leather belt holding up black Carhearts, down his long thick legs to his feet, each booted in snakeskin with silver tips. Occasionally he wears a long leather duster over it all, but even in chill weather he seems to prefer to go without. Music God'll Cut You Down - Johnny Cash Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down The Highwayman - Highwaymen I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five But I am still alive. Carry my Body Down - Nick13 How long can this journey go on? Will I find the place I'm meant to go? Will dreams fall down around us, just like the winter snow? Another year has come and gone. Will my luck hold on for one year more? I think of how far I have come, and what's been left behind. When will they carry my body down? When will they carry my body down? Will they take it from the river after I've jumped right in and drowned? Will they find it on the battlefield, on the spot I stood my ground? Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria - Past You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured my world ... Hang on to the glory at my right hand Here laid to rest is our love ever longed With truth on the shores of compassion You seem to take premise to all of these songs You stormed off to scar the armada Like Jesus played martyr, I'll drill through your hands The stone for the curse you have blamed me With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep How High the Moon - Hillbilly Moon Explosion Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart How high the moon Bury Them Deep - Ghoultown Hot sun glares down on the street silence as deep as a Colorado gorge don't care where you been or where you come from it's just my job to be done wind in my face I love the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum bury them deep and they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine Words to Live and Die By Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. —Martin Luther King, Jr. Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both. —Eleanor Roosevelt An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life. —Robert A. Heinlein If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. —William Shakespeare Tools of the Trade Blade Don't Touch the Hat My World.
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