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Revision as of 14:32, 2 February 2014

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Do me a favor? Don't scream. Just hear what I've gotta say...
and then scream.
—The Collector
Buck
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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!

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


The Man
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By the Hook

Interests

Hangouts

Good Ol' Boy

By the Blade
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Silence
Description
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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.

Words to Live and Die By
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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
Roleplay Logs By OOC Posting Date
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