Name:Charles "Charlie" Cooper
Age:27
Gender:Male
Appearance: He weighs in about 150 pounds, and stands about 5'10" and is 27 years old. He has slightly curly and dark as night hair, which he usually hides beneath his dark cowboy hat. His face is a slender face and on it it has a very nicely shaven goatee along with a still visible, but fading scar that stretches from his left eyebrow down to this right nostril. Underneath his chin he has a black bandana which he wears when he wants to cover his face from the harsh weather. He wears a dirt stained pitch black vest with grey buttons, and under the vest there is a dark brown long sleeved shirt which looks like it has both blood and dirt stains in the various visible spots. His dark brown pants seem to help the dirt he has picked up from his travels blend in. His boots are that of which a typical cowboy of this era would wear, although one boot is missing it's spur, and they both seem to be in good condition comapred to the rest of his outfit.

Personality:He is a go with the flow type of guy, very laid back at most times, and usually can find humor out of things in his life which others couldn't. He is a gambler and an alcoholic, which both of those traits have never served him well in the past. He would rather neogtiate he ways out of things using his charisma, but when he does need to fight he isn't a bad shot with a gun. His typical "good day" would be get drunk, get some money playing cards, and go home and sleep. Although he seems like an average drunk, he can be very serious at times, especially when his young daughter, Ann, is the subject. Overall he's a truly good guy and would like nothing better than to see his daughter happy.

Profession: Outlaw, Poor Farmer
Weapons:He has a battle worn double-action revolver which he usually places in his pants, as he has no holster, also which is always loaded. Then he has a U.S Military issued knife which he looted off a corpse on one of his adventures. He also has a double-barreled shotgun which he usually leaves on his horse, but sometimes brings it along on the ocassional daily routine, because you never which of your friends you might meet again.

Bio:He was raised in North Carolina by his buisness man of a father and a house wife of a mother. When he was just 16 he wanted adventure in his life, so he meet up with some local mischief makers and they said they had plans to go out west and become famous and rich. He immeadiley jumped aboard that plan and put every penny he had at that time, and even some of his father's, towards the the trip. Once they got ahold of the train and boat tickets they persuaded the people who told them they couldn't go (No adult, you're too young etc) with money. They arrived in the wild west just before he turned 17. When they arrived, he and his 'friends' were now almost broke and stuck in the town of Black Water. They quickly fell into the wrong crowd and began working for some bad people. This is where Charlie learned how to shoot a gun accuratley and survive in the wild west. A few years later when he was 24 his "bosses" began to die off in random shootings, he began to worry. He soon found out one of his friends he came over here with was killed, then another, then another, until there was just 3 left (including himself.) He convinced himself this was not all a coincidence and fled south of the border with his wife, Grace, who was 4 months pregnant with their daughter, Ann. He lived in a country house in Perdido until his daughter was born. He decided he owed it to his daughter to give her a better life than he was leading and took off on an adventure trying to earn as much money as he can. He did jobs, good and bad, all over Mexico and the West, and stopped by to check on his daughter frequently. Charlie, now 27, had caught word of that there was a high bounty on a living Mr. Muldoon. He took off to El Paso immeaditley.