Alias: Doc Silver
Age: Mid-Thirties
Birth date: April 23
Current Residence: None
Birth Place: Somewhere in the south
Allegiance: To himself and those in need
Belief/Religion: N/A
Titles/Honorifics: Doctor, Healer, Death
Profession: Outlaw Medical Professional
Hobby: Gardening, collecting rocks
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Strengths: Calm, intelligent, caring, stoic
Weaknesses: Whiskey
Height: 5'9”
Weight: Around 200
Build: Average
Hair: Brown, long
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Decently tanned
Handedness: Right-handed
Scars: Several minor ones here and there, one main scar being from a gunshot wound to his left knee
Tattoos: Medical Cross on his right shoulder
Basic Description: Caucasian, with a hint of Spanish decent somewhere way back when. He looks older than he is, and while he's nowhere near ugly, he's never thought of himself as good looking, let alone handsome.
Disabilities: Slight limp, joint pain, the worst of which is in his left knee
Most Prized Possession (Material Value): Fully stocked medical field kit
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): Father's silver pocket watch
Likes: Helping/healing people
Dislikes: Law officials
Goals: Stay alive long enough to accomplish his true goal
Fears: Falling from a great height, losing a patient
Mannerisms: Talks to himself a little when thinking medical thoughts, tends to hang back at first
Psychological Condition: Cautious, he fully trusts no one, not even himself to some extent. Often very serious
Aptitudes: Aim at short-mid range, medicine, including herbal remedies
Superstitions: Crows, to be shown later
Morals: Won't hurt women, children, or animal unless it's life or death
Positive Characteristics: Good listener, levelheaded, somewhat polite...in his own way
Negative Characteristics: Mean drunk, if someone pisses him off enough he'll ignore their existence
Relationships: N/A
Relatives: 9 year old son, alive. Wife, dead.
Rivals: Anyone who harms someone when he's around
Pressures/Problems: He hurts when it rains, dying slowly from 'a cancer'
Weapon Name: Mr. Smith
Type: Revolver
Function: Death
Description: An old silver, 7 round revolver. He knows nothing of its past and bought it after the incident with his knee. He doesn't know guns, only how to use them, so he has no idea what the brand name or anything like that would be
Item Value: To a collector, a good bit. Anyone else, worthless.
Weapon Name: Shiny
Type: Scalpel
Function: Saving or taking life, depends on the situation
Description: A simple, small scalpel with a stainless steel blade of about an inch with an overall length of maybe six inches
Item Value: Common, but not often used
Current Story:
Doc Silver, as most call him, is currently riding with the posse as the medic. His fellow outlaws believe that he is doing this for the money, but in reality he wants revenge on the man who killed his wife and shot him in the knee.
(P.S.- I know I didn't fully explain everything in this, but I will in story. I'd like to leave a bit of mystery to him for now, if that's alright.)