I"m drawing up a character now, human, older. For the most part he is just going to be there till there is a need for an antagonist or protagonist. Either works for me but I prefer to see the story in motion. Bio will be posted in an edit to this most shortly.
Name: Joseph Stien
Age:32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: His dark hair has a dirty fading look to it form the stress of what was his prime. Short and ill maintained added to his scruffy look. His soft leather dust coat dropped till it reached the top of his boots. Under his coat is a black ādressā shirt with a red large silk scarf or ascot around his neck. Attached to his belt is a Smith and Wesson Schofield Cavalry in a light brown holster setting on his right side and on his left a pouch with extra ammunition. His pants a dark brown with traditional brown cowboy boots. Dark brown hat to finish the look. (Forgot the hat >.< )
Height: 5ā11
Weight: 182
Hair color: Graying black.
Bio:
Short version of everyone else because I know I like to get deep into a character. Normal simple man, family killed, ten years of revenge, retired from hunting at Vampire town.
Bio: Joseph didnāt lead a simple life in his younger years. He wasnāt trained by anyone of importance to become someone great. He was a hunter by trade then. Furs of animals, their meat, even bones were in demand by some people. He had a loving family, a wife and a daughter. He didnāt go out more than a few days away from his family; he was an honest trader, never wanting to charge more than he needed. He led a simple life. He didnāt want the most expensive house, the newest things and other contraptions. He was happy with his horse to get around. Josephās life wasnāt perfect, like any family there were issues, but in the end they were resolved no matter how big or petty. On many occasions he would take others out for game hunting. Mainly people from outside that had rarely seen any big game before. He had three rules for these expeditions. Never ask more than a single question at a time and wait for the answer. Never take a shot without being completely certain of what you are going to hit. The most important rule that was more like a law to him, never no mater what horse around with a weapon even in eyeshot. Joseph had those simple rules for the sake of safety. The first rule was to avoid the annoyance of never being able to finish a statement from the wanna-be cowboys out there in the world. All that simplicity changed when someone broke all three of the rules. A group of kids that wanted to go hunting at night showed up at the time they set, 2200. Was a full moon and a clear night above his land.
He met one of the four people after an argument with his wife. Joseph went to the same bar each time. It was the only traditional styled saloon in the state, though Joseph knew about the changes in the world he liked his simple life and never became attached to the brightly lit signs, the cars or anything else of the sort. He was 22 when he was here. Bartender served him since he was seventeen, an old family friend that felt letting one under aged person drink wasnāt an issue. Joseph never got unruly with his drinking showed respect at all times, even when struck he would let the first one go.
But that night a week after his five year anniversary with his wife was the start of what changed his life. The agreement was made between the two of them for night hunting for coyotes. It wasnāt big game, but it was a bit dangerous. Joseph took all the precautions that he normally would. All but his gut. But he shrugged it off and rode home. The night was bright but cold, Joseph could see his breath as the first of two cars pulled up. One was clearly owned by some rich kid, lights were everywhere taking away from the head lights, Joseph saw the moving beacon long before they were on his land. The sound system was even worse, he heard the bass as they hit his drive way and the closer they came to the house the more he felt it. He knew it was going to be a long night.
The night was longer than even he expected. The man he talked to before strayed away from the group, but Joseph knew he could handle his own, there is just a vibe that he gave off that didnāt scream tenderfoot. The kids made too much noise, kept their finger on the trigger of the rifles they had. It was stressful but the rate for four people was enough to over look the teenagerās actions. Then he heard his wife scream a blood curtailing scream. On impuls Joseph went to run. As he turned to run he felt something hit him in the back of the head then fell to the ground. He heard talking, above him, he wasnāt out cold but was greatly disorientated. Joseph couldnāt make out the words but heard gun fire. Three shots from different directions, then nothing. Not a hoot or a howl for a moment he thought he was dead. That one of those punks managed to shoot him. Then he felt himself lifted and dragged.
When he awoke the next day he screamed his wife and childās name. It would be the last time he would say them. Joseph later found out that he was in a safe house. Protection from āSuck-headsā as the people there affectionately called vampires. He was told of the travesties that happened to his wife and child, what the true agenda of the four was. From that point his heart was filled with revenge and hate. He sold his land, his house, everything but his horse, and a few of his personal belongings. The devoted his life to hunting those that took his family from him. From then on he had one goal. To get revenge. After about ten years he did just that. At 32 he retired from hunting Suck heads for the group and left to go to the Vampire town on the odd chance his life would end so he can finally be with his family.
I know it is long but a 32 year old human would have a history. And I left it open for him to be either protagonist or antagonist.
