Shelly attendait toujours que la fille de service revienne avec le vin rouge, il se demandait où elle était allée. L'herbe qu'il pensait, plein d'herbe. Il a atteint ses mains en bas de sa chemise et a griffé son estomac cicatrice tandis que son autre main sentait le visage du bébé de Marlett.
"De retour ici dans un peu de bébé, papa gotsa a vu ses affaires de vin rouge." Il marchait vers le bar, un air de tension et retenait la rage était en train de brouiller à ce sujet. "Même les gars, n'importe qui voit une belle fille, cinq quatre, mignon dans une tenue de saloon ridicule. Elle a aussi cette voix de rouille. Elle était supposée me livrer mon vin rouge."
Il a jeté un coup d'œil sur sa table, Marlett touchait ses armes, ses étuis en cuir. Il regarda en arrière le bar occupé, à aucun en particulier, mais à un 1740 Williams Root Drink vide. "J'ai compris ça? Ou c'est là-haut pour vanité et vanité?" Il parlait à Rose.
NAME: The Interloper. Shelly.
AGE: Estimated from voice, 40's.
GENDER: Appears to be a male.
APPEARANCE: Shelly is dressed like any other common adventurer slash bandit that appears on the dry deadlands of the west. Perhaps his most unique, and bizarrely intriguing feature is his semi-realistic skull mask. It appears to be made of solid materials, perhaps the working of Indian magicians. There are holes in the place of the skull's eye sockets that channel Shelly's odd gleaming eyes.
He always wears his long scarlet scarf and carries his two trusted pistols in the leather holsters, criss crossed around his hips. His boots are leather black and smudged with dust and burnt blood.
OCCUPATION: Mercenary, Lone Adventurer.
BIO: Shelly journeyed from the far eastern borders looking for the fabled royal crest hidden somewhere in the western deserts. He stopped by a friendly looking town to rest his weary lungs, and troubled mind, feed his lust for a drink. A damsel's warm insides. (Much to be revealed through flashbacks)
PERSONALITY: TBR.
TALENTS:
Killing People.
Surviving Harsh conditions.
Plays a piano like a boss.
Master Gunslinger.
FLAWS:
Talking to people.
Drinking and sex addict.
Unable to to remove his mask so he looks like a complete douchebag indoors.