Dès que les rafales ont commencé à voler, Simion se déplaçait. Sans hésiter, il s'est jeté sur le bar, mettant son gros entre lui et le reste du Saloon - un réflexe plus qu'une décision qu'il avait prise. Dès que le tir s'est arrêté, il a sauté à son exploit et a tiré son arme de son étui, un revolver assez vieux avec seulement les six balles en chambre qui étaient déjà chargées. Il l'a pointé d'abord à Archie puis à Rat avant de déplacer son but vers Archie comme l'intimidant homme du crâne a fait la même chose.
Qu'est-ce qui se passait? il s'interrogea comme la tension remplissait l'air, ses yeux s'éparpillant entre les trois hommes alors qu'il remplacait son but à Rat. Après tout, il y avait quelque chose de familier à l'homme, et il devait sûrement y avoir une raison pour que cet homme apparemment riche ouvre le feu d'une manière aussi hasardeuse.
"Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" j'ai crié Simion, j'ai fini par spéculer.
NAME: Archibald "Archie" Hersker
AGE: 28 (Up Coming 29th Birthday)
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Undertaker/Mortician
BIO: Born back east, Archie was raised in a family of critically acclaimed coffin makers and morticians, The Herskers. Known nationally and far abroad as the makers of quality caskets, coffins, shrouds and urns. From a young age Archie had grown hand in hand with death, he saw bodies come in and out of his father's workshop, going to the adjoined morgue to be embalmed, explaining why he always smelt like chemicals as a child. However once he became 13, he was brought into family business proper and went about proving himself as a master at shaping wood; more and more people came in asking for his workmanship and he gladly made their caskets. However people suddenly stopped coming to him after finding out he had no formal education in the field of carpentry. He took two years off to train as an apprentice in the Boston Guild of Carpenters, got a fellowship and graduated with honors, though upon coming home, he found his position taken. In a flurry of yells and finger pointing, he packed up his bags with his tools and his money and he stormed out of the Hersker estate, this was when he was 20.
He spent two more years of his life working freelance, slowly but surely - and unwittingly - going further and further west, until one day he found himself in Sand Flats, a descent enough town. But he noticed it was missing something, well two things, a hospital and and a mortician. He smiled to himself and bought a plot (plot 8) and has been happily working there for coming up 7 years now, making coffins and caskets for dead citizens and downed outlaws alike.
Though he has made himself comfortable in the dusty town, he is somewhat out of place, too well mannered, too clean looking; he attracts a lot of attention walking through town, "that city slicker..." he hears mumbled behind his back or, "that odd feller." he hates it, but he has to live with it.
PERSONALITY: For being in the line of work he is in, he's a rather chipper individual, not the constantly depressed downer one would expect to be a mortician. If met in the middle of the street he often gives a smile or tips a hit, giving polite greetings and 'how do ya do's. Apart from that he's a charismatic individual, his big city way of talking and flawless smile making woman swoon, he enjoys doing so but never found the opportune moment to get hitched to a lady. He also loves being sarcastic, he doesn't even need to talk to be so, usually playfully obnoxious in his mannerisms, one can't help smiling when he does something backhanded. Though he is approachable most of the time, when provoked enough his mood shifts violently.
TALENTS:
- Carpentry, it's part of the job.
- Sewing, someone's gotta make the interiors.
- Sizing People Up, whether they be dead or alive.
- Persuasion, his devilish charm doesn't just work on the ladies.
- Melee Weapons, years of using hammer.
- Keeps calm, except when he's not calm.
- AMAZING COOK.
FLAWS:
- Inept with long-arms, slightly better with handguns.
- Violent mood-swings.
- Can sometimes be cocky and accept stupid bets.
- Fairly selfish.
- Sensitive eyes, sudden flashes don't go well with him.