Post by Caesar S. Ballentine on Sept 16, 2015 11:13:18 GMT
Name: Caesar Silvestre Ballentine
Age: 33 ((655))
Archetype: Outlaw
Skills:
[Archetype Skills]
Sneaking: 40
Ambush: 35
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40
Unarmed combat: 40
Melee Weapons: 50
Survival: 40
Cheating: 30
Game Knowledge: 40
[Non-Archetype Skills]
Detect Lying: 30 (60)
Horsemanship: 30 (60)
Stamina: 35 (70)
Knowledge (Spanish): 50 (100)
Basic Construction: 5 (10)
Equipment:
Starting Cash: 50 dollars
1 Bowie Knife - Free
1 Kerr's Patent Revolver .36 Cal - 50 Dollars
History: The bastard son of an Irish-Man and a Mexican Woman, Caesar was born in a small river town named Orange, in Texas. Ceasar had little money and little opportunity in life, his mixed heritage making him hated by most of the "pure" americans, and even looked at with distrust by his family at large, who excommunicated his mother for having a child with his father. To make some money to support his family, Ceasar sold his service to anyone who'd pay, first doing jobs the southerners felt too risky for their black slaves to do, and then for his skills in a fight. Ceaser eventually made his way into Louisiana, where he got caught up in the civil war and joined a malitia offering good pay for Volunteers in their forces.
Caesar signed up at first for the Cazadores Espanoles Regiment, the Spanish Hunters Militia composed of multiple Central, South American, and Spaniards, but found it equally off-putting as working with the racist whites, his accent and appearance earning him a mocking nickname of Mestizo, Half-Breed. He left the unit to join the growing amount of malitia-men composed of the dregs of southern society, Irish, Spanish, Polish, Germen, Jewish, Mexican, and any crazy white man who could stand to work with them, usually as a Zouave, a infantrymen based on a North-African military unit and practice disorganized and fast fighting. This strange collection of individual fighters was like a marauding horde more then an army, and was given the mantle of Louisiana Tigers, after the Tiger Rifles who helped found them. Caesar distinguished himself among the ranks by his skills with a blade, being quite a dangerous opponent to get in a close quarters fight with. The Tigers would eventually form the Tiger Brigade, Caesar helping to fight in many battles, including the Battles of Bull Run. During a Battle of Chantilly, Caesar was nearly run down by a Union General named Philip Kearny after a successful ambush, him and other Tigers shooting the man to death and Caesar managing to get his hands on the mans saber, keeping it as a trophy and using it in the many battles to come, earning him the nickname "The Red Tiger" for his close quarters, rushing style of fighting that would leave his clothing stained with blood, notably in a stripe like pattern.
Despite his efforts and accomplishments, Caesar did not receive much recognition, nor did many of the Tiger Brigade. Many years into the war, and they were still seen as the Mongrels to their commanding officers, deserving of nothing and unworthy of anything. The final straw came during a particularly nasty battle, The Battle of Cabin Creek, when the tiger brigade and other militias was sent into the Republic of Texas to try and carve out a supply line for continued engagement. His brigade was a diversion, given little supplies to use to defend themselves, were made to serve as the guard for confederate raiders to pillage train routes and supplies to feed the war effort. When things inevitably went belly up and the group came under attack, His brigade was ordered to stay and fight the Republic's forces while the rest of the confederate forces retreated, using them as cover. Caesar, seeing the tide of the battle, issued a retreat to any who could follow and fled the battlefield, riding westwards and knowing he could not show up to the confederate army alive, or else be executed as a defector and traitor. He fled to the new territories, spending 3 years wandering from small outpost to small outpost, lending his aid for small money and selling all but a few of his items, among them the sword he took from Kearny.
Now he's come to Jackson, looking to put either his talents to use in some way, either with the law or with someone who'd pain him good money outside of the law.
Age: 33 ((655))
Archetype: Outlaw
Skills:
[Archetype Skills]
Sneaking: 40
Ambush: 35
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40
Unarmed combat: 40
Melee Weapons: 50
Survival: 40
Cheating: 30
Game Knowledge: 40
[Non-Archetype Skills]
Detect Lying: 30 (60)
Horsemanship: 30 (60)
Stamina: 35 (70)
Knowledge (Spanish): 50 (100)
Basic Construction: 5 (10)
Equipment:
Starting Cash: 50 dollars
1 Bowie Knife - Free
1 Kerr's Patent Revolver .36 Cal - 50 Dollars
History: The bastard son of an Irish-Man and a Mexican Woman, Caesar was born in a small river town named Orange, in Texas. Ceasar had little money and little opportunity in life, his mixed heritage making him hated by most of the "pure" americans, and even looked at with distrust by his family at large, who excommunicated his mother for having a child with his father. To make some money to support his family, Ceasar sold his service to anyone who'd pay, first doing jobs the southerners felt too risky for their black slaves to do, and then for his skills in a fight. Ceaser eventually made his way into Louisiana, where he got caught up in the civil war and joined a malitia offering good pay for Volunteers in their forces.
Caesar signed up at first for the Cazadores Espanoles Regiment, the Spanish Hunters Militia composed of multiple Central, South American, and Spaniards, but found it equally off-putting as working with the racist whites, his accent and appearance earning him a mocking nickname of Mestizo, Half-Breed. He left the unit to join the growing amount of malitia-men composed of the dregs of southern society, Irish, Spanish, Polish, Germen, Jewish, Mexican, and any crazy white man who could stand to work with them, usually as a Zouave, a infantrymen based on a North-African military unit and practice disorganized and fast fighting. This strange collection of individual fighters was like a marauding horde more then an army, and was given the mantle of Louisiana Tigers, after the Tiger Rifles who helped found them. Caesar distinguished himself among the ranks by his skills with a blade, being quite a dangerous opponent to get in a close quarters fight with. The Tigers would eventually form the Tiger Brigade, Caesar helping to fight in many battles, including the Battles of Bull Run. During a Battle of Chantilly, Caesar was nearly run down by a Union General named Philip Kearny after a successful ambush, him and other Tigers shooting the man to death and Caesar managing to get his hands on the mans saber, keeping it as a trophy and using it in the many battles to come, earning him the nickname "The Red Tiger" for his close quarters, rushing style of fighting that would leave his clothing stained with blood, notably in a stripe like pattern.
Despite his efforts and accomplishments, Caesar did not receive much recognition, nor did many of the Tiger Brigade. Many years into the war, and they were still seen as the Mongrels to their commanding officers, deserving of nothing and unworthy of anything. The final straw came during a particularly nasty battle, The Battle of Cabin Creek, when the tiger brigade and other militias was sent into the Republic of Texas to try and carve out a supply line for continued engagement. His brigade was a diversion, given little supplies to use to defend themselves, were made to serve as the guard for confederate raiders to pillage train routes and supplies to feed the war effort. When things inevitably went belly up and the group came under attack, His brigade was ordered to stay and fight the Republic's forces while the rest of the confederate forces retreated, using them as cover. Caesar, seeing the tide of the battle, issued a retreat to any who could follow and fled the battlefield, riding westwards and knowing he could not show up to the confederate army alive, or else be executed as a defector and traitor. He fled to the new territories, spending 3 years wandering from small outpost to small outpost, lending his aid for small money and selling all but a few of his items, among them the sword he took from Kearny.
Now he's come to Jackson, looking to put either his talents to use in some way, either with the law or with someone who'd pain him good money outside of the law.
