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[[OOC: So like what time period and country are we talking about...gotta have the right theme or I will sound ghey]]

Revenge was a fairly tall bloke at 5'11
Brown hair to his shoulders, and a cow-boy hat

He carried two revolvers and a Remmy Shotgun

He wore old clothes which you could tell just by the knee area which was more or less faded away

An unremarkable figure walked in, his hat covering the top half of his face from view, a five o'clock shadow graces his face. At his side were two Colt Peacemakers, he rarely used rifles, but when he had to he had a Winchester Model 1873 strapped across his back. He wore no badge, he wasn't a lawman, or a bounty hunter, he was an outlaw, and one of the best gunmen in the West. He had just recently escaped from a fort after a close encounter with the Marshall of Dodge City and his men. The man was Tom Septim, a living legend that nobody had ever seen, he left no survivors. Septim approached the bar.
"A water..." muttered Septim.
"Water? You don't come to a bar for water boy!" yells the barkeep.
Septim drew his peacemaker with lightning speed and shoved the barrel into the barkeep's mouth. He fired, blowing his brains onto the wall, he then turned around and opened fire, the nine patrons fell with bullets in their head, and Septim loaded his peacemakers. A group of lawmen entered the tavern with rifles and revolvers, and Septim laughed. He then jumped behind the bar while firing two shots, one striking a lawman in the neck, the other striking a lawman in the eye. The lawmen opened fire on the bar, blowing several holes in the bar. One goes forward and looks to see that Septim was alive and well, it was the last thing he ever saw. Septim shot him in the forehead, hopped up, and shot the two remaining lawmen before they could even tell what is happening. He then grabbed a glass and filled it up with water, after finishing it he left a tip. He then walked outside, whistled, and a black horse strided up to him. He mounted the horse and began riding. The carnage he left would soon be known as the Felleshook Massacre.

"Agreed...lets git goin'"

Charley hopped onto the back of his chestnut colored horse named Hallik, and followed the man named Revenge.  He took his rifle off of his back and placed it in a holster on the side of the horse, and then removed his jacket due to the heat.  It would be a long adventure...