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Wanna Know Why the Strong are?I've read books. I've seen movies. An'I agree folks become strong to protect. Ain't nobody gonna get strong to break things, and y'can take my word fer it if anyone says otherwise--but that ain't what I plan on arguin' for today. The strong become strong to protect themselves. The obligation to protect the little people around 'em can come after that, or it may not, but folks don't work themselves to the bone for other folks. That's just how the world goes 'round. Don't--No, don't look at me that way, lil' hombre. I can tell what you're thinkin', and it ain't a bad thing at all. Folks are always so down on reality, always looking away fWanna Know Why the Strong are?
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| "Yeehaw, pardner. ♥" ~*~ Rose is about twenty, give or take two years, and is 5'8". Her nationality would be Australian if she were a real life person, and she sports a Texan accent.** Rose is very, very straight and can even be considered a Femme le Pew. She hates admitting when she is wrong or has been wrong. She is also extremely gullible, but has the fury of a tempest when she realizes (truly, truly realizes) that she has been crossed. ~*~ Obligatory Wall-of-Text Background: She was born and raised in ranch under a blistering sun, where she never went a day without momma's home cooking and papa's goodnight kisses. She had an older brother and sister from another mother, then two more younger siblings to whom she was fully related. She'd always wanted to be a copper, so when she came of age and her two older siblings had left home, she left, too. And failed miserably at getting a job. She had physical ability, and agility.. but she found herself to be "too empathetic". She would always catch the criminals, then (too often for the general public's liking) pity them and let them go. She would especially do this for the men. So, too ashamed to go home, she left the city and proclaimed herself a bounty hunter. Now she's a starving huntist, so she does some odd jobs here and there.. but that's a secret. ~*~ Sample Monologuey Text: "I'm not one to fancy talking to myself by writin' in diaries, but I daresay my heart skipped a beat when I met that fellow wearin' the beads. The cheeky devil was wanted for robbery--smiled sadly at me when I caught him digging a paw into a gent's purse--An'I mean purse, it weren't big enough to be nothin' else, and was slung o'er his shoulder like so. Anyhow, I caught the devil redhanded, and was about to.. well. I ain't too sure anymore what I was gonna do. Ain't ever heard anythin' sadder in my life than what came outta his handsome lips. James Farmer Doe was his name. He told me about how his dear mum died when he was a young'un, and how his father always beat 'im half to death. And then his house was set on fire, and can you believe it, his pet dog was taken by coyotes. Not only that, now his little sis has gone and caught a horrid fever, and the doctor's got it too, so he's dedicatin' the rest of his life to raisin' enough money to cure both his sis and the doc, even if it's the last thing he does, he says. It took all the strength I had to stop myself from shedding a tear or two. How could I turn 'im in after that? So I punched the living daylights out of purseman and helped him escape. Now, the folks 'round here seem a tad grumpy with me, so I'm just hanging around outside the saloon by myself like usual. But y'know dear diary, now that I'm reading this here writin' over a second time, I'm wonderin' if maybe the devil was shitting me. ... Nah. No one with a face like that could be a liar. ♥" ~*~ **Any faults with her dialect should be blamed on her roleplayer, who is not familiar with any accents yet wanted to give it a shot anyway.  ;;; Sorry!~*~ ((This is a roleplay account, and all its base are belong to  . Check them out for details.)) |
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- Current Residence: ((Originally: The fictional equivalent of Texas in which people have exaggerated accents.))
- Interests: ((Ooc: MEN MEN MEN MEN oh and "right". In more than one sense.))
- Favourite movie: Anythin' with a good shootout in it.
- Favourite genre of music: Country, o'course.
- Wallpaper of choice: ((Sexy shirtless men, mm mm mm.))
- Skin of choice: .. Tee hee hee
- Favourite game: Cops an' robbers.
- Favourite cartoon character: Pecos Bill.
- Personal Quote: "WHAT IN TARNATION--"
- Tools of the Trade: Rope, a great pair of boots, a stick o' charcoal n' scraps of paper.
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He steps up to Rose, examining every aspect of her.
Very strange, very strange. I sense a strangeness from you, oh yes.
... Why do you cut your hair so short, madam? Are you trying to pretend to be a man?
S--Strange...?!
She narrowed her eyes up at the giant man.. well, height-wise he was intimidating, certainly, but if he were her height, he'd look ridiculously weak. Revelation of superiority caused a pleased smile to appear on her face.
I think yer just tryin' to stir up trouble, pardner.
She looked at him more seriously
Don't work on that too hard or I'll have to arrest you. Then she glances aside offhandedly, No I ain't pretendin' to be a man.
.....Sharp eye, I suppose.
I must compliment you, madam.
And so, he bowed gracefully, and continued while still bowing,
Then, might I enquire as to why you do keep it as such a length?
Most folks would'a figured it's none o'their business, pardner.
Oh dearie me~ It must be TERRIBLY private. Terribly, terribly private! I do apologize, my lady.
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