I would like the play the Lone Drifter if I can but if someone claims this I'll back down. Name:
A slight stubble had grown upon the mans chin from the lack of a quality shave though he still was recently handsome. His face was in seemingly a hardened state of lackluster emotion. Hazel eyes of glass would peer back from underneath the brown hat and when removed he hair short jet black hair that had grown out slightly and greasy from many days without proper care. His teeth however were whiter then most wandering dogs that were in the west. His typical attire was a dust brown jacket with a blue shirt with a black undershirt. He also had a black mask around his neck just in case winds picked up a lot of dust. At the front of his chest sheathed over his heart was a large knife for skinning and for close combat. Twin holsters house two Colts 45s at the left and right hip and finally upon his back was a long Rifle.Personality:
Business like in his attitude and cold and merciless to his enemies he is a paradox of persona as most men are. He will show mercy and compassion but not in the same way most will do. He is willing to stay his hand in many situations but when he is personally threatened or someone he values is threatened he will not hesitate to put a bullet through the problem or worse. Tidus Culpeppers true passions in life are music first and foremost. It is one of the only things he has left in this world though he admits that it has lost its splendor for him due to the horrible events from the civil war. History:
Tidus Culpepper rarely ever talks about his past personally and fewer still ask it of him. He was at one point a musician from the north entertaining folks upon the piano in theaters. Originally his prepared destiny would have taken him across the oceans to practice his gifts with the world as his audience. But unfortunately it was around this time the civil wars begun and Tidus was drafted into it. The endless ringing of gunfire and cannons would be the drums that would accompany horns to sound the attack.
Men would spill their blood freely without restraint over ideals but for a soldier the only rule was survival and a lot of good men died out there. Many he had to watch die as well out there but some of the worst offenses were done to prisoners where some would take part in rather malicious liberties with interrogation. One of which was to have a choir sing to hide the sounds of beatings and torture to get prisoners to talk. It was a disgusting act but not all. He had seen both the good and bad sides of men and by the end had become clad in iron emotionally when it came to killing another or shooting them down.
When he came back home to his family and friends the toll he had paid was high, not just for himself but for his family as well. His father's taxes due to the war had gone amazingly high and much was claimed by the government including the land they had earned. Fortunately father was not around to see it happen, but when it came to Tidus' home and dreams, much had changed. Now Culpepper was without much to his name anymore. His inspirations to play music had gone the way sand runs through in an hourglass and packing up what belongings he had he would head west to try and find himself once more.
What really however hit the nail on the head for him was when he met Calpurnia White. A Gentleman Client thought she had been holding out on her and was trying to get the service he expected from her anyway he could. Hearing the commotion Tidus Culpepper would approach and get involved. The man snapped at him and made ready to make a threat but Tidus was in no move and with a sudden snap of his wrist his gun was in hand pointed at the overtly horny John. The John took Calpurnia White hostage and it was the last mistake he ever made for the woman was not as weak as he thought and stabbed him with his own knife clenched in hand into his heart killing him. It was at this time he realized he could not go back to the way things were. He knew he lost something during the war but of what he couldn't be certain. So like most veterans he went to go and find it.
Along the way Calpurnia White followed and dogged Tidus at every step insisting she come with him. For whatever reason and because she could prove very convincing in not just her body but with words Tidus eventually caved in. Be it for a kindred spirit, fascination or enamored towards her or vice versa the two traveled southwest. She had Tidus teach her how to use a gun but she was a very fast learner and proved quickly she was unlike most women. Unwilling to be a damsel in distress or be at the heel of another. She was the kind to make her own way in the world and remain strong and independent.
The transition from the north to the south was simplistic when one knew enough about killing. Hell the west was filled with many who would not hesitate to kill another. And with every step he took towards it he saw more of the darker side of humanity hardened by this natural instinct to take what they needed or wanted with force. Life meant nothing to a single bullet after all. Eventually he moved as far as his money took him and resorted to taking odd jobs. Much of his efforts went into music as he still felt his roots come through now and then. Besides it was easy to play what folks liked so it was easy. When times were harsher he would occasionally pick up a bounty or other more dangerous job to earn some income.
It was however when chasing a man called "Coyote" Jack Robertson that things turned a touch unexpected for his target was a serial rapist and horse thief that preyed upon prostitutes and farmlands alike with his own posse. Tidus was to claim the bounty on his head however he did not anticipate catching up to Jack during an outburst at the Saloon in White Rock. After a heated argument with the bartender on what it would take to get a "poke" from a lovely girl, Jack took the tavern over with a small posse to grab the girls en mass and perhaps seize the town itself. Tidus unfortunately happened to be playing the piano at the time of the take over.
A gunfight erupted between the sheriff and his deputy on one side, Tidus in the bystanders in the middle and finally "Coyote" Jack Robertson and his posse of lowlifes. During the gunfight as Tidus huddled behind cover he heard several screams as some of "Coyote" Jack Robertson's men began to go into the back to steal some of the ladies whilst also collecting the booze to set fire to the saloon with Molotov Cocktails.
During the commotion Tidus heads up the steps, takes up his forty five and gives chase not wanting them to get away with the women nor did he want his target to slip away. Doing what he could he got out onto the balcony and as they rode off he shot four of the posse down as they made their escape. The wagon that the women had been thrown into was halted but his quarry had escaped along with a good number of the posse had escaped. Photograph