Name: Kit Sawyer
Nickname(s): Saw / Kit
“What’re you lookin’ at?”
Age: 26
Birthdate: February 16th, 1872
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He doesn't really do romance
Rank: Member
Desired Rank: He’s happy where he is
Appearance: Despite the fact that Kit is in fact 26, he is a fan of constantly reminding others that no, he is not a kid, he certainly looks far younger than he is. This is likely due to his inability to grow any facial hair, much to his grievance. He also tends to act like a child, so there’s that. Regardless, Kit has honey-blond hair, which despite it’s short length often cuts into the field of vision of his steely, blue-gray eyes. The tips of his hair, the ones that are exposed underneath his cowboy hat anyways, are slightly lighter in color due to bleaching from the sun. He’s got a nicely shapes diamond face, and while he likes to consider himself attractive, most would consider him to be attractive in the soft, city-slicker way.
Another reason Kit often is mistaken for being younger than he rightfully is would be his stature. He’s not scrawny or tiny by any means, but he does inquire some laughs every now and then when people ask what his profession is. Saw is about 5’8” on a good day- though he’s prone to tell most that he’s actually 5’10” and they are just standing on a decline- and his build could be considered lean but muscular. There is a constant look of mild amusement on the young man’s face, and his lips are more often than not quirked up in a grin to reveal his decently white teeth.
Due to being out in the sun the majority of his life, his skin is a nice shade of tan, and lucky for him he hardly ever burns. Because of that fact, he often has his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, which again aren’t really anything to preen about. Attire wise, he almost always wears dark or black clothing, which is rather counter-intuitive given the fact that he at times is intolerable of heat*. That doesn’t change the fact that he thinks he looks best in dark clothing, so that’s never likely to change. Even though he could give a shit about his appearance, he always seems to be somewhat put together. His black button up is relatively clean for Western standards, unless he’s freshly coming back from a job. His dark jeans are worn but sturdy as ever. He enjoys cool temperatures, so unless it’s snowing he forgoes a jacket.
His boots, a new purchase he’s so far been pleased with, are leather ebony black square-toed cowboy boots, adorned with a ridiculous pair of California style gold spurs that he spent far too much money on. He had to have something to match the gold belt buckle after all. More often than not Kit wears thin, black calfskin gloves with the tips of the index and middle finger cut out to allow easier access to the trigger of his weapons. Not because he thinks it makes him look cool or anything. ‘Course not. The only pops of color you are allowed to see on Saw is the cream pinch front cowboy hat he wears, though it’s got a black band around it. He does wear a worn blue bandana around his neck; or, when the dust is particularly bad, around his face. The blue happens to match the saddle pad he’s got on his gelding, but that genuinely was by accident.
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Accessories: Kit dons a dark brown bandolier slung around his chest, which serves the obvious purpose of holding extra ammunition. He’s got a lasso hitched to the saddle of Blue, which is an essential piece of equipment when chasing down fugitives through the desert. He’s got a pistol holder strapped around his waist, though it really only comes in handy in dire situations. As far as weapons go, Saw’s a simplistic man. He’s got a decent rifle with quite the scope on it, and while the weapon still carries a pleasant shine it’s definitely seen better days. The young man has a pistol, naturally, but he rarely every employs its use. Due to that, the gun is highly polished, in all of its blue iron metal works and pearl handle glory. Kit keeps a Bowie knife on him at all times, but realistically it rarely sees use unless he uses it too skin, typically animals.
Personality: The chief characteristic one would say Kit possesses is the absolute air of calmness about the man. It is nearly impossible to see him in a state other than relaxation, as the young man is not one to anger quickly. In fact, it would be a cold day in hell to see him get anything more than flustered. Things tend to roll off his shoulder as he has a knack for not caring about the goings on around him, for better or worse. He is happy to entertain anyone, and makes friends quite easily. There isn’t anyone he particularly dislikes, as he tends to enjoy everyones company in its own way. For all that’s worth, while it’s increasingly difficult to annoy or upset Kit, the opposite isn’t exactly true. Saw tends to be mildly intruding and annoying at times, which can earn him retaliation from his fellow gang-members, but again the confrontation never bothered him. He doesn’t actively try to be annoying, it just tends to happen. He thinks extremely highly of himself- slightly ironic as he is not a criminal himself, but that’s a conversation for another day.
Strengths:
◦ Kit has what one would refer to as eagle-eyes, pair that with his steady hands and he’s a valuable shot
◦ He’s quick on his feet
◦ Overall a very open and welcoming guy- though he tends to step on nerves and boundaries at point
◦ Cash cow
Weaknesses:
◦ He’s not exceptionally strong and would likely be bested by most in hand-to-hand combat, so he relies on stealth; Kit’s got enough strength to throw a hogtied bounty over his horse, and he’ll never back down from a brawl, but he’ll likely walk away with numerous bruises, or not walk away at all
◦ Remarkably egotistical and cocky
◦ Has an inability to take things seriously
◦ His brain and mouth often fail to communicate, resulting in him saying truly dumb remarks that usually require the assistance of other gang-member to bail him out of a bad situation
Likes:
◦ Cigars
◦ Night
◦ Cold Weather
◦ Being with the ‘family’
Dislikes:
◦ Bright lights
◦ Quiet / Lack of sound
◦ Hatred for raccoons- don’t ask why
◦ Moonshine / Alcohol
Mother: Matilda Sawyer - Deceased
Father: William Sawyer - Deceased
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Spouse/Significant Other: Funny
Offspring: Kit absolutely loathes children
Backstory: Typical sob story- Kit lost both his parents at the ripe age of 8 to unfortunate circumstances when a particularly nasty brawl broke out between his father and some backwater gang members. Both his mother and father were fatally wounded so the boy was left to his own devices. Evidently he figured things out well enough, and he came across the gang when he was about 18. Previously, he had been a glorified errand boy for local sheriffs but grew tired of constantly obeying the imposed laws of society. Under the gang he felt a sense of belonging, despite his law of criminal past. In fact he’s never been a criminal, so the lack of a bounty on his head makes him a notable asset as he is free to wander and do odd-jobs to generate income for the gang. His current occupation is bounty-hunter, amusingly enough. Kit is actually fairly good at hunting down others like a bloodhound, and while duty often calls him away from camp for weeks to months at a time, he always returns with a decent hunk of cash and intel he’s gathered from his travels- by civilian and policemen alike.
Other: * Kit has what we now know to be Anhidrosis, albeit a very mild case so he doesn’t sweat near as much as one should, especially in the West. Due to this, he spends a lot of time up North while on bounties, but he always returns to wherever home is designated due to his fondness of the gang.
As Kit is returning from a few months of absence, doing his thing and what not, it is likely that newcomers do not know him but naturally seasoned gang members do.
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Horse: Blue
Age: 8
Color: Bay Roan Appaloosa
Gender: Gelding
Height: 15.3 Hands
Personality: Simply put, Blue is the equine equivalent of a 7-year old. He’s quite stubborn, will pin his ears or swish his tail at anything, and has a nasty habit of nipping those who stray too close. The horse, however, can run for days, and is the epitome of what one would request in a true cowboy horse. He’s as bomb-proof as they come and never strays aware from the fire-fight, or so much as spooks at anything in his path. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say the gelding merely tolerates Kit, but he will accept the occasional treat every now and then from other gang-members. There is no denying that the man and the horse share a bond, though. Herd wise, Blue is fairly low on the totem pole. He’s got a strong herd mentality so he enjoys being with the other horses, whether they appreciate his presence or not.
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Permission to use photo of RR Lonesome Heartman by Priest Creek Farms
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