Name: Umber
Species: Steef
Age: 20
Gender:male
Apereance: four legged and a light dusty brown.short shaggy hair with no horns and small ears.stringy compared to the usual steef and four legged like most.he wares over alls and a dusty white button up farmer shirt.some times wares a small cow boy hat.
Personality: he is intelligent and has no tolerance for violence and has been known to go beastly on those who are, he is calm and qiute , full of wisdom.
Equipment: he rarely uses wepons but has been known to use his blunderbuss rifle, he will also punch,stomp,kick, and headbutt any who get close enough.
History: he was a cowardly steef meant to guard the grubbs but ran away.he took a hobbie for growing crops and became an opple farmer for the town.h lives in a rickety farm at the outer feilds of spittoonstone.he has been chased by outlaws for his head and large bounty that comes with it....
awsome idea guys great work !
IC
Umber woke up with a haggard look on his face.he threw off his covers with a sigh and buttoned on his shirt and grabbed a pitch fork.he clobbered his hooves on the floor boards to the front door.
outside he picked a opple and munched on it as he leaned on his pitch fork.he looked out into the sunset "another days of hard work." he said grimly
he looked back to the canyons he took when he first got here. hoping no outlaws would come and ruin his life a second time.
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The red pill or the blue pill ?
hmmmm...How about the chill pill ?
ignorance is bliss....and bliss is your blight.
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