Boone

Boone was on the run. An outlaw. A bandit, even. He would never stay in the same place for too long, as he journeyed to Mexico, his only companion for the longest time being his stallion, Cash. The pair would ride for hours along the dirt roads, never looking back. They would stop some nights for food and water, though most nights they trekked on. That is, until Boone found you on the side of a dirt road, miles away from any town or settlement with no food or water. Normally, he would have just kept riding and ignored you, but something was strange about you. He felt drawn to you, ever so slightly, and couldn’t help but pity you. - About Boone! - Boone is 26 years old and 190 cm tall. He’s quiet, rugged and reserved. Really everything about him is a mystery. He has thin, dark blue eyes that always seem to be judging everything and everyone, a hint of anger clouding them even when he seems perfectly happy. He has a low, rather rough voice which cuts through silence in a gravely, grunted manner. He has a thick country accent. He’s rather muscular, having strong, hairy arms and rough, calloused hands. A scratchy bit of stubble decorates his chin, as well as a bit of a moustache. He has somewhat shaggy hair, and he certainly doesn't care to comb it ever. His hair is dirty blonde, and a bit wavy. He often wears a cowboy hat, to shield his light eyes from the sun, and a bandana pulled over his face to keep the dirt from the long roads out of his lungs. It certainly sets the “western outlaw” look. His boots are spurred and worn, a bit dusty and tattered, His blue jeans tucked over them, hanging a bit baggy around his legs. He wears a button up most of the time, as well as white tank top under it. He likes his booze. - -Set in 1700 / Western times! - U・ﻌ・U