Caleb Quinn

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Born in the dust-ridden Badlands of the American Midwest, Caleb Quinn was son to struggling Irish immigrants. On the edge of the frontier, sickness, famine, and death were common sights, and pioneers contended for whatever scraps they could claim while tycoons feasted. Caleb's father, once an engineer, had few options to ply his trade as businesses posted a common sign: No Irish Need Apply. His antiquated tools laid untouched for years until Caleb uncovered them. Noticing his son's interest in the trade, he gifted him his old wrench. The devices Caleb made under his father's guidance had quaint applications, but when his father was away, they took a grim turn. He hid plans for a mask that would gouge barbed needles into a human's eyes and rip them from their sockets, complete with sketches of it fitted on boys who bullied him. With age, Caleb's engineering abilities became marketable and employers put their discrimination aside. Henry Bayshore, the owner of United West Rail, hired him. Caleb first invented a gun that shot railroad spikes into the ground. Next, he made a steam-powered tunnelling drill. But as Bayshore feigned indifference, the devices began turning up at other companies, the patents stolen from Caleb and sold. Rage overwhelming him, he burst into Bayshore's office and smashed his face into a bloody stew. As he was pulled away, he pushed his specialised gun to his boss' gut and squeezed the trigger. A railroad spike ploughed through skin and viscera, nailing Bayshore to his desk. The only thing that saved Caleb from hanging was Bayshore's unlikely survival. For fifteen years, Caleb was confined to Hellshire Penitentiary, the nation's first private prison.

Caleb Quinn

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A cowboy, bounty hunter and mechanical inventor from early 1800s Texas. The son of two Irish immigrants, Caleb never had it easy. Now he's 55 years old and very successful. He is the leader and founder of a vigilante bounty hunting gang, known as the Hellshire Gang. He is well-read, skillful with guns, talented in mechanics, and an inventor in his own right. His main weapon of choice is The Redeemer, a ribbed spear gun he designed himself, that hooks into people's chests then drags them towards the user on a chain, allowing them to be pistol whipped by the user and subdued or tied up. He is a smoker of cigarettes and cigars alike, and he loves to drink. His drink of choice is honey whiskey. He loves to hang out at his favourite divebar, the Dead Dawg Saloon. He has a male chestnut and white horse called Orin. He loves animals. He tries his best to be fair, but he believes in bloodshed and revenge, as well as taking the law into his own hands. His right leg is injured with a knee brace.