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Name: Ulysses Beauregard Calhoun

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Partner: ???

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 210 lbs

Place of Birth: Florence, South Carolina, USA

Inventory: ???

Vehicle: 1978 Chevy Cheyenne

Personality: Friendly // Big-hearted // A bit 'slow' to pick up things // Careful // Devoted

Bio/ History: Born in the South, this young man had a 'good ol' boy' raising by a folk artist and a Baptist preacher. All things seemed to be easy going and 'normal' until Ulysses tweleth birthday, shortly after which he lost his mother to a long battle with cancer. As a result from this tragedy, the young boy's father seemed to have a change in personality- going from a happy man speaking the word of God to a very strict dictator of the faith. Forgiveness became harder to earn- especially following Ulysses' confession to his father about being gay. Sent off from home and family, he thrust abruptly into the hunter world by his father's means as a 'chance of redemption' for the 'sin'. Upset, the young man complied and learned the tricks of the trade- and the hardships that followed.

Likes: Hamburgers // Millkshakes // American Spirit Mellows // His Truck // Yuengling and Merle Haggard (when he's upset)

Dislikes: Reading // Not being able to hold a job // Being asked about his race // Being bullied // Hard candy

Extra: Mostly lives out of a camper, has two jobs, 1 as a mechanic when he can get the work, 2 as a stripper at various strip clubs

Current Earnings: ???

Rp Snippet:
Rain never smelled the same in Texas like it did back home.

He sighed as his boots trudged through the mud that accumulated along the sides of the tar covered highway, remembering the spring showers back in Florence. The dull scent of pine, wisteria and jasmine all gathered up into something that resembled a perfumed wet dog. The thought made him laugh- the first real good feeling of the day. After a bad morning involving a botched hunt and an afternoon spent in a busted truck, he was ready to put up his cap and call it a day. But lazy men attract trouble- or at least, that's what he was telling himself then. Dressed in an old rain poncho and staring off into the flat, open distance, he prayed for a gas station to turn up soon.

Description

Name: Ulysses Beauregard Calhoun

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Partner: ???

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 210 lbs

Place of Birth: Florence, South Carolina, USA

Inventory: ???

Vehicle: 1978 Chevy Cheyenne

Personality: Friendly // Big-hearted // A bit 'slow' to pick up things // Careful // Devoted

Bio/ History: Born in the South, this young man had a 'good ol' boy' raising by a folk artist and a Baptist preacher. All things seemed to be easy going and 'normal' until Ulysses tweleth birthday, shortly after which he lost his mother to a long battle with cancer. As a result from this tragedy, the young boy's father seemed to have a change in personality- going from a happy man speaking the word of God to a very strict dictator of the faith. Forgiveness became harder to earn- especially following Ulysses' confession to his father about being gay. Sent off from home and family, he thrust abruptly into the hunter world by his father's means as a 'chance of redemption' for the 'sin'. Upset, the young man complied and learned the tricks of the trade- and the hardships that followed.

Likes: Hamburgers // Millkshakes // American Spirit Mellows // His Truck // Yuengling and Merle Haggard (when he's upset)

Dislikes: Reading // Not being able to hold a job // Being asked about his race // Being bullied // Hard candy

Extra: Mostly lives out of a camper, has two jobs, 1 as a mechanic when he can get the work, 2 as a stripper at various strip clubs

Current Earnings: ???

Rp Snippet:
Rain never smelled the same in Texas like it did back home.

He sighed as his boots trudged through the mud that accumulated along the sides of the tar covered highway, remembering the spring showers back in Florence. The dull scent of pine, wisteria and jasmine all gathered up into something that resembled a perfumed wet dog. The thought made him laugh- the first real good feeling of the day. After a bad morning involving a botched hunt and an afternoon spent in a busted truck, he was ready to put up his cap and call it a day. But lazy men attract trouble- or at least, that's what he was telling himself then. Dressed in an old rain poncho and staring off into the flat, open distance, he prayed for a gas station to turn up soon.