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Description
Name: Kentucky Jay
Alias: Ken or Tuck
Gender: Cis Female
Age: 25 l April 4th 1856 l Ares
Height: 5’2”, 119lbs

Location: Horse Ranch just outside of Drywater, in Saguaro Springs
Occupation: Rancher and occasional cowgirl for rent
Alignment: True Neutral

Skills:
-A wicked dead eye with her rifle
-An experienced rider
-Street Smart
Gear:
-Her Trusty Henry Lever Rifle her paw gave her
-A pocket watch with a picture of her maw in it
-Rope
-A well worn, trashy dime novel
Mount: A fine Appaloosa mare she bought off of a Native breeder when it was just a foal. The old girl is spotted brown on her backside and hind legs, but strangely just a solid white on the rest of her body. She was originally meant for breeding and she did produce two of her own foals, but Tuck bonded with her as a riding horse. Her name is Wyoming.

Personality:
Smart as a whip and Quick to learn
Kind hearted and Honorable
Hard Working
Apathetic
Quit to shoot
Bad with People
History:
Kentucky spent her whole life in New Wesson, and despite her humble growing up on the ranch, her daddy had come from dark beginnings. He was an outlaw, and not a cheap pistol man you read in dime novels, but a real bank robber and sheriff dodger. His name was Colorado and he had a wife named Louisa Belle, and when she became heavy with child, Colorado decided no self respecting father would be an outlaw.

So he bailed his gang and bought up a good piece of honest land with dishonest money, and welcomed his little girl to the world. Without a mama, unfortunately, as Louisa died giving birth to her.

You can take the man out of the gang, but you can’t make the man less paranoid about his old gang finding him. He was a tough paw, and raised Kentucky hard, so she could grow up as tough as the the rock in the Old Coyote desert. By the time he passed, dangling on a hangman’s noose after the law caught up to him, she was stony enough not to shed a single damn tear.

Not only that, she could deadeye a bandit miles down the canyon, she could tame a wild buck almost as good as any native. She could contort a glare so cross and burning that bandits might think even the desert heat is cooler. Her daddy had raised an outlaw without the law breaking!

These days she tends to her horses, and now that her daddy’s long gone, maybe she can even make some friends. If she doesn’t scare ‘em away first.
Other:

Total Hardass
She doesn’t talk much, preferring action over words
Despite her excellent rifle skills, she’s useless with a pistol
Knows how to play the piano

Description
Name: Kentucky Jay
Alias: Ken or Tuck
Gender: Cis Female
Age: 25 l April 4th 1856 l Ares
Height: 5’2”, 119lbs

Location: Horse Ranch just outside of Drywater, in Saguaro Springs
Occupation: Rancher and occasional cowgirl for rent
Alignment: True Neutral

Skills:
-A wicked dead eye with her rifle
-An experienced rider
-Street Smart
Gear:
-Her Trusty Henry Lever Rifle her paw gave her
-A pocket watch with a picture of her maw in it
-Rope
-A well worn, trashy dime novel
Mount: A fine Appaloosa mare she bought off of a Native breeder when it was just a foal. The old girl is spotted brown on her backside and hind legs, but strangely just a solid white on the rest of her body. She was originally meant for breeding and she did produce two of her own foals, but Tuck bonded with her as a riding horse. Her name is Wyoming.

Personality:
Smart as a whip and Quick to learn
Kind hearted and Honorable
Hard Working
Apathetic
Quit to shoot
Bad with People
History:
Kentucky spent her whole life in New Wesson, and despite her humble growing up on the ranch, her daddy had come from dark beginnings. He was an outlaw, and not a cheap pistol man you read in dime novels, but a real bank robber and sheriff dodger. His name was Colorado and he had a wife named Louisa Belle, and when she became heavy with child, Colorado decided no self respecting father would be an outlaw.

So he bailed his gang and bought up a good piece of honest land with dishonest money, and welcomed his little girl to the world. Without a mama, unfortunately, as Louisa died giving birth to her.

You can take the man out of the gang, but you can’t make the man less paranoid about his old gang finding him. He was a tough paw, and raised Kentucky hard, so she could grow up as tough as the the rock in the Old Coyote desert. By the time he passed, dangling on a hangman’s noose after the law caught up to him, she was stony enough not to shed a single damn tear.

Not only that, she could deadeye a bandit miles down the canyon, she could tame a wild buck almost as good as any native. She could contort a glare so cross and burning that bandits might think even the desert heat is cooler. Her daddy had raised an outlaw without the law breaking!

These days she tends to her horses, and now that her daddy’s long gone, maybe she can even make some friends. If she doesn’t scare ‘em away first.
Other:

Total Hardass
She doesn’t talk much, preferring action over words
Despite her excellent rifle skills, she’s useless with a pistol
Knows how to play the piano