Post by Cameron Blake on Apr 4, 2012 1:29:20 GMT -5
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• DEAD OR ALIVE •
CAMERON BLAKE
BANG, BANG GO THE COFFIN NAILS[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Cameron Samantha Blake
NICKNAME • Cam, Blake, Bosslady
AGE • 26
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
OCCUPATION • Leader of Dama Suerte
CLASS • Rogue
FACE CLAIM • Eliza Dushku
[/style]NICKNAME • Cam, Blake, Bosslady
AGE • 26
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
OCCUPATION • Leader of Dama Suerte
CLASS • Rogue
FACE CLAIM • Eliza Dushku
"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]APPEARANCE •
EYE COLOR • Brown
HEIGHT • 5'10"
WEIGHT • 150lbs
BUILD • Lean, well-muscled, athletic
SCARS? • Several various scars on her hands/arms from gang related events. Two bullet wound scars, both in her back on the right hand-side.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Cam has a look that could kill a man where he stands. She has this way of eyeing someone that makes them want to tell the truth - or melt into the ground and disappear.
[/style]Cameron is five foot, ten inches and every bit of her was made for high speed chase and reckless combat. She carries several scars as proof of her daring, including twin bullet holes in her right shoulder from a friend's betrayal. Cam doesn't bother hiding her scars, and often wears men's clothing shamelessly - completely with cowboy boots. Her face is a cold facade, impossible to read. Her dark, sultry eyes can often see straight through lies and seemingly through a person's soul. Her hair is a burnished mass of heavy waves that falls to mid back, although it is occasionally pulled back or tucked under a cowboy hat.
EYE COLOR • Brown
HEIGHT • 5'10"
WEIGHT • 150lbs
BUILD • Lean, well-muscled, athletic
SCARS? • Several various scars on her hands/arms from gang related events. Two bullet wound scars, both in her back on the right hand-side.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Cam has a look that could kill a man where he stands. She has this way of eyeing someone that makes them want to tell the truth - or melt into the ground and disappear.
"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]PERSONALITY •
LIKES •
DISLIKES •
WEAKNESSES •
STRENGTHS •
FEARS •
[/style]Cameron grew up in a family of all male members, so her personality is very rough around the edges for a woman. She has no shame over her own body and dons men's clothing without a care. She's fiery and bold, leaving no room for submissive personalities around her. Cameron does not tolerate weak willed women in the Dama Suerte. She expects only fearlessness and dominance in her member's personality - to match her own. Her one soft spot is for horses. Cameron does not allow the women in her gang to mistreat the beasts, and frequently she will go above and beyond to protect them. Unlike most of the women of the west, Cameron is arrogant and blunt. She doesn't care whose toes she steps on to get what she wants, how she wants, when she wants. She speaks the truth above all else, regardless of another's feelings. The boss lady fears mutiny, but only because she'd rather keep her bunch of outlaw women she's got now, rather than have to being anew after purging the ranks. Cameron will not hesitate to eliminate anyone who crosses her path or attempts to take her position as head of the Dama Suerte. Living as a reckless and relentless force, Cameron is a woman who few trifle with, for fear of being shot down with nary a second glance from the femme fatale.
LIKES •
Gunfights; During gunfights and duels, Cameron feels invincible and carefree.
Being in Control; Although an adrenaline junkie, Cam doesn't like others to be in charge of her.
Horses; One of Cameron's greatest loves is horseback riding, she feels totally boundless and completely wild when riding.
DISLIKES •
Being Ordered Around Cam hates being thought of as weak enough to be bossed about.
Women Subservient to Men; She thinks that women should think enough of themselves to think for themselves.
Obvious Weakness; Cam believes that obvious weaknesses lead to easy defeat, regardless of a person's willpower.
WEAKNESSES •
Reckless; She rushes headlong into things with very little thought to her own safety or anyone else's.
Arrogant; Cam's pride occasionally gets her into sticky situations where she's out foxed or out gunned.
Blunt; Being brutally honest often leads to loss of possible allies for Cam.
STRENGTHS •
Gunslinger; Cameron grew up in a family of all males, so sharpshooting became second nature to her.
Natural Leader; Cameron's self confidence and intelligence lend to her ability to lead.
FEARS •
Mutiny; One of the gang leader's biggest fears is that her members will rise up and attempt to overthrow her - she'd hate to have to kill them all and start over.
Regret; She's worried life will pass her by and so instead of regretting a missed opportunity, she takes them all.
"And they've given you a reason to fight."
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Henry Blake (father), Thomas Blake (eldest brother), Nathaniel Blake (second eldest), Gregory Blake (third eldest)
PETS • Dante - Appaloosa Stallion
HISTORY •
[/style]PETS • Dante - Appaloosa Stallion
HISTORY •
Cameron was born to a married couple of outlaws. Her mother, Shannon, died during child birth, leaving the female baby to be raised by a fully male family. From a young age, Cam was treated just like "one of the boys" and learned to ride, shoot, and break horses like any other man. She ran in a gang with her father and three brothers until she was nineteen. At the age of nineteen Cameron found she was quite attracted to Joseph White, a rough and rowdy member of her father's gang. They had a "friends with benefits", secret affair, that is until Cam began to show pregnancy. Panicked that Henry Blake, Cam's father and also the gang leader, who take his life, Joseph schemed to murder the pregnant girl. He lured her away and shot her twice, in the back. However, one of Cameron's brother's had caught wind of the scheme and he interfered - barely in time to save his sister. Thomas, the eldest Blake brother, shot Joseph down and left him for dead. Eight and a half months later, Cameron birthed a young boy whom she promptly gave away; still bitter over her dead love's attempt on her life. From then on, Cameron was on her own. She ditched her family and fled the gang, finding a home with the Dama Suerte. There she asserted herself, and took control, becoming the head bitch of the all woman gang.
"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"
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[/style]The sky was vibrantly blue with nary a cloud in sight. Cameron's breath was crackling dry in her throat, but she dared not make a sound yet. If she gave away her position, the whole trap could be blown. There was no way she was letting that yellow bellied coward slither through her grasp again. Juan Gonzalez had crossed her one time too many. His rape of not one, not two, but three of her Damas was chaffing her. Cam couldn't wait to stand over his body, the muzzle of her pistol smoking, and a triumphant grin plastered on her face. There was no way Juan was going to escape today.
Taking a shallow, silent breath, she strained forward a bit to look over the edge of the roof top. Dust was storming up on the horizon and the citizens were already hiding inside their homes. The windows were all boarded up and the doors all latched shut. The townsfolk had guessed what was going down the second Cameron had rode in on her striking appaloosa stallion. He was currently hidden with the other Damas' horses, just outside of town - Cam would never risk the life of a good horse when she could avoid it. As quietly as she could, the gunslinger checked over her weapon again; six shots could do a lot of damage in the right hands.
As the dust devil drew closer, Cameron shaded her eyes with a hand and squinted. Her dark gaze could just make out the charging figures of the band's horses. A final peak over the ledge, her eyes ghosted over her fellow ladies, all laying in wait. As the men's horses drew into range on the main street, Cameron let out a soft breath and readied her pistol. Careful to keep the handgun from glinting in the sunlight, she gave the signal to the woman next to her and it passed won the line. As Juan and his group drew even with them, Cameron shot up from her position, finger on the cold steel trigger.
"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"
[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY ESSY IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING TWENTY YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE "WOULD OM MY NOM?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.
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