BLACK, Erik

[Erik Black]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

ERIK BLACK

“If I should fall, if I should pass. It’s worth one last stand before the gates of hell.”

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AGE • 27
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Sheriff
CLASS • Middle
FACE CLAIM • Joe Manganiello

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Ruggedly handsome Erik can not normally be bothered to shave leaving him with a more untamed look. Something that gets him quite a longing glances from the unattached women in his town. His dark black hair is longer over his forehead and barely brushes his collar. He has a strong square jaw and quite a few women, in the secrecy of their own minds, have imagined running their fingers across. His body is chiseled from years of hard work and harsh living that tapers down into a narrow waste. His broad shoulders that do nothing but compliment his tall build.

EYE COLOR • Dark Brown
HEIGHT • 6’5’’
WEIGHT • 240
BUILD • Lean and muscled
SCARS? • Belt scars across his back
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC •

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Most of the time Erik can come off as taciturn and quiet. He keeps his counsel to himself unless asked because of years of living in Laredo; where you didn’t speak unless you have five men at your back and two pistols at your side. When he speaks he’s listened to as Erik is levelheaded, patient, and compassionate individual. Although he balances those good qualities out with an innate suspiciousness, fast thinking, and a realistic view of right and wrong. He spent many years training in Laredo to become a law officer and gained a tough exterior that protects him from most people that are only looking to use him. With everyday people he is normally warm and lends a willing ear; he doesn’t mind wasting a little time getting to know people as long as there was nothing pressing on his desk. Underneath the slightly aloof shell he’s a secret softy as fluffy and cuddly as a marsh mellow, if you catch him in the right mood. With those that have crossed him he is merciless and believes in the law system. But he has a realistic view of the world and a good understanding of the grey area of life that sometimes one can’t help but tread in.

LIKES •

quiet days; Few and far between when they come he enjoys lazing around in his own company or heading out to the bar.

cooking; Bachelor by himself has to learn a few tricks if he’s going to survive in the world.

justice;There are very few feelings that match putting a real criminal behind bars and helping those in his community.

DISLIKES •

abusive people; Having been abused as a child himself he can’t stands them now that he’s grown and goes out of his way to stop them.

sabotaging yourself; When someone reaches out their hand to help pick you up but they continually slap it back and end up suffering for that decision.

impatient people; There’s time in the world left to do things, no real need to go about them in a hurry running over others in your way.

WEAKNESSES •

santana;No matter what others think about her profession she knows the reality of the world and does the best she can.

people in trouble; A sucker for a sob story about every lost dog delivered by soggy eyed children.

pushes himself; Sometimes too far in his pursuit for justice for others.

STRENGTHS •

compassion; Buried under the tuff jaded exterior is a compassionate heart that keeps him at his work.

deadeye; Those unfortunate enough to actually make him draw his guns find out quickly he’s not bluffing, as he disarms them.

FEARS •

failing; When others’ lives rest in his hands the thought of failure is terrifying.

those he cares for dying; When his oath was to protect and serve he meant it, especially to protect those he feels are the most important to him.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

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PETS • Ned, Eva, Waco
HISTORY •

A troubled teen Erik Black was told from the cradle that he would never amount to anything. His mother, Ruby a prostitute at the Dusty Blossom, blamed her son for everything that went wrong in her life. As far as Ruby was concerned everything started going downhill the minute she discovered she was pregnant. Despite her best efforts, “No one wants to tumble with a woman with a kid hangin’ on her skirts all the time” and so she’d learned to send the child elsewhere. He learned to fend for himself from an early stage in his life and how to take a couple of hits from those that were eagerly awaiting his mother’s attentions. After a particularly brutal scene with his mother he spent most of his time Santana, who nursed him back on his feet. She was another prostitute that had her eye on a higher prize and took Erik under her wing in the process. Despite Santana’s best effort to guide him to a better life he still ended up on the wrong end of the law. Words like ‘trouble maker’ and ‘never amount to anything’ followed him throughout his youth. Multiple acts of rebellion later wound up spending the night in jail. The sheriff who’d brought him in, spent time talking to him; the entire night in fact. He was a kind man that saw through his tough act to the desperate boy beneath it. With the consent of Ruby he took Erik into his own home and taught him the ways of the law. Until he eventually got tired of the hopelessness in Laredo and left for Amarillo.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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The office was relatively silent at the moment. The quiet of morning just ending but the bustle of the afternoon hadn’t started yet. Erik sat, slightly slouched in his chair, cleaning his gun. He pulled the bullets out one by one and began taking the machinery apart. Oiling and polishing the interior pieces Erik let his thoughts wander. The dirt bag they’d dragged in drunk from the streets yesterday was sleeping it off in one of the cells in the back. They probably wouldn’t change him for much, it was a first offense seeing as the man had wandered in from God knew where the other morning. Erik’s mood suddenly changed causing him to sit up straighter as he put the gun back together with the ease of experience. In a matter of seconds he was done and tossed a discerning glance to the snoring man. ‘Well he wasn’t going anywhere. And when we let him out if I see him again I’ll make sure his stay is a little less pleasant.’ Erik quietly smiled to himself and sauntered out the doors.

The baking heat of the day beat down on him causing the black haired man to tip his hat further down on his head. He looked around at the quiet street before him; everything was just the way he liked it. Every day people going about their business in a way that didn’t require him to intercede. An old tune came to mind as he stood calmly observing everything before him. It was probably one of those gibbering songs about love that Santana was always humming whenever she thought no one was paying attention. He grinned cheekily as he began whistling the tune under his breath as he started off in a slow amble to make his rounds.

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"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 STARRI IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING 20 YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE " Would you om my nom?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.

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