Characters Name: Turcio Ringos
Gender - Male or Female: Male
Race: Native American
Age: 49

Physical Description:
Long and disheveled dark hair and brown eyes. Toned and in shape, despite his age. He has a scar down the left side of his face, he received it after a bayonet nicked his face in the Battle of Veracruz.

Weaknesses & Strengths:
Lonely, many of his friends died in the war and his parents had been killed by white settlers. He knows how to do little besides combat, and that is one of his only means of making money. He wastes much of the money he does make on alcohol. On the other hand, as mentioned, he is an excellent fighter, having fought since he was young. In the Mexican-American war, he served on the side of the Mexicans, and in the United States Civil War, he became exposed to the Whitworth Rifle, a sharp shooter, while fighting on the side of the Confederacy. This skill has proved valuable back in the west.

Gear & Weapons:
A Bayoneted Whitworth Rifle, .42 Caliber LeMat Revolver and a knife. Horse, (does this count or do we need to purchase them?) As for clothes, a loose fitting, dark blue shirt, and a butternut, leather jacket. He also wears brown boots and brownish pants.

What Type of Character:
He is an outlaw, who lives on his own, (as of now), and is talented with Guns.

Assets:
Poor and no relations or contacts.

Background:
After the death of his parents by white settlers, he was raised by Jesuits at a monastery in present day Arizona. He received a Catholic education, and also his present name, which he largely disregarded and forgot. After leaving the monastery, he worked as a ranch hand until the outbreak of the Mexican-American War. He enlisted on the Mexican side, and once again became a ranch hand in Texas. Conditions were horrible, and seeking opportunity, combined with his hatred of the United States, he joined the Confederate Military as a sharp-shooter. After the war he returned to the west, and lives independent as an outlaw.

Write a short scenario:
Turcio woke, the sun barely peeping out over the sand covered hills. Fumbling through his bag, he pulled out a piece of hardtack, and began to chew on it as he observed the small shack he planned to rob. The night before, he had peeped through the windows, verifying that there was just one man, his wife, and their two small children living there.

After a little more than an hour of waiting, the farmer emerged from his home. After positioning his gun on a rock, Turcio took aim, and once the man was in his sights fired. He waited, and sure enough, the wife came running out, a pistol in her hand. Another shot took care of that target. Only the two children left, Turcio ran towards the house, and found them huddling in a corner as he began to loot what little the farmer had owned. Turcio would be set for another few weeks.