Clyde

Clyde enters the shop, having heard his item was completed. His hat comes off and his southern accent comes out, “I’ll be damned, you creative types sure work fast.” He walks over, handing the man a pouch of materials and gabbing the dagger. His hand pulls the sheathe off of the blade and he examines the engraving with an intent gaze. The sheathe moves over to his belt and he smiles. “I might just have to become a regular.” He smiles towards the shop owner with his country boy charisma taking control. “Well, thank ya fer the tennessee tickler, I’ll be on my way now.” He steps out of the shop a

Clyde has heard about the blazing typhoon from passers by, his interest had piqued and he gave in. “I reckon I should check this shop out.” He walks in, removing his hat so as to not be rude. His spurs clink as he walks in and looks around the building. The general setup is a classy blacksmith shop, a man sits in the back and Clyde’s head tips towards him. “Why, you wouldn’t happen to be the proprietor of this establishment, would ya pardner?” He asks, moving over and filling out a request. After his request is complete he turns towards the owner and smiles, turning and walking out. -6

Username: Clyde Real Name: Arthur McCoy Age: 24 - 26 Height: 6’3” History: Arthur McCoy was born in Austin Texas, son of a farmer. He grew up watching westerns and playing cowboys and Indians in his back yard with his 4 siblings. When he was 12, his sister got hurt in an accident on a tractor, and their father, who was angry with himself for doing so, filed a lawsuit and earned millions in court. They never spent too much however, it went to the kids’ college fund. But Arthur knew he wasn’t ever gonna go to college. Arthur, being the oldest, wanted to take the far