<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6anzg7ITX1qdjxsro1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Graham Neiler.<br/><br/><strong>Player Name:</strong>Winterborn.<br/><br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>White/Scots-Irish.<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: </strong>Tall and wide across the shoulders, Graham has the kind of physique that puts people in mind of wrestlers and working men. His broad farmboy looks are hardened by grey eyes as harsh as a Panhandle winter, and his hands and arms show scars too long and deep to be the result of simple labor. His hair is brown with just the slightest hint of red when the sun hits it right, and it looks like he just hacks it off himself rather than pay a barber. His face is a couple days from a clean shave as well, but despite that he has the rough cleanliness of a man who cares how he smells more than how he appears.<br/><br/>His clothes have seen more than a couple miles of bad road, but even so his gear is in pretty good shape. It’s standard Western fare, denim trousers and a linen shirt with a duster to shed the dirt, chaps to protect his legs, and a broad-brimmed slouch hat to keep off the sun. His tall leather cavalry boots are aged, but still have a little longer in ‘em, and his spurs go jingle-jangle with the best of them.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>Early twenties.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight.<br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>Negotiable. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=9782)<br/><br/><strong>Citizenship:</strong>Newly arrived Gomorran, staying at the flophouse currently.<br/><br/><strong>Public Knowledge:</strong>Graham Neiler is a new face in town, having just arrived from Back East; Texas to be exact, as anyone can tell from his drawlin' baritone. He's got a little Dinero on 'im, but I don't think anyone's gonna try him for it; he may be a young fella, but you look into his eyes, match his Stare, and you know he's gotten old inside. That's besides the fact that he carries that big scattergun and a cavalryman's sixgun everywhere he goes. Seems like the kind of man who will talk to anyone, doesn't matter what language they're speakin'; reckon he's got a Gift for Gabbin'.