<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Doomtownposter3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Walter “Do Down” Sinnett<br/><br/><strong>Player Name:</strong>Consortium11<br/><br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>Caucasian (English)<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: </strong>Walter's a physically intimidating man. He's not particularly big... perhaps a touch over six feet tall and while he's muscled it's practical lean muscle rather than the hulking size some others posses. What truly makes him intimidating is his eyes; piercing orbs which promise violence and pain with a twinkle and a laugh, one orb sometimes appearing a sinister red when seen in the right light. He's not a particularly pretty sight, his body covered with scars, his nails chipped and dirty, a ratty, mess of a beard obscuring his face and his own hair cut short (better to keep out the lice) and dirty. If one were to slash the facial hair away you'd probably say Walter has a nice smile... until you noticed the yellow, jagged teeth. No, Walter was not a particularly pleasant sight. And that's without mentioning the scars that criss-crossed his body... especially the vivid, white jagged marks behind his right shoulder or his nose, one that had clearly been broken and badly set a number of times. Or the fact there was a small chunk missing from his left ear lobe.<br/><br/>This overall disreputable look isn't aided by the clothes Walter wears, which are essentially a twisted parody of what a British gentleman would wear. A ragged suit, an equally ragged shirt, ripped waistcoat, a top hat that has clearly seen better days... it's as if whoever the previous owner of these clothes was, he'd been dragged through a bush backwards. All things considered that was probably the best thing that had happened to him. If there was a way to describe Walter's look it would be some form of beggar king. But perhaps most worrying of all, the only items that appeared to be in good repair that he posses are his favourites; a shotgun slung on his back, a massive Bowie knife on his hip, two knuckle dusters and a walking stick/cane made from heavy oak with a head heavy enough to be used as a fully functional club.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>29 (He thinks)<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>Player On & Offs (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=28568.0)<br/><br/>Walter ain't a complex man. He likes shagging and he likes bein' in charge. Don't expect no flowers and tender love makin' from him... he likes to shag and shag hard. He's got some fairly nimble fingers to 'im but rather than any of that fancy-dan stuff he's more likely to give a whore a spankin', maybe a whippin' and then get his business done quick. He's a brute... a dominatin', commandin' brute with a bit of cunnin' but little subtlety. He'll use what's at 'and but don't expect 'im to have planned too far ahead or got anything complex in mind. His pleasure is what matters to him and while he enjoys humiliatin' whores at times what he's really lookin' for is to get his damn rocks off in whatever pretty (or not so pretty) thing he can get his hands on. He's rarely had a woman who wasn't either cryin' or expectin' payment (and the two weren't mutually exclusive).<br/><br/><strong>Citizenship:</strong>Transient (Technically a British citizen)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Doomtown_wanted2.jpg)</div><strong>Public Knowledge:  </strong>Walter Sinnett's a relatively new arrival in Gomorra, having come into town within the last few weeks. He's not exactly open about his past and one look at his scarred face and piercing eyes<em>(Edge: The Stare)</em>is enough to put most people off asking him questions. Some facts are immediately apparent; he's an Englishman and more then that a cockney, his speech peppered with slang and lingo that it's hard to imagine even he understands and he's not exactly what you'd call an “educated” man. And if you've got past the stare and managed to understand the accent and the slang you'd still run into the fact that Walter simply isn't a nice person. In truth he's a rather nasty piece of work<em>(Hindrance: Mean as a Rattler)</em>.<br/><br/>As for his work, well, most don't rightly know. He's supposedly working for the Sweetrock Mining Company<em>(Edge: Faction Rank 1)</em>but the more naïve residents of Gomorra may wonder what a legitimate mining company needs a ruffian like Walter for. The less naïve may understand exactly what Sweetrock and Howard Findley need a ruthless thug like Walter for, especially if they ever happened to have overheard him when he's angry. Put the fear of God into you that would<em>(Edge: The Voice – Threatening)</em>. His days themselves seem to have a simple routine to them; he wakes up at the Sunnyside Hotel where he's staying, has breakfast, spends most of the day doing “jobs” (and woe-betide anyone who asks for details of those jobs), drinks whisky in the evenings and every so often goes to visit a whore. Even those who had seen a fair amount of Walter would likely say he has no friends and by the looks of it as he sits in a corner nursing his own bottle of whisky, no real intention of making any. That's not because he's “mysterious” or anything like that... he's simply not a nice person. And woe betide anyone who gives Walter reason to think they've insulted him; even in his brief time in Gomorra he's already picked up a slight reputation for being one of the nastiest fist-fighters in town. He hasn't found himself in a bar-clearing brawl yet but if you had to pick someone to have your back during one then Walter would likely be high up on your list... if you trusted him enough to turn your back on him at least.<br/><br/>All that said, you could occasionally catch a different side to Walter. Not that he'd suddenly turn into a lovely person or anything but he knows his omens<em>(Hindrance: Superstitious)</em>. He'd hold his hand in front of his mouth when he yawns to stop his soul escaping and he knows that when he sees an owl during day time that someone's died. And he's seen a lot of owls recently...