<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chin Wei-Lun<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The rougher’s diamond.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Li-Li<br/><hr/>Soddom – by day, by night – was a dangerous sort of place to be for a woman.  It was a dangerous sort of place to be for a man, too – but the only miners availing themselves of the cheapest doves in Gomorra were those who’d made a strike of some kind – any kind.  Plenty of men had returned without so much a nugget of silver for their troubles, or had just enough to buy a few more day beans.  That didn’t leave much coin for feminine company, and even with her hat and her gun at her hip and her boots and her tough, confident walk, she could still feel eyes following her all through Soddom.<br/><br/>But the rougher’s diamond had a promise of sanctuary, and the road which led to it was sparsely camped compared to the rest of the tent city, and there seemed some kind of unspoken protection so long as she stuck to that road.  The men avoided talking to her, though their eyes certainly lingered.<br/><br/>As she reached the diamond, she saw a swirl of smoke surround a head shaved close to the scalp.  He sat with his back to her, parked on one of the benches around the diamond, watching a few of the miners as they batted at pitches or simply tossed a ball around the ‘field.’  Plenty of miners were built solid, but most tended to be lean – and there was something to the solid build of his shoulders, the bulge of muscle at his arms which suggested this man ate too well to be a miner.  He took another long pull from a rolled cigarette, scratching at the back of his scalp – and Li-Li could see tattoos on the back of his neck, the painful, uneven tattoos made by a prison bamboo needle in the hands of a convict tattoo artist.  The characters of the Chinese were meaningless to Li-Li, but the tattoo itself spoke volumes about the man who sat and quietly watched the baseball practice.<br/>