(http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g460/thewoodsarestill/Elliquiy/cowboys_and_aliens_olivia_wilde.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cameron “Glasgow” Maccrae<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Customer turned Trainee<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Saguaro Saloon<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Playful and a shameless flirt. Cameron can make a joke out of just about anything and everything and it takes a very dire situation to get her to take anything seriously. She treats life as a lark and encourages those around her to do the same. Much of this is to mask the fact that when she's angry she can be downright frightening, even though to all appearances she seems to continue to be perfectly polite and disarming.<br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong>Cameron grew up on an estate, and she's convinced that her father always wanted a boy, that's why he taught her things that weren't precisely “proper” for a lady. She knows how to shoot a rifle well enough, but watch her try and fire a pistol, it's hilarious. She knows how to fence but hasn't touched a sabre or rapier in ages, though she'd know how to handle one if she got her hands on it. Her favorite weapon, however, is an old straight-razor she keeps in a small pouch on her belt.<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Slender, bordering on skinny. Her breasts aren't overwhelmingly huge but they aren't small either and she has a firm, rounded backside that she's particularly proud of. She has the words “Spero Meliora” tattooed on the nape of her neck, just below where her collar would fall. On her face, there is a thin white scar that trails from the corner of her mouth along her right cheek which earned Cameron her nickname. When out she normally wears men's clothing, a chambray shirt with beaten denim trousers and leather chaps. She wears what appears to be an off-white Duster but is actually an old Safari coat along with a black rabbit hair felt Trilby hat.<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Cameron was born to an English mother and a Scotch father on an estate just outside of London. She was raised in the upper class, well educated and treated as an aristocrat. However, like most of the old guard at that time, most of her status came from blood and not actual wealth. Unfortunately, it was her father that lead to the great tragedy of her life. Something of a gambler, he got in quite deep with a nasty set of folks from the city. After making every excuse he could to stop from paying them, they finally came up to the estate themselves. They took the money, killed her father and her mother, and had their way with Cameron before burning down the estate and leaving her for dead. That was their mistake. She tracked them down over the next five years, killing every single one of them, then left the Isles for good. Feeling rudderless, without purpose, she traveled to America, found a horse, and just rode, searching for the next turn her life would take.<br/><strong>Courtesan Limits:</strong>Female customers only, please. Other than that, limits are extreme pain, snuff, bathroom stuff, that sort of thing.