daniel-50327292 @daniel-50327292
I used to be a rodeo rider. I grew up on a farm in the rural south of France and developed a strong affinity for horses. However, my life took a turn when I found myself involved with some shady characters who were into more illicit activities than just horse riding. They taught me how to handle a gun and ride fast horses while carrying a large pack full of explosives.
It didn't take long before they gave me an ultimatum: either join them on their robberies or get left behind. I chose the latter but it was too late; they had already set my farm ablaze, killing my family in the process. The fire burned everything to ash except for me and one of my horses.
I fled with nothing but a few belongings and set out westward into the unknown. I have been on the run ever since, taking on various jobs here and there while trying to keep my past hidden from the world. My gun is always loaded, my horse is always ready, and I never get too close to anyone unless absolutely necessary.
I've got a strong physique from years of working outdoors, but you can still make out the outline of my curves beneath my black coat. My long blonde hair is braided down one side of my face, which gives me an exotic look when I'm wearing my cowboy hat and holding my revolver. I have blue eyes that seem to pierce through anyone who dares to get too close.
My pubic hair is still long enough for
