Post by Samuel Colsten on Jun 1, 2012 1:51:05 GMT -5
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Elliot,
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God's Gonna Cut You Down
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"War... War never changes..." The old man scoffed and shook his head, taking a quick sip from his flask before stuffing it back in his inner coat pocket. He sat firmly back against the inside of the confessional booth looking straight to the door. "It's been fifty years since the fire... Fifty years I've spent looking for the truth with nothing to show."
He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before turning to the man of Cloth. "Fifty years and still a failure," the priest muttered behind a chuckle. "There's nothing you're going to learn from me, Cowboy." The priest chuckled again and looked up to the ceiling of the booth, up to the entrapping symbols freshly spray-painted above.
"You're right," mumbled the older gentleman before clearing his throat and pushing himself to his feet. "Forgive me Father for I am about to sin..."
A loud bang echoed through the church like the scream of a forgotten child...
My name is Samuel Colsten, I am nothing but a farmer from Pennsylvania with intent to redeem what I have lost.
He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before turning to the man of Cloth. "Fifty years and still a failure," the priest muttered behind a chuckle. "There's nothing you're going to learn from me, Cowboy." The priest chuckled again and looked up to the ceiling of the booth, up to the entrapping symbols freshly spray-painted above.
"You're right," mumbled the older gentleman before clearing his throat and pushing himself to his feet. "Forgive me Father for I am about to sin..."
A loud bang echoed through the church like the scream of a forgotten child...
My name is Samuel Colsten, I am nothing but a farmer from Pennsylvania with intent to redeem what I have lost.
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Colsten, Samuel
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sweet 57
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Male
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born a, Hunter
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SAMUEL is, 6'5" tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Centralia, Pennsylvania
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Asexual (meaning the lack of sexual attraction to others, not a self reproducing organism)
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Widower
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Wide array, though those kept on him are a 1911A1 Colt .45 handgun, a 10-inch Speed Bowie Knife, a S&W snub nosed .357, and what he believes to be the most powerful. . . A cause.
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Differs depending upon the situation at hand. Though, more so than not, he can be found in a worn pair of dark gray jeans, a thin shirt of matching color beneath either an old brown leather "cowboy" coat (normal waist length) or a duster of the same color and time-worn fashion. To keep his steps firm yet hush his movement he dons a simple black pair of work-boots. To top off the ensemble he wears a Civil War era Hardee hat with no pins or insignia except crossed sabers on the front symbolizing cavalry. Though impossible due to his age he claims to have been part of the Civil War and to those select few he trusts, he tells tales of the battles against brothers.
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Preferred choice of transportation is a horse, Jebb, though at times he's caught behind the wheel of an old beat up matte black 1970 Chevy Nova.
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He still wears his wedding band.
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NEUTRAL
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NEUTRAL
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Alcohol
,Nicotine
,Redemption
,Serenity
,The idea of Paradise.
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Sloth
,Greed
,Tyranny
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Atychiphobia, the fear of failure.
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Disposal of "the man with empty eyes" his brother spoke of prior to the coal mine incident in Centralia.
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Samuel Colsten grew up in the borough of Centralia, a mining town in the middle of Pennsylvania. He was 7-years-old when the coal mine beneath the city caught fire, killing seven miners including his older brother, Robert Colsten. The night prior to the incident Samuel overheard Robert telling his father he kept dreaming of a man with empty eyes and that night, before heading home, he saw the man in the recess of the mine.
The fire beneath the town burned on, releasing deadly gases from the burning coal into the town above. Few people stayed in the town yet the Colstens were one. Samuel had typically a normal life despite the ghost town he was raised, by his mid-twenties he tended a large farm on the outskirts of the borough, selling his produce to those of the township.
He had forgotten his past until 1991 when his late-wife, Cynthia Bathory, woke up in the dead of night in terror, mumbling on about a man with empty eyes. Though he told her it was just a dream and tried to convince himself the same the thought festered in the back of his mind.
Horror became all too real when Samuel had left for the town to deliver his goods to the market and a loud roar shook the air. In the distance Samuel watched as his home and everything within it crumbled into a fiery sink-hole. Reports stated that the mine fire had spread out further making the entire area dangerous to inhabit, yet deep down he knew that was not all.
Since then Samuel read, studied, and breathed the myths and legends of para-normality, the supernatural. Since then Samuel has hunted, looking for the man with empty eyes to replace what was taken from him.
The fire beneath the town burned on, releasing deadly gases from the burning coal into the town above. Few people stayed in the town yet the Colstens were one. Samuel had typically a normal life despite the ghost town he was raised, by his mid-twenties he tended a large farm on the outskirts of the borough, selling his produce to those of the township.
He had forgotten his past until 1991 when his late-wife, Cynthia Bathory, woke up in the dead of night in terror, mumbling on about a man with empty eyes. Though he told her it was just a dream and tried to convince himself the same the thought festered in the back of his mind.
Horror became all too real when Samuel had left for the town to deliver his goods to the market and a loud roar shook the air. In the distance Samuel watched as his home and everything within it crumbled into a fiery sink-hole. Reports stated that the mine fire had spread out further making the entire area dangerous to inhabit, yet deep down he knew that was not all.
Since then Samuel read, studied, and breathed the myths and legends of para-normality, the supernatural. Since then Samuel has hunted, looking for the man with empty eyes to replace what was taken from him.
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