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Years ago and miles away, Frankie Dalton was a wanted man. A fairly successful and relatively content thief, he made his living robbing others of their own, targeting well-to-do travelers traveling through the area. After a while, though, he realized his gang of like-minded miscreants weren't so like-minded at all; when it became about the thrill of the crime and the glory of the getaway, Frankie got out. He was a criminal because he was good at this; but he didn't aspire to that degree of wealth and danger. So he retired, and being too much of a gentleman to turn his former friends in (and too much of a danger for them to let him alone,) turned tail and fled as far as he could make it.
Frankie ended up, as so many do, in that great, nameless City. Now he's just trying to lay low, with a quiet job in a saloon and not much more than a horse to his name.
Looking for: anything! Former brothers-in-arms, people who might recognize him from his checkered past, other robbers who think he might be an easy mark, regulars or co-workers from the bar, friends, Romans, countrymen, whatever. Feel free to ping here with questions/suggestions/ideas, or we can just wing it, or whatevs.
Frankie ended up, as so many do, in that great, nameless City. Now he's just trying to lay low, with a quiet job in a saloon and not much more than a horse to his name.
Looking for: anything! Former brothers-in-arms, people who might recognize him from his checkered past, other robbers who think he might be an easy mark, regulars or co-workers from the bar, friends, Romans, countrymen, whatever. Feel free to ping here with questions/suggestions/ideas, or we can just wing it, or whatevs.
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