RAYLAN NATHANIEL CHANCE “Steel's gonna be the death of me...”
We know a little about a lot of things FULL NAME: Raylan Nathaniel Chance
Just enough to make us dangerous
NICKNAMES: Chance, Raylan
MEMBER GROUP: Humans
CANON OR ORIGINAL?: Original
No, they were doing our jobHEIGHT: 5 foot 9
Only they don't know they suck at it
WEIGHT: 198 lbs.
BUILD: Medium build
HAIR COLOUR: Brown
EYE COLOUR: Blue
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: None
PLAY-BY: Timothy Olyphant
You fudging touch me againLIKES:
I'll fudging kill ya!
- Being a marshall
- Hunting fugitives
- His job
- Lack of sleep
- Can hold his liquor
- Always does things his way
- Puts the job first
- He'll be fired
- He might shoot the wrong person
You better take care of that car
Or I swear, I'll haunt your ass
MOTHER: Clara Chance
FATHER: Marshall Chance
PARTNER: None (for now)
OVERALL HISTORY: Raylan was born one night in South Carolina. The deep south, his parents weren't hicks or anything of the sort, but they lived fairly nice. Raylan always wanted to become a police-man, usually playing cops and robbers when he was a child. Maybe thats why he grew to be a U.S. Marshall. Of course, there were difficulties, ranks to be waded through.
But Raylan did it, he got his way and he became a very good police Marshall. One night, on a call he found his parents dead, a not saying that he was next. Raylan knew that he wasn't about to let himself be killed off, and he knew that he was obligated by law to catch the person responsible. But at the same time, he wanted to kill the one who had murdered his parents. What was he to do?
Finding the man who had done that to his parents took about six months of grueling work and scrupulous tests and markings. Catching up to the bastard, Raylan went to the calm state and simply wanred the man that he was planning to take him in. That's when shit hit the fan, moreover for the man than Raylan. He drew, and Raylan reciprocated in turn, shooting him dead. Of course, that brought another heap of trouble on his head, so he was relocated. Nowadays Raylan is hunting after a man named Dean Winchester, who apparently faked his death a time or two and escaped the law half a dozen times, as well as plenty of other grisly murderer's, of which there hasn't been much evidence to find anything to anyone.
((Yeah, the history sucks, I know!!!!))
You know, I love the guy NICKNAME: James
But I swear, he writes like freaking Yoda
DESIRED MEMBER TITLE: US Marshall
EXPERIENCE: A lot
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Head Admin is me
PASSWORD: ~Admin Edit~
RP SAMPLE: See Dean Winchester