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General
Name: Charles Renmont
Age/DOB: 34/October 13th, 1885
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single

Species
Species: Psychic
Type: Clairvoyant
Tier: First Tier
Powers: Charles has no control over his ability at all; nor does the man even realize that he is a psychic. As far as powers go the gunslinger merely seems to possess considerable good luck. Having an innate knack/gut feeling that allows him to seemingly stay a step ahead of folks when it comes to cards, shooting, and games of chance. His latent talent has kept Renmont alive more times then he can count, since he has the briefest flashes of the very near future and reacts to things without realizing what caused him to react to begin with. For all his 'luck' though Renmont suffers nearly constant migraines that range from merely annoying to downright crippling. Though the migraines all but vanish for a few moments whenever he gets one of his 'gut feelings', only to return with even worse intensity a bit later. Thankfully laudanum and alcohol help with the pain, and with letting him sleep when the migraines are at their worst.

Zion
Job: Entertainer, Wild West show.
Job Details: Charles is a trick shooter and marksman in a Wild West performance; shooting at various targets, even while blindfolded and/or on horseback.
Month/year joined Zion: June/1917

Details
Personality: A gambler, scoundrel, and gunslinger too. Such titles have been tossed his way yet never once did Charles seem to mind. The man is a dreamer, holding onto the last shreds of an era long since passed. Having grown up on penny novels about the West, and even having been told tall tales about his grandfather's exploits out in the barren wilderness too. Despite the nearly constant pain/or constant high he's riding, Renmont is usually quite the social butterfly. He favors company, loves to brag, and has the devil's own luck...or so people tend to believe. He's not a cautious man by any means. Having survived encounters on numerous occasions that should have ended up with the performer buried in a shallow grave. Still despite his lack of concern over his own well being, he has been known to worry over those few individuals he calls friend. Even sticking his own neck out for them without giving it a second thought. Leap without looking seems to be the modern cowboy's motto, especially when he is drinking his special blend of rye whiskey and laudanum the he always keeps on hand.

PB: Val Kilmer
Appearance: Charles possesses quite the dapper mustache, is always well dressed, and has become the 'modern' equivalent of a cowboy despite the era of the Wild West being over. Due to the constant migraines, and drug/alcohol use, he is often pale and sweating a bit too.

History: The son of unremarkable parents, Charles was born in Saint Louis Missouri; his father was a gambler with a penchant for losing big and his mother was a dancing girl who had died giving birth to him. Mostly on his own for as long as he could remember, Charles Renmont grew up in poker joints, bars, and brothels. Always being dragged along to his 'new homes' whenever his old man was evicted from the last place they had been staying. Despite growing up in relative poverty though Renmont learned to scrape by and fend for himself. Sometimes by stealing, other times by running errands, and even playing cards when he got a bit older. When he was around six Charles heard a tale from his father, about his grandfather being some mildly infamous (and long since dead) gunfighter, who had died being gunned down years ago. The tale had been meant as a warning for Charles to avoid taking risks, yet the lad saw it as a way to be more then his father ever could be.

The fact that the Wild West era was all but gone certainly put a damper on things, yet it didn't deter the boy from saving up enough coin to get himself a matching pair of old pistols when he was thirteen. Chance and luck had always seemed to favor the kid; though mostly it was his latent power that really saved his skin. Still when an old Wild West Show passed through the city Charles snuck out to watch the performance. It was there that he witnessed a man called “Buckskin Joe” Holt doing the trick shot bit, and from that moment Charles was hooked. After stealing a bit of cash from his father, the then fourteen year old ran away from home to join the travel Wild West Show.

Thanks to his ability folks thought the kid was a natural with the guns, being able to seemingly hit nearly impossible shots even while blindfolded. After a bit of pleading Buckskin Joe begrudgingly took the teen under his wing as an apprentice. For the next six years Renmont made a name for himself with the traveling troupe, first as a skilled shot and then later as a bit of a daredevil too. Performing stunts like standing atop the saddle of a horse at a gallop, reigns in his teeth, as he shot at targets with both pistols drawn. When the Wild West Show finally folded up for good the gunslinger headed out on his own; making a decent living as a gambler for a spell, until at last coming across the Carnival. Ever since then Charles Renmont has been with the wayward group, seemingly content to wander aimlessly from one town to the next. Mostly a shy bit away from being sober, but still always keen to hear the applause of an audience that's there to see his act.

At a Glance

Renmont can usually be found either playing cards, or chatting up a lovely lady when he's feeling better.
Charles suffers terrible migraines.
He is always finely dressed, and never goes anywhere without his prized pistols.
Charles is often pale and sweating a bit, a side effect of his condition/self medication.