Eagle Sharpe

Eagle Sharpe

Biological
Born: 7 WR
Birthplace: Unknown location in Republic of West
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Height: 6`3"
Distinguishing Marks: Widow's peak in hair

Personal
Occupation: Outlaw
Religion: "The only faith I got is in the stopping power of a .44-caliber slug."
Nicknames: 'The best crackshot this side of Walkerton'
Hobbies: Gun care
Inspirations: Horace Sharpe (the late Mayor of Dry Gulch)

History
The outlaw known as Eagle Sharpe had a nigh-legendary status in the Republic of West, even when he was still alive. His origins are still shrouded in mystery, and will likely remain as such. All that is known is that he was not born with the name Eagle Sharpe, adopting it sometime around the age of twelve, during his childhood wandering the deserts. It is unknown what happened to the boy's parents, only that he roamed the deserts alone, following behind a tribe of desert nomads, living off what they left behind. He learned to speak the nomads' language, even if he refrained from interacting with them. The nomads called him 'Pestering Rat.'

At some point during the year 19 or 20 WR, the boy made his way into a small town called Dry Gulch, in the company of a couple which had escaped following a botched shooting-duel. The husband of the couple had also callously shot down a nomad shaman prior to arriving, but Dry Gulch's mayor, Horace Sharpe, took them in, and even grew attached to the boy. Unfortunately, the nomads came to bring their wrath upon the man who had slain their shaman and upon those who sheltered him. The boy, seeking to plead for mercy, was dismissed by the nomads, who called him 'Pestering Rat' and said only "eagles talk and act. Are you one such of these?" He was left as the only survivor of the massacre. In the aftermath, the boy took Mayor Sharpe's Desert Wyvern and his black bandana, and dubbed himself 'Eagle Sharpe.'

In the years that followed, Eagle Sharpe amassed a reputation as a crackshot (soon dubbed the 'best crackshot this side of Walkerton') and established himself as one of the most notorious outlaws in the republic. He was responsible for multiple counts of grand larceny, murder, and other assorted charges. Sharpe formed a gang, the Black Heart Gang, known for the black bandanas they wore to hide their faces. It wasn't long before Sharpe attracted attention from the Marshals, who began to try and capture the evasive outlaw. Chief among these was Marshal Travis Tooms, styled the "One-Eyed Jack," who became Sharpe's key nemesis during the latter stages of Sharpe's outlaw career. Following a sting outside Brownington, the Black Heart Gang was broken up, but Sharpe managed to escape north, and aligned himself with an unscrupulous and ambitious lawyer named Lucius Blackmoor.

Blackmoor's end goals were to amass land (through purchase or other means) and eventually to secede from West. The plan was admittedly not well-thought-out. Sharpe became Blackmoor's enforcer, and became the champion of Blackmoor's Dead Eye Society, a collective of gunslingers to serve as his own personal army. Sharpe and the Society bullied and strong-armed and sometimes outright stole the deeds to lands between Walkerton and the northwestern border. One such deed that he stole belonged to the Freed family, and in the resulting shoot-out, all but one of the Freed clan, the youngest son Eric, lay dead.

Eight years later, in the town of Dirty Pool, that deed would spell Sharpe's demise. A biker known as Fasthand came looking for Sharpe and Blackmoor, in revenge for the deaths of his family. Tooms, who was also in town, likewise sought to lock horns with the outlaw. Blackmoor, seeking to expand the Society, hosted a quick-draw tournament, in the hopes that both Fasthand and Tooms would be killed. Tooms did meet his demise at Sharpe's hands, but in the finals of the tournament, Fasthand and Sharpe did finally meet face-to-face. Fasthand proved his quick-draw skills and his aim were better than Sharpe's, killing the outlaw before going on to exact his revenge on Blackmoor and take back the deed to his family's land.

Since his death, Sharpe has become even more of a legendary figure, and there are even some small-time outlaws seeking to replicate his deeds and his success.