James Bo'vine CD app

cause I'm tryin' to get back into in n shiz

Name: James B. Walter Bo`vine

Age: 35/ 82

Gender: Male

Pokemon: Tauros _{After heightening its will to fight by whipping itself with its three tails, it charges at full speed.}

Nature: Hardy

Characteristic: Loves to eat

Ability: Anger Point _{Raises Attack upon taking a critical hit. .} (actually a part of his curse)

Job: Handy Man- Could also be called a custodian. He is responsible for the general maintenance of the circus. From fixing stages, cart wheels, and light fixtures, to minor rips and tears to the circus tent, if you break it he fixes it.... and he doesn't much like you for it.

Faction: Atelier

Personality: James is a simple man. A simple man taken from an action packed life. Somehow this life seems to suit him just fine, even though he finds his job increasingly annoying. He often comes off as a grump at first due to the fact he feels rather unappreciated for all the hard work he puts into the upkeep of the circus. It has crossed his mind that that many of the acts are careless to be breaking stuff so often. Once cracked however a loyal devoted warm... and sometimes lazy individual can be found inside. He really is the definition of a country boy.

History: James was born youngest of three brothers, to a very hefty heifer family. A family entirely composed of Tauros, Milktank, and Bouffalant. Cows ran thick through his veins for generation after generation. All in all they were a simple family, about as simple as bank robbers could be. In fact if there was anything more potent in his blood than his bovine brethren than it was crime. He grew up living by the law that blood was thicker than water, and your kin was all that you could rely on. And so He grew up exactly as his brothers and his parents before him. Started off with small things, snatching apples from carts, pickpocketing and swindling money from gullible rich city folk who came to the country side looking for peace and the simple life.

Though, of course, this was only child's play, just baby work that was getting the boys ready for the life of crime they were destined to join with their parents, aunts and uncles once they became old enough. James Honestly never really liked the thieving business, and how it left blood on the floor, and how it destroyed families. But he was never really given much of a choice. When you're born into a family trade like that, you stay in it, weather you want to or not. So he stayed complacent, learning how to snatch a woman's purse and get away, how to mug a man for his pocketbook, and eventually how to knock over stores and banks.

At the age of 17 he was awarded his first six shooter, and was officially allowed into the family. Killing folks was rare, but sometimes impossible to avoid. It was a hard life after all, and you shouldn't try to be a hero, heroes shine for a moment before gunpowder and lead snuffs them out for good. Lets just say they were called Peacemakers for a reason. James was still a young man when he was caught for the first time, sentenced with organized crime and murder charges, he was sentenced to be lynched at dawn, a tag punched into his ear, his execution number.... He was broken out that night. The only thing you could rely on was family.

It went on for years he grew into a giant of sorts a strong bull man, a grunt to the older family members, and feeling guilty all the while. Life seemed to take pity on the bent man, one fateful night. A failed job, the police were waiting to ambush the Bo'vine family. Everyone escapes money in hand, however they were all scattered. James was sure he was going to get cause, but a saving grace came his way, a train making its way through the night cold quiet night. He barely managed to climb onto the last car as it was picking up speed.. easy. He would just wait there until it stopped in the next town, then he'd go meet up with his family.

He sat alone, alone for the first time in years, just him and his thoughts. Shame weighed on his heart as he looked down to dirty callused hands, holding on to that damn sack as if his life depended on it/ How... shameful.. though his family would be proud as usual. Pulling out a stack of money from his sack... a fair amount of money... he clenched his fist and threw it off the back of the train. Then another fist full, and another.

“That's quite a lot a waste” a dark voice called from behind... “You should have saved some of that money. No one rides this train for free.”

Wish:

“Ah wish I were strong 'nuff ta stand up against my family.”

With the prospect of a new life opened up to his, offered by Mr. Dark, all that was left was for James to stand up to his family, like he wished for. Then maybe he could leave, maybe even start a family of his own some day. Mr. Dark promised protection from his life sentences, so long as he stayed in the circus. Everything would be wonderful. He would be free for the first time in his life and the blood would finally be washed from his hands... or so he thought.

He met up with his brothers The night the train was set to leave its current town. “Where's the money?” they asked, mixed feelings of disappointment and anger flickered in their eyes “What's er matter with you? Yer Supposed to look out for your Kin! Where have you been?” Upon broaching the subject of leaving, his brothers acted just as you would expect, and in the end an all out brawl started between James and his older brothers. The youngest brother filled with a rage that he had never experiences, a new ability that had never been there before. With every feirsome blow from his brothers the stronger and blinder to rage the bull became. In the end, he killed his brothers, Trampling one to death with mighty hooves, and strangling the other till his neck broke. He was always been intimidating... but he had never been an angry man, not like that. When he returned to the circus he did not have the blood cleaned from his hands, it had just been replace by those of his own heard.

Likes: Old fashioned dance, A good long nap, Apple cyder, Giving piggy-back rides, Playing cards, foooooooood... FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Dislikes: Being called in to work, unfriendly competition, Talking bout family, Them shady city types, People Associating him with the sound “Moo” because that's just rude.

Move Set:

Rest _{Nap time y'all.}

Giga Inpact _{Y'wanna wrestle? Okay we'll wrestle. >: (}

Stone Edge _{M'brothers and me used ta skip stones a lot, cross the river.}

Rock Climb _Alioop

Trivia:

- Speaks in a low southern drawl

- Has a soft spot for kids

- He could easily had been a strong man however he has a very acute stage fright that prevented him from even trying.

- He keeps his ear tag as a reminder what's waiting for him if he were to ever leave the circus. Likely either death by the law, or death by generations of angry family.

- Not the sharpest of men, but is reliable and Ernest

- Hell yes he will arm wrestle with you. Though for most that would hardly be fair.

- It doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter your age. If you're female you are “Darlin' ” the only exception is if he's addressing multiple women, because “Darlin's” sounds weird.

- "I ain't the stongest man 'er nope, nope. Ah just know how to fix 'er up."