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Name:  Antonio Arcano Estoban
Occupation:  Buffalo hunter, tracker, hobbyist
Age:  33
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Sexual Style: Kink, undefined
Sexual Likes:  wag the dog, likes Native American girls ladyboys, and sissies, also lawmen
Sexual Dislikes:  doesn’t like hired girls, not into hurting edge play

Description:  Gentleman with outback dress style.
Height:  5’ 10”
Weight:  165 lbs, somewhat muscular
Hair:  dark blond with scattered gray
Eyes:  blue gray

Personality:  Cultured, moderately well-read, careful, professional, polite, persuasive but not highly talkative.  Is a bit of a gun enthusiast and likes men in uniform and tribal women.  Thinks he is completely not any different from the upscale white men but at the same time might feel there is somethin' different about him bein' half Latino.

Skills:  Marksman (carbine, long rifle with windage, pistol), an okay fast draw but more focused on accuracy and stayin' on movin' targets, <extremely observant>, tracking and navigation, knife, some survival skills, hiding and stealth, horseback riding (experience with Mustangs and Morgans), Spanish, English, and some Apache and Navajo.  A few words of introduction in Comanche.  Plays a harmonica and flute (amateur), gun care

Appearance:  Visibly a mix, a half-breed iffin you prefer to say, of north and south of the border.  But talks almost 50-50 like a Southern Virginia gentleman and a western saddle rider when speakin' English; only sounds south when talkin' Spanish.  Look like a gentleman who has been traveling in the wild, upscale outback clothing, Sombrero or Derby hat, poncho, handguns are not displayed like a gunslinger, sometimes has a long rifle case in hand and a short rifle scabbard slung over (if returning from a hunt).  Usually accompanied by a half Apache-lookin assistant when comin back from a hunt.

Horse:  a well-tempered Morgan, to the trained eye will appear to be well-trained, such as stopping on a dime

In the tradition of an American male in the west, the story is mostly about himself and his view of things.  Life experience, as William James called it, stretched out on a saddle moseyin through the wilderness

Antonio was a deeply American-like male in the sense of not really caring about Aristocracy and feeling that European family relations were far away.  The Mexican people of his mother's side also had long sense moved away from their Spanish roots, and what little connection there was to the Incan empire was felt only through a mystical sense of memory of what the spiritual elders knew; there was no identifiable social connection.  Antonio's father moved out west after the dispersal of the Union officers that took place after the end of the Civil War.  He worked briefly at the El Paso fort overseeing Indian and Mexican affairs before going into early retirement.  Antonio's mother carried herself like an Incan queen, but again for no observable social reason.  Antonio was more aware of his father's culture growing up, but his mother often hinted about what the spiritualists of her side of the family knew.  He grew up eating Colt and Winchester for breakfast, and riding Broncos and Mustangs which had been brought to the Americas by the ancestors of his mother.

People were buying buffalo like crazy.  And he could bring down a buffalo a day and still have time to learn the harmonica and talk to the sheriff and the girls at the saloon and order up a new gun from New York or Denver.  It was Europeans, but he didn't know much about the end consumer.  What occupied his mind more than questions about long distribution chains was his feeling of being a mixture of so many things.  His father seemed to halfheartedly agree with the teachers of the Christian religion that being with a man was a sin.  But he didn't really know the end of this account.  Sin, and then what?  Also flirting with Apache mysticism was not yet accepted despite the fact that it was a few notches easier to be socially accepted with an Apache girlfriend in El Paso than it was just a bit further east.