[i]Valentine took one look at the cowboy, and knew that it would be a bad idea to pick a fight with him. He grinned back, yet the grin looked painful; it tore up his dry, parched lips, forcing more blood to come out. From a closer look, Valentine was seriously skinny; The tears in his shirt revealed a famished, bony frame, and the skin of his face hugged his skull tightly; so much so that bones that normally aren't visible could be seen beneath his lack of flesh. His cheekbones were naturally sharp, accentuated by his boniness, and his appearance was that he was of Asian descent; part Chinese, part Indian, and some Caucasian mixed in.[/i] "Name's Valentine," [i]He replied to the cowboy, counting the bills in the wallet.[/i] "And I didn't just get back from that situation;" [i]A glint shown in his dark brown eyes as he set the wallet down on the table.[/i] "That guy's gonna be real mad when he can't find his wallet." [i]Valentine laughed, borderline hysterically, and it became clear; he wasn't exactly... normal. Mentally.[/i]