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Quentin Cantrell

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About Quentin Cantrell

  • Lost Lake Ranch

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  • Role
    Main Character
  • Playby
    Pernell Roberts
  • Full Name
    Quentin Aloysius Cantrell
  • Goes By
    Quen
  • Profession
    Troubleshooter
  • Position
    Co-Owner
  • Birth Date
    05/07/1839
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    6'
  • Hair Color
    Black
  • Eye Color
    Hazel (green-brown)

Physical Description

qcantrell-250.jpgQuentin is a tall, well-built man in his mid-thirties. Despite a rather laconic manner in movement and speech, he is quite athletic. He has thick black hair that is kept cut short and rarely sports facial hair. His eyes are green-brown hazel that seem to change color depending on his surroundings and moods. Quentin is normally well-dressed and hates to be dirty.

 

 

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Traits & Characteristics

  • Intelligent
  • Suave, Charming, Debonair
  • Ladies' Man
  • Calm, cool-headed, especially in a crisis
  • Strong sense of justice
  • Loyal
  • Doesn't hold a grudge, but will get even.

General Personality

cantrell3.jpgQuentin Aloysius Cantrell was born into the genteel life of the aristocracy of the Southern United States and a way of life that would all-to-soon come to an end.

Being fair and honorable was more than mere words to the Cantrells, and they imparted both traits to their son. Quentin was also taught that there were very few circumstances that merited being crude or impolite. In all his dealings, Cantrell keeps those two virtues in mind.

Cantrell is seen as a suave, debonair man, much like the stereotypical southern riverboat gambler personality. His genteel manners cover a spine of pure steel marked by never backing down from a confrontation. He also developed a reputation as the quintessential ladies' man.

Although gaining his trust and respect is not easy, once given, Quentin is loyal to a fault. Holding a grudge is not his style, but trailing someone for months to get justice for wrongs to him or those that he calls friends is.

Quentin is calm, cool-headed and very intelligent.

Quentin has a deep voice laced with thick South Carolina accent. His southern drawl seems to add to his ability to attract the ladies.

Employment

Employer Name: Thornton Legacy, Lost Lake Ranch

  • Position: Business Manager, Troubleshooter
  • Details: Quentin owns a percentage of the Thornton Legacy business assets and is the manager of the assets belonging to his niece and nephew until they come of age.

Professional Skills

  • Highly intelligent and educated
  • Excellent investigative skills
  • Good at reading people
  • Excellent interrogation skills
  • Excellent observation skills
  • Gunfighting / Marksmanship

Expertise

Self Defense: Quentin is good with his fists, and excels at using any weapon handy in a brawl. All skills learned by losing as many fights as he won when he was younger. He is also an excellent marksman and a very fast draw.

Primary Weapons

Hobbies & Interests

  • Swimming
  • Sailing
  • Art
  • Reading

Aliases / Nicknames

Q, Quen, Quent (used mainly by Shade Thornton)

Residense(s)

Current Residence

Blackbird Lodge
Double L Ranch (Lost Lake Ranch)
Kalispell, Territory of Montana

Former Residence

Carlton Hotel
Executive Suite
San Francisco, California

Place of Birth

Charleston, South Carolina, USA 

Kith & Kin

Children: Quentin does not have any children of his own. He shares guardianship of his orphaned niece and nephew with their paternal uncle, Shade Thornton.

William Cody Thornton: Nephew, Ward

  • Birth Parents: Chance and Regina Thornton
  • DOB: February 11, 1870 (a. 5)
  • Appearance: Cody has his Uncle Shade's raven black hair and deep blue eyes. His hair is thick and wavy, he also has dark brows and long, thick black eyelashes.

Regina Antoinette Thornton: Niece, Ward

  • Birth Parents: Chance and Regina Thornton
  • DOB: February 11, 1870 (a. 5)
  • Appearance: Nettie has Regina's beautiful, golden brown hair and her father's light-blue eyes. Her eyebrows and lashes are slightly darker than her hair, but golden tipped which matches the natural highlights in her hair. Nettie's hair is thick and wavy, and she prefers to wear it cut short. She hates being forced to stay still for someone to comb, brush and braid her hair for her.

Father: Charles Cantrell (deceased)

Mother: Claire Devereaux Cantrell (deceased)

Sister: Regina Beth Thornton

  • Nickname: Reggie
  • Husband: William Chance Thornton (m. 06/05/1862)
  • DOB: 04/05/1845; DOD: 06/02/1875 (a. 30)
  • Maiden Name: Cantrell
  • Regina Cantrell was the daughter of a wealthy Charleston, South Carolina family. The Cantrells and Thorntons were long-term business associates and friends with the Thorntons doing most of their east coast shipping business with the Cantrells. In 1861, with the winds of war stirring, Regina's parents sent her to stay with the Thorntons in Montana, hoping to keep her safe from the pending conflict.
  • She and Chance Thornton fell in love almost at first sight. They were married a year after she came to live with the Thorntons. Reggie also fell in love with the ranch and Montana in equal measure. It was Regina's efforts that took the ranch from a modest paying concern to a one of the best in the country.

Brother-in-Law: William Chance Thornton

  • Nickname: Chance
  • DOB: 01/05/1837; DOD: 06/02/1875 (a. 38)
  • Wife: Regina Beth Thornton (m. 06/05/1862)

Other Family

  • Lilah Beth Thornton (Niece; DOB: 03/01/1867; DOD: 06/02/1875 (a. 8)
  • William Grant Thornton (Nephew; DOB: 05/02/1865; DOD: 06/02/1875 (a. 10)

ADVERSARIES & ALLIES

Friends

Shade Thornton (1875 to Present): Quentin met Shade when he brought him the news of Chance and Regina's death. During their journey to Montana, the two men became friends.

Foes

Steelgraves

Quentin harbors a deep-seated hatred of whoever was responsible for the death of his sister and her family.

Others to be determined in game play.

Life Events

May 7, 1839 (a. 0): Quentin Aloysius Cantrell born to Claire and Charles Cantrell.

April 5, 1845 (a. 6): Regina Beth Cantrell (younger sister) born.

1845 to 1856 (a. 6-17): Attends Charleston's Philips' Academy (private school)

Quentin had a childhood typical of a young man born into the upper echelons of Southern society. He learned the etiquette required of all young gentlemen. Quentin attended one of Charleston's premier private schools for young men where he was a good student but easily bored when studying subjects that he had no interest in.

1856 to 1860 (a. 17-21): West Point (4 years)
September 1860: Regina sent to live with Thorntons.

Upon graduating from high school, Quentin spent a few months kicking around, trying to decide what he wanted to do. He had no interest in the family's shipping business, prompting his father to put a time limit on him for finding something he wanted to do and making his own way. It was almost by accident that he wound up at West Point when a family friend nominated him.

Although the military was not his first choice, Quentin did surprisingly well, excelling at the challenging curriculum. He graduated in the top one-percent in his class.

With the deterioration of relations between the northern and southern states, Quentin's parents decided to send their daughter to live with family friends in Montana, well out of harm's way.

1861 to 1865 (a. 22-26): The Civil War.

Cantrell heard about a unit being formed called Hampton's Legion. He traveled to Charleston to enlist and due to his West Point Education was commissioned as a Lieutenant in the Cavalry that made up part of the Legion. In 1862 the Cavalry was combined with other small units and designated the 2nd South Carolina Cavalry where they served with Hampton for the rest of the war. The Battalion saw action in most of the major actions of the Army of Northern Virginia from Second Manassas through the end of the war. Cantrell showed skill despite his age and ended the war as a Major.

June 5, 1862 (a. 23) Regina marries Chance Thornton (Kalispell, Montana).

May 5, 1865 (a. 26): William Grant Thornton (nephew) born.

1865 (a. 26): Civil War ends, Quentin moves west.

At the end of the Civil War, with his home destroyed and no family left except for Regina, Quentin moves west and settles in San Francisco. California allowed him to be within a respectable distance of Montana for visits home with his sister and her growing family, but still in a city that was a hub of society and culture. Except for modest sums of money ensconced in hidden accounts, the Cantrells had lost everything. One of Quentin's goals was to rebuild the family fortunes.

1866 to 1875 (a. 27-36)
March 1, 1867 (a. 28):
Lilah Beth Thornton (niece) born.
February 11, 1870 (a. 31): William Cody Thornton (nephew) and Antoinette Regina Thornton (niece) born.

Shortly after settling in San Francisco, Quentin met up with an old friend who had pulled out of the South right before hostilities broke out. He offered Cantrell a generous finder's fee to locate his former partner who had absconded with the bulk of his fortune. Quentin discovered a talent for locating people and things. The military had taught him tactics and persistence. He was also quite skilled with firearms, another major business asset in the West.

Over the next several years, Quentin's reputation for getting jobs done grew. He billed himself as a Troubleshooter. Cantrell's work ranged from prisoner escort to bodyguard.

June 2, 1875 (a. 36): Regina, Chance, Grant, and Beth are allegedly massacred by Indians. Only Cody survives.

Quentin receives word that his sister was killed while returning with her family from Missoula, Montana. She, her husband and their two older children were allegedly killed by Indians. Quentin heads for Montana where he learns that Chance and Regina had named Chance's younger brother, Shade, as the children's guardian in their will, as well as the trustee of their estate. However, the family's attorney was moving for custody of young Cody, citing Shade as not suitable, if even still alive. Quentin manages to get a temporary injunction on the proceedings but has a finite amount of time in which to locate Shade Thornton.

Character Notes

Education

  • Graduated West Point Military Academy.
  • Quentin is well read, can write quite eloquently, and is good at math.

Languages

English, French (Both Fluent)

 

Chance and Regina Thornton's Last Will and Testament 
Despite a tradition mandated by their great grandfather, Ishmael Thornton, and perpetuated by Caleb Thornton, Chance chose to leave half of the Thornton ranch to his younger brother. Shade was also named as sole guardian and trustee for Chance's children, the only survivor of which were the five-year-old twins, Cody and Nettie. Quentin was left interests in the Thornton Legacy business assets with a stipulation that controlling interest would devolve to Chance's and Regina's children when they reached legal age.

Judge Mandrell's Ruling
In the best interests of the children, Judge Robert Mandrell set aside some of the dictates of the will. He stipulated that the twins' other uncle, Quentin Cantrell, would share guardianship of them and management of their extensive business interests. The judge also added a requirement that the two men hire a suitable woman to help care for the children stating that he would personally review the arrangements in six months' time.

Animals & Pets
palmetto.jpgName: Paladin
Gender: Gelding
Age: 4 years
Breed: Spanish Mustang / Colonial Quarter Horse
Color: Buckskin
Hands: 16
Disposition: Spirited, calm, well-mannered.

Note: Quentin bought Paladin from the Sherman Ranch for the trip back to Montana in the opening story.

Character Concept

Based on the Paladin character from Have Gun - Will Travel.

Player Notes

Will be updated as needed.

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  1. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin sat on one knee up the hillside, still several dozen yards short of the bear. He had realized he was never going to catch the running avalanche, so he had slid to a stop and knelt. He had snugged the trapdoor to his shoulder and fired, seeing a puff of red erupt from the body. He popped the breech, thumbed in another round, cocked the hammer and fired, not seeing an impact because of the haze of smoke around him. Quentin popped the breech and thumbed another round home. He pulled the hammer back to full cock  as he realized that suddenly things were quiet. His ears rang from the punishing bangs of the rifle as he peered through the smoke. Quentin rested his thumb on the hammer and pulled the trigger, easing the hammer down to rest on the breech.
     
    The white haze cleared slowly and he saw the mass of bear laying still. He could see a few people around it, but he was unsure who at this distance. One of them turned and waved their rifle over their head. Quentin exhaled and waved his empty hand toward them. The smile that started to spread across his face fell off like broken glass as he saw Shade's horse standing far on the other side of the dead bear and their own spare mounts.
     
    "SHADE!" Quentin roared, turning and running back along the trail toward where their column had been when the monster had attacked.
     
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  2. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin swore as he reined Paladin uphill out of the milling mass of horses and people. He had relaxed a bit, drifting back in the column as the pace of the ride had lulled him a bit after so many hours of no activity. The sudden outburst up front had to be that monster attacking the front of their group. He turned Paladin and moved parallel to the trail as he brought the Trapdoor Springfield up, using his boots in the stirrups to bring the horse to a halt. He could feel the horse's nervousness and honestly, he didn't blame him one bit.
     
    Quentin's eyes narrowed as he spotted the fast moving bulk racing back along the trail toward the mobile remuda further back. He swung the rifle as his thumb dragged the hammer to full cock. He led the dark brown bulk as best he could and fired. The Springfield belched a cloud of white smoke and he saw a puff of red mist erupt from the bear's side behind its left foreleg. Quentin knew his uphill position meant the round had not hit anything vital as it penetrated. His hands flipped the trapdoor breech up and the empty round spun out with a metallic ping. Quentin fished out a fresh round and thumbed it in as he kicked his leg over the saddle and dropped to the ground. He began running along the hillside, glimpsing the large rear of the grizzly as it bounded ahead of him.
     
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  3. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin rode at the front. He nodded at Shade and turned to the next one in line. "Shade says we should rest the horses...pass it on." He eased his mount over to the side and looped his reins over a thick tree branch. He then walked toward Shade with his Trapdoor cradled in his arm so the barrel was pointed safe. He had a round in the chamber and the hammer down but ready to fire at a moment's notice. He had replaced his usual hideaway pistol with an Arkansas Toothpick he had had for years. The Trapdoor's bayonet hung beside it for ease of draw. Quentin's Schofield was still on his hip just because he felt naked without it. The Trapdoor pistol sat in a holster slung around his saddle horn.
     
    Quentin walked up to stand behind Shade and to one side. "How long since it came by here?" He said quietly. Quentin knew it was foolish to speak low with a party this size and all these mounts, but his superstitious side still won out. Quentin wasn't one to tempt fate if he could help it.
     
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  4. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin yawned as he reined up outside the bunkhouse. He looped the reins around the post and stepped inside. He looked around and saw Shade and motioned to him.
     
    Shade added more coffee to his cup and walked over to Quentin, "What's up?"
     
    Quentin stood beside a buckboard as Shade walked up. "Several days ago, I took a trip to the fort. I figured we might need any advantage we can get..." He reached and flipped off a tarp and pushed the lid off the long crate under it. He reached in and lifted out a rifle. "The Commanding Officer was kind enough to allow me to buy a case of these Trapdoor rifles. There are four plus he let me buy a case of cartridges." Quentin reached under his coat and pulled a round from his bandolier and held it up. "It's .45-70. Not as powerful as some of the weapons we have for the hunt, but the Trapdoor can fire faster than some of those. It may come down to more rounds into that bear as opposed to one big one."
     
    Shade uttered a low whistle. He leaned down and hefted one of the rifles, giving it an admiring look while he tested it for balance. He was impressed with the feel of the gun and with Quentin's effort in getting them. There was no doubt that they had probably cost a pretty penny, but in the end they were good additions to the ranch's arsenal. Shade had to admit, he wanted to be the fly on the wall when Quentin handed the receipts in to Harriet for payment. He almost grinned.
     
    Quentin reached into the crate and tugged out a length of three sided steel. He held the spike bayonet near the end of the Trapdoor's barrel. "And if it's too close for comfort, you can always use this thing like a spear to protect yourself."
     
    "Having seen that ornery critter, I plan on not getting that close," Shade said although the precaution made sense.
     
    Quentin then made a sound and reached for a small bag beside the crate. "I got these made at the Gunsmith..." Quentin tugged out what looked like an oversized dueling pistol. "This is a Trapdoor conversion of an old style pistol. The system is the same and it uses the same ammunition. You lose some velocity with the shorter barrel, but it kicks harder than our revolvers ever could." Quentin handed the pistol toward Shade. "I want you to take this. You don't have to take the rifle if you want, but take the pistol..." Quentin glanced around then back to Shade. "This bear is something unusual. People might die today before it's dead, and I don't want it to be you or me...okay?"
     
    "I don't want it to be any of us," Shade replied solemnly as he took the pistol. He lowered his voice, "Thanks for going the extra mile for us, Quentin. I will take one of the trapdoors. Need to make sure Addy has one of the Sharps or one of these." He paused and thought for a second, "Since she has the pack string, she might need one of the pistols?"
     
    Quentin nodded. "She's welcome to one if she wants it. Might be easier to manage with the job she has."
  5. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin watched Jonah and Harriet walk into the dining room arm and arm and refrained from rolling his eyes with great effort. He leaned over and dug into the food in front of him, maybe using his silverware a bit more than necessary as he attacked his food. Quentin told himself it was partly from hunger, but he also did not follow that train of thought too closely because he was damned if he could think of any other reason to be angry at what that woman did. He did straighten up and listen when Harriet asked about Ezra. For everything else he might be feeling at the moment, he did appreciate the effort the doctor had put into saving Ezra's life.
     
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  6. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin lost track of the time he spent helping take care of Ezra. It was just like after any of the fights his regiment had been in during the war. Everything after was just a blur of work and sleep and being exhausted until all the men had been cared for. Quentin came back from the kitchen, feet shuffling from his tiredness. He had removed his shirt after working on Ezra, the bloody garment ending up with all the other clothing and bedclothes to be cleaned or burned as the case might be for saving the items. He had a few small spots on his undershirt but comparatively it was very clean. Quentin glanced into the bedroom and saw several people hovering around. Quentin figured another person crowding the room was not needed. He wandered along the hall and turned into the study. He walked over and dropped into what was one of his favorite overstuffed chairs for reading.
     
    "I'll just relax for a few minutes and then I will check around the ranch to make sure everything is..." Quentin's thoughts trailed off as he was asleep within a minute of settling into the chair.
  7. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin leaned against a fence rail and watched as some hands were working on breaking some new horses that had been found on the ranch property. One thing they had decided on very quickly was to try and help any mustangs on the ranch. Ones young and healthy enough to become working horses would be made to do so, and any others would be kept and fed to prevent their grazing on the cattle grass or eating any feed put out for the cattle. He winced as one of the hands went flying as the horse he had been on bucked incredibly well. The man got to his feet, beating his hat on his chaps and raising as much dust as he caused when he hit the ground a minute ago.
     
    Over the laughter of the other hands Quentin caught a faint sound. It was a growing constant sound...a rattling jingle amidst multiple sets of hooves. The sound grew quickly and did not fall off in tempo or intensity. He turned and his face dropped into a frown. Whoever was riding their wagon team that hard was about to get a few words from Quentin. He understood that sometimes horses had to be used, and used hard when the situation demanded it...no cavalryman was immune to reality. However, any other time you treated horses very carefully if you expected them to perform like that when it was needed.
     
    Quentin moved around and leaped up to stand on a rail of the corral to see above some of the other items between himself and the main house. He saw a rider, then a ranch buckboard, speed into view, followed by more riders all galloping as hard as they could. Quentin recognized some of the men who had went out with Ezra earlier. His eyes moved along the riders looking for Ezra, then back from the last rider to the wagon. His eyes narrowed when he did not see Ezra among the mounted men. The wagon and the riders began to draw up in front of the main house. Quentin was already moving in that direction when he registered the demeanor and worry in the way they huddled around the wagon. Suddenly Quentin put together the reason for a wagon being driven like that plus the fact he had not seen Ezra among the riders. Before he realized it he was running full out, other hands trailing behind him as others saw the commotion and began heading for the house.
     
    He came to a halt at the wagon and hands moved to each side. Quentin almost hit the side of the wagon as his arms stopped his run. His gaze moved down into the back of the wagon and he recoiled a bit. "Oh, God..." Quentin spit out at the sight of the blood on the blanket. He looked around at the shock and disbelief on the faces of the hands standing around and their sight helped cut through his own stunned reaction. "Come on! Some of you get in, on each side of the blanket!...we need to get Ezra into the house!..." Quentin watched the men get in and carefully move the blanket cradling Ezra off the buckboard and he ran up in front of them to throw open the front double doors. "HELP! Ezra's Hurt!"
  8. Quentin Cantrell
    Continued from Bear Chase.
     
    The normal forest sounds had returned by the time Shade, Clara and the children were out of the waterfall pool. He still paused to listen, but it seemed that the monster Grizzly had gone in search of less elusive prey. Now, he just had to figure out where they were relative to the main house. It only took a few moments for him to get his bearings.

    "This way," he gestured off to his left. Their headlong race through the forest and away from the bear had brought them out just north of the ranch house. Even with measuring their strides to those of the twins, they should be home within twenty minutes.

    Within five minutes, Shade had them back on the trail that led east toward the house. They had only gone a few yards when he thought he heard something. "Clara!" Shade called to her and stepped in front of her and the twins. Levering a round into the chamber of the rifle, he turned it in the direction of the sounds. He thought they were footfalls but was not willing to take any chances. Keeping himself between Clara, the twins, and whatever or whoever was coming, Shade waited tensely.
     
    From up ahead the trail moved over a rise and vanished from view. Slowly a head rose over the edge of the small hill and started to drop back, then it rose again to reveal Quentin's face behind the barrel of a Sharps carbine. He watched Shade swing the barrel of his rifle away as he walked up into view, placing his hat back on his head as he looked around behind the tired, wet group. "Shade? What the hell happened? I heard shooting..."
     
    So it was Shade's friend, Clara relaxed then but only for a moment before stepping out from behind Shade and addressing the other man, blunt as ever despite being a soaking mess.
     
    "We were accosted by a bear. And kindly be mindful of your language, there are children present,"Clara gestured with a nod toward the twins.
     
    Quentin blinked and looked back at the woman from where he had been watching the surrounding woods. His jaw dropped a bit then it closed almost audibly. "You four were attacked by a bear and you're giving me grief about my language?..." He shifted the Sharps to rest in the crook of his left arm as he looked at Shade. "...No wonder you like her so much. She's a pistol..."
     
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  9. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin broke his gaze from the cowboys and then nodded at the stranger.
     
    "I would be happy to...but be careful. The good deputy can bite, sometimes..." Quentin knelt and slipped an arm under Hannah's closer arm and waited for the stranger to take the other side. "We best get back from the street...I don't care for the fact that those boys haven't kept on going."
     
  10. Quentin Cantrell
    Quentin looked up at the sound. He folded the paper and set it on the table while sliding his chair back and moving through the dining room and out onto the wooden sidewalk. He watched the flurry of screaming cowboys and charging horses race past where he stood. Quentin's eyes widened as he looked past them and saw the boy. He broke into a run but knew he could never pass the horses.
     
    The running form of the deputy came into his view and Quentin slowed. He let out a sigh of relief at the close save. He was still moving but not at the desperate speed he had been. He saw another man arrive a few steps ahead. Quentin came to a stop and looked down at Hannah as the newcomer helped the boy to his feet. "Good job, Hannah..." He extended a hand to help the deputy up, his gaze lifting to look at the milling group of riders at the end of the street.

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