Sir Nathaniel Charlemagne "Champ" Champagne III

Nathaniel Charlemagne was once the son of a wealthy railroad tycoon. That all changed out on the open frontier however, when one day the roving colony was slaughtered by bandits. Young Nathan, whose mother had hidden him in an empty wine barrel, was the sole survivor. A traveling group of vagrant performers later found him while searching the ruins as they passed by, and seeing that the boy had nowhere left to go, they took him in and raised him into a fine young man. He took a spot in the sideshow as the strongman of the group, and formed a close friendship with Allistair D'Puce', the circuses magical man. It was he who gave Nathan the nickname Champagne on account of his fancy ways and the fact that they had met in a wine barrel. Champ was the only one privy to Allistair's secret as well; that he was indeed magical, and not just a showman, but a bona-fide supernatural practitioner of wizardry and witchcraft. Years later, Champs adopted family began to settle down here and there as they traveled. It was only a scant two years later with the death of the ringleader that the circus finally disbanded, with each individual saying their goodbyes and farewells to the other. Allistair offered to take champ with him to England on some secret business, which Champ eagerly agreed to. The two of them spent some three or four years over seas attending to various quests and undertakings, even becoming knights errant. They eventually made their way back to the wild west of America, and back to the frontier. All good things must come to an end however, and there is no better place for a good thing to die than this vile land of his birth. It was only weeks after their arrival that Allistair developed a sickness that settled in his lungs, and Champ knew his adventuring days were over. With a tight hug and a blessing, Allistair sent Champ away from the sawbones office where he had escorted him. "Don't look back son. There's a whole world out there for you to see yet." The younger left the embrace of the older with a tear in his eye, tipped his hat to the doctor, and pushed open the hanging wing doors leading out into the street. He waited until the doctor came out and reached a bloody hand towards his shoulder, head shaking. Numbly, he stepped off of the doctors porch and strolled over to his horse. He would fulfill Allistairs dying wish to see it all. It was the last favor he could do for the dead man, and the only thing that mattered.