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[The Silent Z]

As always with me I’m fine with any extra info or fancier templates you might want to use. Just putting up the general basics here.

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Born: (RP starts off in 1881)

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Brief History: (Length optional, but least provide a fair description of their past and perhaps how they came to be part of the group)

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Name: Pierre Andre Devereaux

Nickname(s): Doc, Andrew, Frenchy

Age: 29

Born: 12/05/1852

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Height: 6ft

Weight: 75kg

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: Blue

Appearance/Style: (Pic option)

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Horse:

Horses Name: Mirabelle

Main Weapon: Carbine Repeater

Secondary Weapon: Double Action Revolver

Outfits:

Extra Info: Has doctor's bag, various syringes with both knockout and lethal chemicals.

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Brief History: WIP

 

[The Silent Z]

Name:
Johnathan Russell Morgan

Nickname(s):
“Big Bad John”, Johnny, J.R

Age:
37

Born:
Camden, Arkansas, October, 1, 1844

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Height:
6’4

Weight:
200+ Lbs (220 roughly)

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Hazel

Appearance/Style:

Spoiler: Warmer months

Spoiler: Colder Months

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Horse:
Palomino (F)

Horses Name:
Quinn

Main Weapon:
Colt Navy Revolver

Secondary Weapon:
Sharps Rifle with scope

Extra Info:
Occupation:
Gunslinger- (Currently)
Gambler-(Currently)
Union Sgt-(Formerly)

Living Relatives:
Unknown

Personal Possessions:
Gold Pocket Watch Engraved
Journal with cerruti pen

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Brief History:
Born in Camden Arkansas on the first moon of October to Elizabeth “Elle” Morgan née McPherson & Billy Russell Morgan. A school teacher and shopkeep respectively. Jonathan was raised Baptist down in Arkansas while always being taught to use his words and morals over resorting to violence and learning the ways of a gun. Preaching about god, education and running the shop some day if he hadn’t been to a more successful career after school. Yes, Jonathan once led a very different life with a fairly common upbringing for the times. Over the passing years outgrowing his youth and becoming a young man in his teens, Johnny developed a on crush a girl, the daughter of a housekeep for one of the richer families in town and their estate. Now in these days and back then even more so perhaps, such relationships weren’t looked upon too highly at all, in truth it wasn’t something folks did. A white boy courting a similar age black girl was almost unheard of, in fact, it pretty much was never done during this era. But Johnny didn’t care, much to his standard he hasn’t cared a single bit about what others thought of his admiring of the young woman. The pair snuck around from time to time when they could get away with it, wrote one another and spoke when they could find a way.


Now, for all his mother’s teachings and fathers trade skills, Johnny never did find himself a silver tongue charmer or much in the way of words in his opinion. But the crush did inspire the boy to try even ventured into poorly done poetry in hopes of keeping the spark of interest alive. However as the years went on into the near future, a civil war was ongoing and the lad found himself joining the cause taking up arms with the union as soon as he was old enough. Much to chagrin and dismay of his parents who didn’t wish such a life for the boy.

The years of service elevating the young man to Sargent as he fought one terrible battle after another with the only thing keeping him hopeful was the letters from home. Letters from his crush and those from his parents as they kept one another updated with news, gossip and seeing how all were doing. John could never much stand the gossip himself, but his mother did sure enjoy sharing it it was figured by his own mind that maybe it was a way of keeping herself distracted from the worry and war itself. The day it all ended was the one of the happier times of his life, it was for John and by extension he knew it would be for everyone especially his folks. If only he had known….

A long ride home to Camden only led John to learn of all the changes since he last stopped by his hometown. War changed a lot of things, time changed Camden and everything the man knew. His folks got caught up in the war, battles too close to home forced them out, boarding up the shop, selling the house and land taking chances going north…. But outlaws cut that journey short. Jonathan discovered their graves just outside of town in the cemetery, racked with grief and burning up inside with anger he thought to leave and ride out after those who killed and robbed his folks… Then he recalled a woman he grown and had admitted a love for sometime back, but she too was a victim and now lay dead, buried somewhere as he was told. Camden, just wasn’t home anymore.

Hardened and grieve stricken with loss, still a bit tormented by war and believing he only knew one thing that would bring him fortune to survive his remaining days. Johnathan set out for a life his parents would have been entirely against, the days of putting his gun away like he once promised were over, a life as a gun for hire was now.

It started off a bit rough, he was rather closed off from feeling and just let a cold, honor based code guide him as he dealt with a inner war over god and his worth to him or any, wondering if god was real in any form or just a story told. Questioning everything he was ever taught while earning his keep and building a reputation as a gunslinger. A tall, sturdy frame and strong build with a menacing look about him only added to his reputation and what to look out for if ever coming across such a man. The beginning of “Big Bad John” a mild legend of sorts around some parts that would lead to the commonly mistaken, distorted and exaggerated truths of the man.


It would also lead to many annoying, repetitive comments when folks met and recognized or learned of John and who he was, often regarding his size and not quite as large as they heard. It took years of building a reputation as a gunslinger though, not something done overnight. Often times he was called Big Bad John nothing more, sometimes he’d get called another name akin to his given at birth name. But long story short, he was Johnathan Russell Morgan, gunslinger and gambler roaming the west atop his beloved horse, Quinn and writing his memoirs almost daily even if to him they were simply recounting his days in a personal journal and not a future grab for money with some published book.

A strong, kinda quiet fella with a hardened exterior and tormented soul from days past who often speaks in few words and simple to understand expressions those who’ve gotten to know him beyond his exterior would know his expressions can go deeper then one might think. A language of its own if you will, the language of big bad John. You see, he wouldn’t admit it, doesn’t claim it, but he’s deeper then he lets on and knows enough about words to phrase ‘em nicely even if he doesn’t look it. Maybe even deep down, he’s hoping to perhaps not be so closed off and be a bit more like he once was and not quite so much like the man he became.


(Group/companion encounters and since tbd)

 

[noxrequiem]

Name: Asher Rose McCready
Nickname(s): Ash, Mick
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Born: August 6th, 1854

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Height: 5’8
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color: Straw blonde, bleached lighter by the sun
Eye Color: Brown

Appearance/Style: Asher has a slim, lanky build that makes her seem weaker than she is. Has tanned skin from a life spent outside, and a spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Warm brown eyes. Her light blonde hair is very thick and wavy, and would probably be curly if she ever let it get longer than chin length. Her signature hat is dark brown, almost black, leather. Often wears a thick pair of gloves that match her hat. Dresses very masculine, always wearing pants, and baggy shirts and loose bulky jackets that often cause her to be mistaken as a man from a distance.

(will try to find reference pics or maybe whip out some sketches of her sometime later)

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Horse: Black thoroughbred gelding
Horse’s Name: Arson


Main Weapon: Sharps rifle
Secondary Weapon: Pair of Schofield revolvers

Skills:
Sharpshooting: A pretty crack shot. Capable of making accurate marks from far distances, and likes to show off with trick shots
Riding/horsemanship: Probably her best skill. Has yet to find anyone who can outrace her and Arson
Brawling: Can generally handle herself in a fight
Embroidery: Probably her only true “feminine” skill. Enjoys embroidering on her down time
Reading and writing: Capable of reading and writing pretty well. Keeps a private journal. Also enjoys reading when she can get her hands on some books (romances are her secret guilty pleasure, and she’s embarrassed by this fact)

Personality: Asher can be quite bold and brash, with a bit of a loud mouth that she uses to provoke all the wrong people. Thankfully, she has the skills to back up her words. She has a penchant for getting into trouble and sticking her nose in places it doesn’t belong, but she has a heart of gold and means well. Despite her tendency to get caught up in trouble, she isn’t stupid (despite what she believes) and can be rather insightful. Rather she tends to get into messes because she’s unable to stand by and do nothing when she sees injustice happening. Unsurprisingly far from ladylike. Has a major soft spot for her horse.

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History:
Asher McCready was basically born into the outlaw life. Up until the age of 6, she was raised at home by her mother but frequently visited by her father, Daniel McCready, a notorious outlaw. When her mother died of illness, she was sent away to live with her aunt, but on more than just a few occasions she would run away looking for her father. Between the realization that she wasn’t going to quit looking for him and his own fondness for his kid, Daniel made the questionable decision to raise her himself while continuing life as an outlaw and conman.

While he quit running with a gang, Daniel and his partner Amos Baran committed various crimes, raising Asher all the while. The first skill Asher mastered was riding, so she could get away from trouble quickly and safely. As she got a bit older, though, she was taught to use a gun for self-defense. But by the age of 11, she began getting involved in some of their cons. Despite all this, Daniel and Amos were good fathers to Asher and raised her well, and the three of them lived a happy (if extremely unconventional) life together.

This all abruptly came to an end when Asher was 14. Her father was captured by the law, and there was nothing she and Amos could do to save him in time. She cried as she watched him hang, and Amos, devastated, made the decision that they were done with the outlaw life as he didn’t want to risk losing the girl he saw as his own daughter either. With that, the two of them retired and ended up running a small horse ranch and stable. They managed to settle down and live peaceful and happy lives together until Amos passed away from tuberculosis shortly after Asher turned 20.

For a short time she tried to run the ranch herself, but everything just got to be too much for her. Once again struck by grief and at a loss of what to do, Asher ended up drifting from place to place, taking jobs here and there mostly involving bounty hunting, but gradually falling back into the outlaw life all the same. [INCOMPLETE- will continue after we come up with how they all met]

 

[Vexumin]

Name: Marguerite La Fey

Nickname(s): Maggie the Witch

Age: 31 years old

Born: September 29th

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Height: 5'10"

Weight: 141 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Pale Blue

Appearance/Style:

Spoiler: Rider Garments

Spoiler: Social Garments

Spoiler: Camp/Research Garments

Spoiler: Crime Mask

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Horse Breed:

Spoiler: Shire

Horses Name: Maurice

Main Weapons: Twin Blackened Steel Colt Cavalry Single Action Revolvers

Secondary Weapon: Bow and arrow

Skills:
Herbalist
Scientist
Hunter & Tracker
Tincture Brewer

Extra Info:
Widow
Accused and Self-proclaimed Witch (As a joke)
Explosives maker
Poison mixer

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Brief History:

Born to an herbalist in a swamp town in the wetlands of Louisiana, Marguerite was raised to appreciate the bountiful uses of nature and the scientific benefits behind them as well. Her father always had an appreciation for her mothers wise and intelligent aspects, including her ability to read and write. When Marguerite was old enough, her mother took her under her under her wing and began teaching her to become a herbalist as well. Marguerite learned quickly, even making personal discoveries the older she got.

During her teenage years Marguerite became enthralled by the uses of potent and potentially lethal herbs. This was a path that her mother did not entirely frown upon. Sometimes, to know the healing strengths of nature, you've got to come close to the parts of nature that kill quickest. It became her primary subject of research for some time. It all changed when a traveling scientist and his student arrived in her town to research local flora. The student went by the name of Damien La Fey, and Marguerite was infatuated with him and his studies.

Together they learned about the sciences and everything they can do with their studies. Marguerite quickly came to appreciate chemicals and their uses, an easy subject to her thanks to her experience with herbology. She and Damien continued to learn and eventually something more than an academic partnership grew between them. When they both grew older, becoming proper adults, they wed each other, choosing to remain together with love between them until death do they part. Marguerite devoted herself almost entirely to her studies while Damien used his knowledge to make a living for himself and Marguerite, fueling her love for research and study all the while.

Though she got quite far into her research, the people of Marguerite's town slowly became less trusting of her and her work. It was the usual situation of ignorance and the fear of what is not understood. It even went so far that someone accused her of witchcraft. Such accusations are not taken lightly in towns such as hers, and it drove people to madness. What was a life of happiness and looking forward to the next day became a nightmare, fearing what came next. Her family and her beloved were taken from her for conspiring with a witch. Marguerite was driven from her town and hunted. Her once neighbors became her hunters.

She did not cope with loss with sadness, she coped with it through anger and unleashing herself upon the world as more than a scientist. Her father, once a bounty hunter, left to Marguerite his two twin pistols, each colored as black as sin. She indulged herself in using her skills for less than heroic purposes, creating explosives, acids, poisons and various other dangerous substances to take from the world until she thought she was repaid for what was taken from her. It was years of living as an outlaw, joining various gangs to achieve her goals, earning herself a significantly high bounty and a name for herself. Marguerite La Fey became known as Maggie the Witch. A name that she has come to hate and a name that she is only ever called by when someone is being cheeky.

In the end, she never found the satisfaction she sought for her loss and she left the last gang she promised herself to. Though her bounty still hangs over her head, she tends to keep to herself... (tbc after discussing character encounters!)

 

[Jackson123]

Name: Sakai Jinzaemon (坂井 甚左衛門)

Nickname(s): “Samurai”, “Jin”

Age: 51

Born: April 1, Bunsei 13 (1830)

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Height: 5’8

Weight: 165 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown/Black

Appearance/Style: (Pic option)

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Horse: Shire, Female

Horses Name: Izumi

Main Weapon: Katana sword

Secondary Weapon: Colt SAA (Cattleman Revolver)

Extra Info:

-Born in a small samurai clan in Satsuma han.

-Kenjutsu master, especially in iaijutsu.

-Very good at operating matchlock rifles since tanegashima guns were still used by samurai for hunting and target practices, a skill that is rather irrelevant to contemporary US.

-Still a decent shooter.

-"This is the greatest hand gun ever made: The Colt Single Action Army. Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves."

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Brief History:
Sakai Jinzaemon was born on the first day of April, 1830 in the jokamachi of Kagoshima in the Domain of Satsuma, located in Satsuma Province (present day Kagoshima Prefecture) on Kyushu. The Sakai family held the rank of Hanshi (藩士), a middle rank in the samurai hierarchy, the Sakai ancestors acquired their status when they served under Shimazu Toyohisa in late 1500s, since then the Sakai family had served Shimazu Daimyo for the past 10 generations.

At the age of 10, Jin was enrolled to the school of Tekijuku(適塾) in Osaka, the school famous for Dutch studies (Rangaku). The foreign language curriculum focused primarily on medicine, but also taught astronomy and other western sciences. However, Jin failed to do well in school, after he was reported to be bullied, Jin’s older sister enrolled him instead to Kenjitsu classes of the Jigen-ryu(示現流) when he was 13. By the time he reached adulthood, Jinzaemon was by all account a master swordsman, in his 20s he studied Zen in the Kagoshima Fukushoji Temple, where he became close friends with Saigo Takamori, and it was Saigo who introduced him to his future wife Izumi.

In 1853, when Sakai was studying Zen in Fukushoji, the Perry Expedition began the Bakumatsu period. Commodore Matthew C. Perry of the United States arrived in Japan with a fleet of ships to forcibly end the centuries-old sakoku policy of national isolationism. In March 1854, Perry pressured the Tokugawa to sign the Convention of Kanagawa, officially ending the sakoku policy but widely perceived in Japan as an "unequal treaty" and a sign of weakness.

Many considered this evidence the Tokugawa Shogunate could no longer fulfil the Emperor's will, and therefore no longer fit to rule for him. Sakai and many of the samurai class supported returning state power directly to the Imperial Court in Kyoto and began agitating for the overthrow of the Tokugawa shogunate. Satsuma Domain, during which, became a major centre for the anti-Tokugawa movement.

In 1862, Jin was involved in the Namamugi incident, in which a Satsuma samurai killed a British national, who refused to bow down to the daimyo's procession——a capital offence subject to summary execution according to the feudal Japanese law of “Kiri-sute gomen”. This led to the Anglo-Satsuma War in 1863, in which Jinzaemon participated as a gun crew manning one of the cannons defending the port, his wife was killed trying to save some children from a burning house during the British bombardment.

In 1866, Sakai became an active member of the Satsuma-Choshu alliance in the joint effort to overthrow the Tokugawa shogunate. Later he served as a military commander in the Boshin War.

In 1877, Satsuma Rebellion broke out. Although greatly dismayed by the revolt, Saigo Takamori was reluctantly persuaded to lead the rebels against the central government. Being torn between the friendship with Saigo and the fealty to the Emperor, Sakai Jizaemon made a decision that was easiest yet he considered most shameful——he fled Japan and moved to the United States, as he found himself unable to fight against his old friend yet could not rebel against the Imperial government either.

 

[WickenXXX]

Name: Genevieve Daoust

Nickname(s): Vieve

Age: Twenty Six

Born: 01/06/1855

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Height: 5'6

Weight: 128lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

Appearance/Style:

Spoiler: Apperance

Spoiler: Outfit

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Horse: Female Dun Criollo

Spoiler: Horse Apperance

Horses Name: Asti

Main Weapon: Slightly worn Bolt Action rifle

Secondary Weapon: Improved Bow

Extra Info: She is half native (her mothers side) and half Venezuelan. She has a scar on her upper lip near the right corner of her mouth as well as a scar over her left eyebrow.

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Brief History: Vieve was born within the united states, her father having immigrated from Venezuela and her mother was a native to the land. Her parents met when her father was practically on deaths door step, he thought the beautiful young woman standing over him as he faded in and out of consciousness was sent from heaven to take him home, instead he woke up days later in her camp.
Vieve grew in what she thought was normalcy, travelling regularly and living off the land with her parents. She learned to hunt early in life, being incredibly proficient with a bow against big game and people alike. The young girl found concealing herself with terrain and mud made her harder to spot visually and scent wise this gave her a particular upper-hand when tracking and hunting.
As Vieve grew she began to catch on to her fathers nefarious deeds, he was an incredibly skilled thief and was considered an outlaw throughout the state. It didn't truly set in how serious that was until Vieve was eighteen, their camp was ambushed in the night by lawmen. Shocked, dazed and groggy the young woman stumbled from her tent only to receive the butt of a rifle slammed into her forehead. She collapsed backwards, pain stinging over her entire face as she feels the warm sensation of blood dripping down her face. The lawmen didn't focus on her right away after that, instead grabbing her father and attempting to pin him to the ground and tie his hand. Shock filled Vieve as she watched her mother come out of no where, sinking her knife into one of the lawmen, causing him to scream in pain.
"....Vieve." she watched in horror, hardly hearing her fathers voice as he screamed at her, until she finally snaps back to reality. "Vieve, Run!" He orders, she had never heard him shout like that before. Genevieve got to her feet and ran as fast as she could through the forest, she was convinced she was being followed and didn't stop until the soles of her feet were raw and throbbing. She desperately splashed through the water, gulping some and sighing at the relief for her now injured feet until she was finally able to calm down and collect herself. She realized she had no idea where she was, she had no money, no food, and only had her bow which she had thrown over herself as she ran away from her tent.

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Name: Buck Ullnir

Nickname(s): Big Buck

Age: 32

Born: (RP starts off in 1881)

1849

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Height: 6'10

Weight: 290 lbs

Hair Color: Grey

Eye Color: Vivid Green

Appearance/Style: Most likely due to his Norse and Icelandic ancestry, Buck is a mammoth of a man with a hulking and physically massive frame, along with his nearly 7ft stature, his broad shoulders and barrel chest allows him to haul around the carcasses and pelts of his kills with little effort. Also due to this ancestry, his hair greyed incredibly early into his lifetime. Upon his chest are old runic designs and tattoos of various Norse myths and legends, his evergreen eyes are often carefully studying the land before him for any sign of movement, for where there is movement there is prey.

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Horse:
A massive and belligerent Belgian Draft.

Horses Name: Bear

Main Weapon: Double Barreled Shotgun

Bolt Action Hunting Rifle

Nordic Axe

Extra Info:



With his time in the frontier wilderness, Buck was capable of taming and eventually befriending an abandoned wolf pup he came across while searching for game. These two would grow a strong bond, naming the pup "Fenrir" in honor of the Norse-Wolf Beast. Fenrir now follows Buck wherever he goes and considers the entire gang to be apart of his "Pack"

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Brief History: Buck was born to a Mr. and Mrs. Ulnir, his father being an immigrant from Scandanavia and his mother a frontierswoman, the pair of them living deep in the wilderness in a remote cabin provided for themselves with the land. Buck was taught from a young age to respect nature and her bounty


(WIP IM AT WORK WILL FINISH LATER)

 

[IDKnuggets]

Name: Salvatore “Law” Grotti

Nickname(s): Big Brother Law / Brother Law / Law / Quick Draw Law

Age: 28

Born: 1853

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Height: 6’1”

Weight: 176 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Appearance/Style

Spoiler: Style 1

Spoiler: Style 2

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Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter

Horse's Name: Colt

Main Weapon: Colt 1873 Peacemaker and 1851 Navy Revolver

Secondary Weapon: 1862 Henry Repeating Rifle

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Occupation
Bounty Hunter
Sheriff's Deputy (Former)
Made Man (former)

Skills
Quickdraw; One of the fastest hands around
Guitar; Known to strum a tune around the campfire
Lasso; Can snatch you out your saddle without even getting close

Personal Possesions: Tarnished Badge, Weathered Guitar

Brief History: Isabella Vaccarelli gave birth to her son Salvatore in 1853, the result of an affair with a made man in her father’s developing criminal organization by the name of Paolo Grotti. The couple tried to make things work, but Paolo never considered himself a one girl kind of guy and when Isabella caught him with another woman she chased him from the room gun in hand. Paolo lived to tell the tale, but his mistress was not so lucky.

It was just three years later when Paolo came crawling back, begging for forgiveness and swearing to the lord above he would never betray her trust again. Soon, Salvatore had two little siblings. A brother named Vito and little sister named Donata. But the family’s peaceful times could never last, and when Paolo was once again caught having an affair he was left with one testicle less than he came into the world with.

From a young age Salvatore was taught to shoot by made men within the syndicate as well as his mother and grandfather. By the time he was twelve, he could draw with the best of them. He was even trusted to teach his younger brother how to handle a gun.

On his sixteenth birthday, Salvatore was welcomed into the family officially. As a rite of passage a made man by the name of Michael Rizzuto helped him steal his first horse. Theft and robberies never bothered Salvatore much, but eventually he was expected to play a part in bigger jobs. Murder, blackmail, and worst of all were the kidnappings.

By the time he was eighteen Salvatore had grown disillusioned with the family and was desperate for a way out. He traveled to a small town three days from Chicago and voluntarily served time for his actions as a mafioso. It wasn’t long before the family came for him, busting him out and bringing him home. But Salvatore would not be deterred, and escaped to the part of New Mexico that would some day become Arizona where he served a full two years in a small town jail.

Once his time in the jail was up, Salvatore took up work under the very Sheriff he had turned himself in to. Salvatore proved himself an asset to the town when he shot down an outlaw by the name of Texas Red that had been terrorizing the Territory of Arizona for nearly a year.

Salvatore was made Deputy after two years of service, and proudly wore the badge upon his chest. Everything was going wonderfully until one day in the summer of 1872 he caught an outlaw wanted for killing a guard on the Santa Fe line. The man he took to prison that day was none other than Vito Grotti.

Nine months and several bribes later Vito was free, and he held no forgiveness in his heart for the brother that had put him in a cell. He rode into town with a fire in his eyes, spreading the word that the deputy’s time had come. That night Salvatore sat by the window, dreading to face his brother at sun up the next day.

But at sunup they met, guns on their side. Both knew the other too prideful to run or hide. Vito grabbed for his gun, trying his best, but cursed as the bullet dug deep in his chest. He must have forgot it was Salvatore who taught him to draw, and in the end he was destined to fall.

The blood Salvatore spilt was just like his own. Brother against brother and one had to die, he could already hear his mother and sister’s cries when they heard the news. There was nothing left for him in that town, and so he rode away. Badge tucked away in his pouch, and his brother’s Navy Revolver on his hip.