Fantasy --Whiskey and Bullets Chatacter Page--

[ReverseTex]

So  you can make whatever you want, as long as i approve. You can make a outlaw, a sheriff, even an indian if you wanted. But i don't want a lot of everything, for example; not everyone can be outlaws, make it intresting. Also for large groups, like indians, i'll probably have one person just RP their character, along with the tribe. But i don't wanna ristrict anybody.


SETTING: The RP will consist of 3 towns.


Brandywine-the largest, and most populated town. Has low tolernece for violence, and will take up weapons at the entrance.

ROLES:


Sheriff-


Mayor-


Bartender/Saloon Owner-


(more can be added)


El Durango- Consists of outlaws, bounty hunters, and others who don't suit the needs of

Brandywine. Anything is legal within the town, as long as you can escape before you get killed. 


ROLES:


N/A (more can be added)


Pariah- Known as the Ghost Town in these parts. Years ago the town was destroyed by Indians they say, but that's far from the truth. Most stay away from those parts, unless your brace enough to wander through.

 

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Good, Netural or Bad?:
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Role: (Doesn't have to be one listed above, this is the Wild West, anything can happen!)
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Personality:
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History:
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GearChoice of weapons, include horse as well if wanted)
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Extra: (If i forgot to add anything please add it here.)
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[ReverseTex]

-William Delos-


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']Full Name: William "Will" Delos[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']Nickname: Man in Black, Mysterious Man[/FONT]


Age: 60s


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']Good, Netural or Bad?: Bad[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']Role: Wanderer, has his own agenda. [/FONT]


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']Personality: Will is a very cunning and feared opponent. His violent ways, along with his high intelligence don't help either. He's resourceful, along with being very deceptive, which has fooled people into thinking he was good.[/FONT]


[FONT= 'Times New Roman']History: Will grew up in Pariah long before it was the ghost town everyone knows today. His father was a banker, and mother worked around the house, had a older brother named Charlie. Growing up he always felt outshined by his brother, who he truly knew was a horrible person, which fueled his secret angry side. Hiding his darker thoughts inside, Will grew up with his head always in a book, escaping his own world for a far better one. Eventually he turned 16, and went off to college, and graduated. But when he returned home as a young man, he saw his family celebrating his brother's return instead of his. And in that moment, it broke him. Escaping off into the vast west, finding himself amongst the dead, he returned 5 years later to Pariah. Now 2 people know the true story of what happened in Pariah, one of them being Will. What's known now is that Will kidnapped his brother, and drug him along with him for about 6 months, waiting for him to go mad, then eventually allowing him back to society. Leaving his brother behind, Will set off on his own adventures, along the way covering up the tracks of what happened in Pariah.[/FONT]


Gear: Single revolver, signature Bowie knife, and his sleek black horse.


Extra: If you can't already tell, Will was the one who killed and destroyed Pariah.


Will has a secret love for literature, always carrying a book in his saddle back for when he's bored.


Smoking and drinking are two of his biggest vices.

 

[KAmber]

[SIZE= 28px]Nicolas Harebourg[/SIZE]


Appearance:


Nick kinda looks like Rip Hunter.

Full Name: Nicolas Agate Harebourg


Nickname: Stone Sixfingers, Nick Sixfingers


Good, Neutral or Bad?: Neutral


Role: Bounty hunter/bandit


Personality: WIP


History: Nicolas showed up as a bounty hunter about 10 years ago, his first contract being with the manager of a small supply company, to protect a shipment of gold and sugar. He helped them deliver it, but snuck two gold bars out first. His biggest achievement was as a bodyguard for a big-time thief. He got 5% of whatever they made, and ended up getting 300$  from it.


Gear:Knives, revolvers, six-shooters, swords, muskets, rifles, etc. Brown horse and a wooden carriage like from london or something


Extra: 


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[ReverseTex]

All i gotta say is if u don't wanna add a pic please describe the characters apperance. Also is your history a wip @KAmber

 

[KAmber]

i cant do pic cuz of .xif files.

 

[ReverseTex]

ok kool

 

[idalie]

LITTLE MISS LILLYWHITE
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Full Name:

Rose Lillywhite
 
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Lilly-Rose
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Age:
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20
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Good, Neutral or Bad?:
Good
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Role:
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Preachers Daughter
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Little Miss Lillywhite, a beloved member of Brandywine. Known to be as sweet and pure as the bible her pa reads during Sunday services. Naive, pretty, and a Southern belle with a little more stubborn tenacity that not many give her credit for. Sheltered yet denying her father the satisfaction of a well-raised Christian. Forever difficult to handle, with a temper and sharp tongue. Although she believes she can protect herself, Rose severely lacks in marksmanship abilities, strength and speed (thanks to three petticoats and a corset) - however, her charms are known to get a lot more. Of course, not that she understands the function of flirting as much as most women, due to her upbringing, but fluttering eyelashes has come in quite helpful.
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History:
Born and raised in the shelter of Brandywine, the daughter to Preacher Lillywhite. From a young age, Lilly-Rose, as fondly nicknamed, has always been a shining star of what Brandywine can produce. Well-mannered, polite, and somewhat independent. At a young age, her mother died of Scarlet Fever, leaving her father to raise their only child in the way of the church. Something that didn't go quite too well, as she appeared to drop from the choir and refuse to marry a man that merely wanted her for either dowry or looks. Teaching the Church Sunday School, and being brought up in a religious household, Rose managed to get a partial education. Thus, reading became an engrossing hobby, which had her spend most pocket money and Birthday pennies, on any scrap of words she could find. However, her life has been mundane and boring. The only reason for her small rebellions and headstrong behaviour is to attempt making some sort of excitement out of her day to day. Something extremely lacking.
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Gear:
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Her trusty parasol
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Extra:
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N/A
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[Lua]

Hope you don't mind that I decided to jump in!


Emmylou


(Picture for reference is attached. I can never figure out how to properly add pictures to these posts)


Full Name:


Emmylou Isabelle Reid


Nickname:


Miss Em


Age:


35


Good, Neutral or Bad?:


Neutral


Role:


Saloon owner & bartender


Personality:


From graceful to hot headed in a matter of seconds, Emmylou possesses a temper no lady in her right mind should be caught with - only when pushed to the limits of course. Though she tends to speak her mind she knows when to hold her tongue.


History:


Her poor father wanted a son so badly but was cursed with a screaming baby girl. What made it even more unfortunate was his wife dying in childbirth. Owner of the Brandywine Saloon he raised his daughter behind the bar and taught her the in’s and out’s of business (even that of which sometimes went against the law). She may have learned some manners in church but got her wits from travelers, enticed by stories of far off cities and natives that hid in the mountains. She hoped for a stranger to fall in love with but ended up being married off as a teenager. However, she didn’t receive the same fate as her mother and gave birth to a son. Years later her husband dropped dead of TB. Good riddance.


With her father too old to pour a whiskey and slowly losing his sanity, Emmylou takes care of the saloon the best she can. She’s not famous with the women in town, not particularly popular with the men she refuses to sleep with either. She can get a good laugh out of the local drinkers though, and praises the Lord whenever she can.


Gear:


Old family rifle tucked upstairs and a broken bottle if you’re feeling handsy.


Extra:


Family:


Tucker is Emmylous oldman. With age he is losing his mind, but is not completely lost yet. Often sits in a creaky rocker outside the saloon and is known by all the locals as ‘Tuck’.


Jackson is Emmylous son, named after her dead husband. He’s seventeen years old and is ready to take life by storm. He wants to go off to the East to get a proper education, but stays with his mama and helps her by tending bar while she’s dealing with other things.

 

[ReverseTex]

no more the merrier! we need more! love your character!

 

[Lua]

no more the merrier! we need more! love your character!

Thanks!


Might I make the suggestion that we get the story going? It might strike the interest in others to join on in. 

 

[ReverseTex]

True, I can try, also maybe your father knew Will?


As a tip for everyone, nobody calls Will by his name. Nobody knows it. 

 

[Lua]

True, I can try, also maybe your father knew Will?


As a tip for everyone, nobody calls Will by his name. Nobody knows it. 

 I could see that idea potentially working. We could run with it and see where it goes. If you want to discuss any other character connections without spamming this thread feel free to PM me. 


If you go ahead and post first on the main I can follow up with a reply either tonight or tomorrow. Hopefully the other two will jump in as well! 

 

[gloomAI]

Paola Cruz

Full Name: Paola Cruz


Nickname: Jo


Age: 24


Good, Neutral or Bad?: Neutral


Role: Former Brothel Worker/ Bounty Hunter


Personality:


Paola  is a very charming and perceptive woman. She keeps a composed nature, and never acts without thinking at least ten steps ahead. Her time in the brothels have helped her gain the ability to be able to read people to find what they want and need and uses that against them. She can be downright ruthless when she needs to be, and won’t think twice about stabbing you in the back if it means it keeps her alive. Survival is all she can think about, and especially so after running away from the brothel.
History:


Paola was born in Alcobendas, Spain to the parents Juana and Henry Cruz. Her family moved when she was a newborn to El Durango for a better life in the States. Unfortunately, the father did not survive the trip and died of Yellow Fever. Juana, distraught, tried her best to keep Paola safe and worked as a saloon girl to make sure she could put food on the table on clothes on her child’s back. Paola was about nine when her mother died to a stray bullet from an angered outlaw at the saloon.  

Orphaned and alone, Paola had learn how to survive on her own in El Durango. She had learned how to steal cooling food from window sills, pickpockets, and con ladies into giving her various items. By the time she was 16, she realized she needed to make more money if she wanted to stay alive. She got a job at one of the parlour houses, which served as a gambling house, opium den, as well as brothel. This only marked her as being soiled or as a “painted lady” to other proper ladies. Most of the time, saloon girls would hardly give her glance as well as they did with any other woman who was in Paola’s profession.

After about a few months, Paola quickly grew to be one of the favorites of the saloon and it offered her a chance to make money than she had been. She kept to herself on her spare time when she was not working and desired for a better life for herself. Paola hardly spent any more money than she needed to and saved every cent that she could.

When Paola was 23, she met a 30 year old bounty hunter, Jesse Holden. He walked into the parlour and sat beside her by the bar; he ended up spending the entire night just talking with her. Everyday since then, he would seek her out and spend time getting to know her as well as talking about his adventures. Paola was very intrigued, it was by far the most interesting thing she had ever heard. Adventure was something she had never completely known she was craving for, and with every tale Jesse told, she longed more for it.

He was in town for about a month, before he told Paola, one night, that he had to leave. Disappointed, she told him goodbye, until he asked her to run with him. She quickly agreed and said goodbye to El Durango without a moment’s thought.

Six months of bliss and adventures, Paola was truly grateful for meeting Jesse. She was happy for the first time in a long time in her life. Unfortunately life could not let her be happy, as Jesse was shot dead. Paola never found out who did it and no one was ever going to confess to it it.

Paola had a decision to make, go back to the brothel and make some type of decent money or continues Jesse’s work as a bounty hunter. She chose the later, and hopefully along the way she would find the killer who shot Jesse.
Gear:

• Jesse’s two revolvers
  
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Extra:


N/A

 

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[madame moiselle]

~Andreas Smith~

Full Name:


Andreas Smith 


Nickname:


Speedster Smith, or Fingersmith (slangword for 'pickpocketer')


Age: 21


Good, Neutral or Bad?:


Neutral, used to be Bad.


Role: Outlaw


Personality:


Andreas is arrogant and cocky. Pretty big on his pride, and is very strong-willed. He isn't one to humble himself, and is pretty brash at times. Doesn't tolerate humiliation to himself, and he isn't afraid to get into a fight, whether it's with a gun or just plain old fists. Andreas is also very clever, and witty. He's also incredibly fast; whether it's his legs or his hands, which is essential for a thief like him. He also loves a good mug of whiskey, and his favorite place is the good ol' saloon.


History:


Andreas was born in Brandywine, to an artistic father and deeply religious mother. He was an only child, and they lived in the poorest part of the town. His father, Charles Smith, was an artist, a struggling one at that. The poor man struggled to sell his pieces of art to folks in Brandywine, but business was failing. His mother tried to earn as much as she could, being a laundress, but even with both of their meager incomes, they were poor. Andreas did go to school, but was often mocked and bullied for being the 'dumbest' in the class. Andreas did in fact hate school, and thought it was garbage, so he never took it seriously. He often got into fights with the other students, and was a troublemaker.


His parents saw how much their son was failing and a mischief-maker, and worried over Andreas. After all, no one got anywhere without some sort of education in life. They would often scold and rebuke Andreas for his recklessness and disdain for learning, not knowing any other way to get it through Andreas' thick skull. The boy was stubborn, proud and arrogant. 


As Andreas grew, he noticed how depressed and sad his parents were, struggling to pay for all their debts and expenses. He noticed how his troublesome ways at school were taking a toll on them as well, and wanted to help. He wanted to earn money, and get food on the table. So, Andreas resolved to stealing. 


It wasn't easy. He started when he was thirteen, and the first few years were terrible, but Andreas picked up the sinful skill rather quickly, as if almost naturally, He stole coin purses, food from markets, and really anything precious, to help his parents. He quickly became known as a local thief, and news traveled fast about his natural stealing talent. Soon, Andreas was approached by an outlaw gang, called the Clifton Gang. They offered him a spot in the gang, and told him they needed his talents to rise to power. Andreas, despite knowing his parents would die if they knew, accepted. He became part of the Clifton Gang, and never told his parents, at age fifteen. 


The Clifton Gang made him steal precious items, gold, and many other things to help the gang take over settlements. With the help of Andreas, the Clifton Gang became a household name, something to fear, in just a few short years. They were a sure influence in the Wild West, and were at their prime, the main base in El Durango. They were untouchable, invulnerable, being as powerful as they are. The authorities had a hard to time crushing them, that's for sure. But just about like every other gang, the prime starts to wear off, and those pesky authorities start to take the advantage, start to capture and contain members. Soon, the Clifton Gang is nothing, dissipated, all it's members either inmates, outlaws or dead. Being extremely fast, he got the nickname 'Speedster Smith'.


Andreas wasn't caught thankfully, and became an outlaw, at age nineteen. With nowhere to go, the young fugitive went back to Brandywine, to find his parents. He didn't expect any sort of welcome or forgiveness, and it's easy to see why. He was a thief, an outlaw, a law-breaker. He abandoned his parents for the gang, never told them about his sinful stealing talent, and never even thought about them once in his time with the gang. And now, he had to face them, face all his sins and lies, and finally tell the bitter truth, even though they must already know it, since the Clifton Gang wasn't exactly secretive.


When he found his parents, he only found his father, alone in a broken-down home, a poor reflection of what Andreas remembered. His father was happy to see him, and it confused Andreas, reducing him to tears even, as his father told him he had forgiven his son a long time ago. 


Grief struck Andreas as his aging father told him that his mother was dead. She died two years ago, out of shock and depression. "When she heard of what happened to you, of what you've become, she completely broke down," explained Andreas's father sadly. "She couldn't believe that her son was a criminal, but she prayed every night, for your safety, and for God to steer you away from this dark path."


Hearing that his mother was dead because of him, and that his father was a widower, that all of this tragedy that has befallen his parents was because of him, Andreas was horrified. He left his father's sorry-looking home. struck by grief, guilt, sadness, sorrow and a whole other lot of horrible emotions. He went straight into the saloon, not knowing why, but when he did, he started drink. Pint after pint, he didn't stop until he was completely wasted, thus starting his drinking habit. 


Andreas is still an outlaw to this day, and steals to keep himself sustained, and avoids the authorities. He's in no hurry in being in a gang anytime soon.


Gear:


A god ol' pistol tucked away (he always brings it everywhere), and a few knives. Learned how to throw knives while in the gang. Be careful, he's pretty handy with those. Has a wild, unpredictable mustang, a mare called Snare.


Extra: 


Due to the lack and ignorance of education, Andreas isn't the smartest. He can read and write, but don't ask him to read a whole book for you.

 

[ReverseTex]

(So i'm gonna add the myth of Pariah so y'all can use it within the story.)

Many tell the tale differently, and no story is the same. So you believe what you want to believe, but listem to mine. On a early February morning, the dew fresh on the desert soil, prairie dogs still chirping, a young boy wandered the streets. His parents were still sleeping inside their warm home, just as every other person within the town. But this boy, and his dog wandered the empty streets, searching for a remedy to cure their bordem. And they sure got one. Now the details next is where it gets hazy, some say a small band of Indians rode through, others say a sole man, but either way the attacker of the town fired a single shot, killing the lad's dog, to raise the town. Taking the child, the attacker demonstrating his intentions, slitting the boy's throat, before lining up the men, women, and children in a execution style. Of course some would try to escape, which is why the attacker set fire to the town, to assure there wouldn't be any escapes. By time help arrived from a neighboring town, it was to late. The attacker gone without a trace, and all dead. Many assumed Indians, due to the massive damage, and varied ways of death, but a select few could spot one thing that could lead to the true attacker. A certain family within the town, wasn't shot simply like the others, the husband and wife were shot in the chest, to suffer slowly. And the brother, a gunshot wound and a slit throat. Now nobody can prove a single person did it, which is why Indians are the best explanation, but can you?
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[Horse]

Aidan Smith
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Full Name: Aidan Mac-Brannon Smith
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Nickname: Aidan
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Age: 23
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Role: Blacksmith/Horse trainer
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Personality: Aidan is a quiet, sometimes awkward young man. He is ill at ease around other people and thus finds himself more suited being around animals and his forge. He has an incurable need to help people, possibly to his detriment. He believes in kindness in the face of cruelty, but he does not believe that you must not fight to be kind. He is a strong defender of those who cannot protect themselves. Aidan is quick to joke, and is very stubborn. He is very critical of himself and hides some things that he believes are very shameful for him.
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History: He was born to Brannon and Sarah in Ireland. Their family were farmers and when the blight destroyed their crops, Brannon picked up his wife, son, and daughter and moved them to America in search of a new start. He is the only surviving member of the family at this point in time. When they reached America, having had some experience with horses and a forge in his old home, he was quickly apprenticed to the local blacksmith, and after training for years, took over the forge when his master had died. The kindness shown to him by the blacksmith prompted Aidan to take the surname "Smith" as homage to his basically adopted father.
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Gear: His forge and the tools included in it. His horse, a strong mare, a Medicine Hat Paint named Carlin. He has an old rifle passed to him from the previous smith.
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[ReverseTex]

go ahead and jump in!

 

[FTR]

Olivia
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Full Name: Olivia Forester
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Nickname: Miss Lonesome (formerly), Rattler, Blue Devil (used because of her tendency to be slightly hostile and a bit of a downer)
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Age: 29
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Alignment: Bad to good, but some habits die hard.
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Role: Former Gang member, widow and bereaved parent, heads up the General Store
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Personality: Olivia is rough, tough and gritty from holding her own, physically and mentally, among hardened outlaws, bandidos, the like and having gone through troubling ordeals most of her life. Her personality is one of no bullshit often manifesting as a seemingly unfriendly, disdainful and all around unapproachable demeanor, though perhaps not being her intent....for the most part. Given her past and relatively broken state, she's not one for heroics or extravagance, usually keeping to herself and meeting any non-business interaction with an annoyed mien. Not all good is dead in her and she'll opt to do the right thing when the opportunity presents itself and it's not against her best interests to get involved. However, once riled up she tends to be one of the most hard-headed, steel-nerved and quick-witted friend or foe you'll come across, with a draw to match. 
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History: Having been born to an immigrant family, Olivia was by no means a child of means( ). Her parents settled in East not far from where they'd disembarked and when she was 10 years old they fell to cholera. She was placed in the custody of her uncle and godfather, Giovanni de Ferraro, along with all of her parent's assets. Uncle Gio was a man of dreams and ambitions, he preferred ploys for wealth to hard work. This being so, he soon set his sights on making it big on the frontier and sold everything and took the money and Olivia with him on his journey to the west. They traveled from town to town, place to place, having to negotiate prices and obstacles as they moved westward. After 3 years of constant travel her uncle's ambitions began to fade along with the money and they eventually settled in the town of Rosewater. Not a year from settling, a band of rustlers and outlaws, known as the Copperhead Gang, blew through the small town not 30 people strong(weak), many of them old or children. They'd come to take what they want and leave, promising no harm in exchange for cooperation. That being the case, Uncle Gio had no mind to relinquish the last bit he had and stood against them for his. He was gunned down and left out by the undertaker's, dreams of glory dying with him. Out of pity, Olivia was taken in by the gang under request of the gang leader, Jim Foyt's main squeeze, a woman who went simply by Peggy. With them she traveled, at first as little more than a pet. Eventually, and mostly unwillingly, everyone began to warm up each other and the group taught Olivia the nature of the beast; take what you want and leave the rest. For a while she lived by those words and after some time began to ride along with them. During this time the gang took to to calling her Miss Lonesome, given the knowledge of her history of familial loss, and it was the name she road under until her departure. When she was around 23, she, ironically, found love in a railroad town's deputy, a man named Roy Forester. Because of the nature of their affair their only chance at union was if they eloped...so they did, much to the Copperheads' dismay. Especially Foyt, who saw it as a betrayal from someone "he treated like his own". In gaining love, she lost the only "family" she'd known since the last of her blood had died. They all collectively forebode her return. She and Roy moved back to Rosewater and worked to refurbish her Uncle's forsaken home. For 4 years they lived there, Roy taking the job of Sheriff and Olivia holding down the home. Their son John Giovanni Forester was a lively boy, up and walking by 10 months and talking in full sentences by 3.His rambuntious and hyperactive behavior granted him the nickname Little Whirlwind. Yet in all this bliss, it seemed the cloud of terrible misfortune had yet to pass from over Olivia. At 4 years old the Whirlwind passed away due to influenza. The loss created a chasm between the Roy and Olivia, having caused them tremendous pain and grief. The loss and rocky relationship dulled Roy's once razor sharp reflexes and stifled his will proving fatal one afternoon during an altercation. The additional loss finished breaking her and she became a recluse. Living in the empty house and seeing the graves of her husband, uncle and son everyday on the property proved too much for her and Olivia abandoned Rosewater for the second time. She ended up setting up in Brandywine using the last bit of money she'd left the Copperheads with combined with what Roy had taken for sheriff work and established a General Store. 
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Gear: Double action revolver and little else besides a knife tucked in her boot, in case things get close, and the clothes in her back. 
Has a horse but doesn't care to name or hang to much around it, paying keepers to tend to it so as to not get attached. 
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Extra: The tunes that gave me inspiration on the CS, I guess?
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[SidTheSkid]

Full Name:
Dan ‘Campbell’ Gristle
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Nickname:
Mister Gristle (Referred to as this alias by his gang of misfits), Dynamite Dan, Gunpowder Gristle.
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Age:
31
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Alignment:
Bad, very very Bad. Some say that even the Devil himself if given the chance would rise up out of Hell just to spit on him out of pure disgust for his intolerable existence. Executing and viciously torturing people in demoniacal ways just to prove a meager point will make someone’s ‘karma credit’ droop to substandard levels pretty darn fast.
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Role:
Black Market Dealer/The Buzzards Outlaw Leader ~ Money, women, explosives or firearms. It’s guaranteed that Dan most likely has all of them! Well except for items that you’ll find at the ordinary general store as Mr.Gristle will only sell illegal merchandise since it proves to be a bit more beneficial to attract his major ‘audience.’ Often will attend to the needs of those who don’t have a righteous ethicality first before those milk-drinkers.
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Personality:
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Dan is a buoyantly ‘cheerful’ individual who has a leaning predisposition towards barbarousness and inhumane actions which usually promotes when he has to “set someone straight”. Mainly preoccupied with overall dominance when it comes to people, Dan will usually attempt to manipulate people into his way of thinking whether that be through exaggerated offerings that aren’t worth the risk of joining his posse or by the means of intemperate consternation through his violent acts of aggression. Restraining himself during calming situations proves to be difficult for this ‘crazy as a loon’ man as he possesses an overwhelming affection for shock-value. On the contrary of having completely lost his mind he does in fact have a sense of honor, that’s if you consider having him grant you the generous offer of being able to hide for around ten seconds before he tries to hunt you down like some rabid rodent. His philosophy revolves around gaining respect through breaking down a mentally stable person into a fine puddy before rebuilding them back up into a new man or woman, one that does not have regrets for their own actions that they might commit in the future. Gristle believes that the only chance of survival in these wild wastelands is by having strength in leadership and power in numbers, additionally having the warped ideology into thinking that punishment will be able to correct those that have been considered weak and with enough discipline they’ll be able to become their own person. As far as emotions go? Well, it’s best to say not to go out of your way to deliberately aggravate him especially after having one particular event of someone snatching the wide-brim hat off from atop of his head while he was delivering a speech to his band of ‘delinquents’. Having bursted into a furious rage, he punctured the man’s gullet with an iron bullet-extractor around a few dozen times or so before leaving him strapped to a broken sign post with a stick of lit dynamite dangling out from his blabbering mouth. Legend has it that you can still see some of the vultures pecking at the scattered bits and pieces of ol’ Charlie Brownstone corpse near the abandoned cemetery just miles east of El Durango.
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History:
You’d think that someone like Dan would have some sort of traumatic backstory right? Well, you’re wrong on that assumption. Actually Dan was born in the safe little confines of Brandywine where he grew up like any other young ‘un that was fortunate to have wealthy parents! Settling down after venturing through state by state, concluding their hiatus once they had given birth to a child in which they’d name after his grandfather who unfortunately passed away years ago. Childhood was something that any child could dream of, well during the American Old West anyway! Sparkling water as much as him and his family could drink and a comfortable home issued by the town due to their unfathomable wealth status. He was even offered scholarships because of the reputation but in a way he smashed all of those dreams completely once he discovered that he wanted something else, something that better suited his mindset. Rumors go around saying that the poor boy just went up and lost his mind after one of the minor gangs rolled into town and started demanding requests from all of the townsfolk, saying things like he snatched his father’s steed in the middle of the night and ran after them and once he found their encampment he skinned them all from head to toe! Nobody knows what exactly happened after he went up and left at the impressionable age of sixteen, only thing that matter is that when he came back he was no longer the same ordinary child that once lived in Gristle house of Brandywine. No, there was something different about him, nothing but a deathly stare in his eyes that felt as if it were looking through you and into something else. Nothing but evil plagued that child’s mind once he came back and it was evident too just from how he acted around others, being aggressive towards other adolescents to the point where their parents wouldn’t let them go near him because they feared that he would kill their pride and joy. Good thing too, because they were right. One year later he left the safety of the town in order to find his own ambition and figure out who he truly was as a person, he definitely figured it out once he stumbled onto a group of traveling loners that were desperately in need of supplies and food. Taking a moment to recollect his thoughts he decided to grant their offer but only on one condition, that one of them had to kill the other in order to receive the food that they so preciously wanted. Which tempted by wild desire and a need for survival, they fought for a couple of minutes only to have one survivor that was mourning the loss of his friend. Witnessing this atrocity that he incited was somehow pleasurable to him, this feeling of dominance surged through his body like plague. Dan wanted more of this so he ultimately decided to create his own organization which consisted of many misfits and outlaws who were all looking to make a nice living even if that meant working with a complete stranger, unfortunately for them that they were now forced to work with Mr.Gristle out of complete fear of having their lives come to a miserable end. Tempting their desires with money and food, all the while threatening them proved to be a successful route which led to “The Buzzards” gang being a result of Mr.Gristle’s sudden madness, furthermore continuing his journey throughout the Wild West so that he could expand the control over his fellow man.
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Gear:
Dusty-hued Stallion horse (Riddled with scrapes, gives the impression of more wartorn than anything else.), Dual 44. Colt 1848 Dragoon Revolvers w/Ebony hardwood handles, Wyoming Boot-knife (Good for puncturing, not so much slicing.), Gang horse-drawn carriage. (Carries his signature explosives that he’ll use for combative situations, the more boom, the merrier.)  
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Got his nickname Dynamite Dan/Gunpowder Garry for using his signature method of executing people, mainly tying them up to something and blowing them straight to Hell with a bunch of dynamite wrapped around them.
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(This theme song is amazing.)
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[amxlia]

~The Sheriff~
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Name: Anastasia Lin Ackermann
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Nickname/s: Sheriff Ackermann, Ana to her friends
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Age: 24
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Alignment: Good
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Role: The Sheriff
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[SIZE= 12px]Vices: Stubborn, Snarky, A bit hot-headed, Headstrong, A bit of a daredevil[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Virtues: Resilient, Kind, Respectful, Witty, Strong, Protective[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]History: Growing up in a house of five boys aside from herself and only her father as a parent, Ana was always a tomboy. She grew up wrestling along with her brothers, getting dirty, and learning to wield a gun, all with the disapproving glares of their neighbors following her everywhere she went. Instead of disheartening her, these glares challenged her, and Ana was determined to become sheriff. When she single-handedly saved the outer town from a gang of bandits, she proved herself, and the radical-thinking current sheriff recruited her.  She's only been sheriff for about a week now, after the past sheriff's death, and is definitely not 100% used to this yet.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Gear: A Smith & Wesson Model 500-style revolver, her beloved brown and white spotted thoroughbred horse named Colorado, or for short, Collie[/SIZE]
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Extra: Has always had a friendly relationship with Aidan, though she's always been interested in perhaps more, keeping it secret out of respect for each of their's positions and choices
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[alien]

Eden Briar`





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Full Name: Eden Riannon Briar


Nickname: "Red" 


Age: 21


Good, Netural or Bad?: Neutral, but she'll dance with the devil...


Role: Just a girl that likes to stir up trouble. She likes guns, beautiful men, and powerful steeds. Red spends most of her time hanging around the local stables, helping care for the horses, as that's where her passion lies. 


Personality: Eden typically comes off as a shy, doormat type of girl. She wears an innocent face and an even more innocent smile. When people first meet this young girl, they take her for granted. But don't let those sweet blue eyes and that sun kissed skin fool you, she's a real trouble-maker. Eden is not cocky, she doesn't boast, but she sure as hell knows exactly who she is. One could say her hair is an immaculate representation of her inner personality. It's fiery, passionate, and full of life. Her strong points tend to be coolness under pressure, intelligence, whit, and sense of self-worth. Her vices...well...when she snaps, she snaps. Eden isn't quick to become enraged, but when pushed, there is no point of return. You can catch her either on the back of a horse or kicking back, sipping a handle, or two...or three.


History: Little redheaded Eden was raised wholesome and true. Her mother, Lizzie Briar, was a woman to behold and aged so gracefully in her years that you couldn't tell she was a day over forty. Eden loved her mother with every ounce in her body, the two could be caught twirling around in their skirts whilst cooking supper for the boys or laughing so hard someone's corset seem would pop. There was never a dull moment between these two ladies. Eden also had a pack of brothers, four to be exact and all of them were her elders. First of kin was Jameson, a hard-working colt who would set the standards. He's now 32 and makes a living on the family's ranch. Then we have Weston, only a year behind Jamie. He moved back out east to pursue his scholarly lifestyle in hopes of becoming a lawyer. Five years after Daniel was born, and did he raise hell. Danny had a tenancy to make some poor decisions and Jameson has tried his damn best to keep the bronc in line. And last, but of course not least, is Morgan, living at a ripe age of 23. Being the youngest of the boys was a hard job, he was constantly torn to take sides and got tossed around the most. This caused him to become a quiet, yet tough man. Him and Eden get along the best due to age proximity, and also due to the fact he never fit in with the rest of the boys. Now, the reason Eden's father hasn't been mentioned yet is because he's a sore subject. The proud, dignified man died of TB when Eden was 12. This ripped a hole through her heart as he was the light of her life. Robert had treated her no different to the boys and she will always be grateful for that. Thanks to him she can handle a firearm, ride a nasty bronc, and keep a man in line. Eden's the kind of woman who can make an honest wife that can also kick ass and defend her home. 


Gear: Contrary to what you may think, Eden enjoys staying with her womanly roots and wears a simple, yet elegant forest green farm dress. It has a corseted midriff that shows off her dainty waist and the movement provided to ride a horse. Speaking of horses, her family's ranch has many, but Eden's special boy is known as Blue. He's a solid, silver grulla quarter horse and stands at sixteen hands. Accompanying her waist is a leather belted holster that holds her 1860 Colt Army Revolver. 


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[Lexi Whittaker]

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Name: Nora LeeAnne "The Doc" Jones


Age: 28


Alignment: Neutral


Role: Runs the town apothecary


Vices: guns, men, and whiskey

Virtues: witty, intelligent,and  beautiful
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History: Grew up learning the family trade of medicine from her father, her mother died when she was a child. Her father died recently, and she is the sole owner of the apothecary. She learned not to take shit, and how to shoot a gun early on. She is a bit quirky and can be found at the local saloon after closing.
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[That Poppy]

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 Her eхqυιѕιтe вeαυтy αɴd perѕoɴαl cнαrмѕ αre αмoɴɢѕт тнe ғιɴeѕт ιɴ lαɴdѕ. Iɴ deѕcrιвιɴɢ Jυlιeт, тнe woмeɴ'ѕ rυмorѕ cαpтυreѕ тнe depтн oғ нer lovelιɴeѕѕ. “Jυlιeт ιѕ тнe ѕυɴ αɴd тнe вrιɢнтɴeѕѕ oғ нer cнeeĸ woυld ѕнαмe тнe ѕтαrѕ.” Sнe ιѕ α very вeαυтιғυl yoυɴɢ ɢιrl. Sнe нαѕ loɴɢ, dαrĸ нαιr. Jυlιeт нαѕ ғαιr, wнιтe ѕĸιɴ. Froм нer poιɴтed ɴoѕe тo нer ѕoғт pιɴĸιѕн lιpѕ, Jυlιeт ιѕ мυcн older тнαɴ ѕнe αppeαrѕ αт ғιrѕт ɢlαɴce ѕнe coυld вe ιɴ нer мιd тeeɴѕ 18-23 мαyвe. Her ғιɢυre wнιcн ѕeeмed тo вe ѕcυlpтed тo looĸ αѕ ιт doѕeѕ тodαy, every cυrve ѕcυlpтed тo perғecтιoɴ ιɴclυdιɴɢ тнe ѕмιle тнαт мαĸeѕ αll weαĸ αт тнe ĸɴeeѕ. Tнe мoѕт eɴcнαɴтιɴɢ ғeαтυre oтнer тнαɴ тнe ѕмιle ιѕ нer eyeѕ α rαre ѕнαde ιтѕ ɢlow ιѕ ɴoвle тнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт ѕнαle reмαιɴ αѕ ιɴɴoceɴт αѕ α cнιld.
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Jυlιeт ιѕ preѕeɴтed αѕ qυιeт αɴd oвedιeɴт; нowever, ѕнe poѕѕeѕѕeѕ αɴ ιɴɴer ѕтreɴɢтн тнαт eɴαвleѕ нer тo нαve мαтυrιтy вeyoɴd нer yeαrѕ. Her cнαrαcтer αт ғιrѕт αppeαrѕ тo вe qυιeт, oвedιeɴт αɴd ιɴɴoceɴт, yeт αт тιмeѕ ѕнe ѕнowѕ ѕнe ιѕ ɴoт αѕ ѕнy αѕ we тнιɴĸ. Sнe ιѕ loyαl, αɴd pαѕѕιoɴαтe, Sнe ιѕ вlιѕѕғυlly ιɢɴorαɴт oғ тнe wαyѕ oғ тнe world, Jυιleт ιѕ ιɴ every wαy ѕтυввorɴ oɴce ѕнe нαd мαde υp нer мιɴd αвoυт ѕoмeтнιɴɢ doɴ'т тнιɴĸ α dαɢɢer тo тнe нeαrт wιll cнαɴɢe нer мιɴd. Jυlιeт мαy вe вeαυтιғυl, вυт ѕнe'ѕ αlѕo мυcн мore тнαɴ jυѕт α preттy ғαce. Sнe'ѕ ѕмαrт, wιттy, αɴd deтerмιɴed. Sнe тrυѕтѕ eαѕιly yeт shes dαrιɴɢ αɴd вrαve. How тнιѕ woмeɴ'ѕ мιɴd worĸѕ wιll reмαιɴ тo вe α мyѕтery, αт тιмeѕ ѕнe cαɴ вe eαѕy тo reαd вυт ιɴ oтнer cιrcυмѕтαɴce ѕнe ιѕ α rιddle тo вe ѕolved. 
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Jυlιeт wαѕ αɴ ordιɴαry ɢιrl I ɢυeѕѕ yoυ coυld ѕαy тнαт нer lιғe ѕeeмed тo perғecт αɴd ѕнe wαѕ тrυly ɢrαтeғυl ғor тнιѕ ѕнe нαd α lovιɴɢ ғαтнer αɴd α мoтнer wнo'ѕ вeαυтy ιѕ eтerɴαl αɴd тwo вroтнerѕ oɴe yoυɴɢer wнo ιѕ α ғιɢнтer αт нeαrт αɴd тнe eldeѕт αɴ ιɴтellιɢeɴт мαɴ wнo woɴ'т leт нιѕ тeмper rυɴ. Her everydαy lιғe wαѕ ɴoт αѕ ѕιмple αѕ нer ғαмιly, oн тнe αѕѕαѕѕιɴαтιoɴѕ (well-αттeмpтed αѕѕαѕѕιɴαтιoɴѕ) нer ғαтнer, ғαced тιмeѕ lιĸe тнαт ѕнe wαѕ ѕυre нer мoтнer wαѕ ɢrαтeғυl ғor α ѕнerιғғ. Tнe ғιɢнтѕ тнαт woυld вreαĸ oυт were jυѕт ιммorαl ғroм тιмe тo тιмe ιт wαѕ нαrd ғor Jυlιeт тo leαve тнe нoυѕe υɴαттeɴded вecαυѕe oғ тнe мeɴ тнαт woυld ѕɴeαĸιly wαιт ɴeαr тнe eɴd oғ тнe αllιeѕ. Jυlιeт ѕpeɴт мoѕт oғ нer тιмe wιтн orpнαɴѕ ιт wαѕ нer dυтy тo нelp oυт тнoѕe wнo coυldɴ'т нelp тнeмѕelveѕ, ѕнe αlѕo loved тнe cнιldreɴ.
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