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Time setting takes place in the 1850's in the US. At least as far as 'modern' things, and type of dress (for the ladies, men can make up something if they don't particularly like the look of men's fashion from the REAL 1850's). There may be fighting- You can use guns, old styled ones of course, or you can use swords whichever you prefer.

I'd like most female characters to be around 16-20 so either just about to make their debut into 'adult' society and set about finding a husband and all the like. Men can be anywhere from 18-33 (older would be pushing it all things considered...) Remember that back in this time a matchup between 19 and 35 wasn't looked on as 'strange' as it is today.


So, basics;
Romance of course,
there will be;;
- balls
-parties,
-long travels on horseback of by coach, or if you're nuts; on foot.
-Fighting over women, property, gambling, etc.

Think of a romance novel set in this time period. And a soap opera minus the lame overacting.

Just NO killing other peoples characters without permission. Duels = Okay, etc.

You may have;; an estate, fortune, horses, slaves, servants, etc.

Most rich women will have servants, etc.

Character Sheet!:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Skills:
Belongings: (things such as estate, amount of money, clothing, horses, servants, slaves, etc.)
Bio:
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Post your Character Sheets in the OOC, which is currenly in the IC section >_>. It should be moved soon =P

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Don't you miss the good 'ol days? =)

Asbestos: I wonder how evil Ava would be... Maybe something along the lines of "The supreme mistress of all evils" I would believe.

Blue-Eyed Vampyre: haha yes! erm..i mean..how could you talk about my friend like that?! (she really would be though as she uses LOTS of money and time rofl)

Elle Fletcher pulled her soft, buttery brown hair to the back of her neck, and rung it out. She’d just bathed. Of course, she did. Her mother had insisted on it, after she’d skipped out on bathing last night. Yesterday afternoon, Elle had helped out the family’s cook, Helen. Helen had needed various goods from the grocery store, so Elle brought a few coins to the store to pick up the goods they needed. On the way home, she’d fell in the mud and one of her dresses had been ruined. The mud barely touched her- yet her mother was horrified.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted the morning dress she was told to wear. It had been laid out for her by her mother. Elle had picked the dress, though. The dress wasn’t very big and fancy, as many of the noble women wore. It was thin, and elegant, taken in at the waist, where Elle lacked curves. The dress was a soft blue silk, with small embroidery around the plunging neckline. Elle slipped it on, being careful not to harm the precious fabric.

Normally, her father’s mother would have insisted on a servant to bathe and dress her. A servant. Elle didn’t think it was nice to force someone to dress you. To bathe you, nonetheless? Independence was something Elle appreciated, and privacy was another unalienable right. After soft fabric of the dress hugged her torso, and billowed out over her legs, she pulled her hair over her shoulder. It wasn’t very wet, just slightly damp. The natural color of her hair was coming back, instead of the espresso brown color it turned when it hit water or any kind of liquid. Elle picked up the new brush her father had brought back from one of his travels, and pulled the exquisite tool through her hair, as it smoothed and separated each strand from another. The tiny knots at the bottom of her head were brushed out, and Elle just stood there, admiring the way the brush worked. The door of the bathroom creaked, and Elle turned, placing the brush on the vanity she’d picked it up from. A small, white cat pranced in, meowing delightfully as she brushed up against Elle’s exposed ankle. She purred softly as Elle picked her up, running her fingers along the small of the kitten’s back. “Minky, what are you doing in here?” Elle asked, smirking at the cat’s brown eyes beneath it’s soft fur.

The kitten only looked at her, and closed her eyes as Elle repeatedly rubbed behind her ears in a gentle motion. When the cat was satisfied, Elle placed Minky on the ground. She hadn’t finished her hair, yet. It was a pile of large waves tumbling over her shoulders. A sliver of hair fell over her collar bone, and ascended down, to the peak of her breast. Elle watched as the kitten pranced out the door, and slowly followed her, down to the dining room.

Her mother sat at the table, eating her breakfast that Helen had prepared. The cook appeared into the room, as if she’d read Elle’s thoughts. “Eat, my sweet,” Elle’s mother told her.

Elle looked at her mother, and raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t very demanding or bossy often. “I’m not hungry,” she replied softly, looking over at Helen. “Where’s father?” She asked. “I thought he was supposed to be home today?” Helen raised her shoulders, unable to answer the question.

“A letter came, Elle,” Her mother said, her eyes looking over the contents of her plate. “Henry won’t be home for a few more days, possibly a few more weeks.”

Elle nodded her head, knowingly. Her father was always gone. He loved his family, but at work was where he stayed, always away from his family. He was their provider. He insisted on keeping the family going, supplying them with all the money and goods they needed to survive, and more. Helen noticed the sad look in Elle’s eye. “Elle, would you like to stop by the store for me on your morning walk?”

Elle’s eyes brightened up, as if by magic, and she ran up to Helen and took the list from her. “Yes, Helen, is this everything you need?” Helen nodded, respectfully.

Her mother cut in; “Just be careful, darling Elle, I hear there are some bandits in the area, once again.”

But before Elle heard her mother’s words, she was out the door.

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Don't you miss the good 'ol days? =)

Asbestos: I wonder how evil Ava would be... Maybe something along the lines of "The supreme mistress of all evils" I would believe.

Blue-Eyed Vampyre: haha yes! erm..i mean..how could you talk about my friend like that?! (she really would be though as she uses LOTS of money and time rofl)

OOC { Just sent App on ooc thread BY the way}

As i pull up on a large horse outside the bar, there is a sign on the door it says "Closed" I jump off the horse, and land onto the floor lightly, i push my hat up to a different position, and walk to the door. i slot a key into the keyhole, and push the door open. I walk behind the bar, grab an apron and slide it over my head. i tie the back around my waist tightly. I start to clean some cups, whistling sharply as the hours go by. wondering where the customers are. "Where All Da` Customers Go?" As i speak to myself Cheerfully. I stop cleaning the glass's and grab a comb from my overcoat pocket. i start to look into the mirror whilst combing my hair. I then continue to clean the glass's. As i talk to myself again. "What A` life i have .. "

A pudgy bandit with thinning hair began gleefully jeering. "Is a cat! Look! Is a cat! I'm goan git it! I'm goan git it!"
He began jumping around joyfully as he clumsily reached for his gun, fumbling with it, and dropping it in the process of drawing it.

Marcus Hughes, or Bandit the Gunslinger, as he was known, looked up from his book, that mysterious piece of bound text that no-one knew about. He looked uninterested, and irritated. He snapped the book shut and placed it in his coat-pocket as he stood up and made long strides towards the pudgy, balding member of his own bandit gang.

As the pudgy bandit had raised his weapon and was typically taking his sweet time to aim the damn thing, Marcus grabbed his wrist and raised it harmlessly to the sky. The pudgy bandit looked over at Marcus, his face bearing a stupefied expression, right up until Marcus landed his left fist into the pudge on his face, knocking him to the ground.
"What have I told you? Huh? You kill men...and only men. No women, no kids...and you sure as hell don't shoot any goddamn animals!"
"So...sorry..Gunslinger...I didn mean it...honest."
Marcus extended his hand to the man, "Get up...your embarrassing me."
"You want to cause some havoc, wait until the night."

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Elle didn't care about her mother's stupid words. There needed to be some more excitement in the air! After all, bandits were exciting. Plus, they were dangerous and handsome.

Elle's hand twirled the list of ingredients Helen needed to cook for the next few days. Hopefully she'd be able to stop by at the local pub too. She loved the air inside. Some of the people were really friendly and lively, but there were the occasional drunks, too.

Elle smiled as she came up to an alley, she knew there had to be some bandits there. Atleast, they typically stayed around that specific alley.
Elle stode past the alley, looking flustered- but it was just an act. When she heard no noise, or nobody came to her, she turned around. Wrong Alley? She asked herself. This was surely the one!

"Is a cat! Look! Is a cat! I'm goan git it! I'm goan git it!"

Elle heard faint voices. She turned to the side, and saw nothing. She tripped, and fell.

"Gah!" She exclaimed, covering her mouth as she fell to the ground. Dirt spread onto her dress, and she haphazardly wiped it off, cursing softly at it.

A few strands of hair fell into her face, and covered her eye, as she stood, and got up, only a little spot of dirt remaining on her dress. It was barely noticable, but the new dress didn't have the same feel to it as it did before.

Elle continued walking, not really looking for excitement any longer. Of course, she didn't know exactly where she was now. The store she was supposed to be going to was in a completely diffrent way from which she came.

"...wait until the night."

Elle turned her head slightly, and saw two men. Elle had never really seen bandits, so didn't know exactly what they looked like. Of course, these men looked a lot like the descriptions she'd been told. Unintentionally, she stood there, observing their features. The pudgy-looking one wasn't very...interesting, but she was drawn to the other one. He must've been their leader or something.

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Don't you miss the good 'ol days? =)

Asbestos: I wonder how evil Ava would be... Maybe something along the lines of "The supreme mistress of all evils" I would believe.

Blue-Eyed Vampyre: haha yes! erm..i mean..how could you talk about my friend like that?! (she really would be though as she uses LOTS of money and time rofl)

Marcus looked at the pudgy bandit with utter contempt for a moment, shrinking him with fear. But after a few seconds had gone by, his mouth twisted up into a playful smirk as he slapped him upside the head. "Don't be shootin' no cats, 'right?"
"Yeah...don you worry 'slinger...I leave 'em be."
"Good man, good man."
Marcus didn't see it, but the pudgy gang member glared holes in his back, something deeper than fear was in him.

Marcus resumed his seating, but this time the book stayed in his pocket, what came out of his pocket was a cigarette he'd rolled himself, a few days prior. He struck a match and lit it up, taking deep draws of smoke. Over time, it had become sweet to him, it tasted, smelled and looked sweet.

He suddenly looked up and noticed a young woman staring back at him. He clasped his cigarette between two fingers and used the same hand to rub at his chin, where a stubble was thickening day by day. He'd hadn't made time for a shave, but it didn't help that most of the men in town held a certain disdain for him and his crew. Any man nicknamed "Gunslinger" was almost met with a bad taste.

He continued to stare back at the young lady, she seemed rather intrigued as opposed to fearful. It sure was a surprise, most women and men quickened their pace when they saw the small group of five. The rest of them all looked rather rough, with scars on their faces and arms. Marcus had seen more fights than them, but he'd never been scarred.

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A loud shriek of a cat was heard nearby interrupting the moment. Then some loud woofs of a dog. And finally a mans voice say "Hey boy calm down!" The cat practically flew past the three and a dog followed. A big man came running towards them and stopped "Uhh not again." He sighed and looked around with a slightly surprised and happy look on his face "What's happening here?"

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Yes, they were definatley bandits. They looked familiar. She'd heard of this gang before. The man who she looked at looked back. He was the leader, she was sure. Yesterday, she'd heard some women talking about "Gunslinger", a bandit, and how intriguing he was. This was probably him, she knew.

Elle continued to watch him, but looked at the rest of the men too. They had scars, and were beaten- she knew by their own doings, but...she couldn't find it in herself to run away. For some reason, she was drawn to them. It was like an open book that she'd walked into.

"Hello, men," Elle said, taking a step toward them. She wasn't sure if they would hurt her, or what they would do. She tilted her head down, and smirked, as a peice of hair fell in front of her right eye. As she studied them, she waited for a response.

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Don't you miss the good 'ol days? =)

Asbestos: I wonder how evil Ava would be... Maybe something along the lines of "The supreme mistress of all evils" I would believe.

Blue-Eyed Vampyre: haha yes! erm..i mean..how could you talk about my friend like that?! (she really would be though as she uses LOTS of money and time rofl)

Marcus looked over to this mystery fellow for a split second, before looking back at the young woman. But his attention was stolen again by the pudgy bandit and another, rough-looking scarred bandit drawing their guns.
Marcus sighed heavily...how did they become so undisciplined?
"Goddammit! Put your guns away...I said...wait for the night. If this mans soul belongs to jesus, you hand it over under the moon."
Marcus looked hard at the man, summing him up. He got up and walked around him, taking in each inch.
"You a lawman?" Marcus asked at length.

Marcus turned away, looking at the young woman. She sure was beautiful, the type Marcus would take to a bed. His bandits moved towards her, lust in their eyes and their hands and pants tightened.
"Step back men...leave her to me. Sir," Marcus said, looking at the fella who'd come up to him and his gang, "I think you better go chase your dogs."

Marcus stepped away from him, holding his gaze for a moment.
"Well howdy, ma'am. What can I do for you on this fine summer day?"

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