Falling into Thorns: OOC of Lillian Thorne and Fallenreaper.
Coyote and the Wishing Stone story.
There’s a an old tale passed down through the ages in the Kasson tribe, the people of the Coyote, about a woman with a wishing stone, a great darkness, and their brother spirit named Coyote. Most of this legend has been passed down through the ages, lost bit by bit with each new telling until nothing remained but a withered husk of the original. It goes something like this:
Magic was thick when the world was new and every animal could speak the same language as easily as breathing. A woman with the serenity and peace of her great heart made solid a stone that held great power, enough to cast a wish made from the heart and soul of the stone’s creator. The darkness, represented by a man of night black skin, was jealous and sought to steal the stone for his own. Now the only thing that stood in his way the trickster named Coyote. He and she were impossible to part, friends and lovers whose company could never be at the peak of joy unless they were within each other’s reach. It was this bound that Jealousy-a name that modern generation dubbed upon the darkness- would shatter for many times Coyote had pranked and tricked Jealousy to the point he sought revenge. To break the trickster by tearing away from him his heart.
In some tales, she meets Jealousy by the calm waters of a lake from which her tribes spends the winter beneath a pale hunter’s moon while others claim it in a dying corn field during the time of a drought. Either way, Jealousy makes his move as he courts and sways her affection from Coyote about the ‘truth’ of the trickster’s affections. Saying it because of the stone she guards so fiercely is what Coyote desires and in the end, either by trust or hesitation, she gives it to him. at the end of the story, some many fashions that lead to it but only she and Coyote will ever know the truth, he attacks her leaving a crescent moon shaped scar along her cheek. That day she wept and on her heart, she wished she never met Coyote.
The ends vary from a devastated Coyote who every night howls his sorrows up in the moon for what he’s done or he was punished, forced to wander the earth voided of her presence. Either way in the end, Coyote is always the one responsible for the events that happened as every story tell will agree. Only the spirit knows the truth of the events that transpired and those memories are painful enough to have lived through once…
Town Name: Silas
Description: a simple and small town along the wilds of the western territory in an area called Dead Man’s Mountain Range. A sheriff’s office, general store, tiny brothel/bar, and more line a single street that runs though the middle of the town in a dirt dusty trail. Few wagons pass though and stay, moving onwards to push farther west for the free homesteads. It’s surrounded by thick forested lands that stretch for as far as the eye can reach making it seem like the only life boat in a sea of growing greenery that flood the land before melting into plain where a local tribe settles: Kasson.
Silas and Related Characters
Sheriff: Curtis Ingalls
Brief description- an elderly man with a thick white moustache and days old sideburns that rough up his chiseled old face. He is slightly bent and aging, yet he manages to be the roughest and most stubborn headed sheriff of Silas, his vest is tanned cow hide and a simple long sleeved button shirt.
Doc: Den Hubble
Brief description- a young fellow, fresh out of college. Light brown hair, bluer eyes his cheerful smile could warm the sunlight if given the chance. Small glasses, his hair falls in a unruly mess across the smooth forehead and his thin scrawny body tends to get him tease, at least until he’s needed. A white striped shirt with a simple dark colored vest, a bowler hat, and long slacks the man looks like he belongs walking down some New York city street instead of here. Short but tan from his risk of the element to care for his hometown, six months ago he returned to Silas from his years of studying in New York while the whole town supported his mother in his absence as the only sad part she died when a rouge horse trampled her a few weeks before things turned crazy.
Brief description- about in his 30s, his skin is black as night and head naked as a jaybird. His dark brown eyes flicker with bright intelligence and well build from his days as a slave, freedom bought by his own hands that now sow the very horseshoes and nails in the town. Though his shop is owned by Jameson, he runs and works it as he sees fit as long as most the profits are handed over. Towering over most the residents, he is a kind giant that may look fierce but has the heart of gold. Usually his attire was a sooty white shirt rolled up at the middle of the upper arms and pair of coveralls, finished off with tanned cow boots and an apron with a large pouch.
Mr. Zachariah Jameson
Brief description- A wealthy cattle baron, he runs his cattle business with an iron fist against any competition but allows his boys to run rampant if they prove to be best of his herders. Mysterious and imposing, his eyes see right through the under laying bullshit some folk try to pull over his eyes and his pride blinds him to the true. Clever, he's quick to catch mistakes since he was no fool to get to his status without some ambition that is never filled. He is part of a bigger family, his relatives far and few to be recognized that it seems the man mere came from the air itself and not born of a woman.
Brief description-Dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes this frontier woman looks as strong heart and tough as nail like most that strive to survive on her own. White skin that could withstand any harsh punishment against the sun and lean muscle able to lift a half pound of feed across her shoulder no problem, even in her pale blue and simple dresses. Hair usually tied in a bun, a few stray curls furl about her exposed forehead framing her face in a bit of character. Her lips are thin, even thinner when she pulled them into a tight frown and bunched her eyebrows with a face that could send a devil rushing for cover. Her figure is rather stout but graceful in her gender, making her appealing yet not a twig to be broken.
Name: Iron Horse (birth name) Iron Jameson (preferred name)
Appearance: An 5’ 10” high average Native American man of 30 and in good physical condition of someone in their early twenties, Iron is simple in his appearance. Dark ebony hair, cut about shoulder length with slight wavy to the straight thick locks. His sharp oval eyes are light desert brown almost wise when fully seen head on and up close. Iron’s skin is deep chestnut from being outside and in extreme conditions. A black tribal animal is branded on his skin of the legendary coyote’s howling head in the between his shoulder blades. His body has minor lines of past wounds but one in particular trails from a quarter inch from the left corner of his right eye, ending at the jaw line in a bright vivid white line.
Appearance: A black feather braided in his hair alongside his ear, neck choker from cylinder beads in a pattern of three raven feathers on the front with a turquoise center piece stone. Currently he wears a fennel shirt with a plain plaid design tucked in his jeans like any work hand, wandering cowboy or town folks. His footwear ranges from moccasins or plain boots, dirt yellow. Travel worn slightly baggy jeans, ragged but almost still in one piece. A thick black leather belt is across his hips, held by a simple metal oval buckle that laid in front sitting below his navel.
Kasson Tribe Characters (NPCS)
Father: Swift Wolf (Jeffery Jameson-English name, took wife’s last)
Mother: Elizabeth Jameson
Information- Died from child birth with their youngest sibling Steam Deer.
Sister: Steam Deer (Selene Jefferson)
Grandfather: Thunder Bear (stubborn old man refuses an English name even for convince)
Others Minor NPCs
Originally Posted by Fallenreaper
The front one, a pump man with a low slung belly jingling with each step of his horse lead the way and seemed to be over seeing the group’s reasons. Wearing a weather worn jacket with dusty boots, he looked every inch of a cattle herder in need of a good washing. His slight cursing came from his greasy lips, the small five o’clock shadow tracing the frame of his face while his hand jerked the oversize hat back off his dark green eyes. The effort slid along his plastered down hair and in a moment, he pulled the hat away to slick it back before placing it once more in place.
Last edited by Fallenreaper; 03-06-2013 at 07:31 PM.
Appearance: Standing at 5í3Ē with a slender, elegant figure there seemingly isnít much to Melinda. She is milk pale with a fine porcelain skin she is rather vain about and typically wields a Parasol and a broad-brimmed hat to aid in its preservation. Her hair is a blond so pale it is almost white and she keeps it up in a thick bun or chignon at the base of her slender neck. Her face is aristocratic with a small cupidís bow of a mouth. When she smiles one will discover that she has a single dimple in her left cheek. Her eyes are the one thing about her that are dark, a brown so deep it is almost black, they almost seem to belong to someone else and are simply borrowed for a time.
She dresses in clothing more suited to life in the east which is where she is originally from, Boston in fact. She is slowly switching her wardrobe over to clothing more suited to the clime but the transition is slow because the funds are low.
She currently is serving as a Schoolmarm in the small town of Silas for her one-room school house of fifteen mixed age students, only half of whom show up on any given day. Her job is a begrudging act of charity on behalf of the town and she knows it and tries not to resent it.
A note I forgot to mention, the other character Bert's actions, appearance and other stuff is up for grabs if you would like that is if Melinda comes out against Iron's orders. I keep forgetting there's an OOC here. ><