Wild West - The Living Dead

[Myst]

IC - http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...67#post8654967

Sheriffs journal. June 5.

We strung up a red called 'Little Tree' yesterday for horse theft. He pleaded his innocence to the very last, but several ranchers have seen him skulking around for the last few months. After the hanging I was approached by another red, a shaman or whatever those savages calls it. He too claimed that the boy was innocent, big surprise, and also said that we'd regret hanging a pure spirit.
I showed him out with the tip of my boot and had the deputy's run the crazy old sod out of town.
I didn't think much more about it until tonight when I was most forcefully awoken by a hellish racket outside. I left the bed and in the light of the stars and moon I could just about make out the gallows and Little Tree. He was swining back and forth, trying to get loose.
I drew my trusted revolver and expertly put a bullet between his eyes.
I don't know how he could've survived the hanging, I'd be damned if I'd give that horse thief a chance to run.
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Sheriffs journal. June 6
After today, I'm starting to regret hanging the boy. Folks in town have been hearing things. Growls, scratches on the doors and windows, figures roaming the streets after dark. I never put much stock in them reds and their magic, but something unnatural is going on here.



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Welcome to Trader's Ridge. A small town in the wild wild West. But something is very, very wrong here...
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You can play a Native American, one of the townspeople or a bandit that has come to town for not-so-good purposes.
Rules - Yes I know, but every rp needs some
1. No god-modding.
2. Romance, if there is any while zombies are running around, needs to be kept PG-13 or taken to PM.
3. Please try to limit your posting so no one gets left behind. If you and another person has posted 2 or 3 times, wait for everyone else to catch up before posting again.
4. No, I repeat NO one-liners. I HATE them. They make my eye twitch.
5. No arguing with me or anyone I appoint as Co-GM.
6. Any major plot points like death of a main character, if you want to be a primary (example : the true horse thief, the sheriff, the medicine man/shaman) please PM me and request before taking the role.
7. I reserve the right to add more rules should I see fit to.
8. If you have read all of the rules (yes all of them) put your favorite drink under your CS.
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Alright, now that we have gotten that out of the way, let's move on to the CS:
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Appearance: (no anime)
Name:
Age:
Occupation: (if you want to be a Native American put your place in the tribe here)
Gear:
Weapons: (2 guns and 1 melee weapon max, pictures or a good description)
Brief History:
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I will try to keep a list of all characters in either this or the next post. If I miss someone please don't hesitate to remind me.
Please and thank you

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Characters

Appearance:
Name: Star Dancing
Age: 18
Occupation: unmarried woman - cooking, scraping hides, helping with various chores
Gear: her knife, moccasins, water pouch, elk jerky, blanket, beads to trade with
Weapons: a stone knife her brother gave her for protection, has leather wrapped around the handle and a hawk's feather tied to it
Brief History: Little Tree was Star Dancing's little brother. She is the daughter of the tribe's shaman or medicine man. She is aware of the powerful magic her father is involved in and also of how bitter and vengeful he is.
When she learned of the curse he placed on the white man's town, she set out to break it. Because with a great curse such as this, a great sacrifice must be made. She has already lost her little brother, she does not wish to lose her father as well to his own stubbornness.

Appearance:
Name: Sarah Gatlin
Age: 25
Occupation: runs the bar in town ever since her husband died six months ago
Gear: revolver, 1 box of ammunition, 1 box of matches, anything she can find in her bar including alcohol, money, rags and glasses.
Weapons:
Brief History: Sarah Gatlin and her husband ran the Golden Nugget saloon up until he died suddenly from fever. Everyone thought Sarah would sell and go back east, but she surprised them by keeping the bar not only open but doing quite well. She has no problem with you as long as you take whatever fight you're in outside. And if you think you can make trouble in her place, think again. She keeps a large Irish bouncer for just such problems.

Name: Harri The Kid
Age: 21
Occupation: Outlaw
Gear: Horse, clothes, sleeping bag, ammunition, hatchet, 45$, canteen, meat and bread.
Weapons: 2 Revolvers ( the ones in the pic )
Brief History:

Harri was born into a family that owned a small ranch. One day the neighboring rancher came by to offer to buy out their ranch.Harri's parents refused as their ranch was doing quite well at the time, despite being the smallest ranch around. It didn't take long for the neighbor to rally up his men and ride over there to kill Harri's parents and take over the ranch by force. Harri was 10 at the time and managed to escape with his horse. Harri ran away and swore to one day revenge his family's death. Harri arrived at a small town where he attempted to steal food to feed himself after a few days of riding without food. He got caught, but he managed to slip away. An older gentleman offered him sanctuary in his farm with other delinquents like him. Harri spent 6 years at his farm and learned how to read, write and use a gun. He was very talented with a revolver even in an early age. He loved his 2 revolvers that the man had given him, to the point where he trained with them every day for hours.

Then when he turned 16 he rode away to avenge his family's death. He arrived at his old ranch and started shooting. He was an excellent shot so he quickly took care of the guards outside the ranch. He reloaded his guns and walked inside. The man was waiting inside, unarmed. Harri walked towards him and after a quick exchanges of words he put a bullet between his eyes. Harri quickly raided the place for money and then left back for the farm. When he arrived back at the farm to meet the others, they were already gone. In town Harri heard the news about the owner being shot to death and the delinquents had been made deputies, who called themselves the Regulators. Harri new it wasn't his place so he rode off for his own adventure. Now 5 years later he has come to Traders ridge, with a bounty on his head worth up to 250$, under the name, "Harri The Kid"...

Name: Jack Carter.
Age: 28 years.
Occupation: Deputy.
Appearance: Jack is a well-built man, still in his prime. His hair is short and brown, which also happens to be the colour of his eyes. He´s always clean-shaved and even though he's worked with the law for several years he's still unharmed, not a single scar.

He's wearing a black Stetson hat, dark blue shirt and gray/blue pants. A pair of leather boots (spurrs, of course) and a black duster completes his clothes.

Personality: Jack is not a diplomat. He's kind of hot-headed and a bit stubborn, but he'll make sure to get things done.

Background: Jack grew up in America during the civil war and became accustomed to death and fighting as some of it actually happened on his fathers land. He was a good boy and kept himself out of trouble most of the time. As a farmers son he grew strong and was raised with a good sense of right and wrong.

His father owned a Smith&Wesson revolver and young Jack was taught to shoot old rusty cans with it. He loved it, but wasn't a very good shot.
A few years later, Jack was 20, he moved away from home and settled in a nearby town called Ravine as there was one present. There he worked as a handy-man and was considered a good fellow by most of the town. Even the sheriff asked him for help sometimes. The town sheriff was an old man who worked the law in a calm community, and Jack was young and strong. When someone had gotten drunk at the saloon, Jack was there to carry the man outside. Sometimes they tried to fight back, but Jack was better at it.
Some time ago Jack saw a letter lying in the sheriffs office. Jack's a poor reader at best, but he got the sheriff to read it out for him. Apparently, the mayor of a place called Trader's ridge needed some good lawmen, and had sent a letter out to every nearby town in search for some. The old sheriff encouraged Jack to go, saying that they'd have to search long and hard to find a better man.

Equipment: One Colt Peacemaker with a 7½" barrel for better accuracy on the right side of his hip.
One Bowie knife strapped to his left thigh.
One winchester rifle '73, usually carried on his back or in it's saddle holster.
A gun-belt and holster containing thirty .44 bullets (not counting the ones already loaded in his guns).
He also owns a horse named "Sadie" and the needed riding-equipment.

Other: Jack isn't a good shot because he's a bit near-sighted. Targets that are more than 40 meters away gets too blurry to hit accurately. This has no effect on his hand-to-hand fighting skills which are a lot sharper than his shooting. Jack is a good drinker, and likes his whiskey, but his favorite drink is still a cold beer.

Appearance: guy on far left

Name: Elijah Bonnell

Age: 53

Occupation: Owner of the General Store

Gear: 96 rounds of .45 ammunition along with 6 rounds in rifle, 66 rounds of .45 along with 6 rounds in revolver, keys to his store, bottle of vodka he keeps in his room above the general store, his horse blue, gun holster, rifle sling and generally anything you can find at a general store in the old west (ie; food, water, some alcohol, ammunition, feed for animals, clothes. Don't worry I won't over use this perk)

Weapons:




Brief History: Elijah was born in the early 1800's. He was a first generation America. His parents were immigrants from France. When they arrived to America they started working in a General Store and after years of saving the odd penny or four they opened their own store. They became quite successful. Elijah helped run their store. They told him when they would pass on that he would be the next owner of the store. Elijah was ecstatic. He wanted nothing more then to carry on and do what his father did. When he was 23 the civil war started. Elijah felt the need and the call to fight. Since he was born in the Union side he fought for the Union. He survived through the whole war and it scarred him for life. He saw things that people shouldn't see or go through. When he left the army he was a decorated war veteran. After the war he found out that his parents had passed away and he was heir to everything they owned. He took whatever money his parents had set aside. He then gave the deed to a trusted friend of his parents that Elijah considered family on the terms that he kept the original store name. The man agreed. Elijah left his hometown shortly after that. He left with a caravan heading west. They eventually arrived at a small town called Traders Ridge. Elijah noticed that the General Store was going out of closed. Elijah parted ways with the caravan and decided to settle into the town. He bought that store from a owner and opened it shortly after. He changed very few things like the how the old store owner wouldn't accept anything but money. Elijah changed it so that you could also trade items. Elijah soon became well liked for this. He has stayed in Traders Ridge every since he has arrived except on a few occasions when he feels the need to go out on his horse and just ride around.

Appearance: (no anime)
Name: Ernest
Age: 17
Occupation: (if you want to be a Native American put your place in the tribe here) is a apprentice bounty hunter used to be working under a german man who came to the west in search of fortune but became a head hunter but while he was head hunting he picked up ernest as a apprentice and been raising him up until he got turned and go a bullet to the head by his own student
Gear: a hunting knife and wooden plank with nails in it
Weapons: (2 guns and 1 melee weapon max, pictures or a good description) a old winchester repeater rifle and then a peacemaker revolver then a wooden plank




Brief History: ernest used to be a servant for one of the major oil companies that were making a investment in the west but when on the way to the california there convoy ran into a headhunter and it turned out three of the men who were traveling with them were wanted men so the head hunter killed them. that was ernest's first introduction into that bussiness and before the man left ernest asked to join him in his line of work and the man agreed but as long as he got to teach him and he didnt end up dead. [and the rest can be tbr?]

Appearance: (I could use some help here, I suck at finding pictures)
A scruffy youth who has brown curly hair that always looks abnormally filthy. He has many callouses on his hands. He has brown eyes and a stern look on his brow, he always looks like he is frowning, even if he is not unhappy. He is very nimble with his hands, often able to manipulate the smallest of things.

Name: Tom Kirkpatrick
Age: 16
Occupation: Carpenter

Gear: A heirloom chisel, a old and rusty shovel, a small hammer (for use with the chisel), tool belt (used to hold small sized carpentry tools), various other small tools.

Weapons: 1 old and rusted shovel. It is a rounded type with a splintery Handel that is about 4 feet long. About a foot from the head the handle is more worn, and thins out. The edges of the shovels head are cracked and chipped from repeated use.

Brief History: Tom had a life of mediocrity and work. His father was the local carpenter, and he worked as his aid. He grew up with no mother, as she died soon after he was born. His father taught him almost everything he knew by the time Tom was 13, and then worked as a coworker at his dads business from there until recently. His father was killed by a bullet to the head when a skirmish occurred between the law and a few bandits. Tom continued his fathers business and tucked up the hurt from the incident deep within himself, it continues to fester to this day. Tom does not mourn his dad, he will not speak of him at all and if it comes up in conversation Tom will answer the question as quick ad possible or he will change the subject.

Appearance:

Spoiler

Name: Anabelle Evans
Age: 19
Occupation: Assassin
Gear: Mukki, weapons, ammunition, maps, compass, first aid kit, rope, files with targets information, canteen, clothes, money, food and anything she can find use of.
Weapons:

Brief History: Anabelle wasn’t born into the most normal family of her times. Her mom died while giving birth to her and her father. Well, we don’t want to spend the whole day just talking about a few of her fathers abnormalities. There was a main one though, he didn’t earn a living for his supposed gold mines, he killed people to earn money. Not any person, but special ones. Robbers, Politicians, contrabands, and not always he killed bad people. He wasn’t a cop, Anabelle knew that from the beginning. He got hired, killed the target, cleaned it all up and went back home for a few days with money. When he came back Anabelle and her father had the best of times. He was always joking and caring, making up for the time he wasn’t there. He sometimes even taught her some strange kicks and punches, but didn’t quite comprehend why. Only now she was thankful that he did.

James Evans died on the same year his daughter turned 15. He was killed by some outlaws while he was travelling, caught off guard and alone. Her father had already told her everything by then, so her choices was either die or live like her father. She was taken by the government to train to work for them. She realized too late that what she was doing was wrong, but the people who trained her were offering information about who killed her father. She wasn’t quitting before finding the cretins who were responsible of her beloved father’s death.

Anabelle’s reward is just one man away. Her target is a guy who killed a bunch of people in a ranch a couple of dates back. She is supposed to report about the guys occurences first and then kill him. It was weird that they didn’t really give her a lot of information about what happened in the mans past, why maybe he did what he did. She guessed it was because there weren't really any records. She just got the information, rode her horse and registered herself in the last place where they might think he might be. She hoped that soon enough she could be done with her job and get out of the small town where people talked about strange rumors in...

Name: John Black

Age: 37

Appearance: John stands at about 5'10 and weighs around 170lb. He isn't fat nor slim but has been kept in a relatively healthy shape because of his chosen lifestyle. He has medium length brown hair, a rough beard and brown eyes. He also has numerous scars on his body, the most visible of these being a smile shaped scar just under his right eye. Clothing wise he wears a white shirt with a black suit like jacket over it as well as dark blue denim jeans and worn brown boots. There is also a bandoleer wrapped around his torso and a gun holster on his right hip.

Occupation: Drifter. John pretty much travels from place to place taking certain dangerous and well paying jobs every now and then to sustain himself.

Gear: John carries a leather satchel around in which he keeps the items he lives off of. Inside is a journal which he often writes in. Besides the journal the satchel carries a water flask, two small boxes of ammo for John's handgun and whatever food John has on him at the time.

Weapons: John carries a Marlin Model 1894 Rifle, a Colt Model 1860 Revolver and an extremely sharp hunting knife.

Brief History: John was born the son a tavern maid and the actual keeper of the tavern. It was a small western town with not much to brag about really, but the tavern was usually full and John's father made a good bit of money off of the business. John however soon became extremely bored of spending so much time inside the tavern and eventually begged his father to buy him a revolver and some ammo so he could practice marksmanship in which he had grown deeply fascinated with. His father eventually gave in and bought his teenage son what he wanted, on the condition that he be trained by one of the town's deputies.

John enjoyed training with the weapon and began doing it as much as he could, which at first was pretty damn often since he always had a way to get ammo for the weapon. It was an extremely enjoyable hobby, especially when one of the towns deputies eventually allowed John to come along and hunt with him. John enjoyed hunting as well and was soon taught how to properly skin and cook an animal. Over the next few years John made a small living from hunting and selling the meat and hides that he got from the work, a lot of the time spending the money he got on more ammo for his weapons.

When John was twenty something terrible happened though. The small town was attacked by around fifteen well armed bandits and most of the settlers were slaughtered. John was one of the only people to survive, most of the others including his father being killed. A lawmen from another town not too far away found John wounded and patched him up. John was nearly destroyed by the loss of his home and family and convinced the lawmen to let him hunt down and kill the bandits who had destroyed his home. John was not satisfied though, he still felt empty and destructive. For the next ten years he traveled across the wild west helping those who needed help and killing those who attacked the weak. He took odd jobs and bounties, hoping to one day find some sort of fulfillment. The more he traveled the more he thought that the fulfillment he was looking for was his death. Eventually though he wandered into yet another town. Seeing a young boy being hung for a horse theft something had felt different. It felt weird. Hopefully this feeling was what he had been waiting to feel for the last seventeen years.

[Myst]

Appearance:
Name: Star Dancing
Age: 18
Occupation: unmarried woman - cooking, scraping hides, helping with various chores
Gear: her knife, moccasins, water pouch, elk jerky, blanket, beads to trade with
Weapons: a stone knife her brother gave her for protection, has leather wrapped around the handle and a hawk's feather tied to it
Brief History: Little Tree was Star Dancing's little brother. She is the daughter of the tribe's shaman or medicine man. She is aware of the powerful magic her father is involved in and also of how bitter and vengeful he is.
When she learned of the curse he placed on the white man's town, she set out to break it. Because with a great curse such as this, a great sacrifice must be made. She has already lost her little brother, she does not wish to lose her father as well to his own stubbornness.

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Appearance:
Name: Sarah Gatlin
Age: 25
Occupation: runs the bar in town ever since her husband died six months ago
Gear: revolver, 1 box of ammunition, 1 box of matches, anything she can find in her bar including alcohol, money, rags and glasses.
Weapons:
Brief History: Sarah Gatlin and her husband ran the Golden Nugget saloon up until he died suddenly from fever. Everyone thought Sarah would sell and go back east, but she surprised them by keeping the bar not only open but doing quite well. She has no problem with you as long as you take whatever fight you're in outside. And if you think you can make trouble in her place, think again. She keeps a large Irish bouncer for just such problems.
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Cherry Coke

[Kingdoml1]

Name: Harri The Kid
Age: 21
Occupation: Outlaw
Gear: Horse, clothes, sleeping bag, ammunition, hatchet, 45$, canteen, meat and bread.
Weapons: 2 Revolvers ( the ones in the pic )
Brief History:

Harri was born into a family that owned a small ranch. One day the neighboring rancher came by to offer to buy out their ranch.Harri's parents refused as their ranch was doing quite well at the time, despite being the smallest ranch around. It didn't take long for the neighbor to rally up his men and ride over there to kill Harri's parents and take over the ranch by force. Harri was 10 at the time and managed to escape with his horse. Harri ran away and swore to one day revenge his family's death. Harri arrived at a small town where he attempted to steal food to feed himself after a few days of riding without food. He got caught, but he managed to slip away. An older gentleman offered him sanctuary in his farm with other delinquents like him. Harri spent 6 years at his farm and learned how to read, write and use a gun. He was very talented with a revolver even in an early age. He loved his 2 revolvers that the man had given him, to the point where he trained with them every day for hours.

Then when he turned 16 he rode away to avenge his family's death. He arrived at his old ranch and started shooting. He was an excellent shot so he quickly took care of the guards outside the ranch. He reloaded his guns and walked inside. The man was waiting inside, unarmed. Harri walked towards him and after a quick exchanges of words he put a bullet between his eyes. Harri quickly raided the place for money and then left back for the farm. When he arrived back at the farm to meet the others, they were already gone. In town Harri heard the news about the owner being shot to death and the delinquents had been made deputies, who called themselves the Regulators. Harri new it wasn't his place so he rode off for his own adventure. Now 5 years later he has come to Traders ridge, with a bounty on his head worth up to 250$, under the name, "Harri The Kid"...

Coke, Regular.

[RolePlaying]

Appearance: Lance
Name: Lance Pewter
Age: 24
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Gear: 100$, Horse, Dog (Bud), Lasso, Beef Jerky, canteen.
Weapons: Lemat Revolver
Henry Rifle
Brief History: Nothing special, average joe who can shoot pretty well.

[Myst]

kingdom - accepted
roleplaying - I'm sorry but you need more history than that. Why is he in Trader's Ridge? How did he become a bounty hunter? And you need to read the rules. And you missed something in your CS. It's my fault. I said 'no anime' when I should have been a little more specific. I would rather everyone who joins use a real person pic.

[thorgili]

Save me a spot I can get a CS up soon

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Save me a spot I can get a CS up soon

[Halvtand]

And here's me.


Name: Jack Carter.
Age: 28 years.
Occupation: Deputy.
Appearance: Jack is a well-built man, still in his prime. His hair is short and brown, which also happens to be the colour of his eyes. He´s always clean-shaved and even though he's worked with the law for several years he's still unharmed, not a single scar.

He's wearing a black Stetson hat, dark blue shirt and gray/blue pants. A pair of leather boots (spurrs, of course) and a black duster completes his clothes.

Personality: Jack is not a diplomat. He's kind of hot-headed and a bit stubborn, but he'll make sure to get things done.

Background: Jack grew up in America during the civil war and became accustomed to death and fighting as some of it actually happened on his fathers land. He was a good boy and kept himself out of trouble most of the time. As a farmers son he grew strong and was raised with a good sense of right and wrong.

His father owned a Smith&Wesson revolver and young Jack was taught to shoot old rusty cans with it. He loved it, but wasn't a very good shot.
A few years later, Jack was 20, he moved away from home and settled in a nearby town called Ravine as there was one present. There he worked as a handy-man and was considered a good fellow by most of the town. Even the sheriff asked him for help sometimes. The town sheriff was an old man who worked the law in a calm community, and Jack was young and strong. When someone had gotten drunk at the saloon, Jack was there to carry the man outside. Sometimes they tried to fight back, but Jack was better at it.
Some time ago Jack saw a letter lying in the sheriffs office. Jack's a poor reader at best, but he got the sheriff to read it out for him. Apparently, the mayor of a place called Trader's ridge needed some good lawmen, and had sent a letter out to every nearby town in search for some. The old sheriff encouraged Jack to go, saying that they'd have to search long and hard to find a better man.

Equipment: One Colt Peacemaker with a 7½" barrel for better accuracy on the right side of his hip.
One Bowie knife strapped to his left thigh.
One winchester rifle '73, usually carried on his back or in it's saddle holster.
A gun-belt and holster containing thirty .44 bullets (not counting the ones already loaded in his guns).
He also owns a horse named "Sadie" and the needed riding-equipment.

Other: Jack isn't a good shot because he's a bit near-sighted. Targets that are more than 40 meters away gets too blurry to hit accurately. This has no effect on his hand-to-hand fighting skills which are a lot sharper than his shooting. Jack is a good drinker, and likes his whiskey, but his favorite drik is still a cold beer.

[RangingWolf]

what year is it in the roelplay

[Myst]

Hal - I would usually insist on a pic, but since you had such a good description I will make an exception Accepted of course.
Wolf - Late 1800's, around the turn of the century

[Halvtand]

I come from a mystical place, a roleplaying site far away. Where images were seldom used and never to describe ones characteristics, because only lazy holes-in-butts did that...
Also i find my lack of skills in describing people deplorable and feels that I need to improve them. Will try to find a picture if it should be required later on.