Age~ 29

Gender~ Female

Personality~

At first look, Kacey appears to be a very cold, strict, and rigid leader. She is the type of person to ride through a blizzard of bullets and never break a sweat. A smile is rarely visible on her face, her cards are kept close to her chest, and she doesn’t trust easily. Though a criminal, she relies on a personal set of morals to guide her through life. They are basically her bible, the means by which she bases all her decisions.

Never steal from the poor. Give to those who need it. Be as just as you can be. Rely on facts, not opinions. Hold life above money. Never betray your companions. These are the morals she holds above everything else, and so far, she has done well by them. While she does not enjoy killing, never doubt that she will not hesitate to kill you if need be. If Kacey Johnson is sure enough to pull her gun on you, pray to whatever deity you believe in, because it would take a miracle for her to not pull the trigger, and she does not miss.

Though she has the aura of a hardened criminal, Kacey is anything but. Her exterior hides a frail, frightened little girl, stuck in the past mourning the death of her family. A desire for revenge runs deep within her, but she is far too frightened to face the demons of her past. With a heart that has been beaten and scarred so many times, she has decided to lock it away to try and give it time to heal, which has not yet been a successful endeavor. Her feelings are easily hurt, and deep down she is a normal 29-year-old girl, who would do anything for a normal life, but is self-aware enough to know that is something she will never have. Kacey was born to be anything but ordinary, and to be honest, an ordinary life would probably be even more miserable than her current existence.

When one gets close to Kacey they find her to be brimming with sarcasm and dry humor, and more laid back than one would think. She could kill you, but usually she is quite frankly too lazy to do it for no good reason. The only time Kacey pulls her gun is to protect her gang and to get the job done.

History~

Her family was not one with much money, but it was a happy one. Kacey’s father was a simple store keeper and she, her mother, and her sister all helped him there. It was in that small town that she grew up, learned to read, played with her sister, and learned all she needed to about life. The people in the town kept an eye on each other’s children, so there was not much that Kacey needed to fear, save for the sheriff. He was a very unkind and unreasonable man, and earning his scorn was enough to ruin any man’s life. Many a family had left their town because of his opposition, and because of him the town was slowly dying. Kacey’s father did nothing to hide his dislike of the sheriff, often publicly voicing his disapproval, much to the dismay of her mother. On one particular night, he was in the saloon talking with the barkeep when the sheriff walked in and heard their conversation, and that was the night her family was doomed. The sheriff and her father had an altercation and the sheriff promised that their family wouldn’t survive to see the new moon.

Two weeks after that, life seemed normal. There had been no attack, no violence, no more threats, but the air in the town was thick with fear as people milled around, staying clear of their store and the sheriff’s office. There was a storm brewing, and it was about to pour.

At mid-day on August 24th, the sheriff and his deputies entered the Johnson Family Store, and announced that Kacey’s father was wanted on charges of assault, treason, and theft. All lies, of course, but that didn’t stop the sheriff. Her father tried to argue the charges, and that was when a shot rang out through the store, causing time to stop. Apparently, her father had been resisting arrest. And apparently, her mother was a cohort in all his evil schemes, because they shot her next. After a shot whizzed by Kacey’s head, she grabbed her younger sister and fled out of the store, running as fast as her twelve-year-old legs could take her. From that moment on, Kacey hated the law. It was a vicious, lying snake that gave men the right to shoot innocent people. It was corrupt, and it was useless.

Later down the road Kacey got a job working on a ranch. She was good with her hands, and a hard worker. She tried to provide for herself and her sister, often going hungry so that at least the younger one had a full stomach. She was all that Kacey had left, and she wasn’t going to lose her. Eventually Kacey resorted to stealing food and money, learning that she was pretty good at planning out “heists.” The girl had a knack for knowing how to get away with things, but she always said it was better to escape with your life than with goods, and played it safe, never risking being caught just for some food. Live to fight another day, as it were. Eventually her sister joined her in the ranks of misfits and criminals, working as a “lady of the night” at the local saloon. Kacey didn’t approve, and after a large fight about the subject, she and her sister split ways, and Kacey went on travel the world, and to plan bigger heists. She learned medicine from the Chinese, so she would never have to stop for a doctor, and she studied strategy in London and France. How did she manage to get to all of these places? Well, let’s just say being a pretty American girl had its perks. She sometimes asked for help, and sometimes those people stuck around. As time went on, she became a leader of the group known as The Johnson Gang, and that is where she resides today.

She was a mother once. In London a bright young man swept her off her feet, they got married, and had a little boy. The father became an abusive drunk, and one day he came home in a rage and started beating her son. Kacey wasn't home at the time, having had to run out to the store. When she came home and saw the bloodied body of her little boy crumpled on the ground, all self control left her. The father disappeared that night. Kacey buried her son on the outskirts of London, and returned to America. She has never told anyone about this incident.

Weaknesses~ Her sister. She has an injury to her left leg that sometimes plays up and can be an issue.

Strengths~ Intelligent, fast reflexes, master markswoman.

Other~ Always carries several weapons on her. Owns a very sassy Mustang mare by the name of Pegs. She has a locket that contains a picture of her son in it.

Pic/Description~ Kacey is a lean, muscular woman of about 5’5. Her straight brown hair is usually either in a braid or left down during a heist, using its thickness to make it harder to see her face, which is dusted with freckles. Looking at her, you would never imagine this tiny thing to be the fierce leader of a gang, but in her gray eyes you can see her calculating your every move, always watching for some sign that it’s time to move. She doesn’t care for dresses, so she usually wears more practical clothing, save for a pendant with a picture of her family in it. Her gun is always in its holster at her side.

Name~ Desmond or Dezzy to close friends who know how to dodge a friendly punch to the face

Age~ 29

Gender~ male

Personality~ Dry sense of humor and little patience for fools, quick to say his mind and quicker to back it up with his knuckles. Does not enjoy having his time wasted. When he's at ease though simple enough to talk to. Having Cinnamon around helps with that. Can even crack a joke or two, if he doesn't think you're an idiot.

History~ His father ran a brothel out of an old hotel, Desmond was one of three children being raised there at the time. Became close friends with Cinnamon, a girl being raised there as well and a few years younger then him. He unofficially adopted her as his little sister, keeping an eye out for her and when he became old enough to run off on his own taking her with him. Des had no interest in running the place in his father's steps and when it was suggested Cinnamon might start working there when she grew old enough decided it was time to leave. Not one for half measures, Des made sure his dad wouldn't come after them by putting a bullet in him and stealing all the cash the man had to take with them. As well as his father's horse, guns, and favorite coat which was far too big for him at the time but he'd always been jealous of. He and Cin were on their own for a bit roaming from town to town, taking odd jobs here and there and scraping by somehow. Then came the Johnson gang.

Weaknesses~ Cinnamon is first and foremost, Des sees her as his little sister. Carrying himself usually as a blunt or cold person, Des has issues with opening up to others or turning his back to them. Nothing in particular caused this insecurity, just years of having to look out for himself and Cin. Even before they ran off on their own, Des was basically without support despite the amount of people that were always around them. A child is easy to miss in a crowd of women lifting their skirts for coin. Likes his drink.

Strengths~ A quick shot and a quick fist, decent rider when it comes to it but prefers his boots on the ground. Quicker that way. Carries a bull whip, reaches for that before his gun and is tough to match when he's got it snapping over head. Pretty good at reading people, much as he hated the brothel he picked up a trick or two there when it came to figuring out what people wanted. Which is why he tends to be pretty distrustful, what people want rarely lines up with what he and Cin want after all.

Other~ Still has his father's horse, a big long legged thick barreled gelding he calls Lucian with a dark bay coat. His father called him spot, but Des thought that was stupid since the only white on the horse was a few socks so he changed it.

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One shot one kill, all luck no skill

Name~ Cinnamon, Cin

Age~ 18

Gender~ female

Personality~

History~ Her mother worked in a brothel and didn't put much effort into raising Cinnamon. Instead she was raised mostly by the woman as a group, alongside one or two other children born from nights with Johns. One of them was Desmond. Their history is connected from start to current.

Weaknesses~ Sheltered, or as sheltered as a gang runner can be. Des did solid work keeping her ignorant to most of what her mother was up to and the situation around their departure. Naive and often rushes along head first without a second thought.

Strengths~ A fair shot, better with a horse then Des could have ever taught her. Picked it up on her own and through being on the road constantly. Pretty decent hand when it comes to throwing a stitch or two, a good medic when you can't get to a healer fast enough. And when it comes to tracking? She always ends up taking the lead there with no protest from Des when they were on their own.

Other~ stole a dappled grey filly soon as she decided she was too big to ride behind Des on Lucian anymore. Calls her Trip.

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NOT FINISHED DON'T READ IT gotta feed the cat

Name~ Lizzy

Age~ 2

Gender~ Female

Personality~ Sweet, mischievous, always getting into trouble.

History~ She got rescued from a burning barn.

Weaknesses~ None. Lizzy is mighty.

Strengths~ Good hunter.

Other~ Basically the community cat that keeps the mice population down in the food wagon.

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Name~ Emily Florence Lynch

Age~ 24

Gender~ Female

Personality~ Emily is definitely not the best of people, nor does she pretend or try to be. She is wild, rebellious and careless. Not for a day has she taken life seriously and doubts she ever will. She does what pleases and entertains her, no matter how reckless it is. Emily has no filter between her mind and her mouth nor between her mind and her actions. She speaks and acts without considering the consequences for herself or anyone else and tends to wear those consequences like a badge. She is a master liar and will tell as many lies as possible to get out of a bad situation or being caught. She will say or do anything to get her will or her way. She's not afraid to use another's confidences against them.

Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, however, she’ll never admit it. Emily is fiercely loyal to her chosen family, the Johnson Gang. Sure, she'll still pick on them and but heads with them but they're her people, she'd never betray them. She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour

Her ways make her seem heartless to a majority of people. Inside she does possess a soft heart, however, an almost impossible to break shell is in the way caused by her upbringing and past. Inside she’s still broken by the past, something she turned to a rebellious, wild nature to cover the wounds. She’d never admit so, she’s come to a point where she fools herself constantly. On top of her grief she has a form of vengeance toward her parents and past relationships.

History~
Emily’s mother never liked her. Born an only child of an owner of a large string of emerging banks throughout the west and his wife, Martha, The money Michael earned paid enough for the family of three to live a rather luxurious life and Emily hasn't known a life without such a lifestyle. While most parents cooed over their children Martha groaned. It wasn’t that Martha didn’t like children, she loved them in fact, but seemed to possess some dislike toward Emily for no reason. As her father was out on business trips extremely often Emily was left to almost defend from herself

Perhaps a reason for Martha’s displeasure in her daughter was Emily’s knack at not excelling… at anything. She was never a high achiever in school, never excelled on piano when her mum bought her lessons, wasn’t the standout in ballet. The list goes on. As time went on the pair started arguing, it became evident there was problems between them and, as Emily’s father was either away on a work trip or too busy to deal with her Emily was practically left to fend for herself.

With little guidance Emily mixed with the wrong crowd, however, she had fun. Soon enough she was known for a bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for defacing properties and even minor thefts. As time went on she had learnt the best tactics to not being caught.

Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a part, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking off to parties has become more common despite her mother trying to run her daughter's life. Only days after her 17th Emily ran away from home and relied on her charm, overnight lovers and thievery skills to live off. She lived like this for three years before being found by the Johnson gang as both attempt a robbery on the same property and was quick to join their gang.

Weaknesses~

• Her dog and her gang
• Alcohol- she can't say no to the stuff
• Has trouble letting thing go

Strengths~

• Doesn't care what people say/think about her.
• Can "negotiate" her way out of a lot of things
• Decent musician
• She's gained quite a few tactics for not being caught.

Other~
She has a horse named Romper and pitbull named Fido.

Pic/Description~
Emily stands at approximately 5'10" and weighs in at 152lbs with a slim body and the, ever-so-slight, bit of muscle. She's a natural ginger. Her hair sits in waves, varying in how 'loose' they are depending on the weather and when she brushed or washed her hair last, and it, generally, reaches bra strap length. She has deep chocolate brown eyes that seem to almost always sparkle with either a suggestive glance or the look of triumph if she's just dished an insult, sarcastic reply or something of the likes. Her soft lips are often sporting a smirk and she has a small scar on the peak of her left cheekbone.



Note- Of course, she'll be in time period clothes my fc just has not pics of so XD

Age~ 24

Gender~ Female

Personality~ Unlike her older sister, Kacey, Laura often wears her emotions on her sleeve. Her feelings in a situation or towards a person are often deep and passionate. Knowing that she tends to react on feelings rather than thinking her options out has helped her to somewhat tame them over the years. Her aim has never been to become stone cold though, and seeing her sister often put on such a cold exterior pains her deeply. Laura has a playful and curious mind, constantly wanting to learn and explore. Unfortunately this can be inhibited by her hatred of being controlled and told what she can and cannot do, occasionally mistaking someone's teaching methods as such. All her life she has been wild and free, and trying to change that only ever drives her away. That fact has caused strife between her and Kacey in the past.

Laura enjoys taking care of and pleasing others. Whether she'll admit it or not she wants a man to love and settle down with one day. Sadly her taste in men draws her to those who aren't interested in that kind of future. Even when she knows her infatuation for someone is unhealthy it's usually not so simple for her to turn off her feelings.

In short she is a passionate person. If she likes and cares for you she'll grace your world with many caring gestures, but if you are someone who has fallen on her bad side she can be a nightmare.

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History~ (See Kacey's history for a more in depth explanation of her childhood history.) After the death of her parents when she was 7 her life drastically changed. Suddenly going from a relatively normal and peaceful family and childhood to now being on the run with the only familiar thing in the world being her sister. To say that it was hard would be an understatement, but over time she learned to cope with their newfound circumstances. While her older sister worked countless hours on the ranch to provide for the two Laura would usually spend her time with the other children or exploring the country side. When she grew a bit older she'd work to help the women in the house, sweeping, collecting eggs, making biscuits, any jobs like that but she still allowed herself the time to do as she pleased.

It didn't take long for those around her, namely the boys, to notice that she was growing into a beautiful young woman. Kacey tried to shield her younger sister from the troubles that she was sure to find but Laura's rebelliousness was as wild and strong as ever. After a particularly bad falling out the sisters split ways. Laura left with a young man who promised to married her, the two seemed so in love. Not long later she found herself waking up in a hotel and the man no where to be found, just like all her money and possessions. Desperate for work, and even more desperate to not go crawling back to Kacey, she found work at the local saloon. First she started with sweeping floors and washing sheets, soon she moved to cooking meals and serving drinks. She could see that the real money was brought in by the women who served an item that could not be ordered at the bar, those who entertained the men in every way they desired. Laura chose to take up this job, not in desperation or from coercion but because she saw an opportunity and wanted to take it. In a way it made her feel good, all the attention and compliments flowing in. But she never truly settled into this life, her mind was always open to new adventures.

About two years back Kacey happened in to the saloon where Laura was employed. The sisters nearly didn't even recognize each other at first but soon were talking and reconnecting. She decided to leave her job to travel with Kacey and her gang. Since then her skills at living on the run have developed. The various members have taught her many things, but she still has much to learn.

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Weaknesses~ Emotional, doesn't always think things through. Isn't particularly strong or good at strategizing.

Strengths~ A decent shot, people person, fast on her feet.

Other~

Pic/Description~ Standing 5'6" with a fit but womanly figure Laura isn't someone you'd be intimidated by just from looking at. Her wavy long hair is a dusty blonde color and is usually loosely held back, strands falling freely to frame her face. She has big blue-gray eyes that are full of feeling. It's easy to tell that she cares about her appearance, she always strives to look well but doesn't allow it to take up all her time and attention.

Age: 32
Gender: Male

Personality
Angel would like to think himself to be perceived as a lighthearted sort. He laughs with others, at bad jokes, at funny circumstances and when he feels the most comfortable. But he also laughs at the most macabre things you might think of, most of all death. The death of others, the thought of his own death and most importantly: the death which he causes. He has a tendency of lying very frequently, even about the most mundane of things. He’ll often tell tales of his past, and it’s always hard to tell when he’s pulling your leg or actually telling the truth. Angel vehemently despises alcohol for whatever reason, and can ofttimes be seen throwing scornful glances at peers who partake in drinking.

The man lacks any sort of code of conduct or honor or morals, it would seem. The only reason anyone would see fit to have him around is that he’s effective. He doesn’t necessarily carry out orders particularly well, since he has a nasty habit of improvising when something doesn’t sit right with him. However, Angel works well with others, even though he doesn’t work as well for others. He doesn’t abandon his comrades when things look grim and he gladly offers his advice on anything - even though his advice may not be the most advised advice you could get.

History
Angel’s origin is somewhat up to debate. He’s claimed that he was born to a poor family who didn’t want him and decided to leave him at the doorstep of a rich, pampering couple who he ran away from at a young age because he felt the call of banditry in his blood. No, he was kidnapped by injuns when he was a baby and raised to become a savage native, that’s why he’s so fierce and hot-headed. Actually, he was never born, so to speak. He emerged from the heavens as an angel of death, set upon the world to wreak havoc.

But there’s a tale told of a boy who lived with a large and simple family. Simple, but happy. They all worked on their field, traded using grain and celebrated birthdays and other important occasions with themselves and close friends. The tale tells of a boy who grew up to be a man, dissatisfied with the way his life was set up to be, a man who snuck out into the night and left a family distraught. The man did many things during his travels, he experienced much honorable enough work, but nothing quite made him feel right. The tale tells of a man who thought it was unfair how some people had more metal chinking in their pockets than others, and decided to do something about it. The man shot the wealthy but found that the poor would not associate themselves with a bandit.

But eventually, the man found a family. Several families. Some families experienced betrayal, some families experienced death, some families simply decided it was no longer worth it. Throughout the years, the man started to find himself less and less bothered by death. He lost many friends, and he killed many who he didn’t care for. He had also brushed shoulders with it himself in many a different way. One might say, he started to take a shining to death. It was easy, it was something he could do, and it was a relief when he emerged the survivor. And maybe a part of him wanted to find someone better at it than him.

Weaknesses: Insubordinate, has a tendency of escalating hostile situations, lies frequently.
Strengths: A charming hispanic accent, excellent gunslinger, fantastic liar.

Other: Always carries with him a revolver and a trusty Winchester rifle. Doesn’t really own a horse, but somehow always has one anyway…

Description:
Angel has a lean build and stands at about six feet even in height. His skin tone could well be described as “honey”-coloured and his face is adorned by a subtly unevenly grown goatee and moustache. His hair is dark, curly and often cut short, and his eyes have a dark brown colour. His face could be described as a bit gaunt, but he never looks unhappy: in fact, he is almost always found with a lazy smile across his face. He keeps his revolver holstered on his left hip and his rifle on his back, protruding over his left shoulder.

Alexander Hamish Cortland

Age~ 24

Gender~ Male

Personality~

Alex is a very sensitive and kind individual. He can feel the pain that others are feeling, and adjusts his personality to fit their needs. Being able to see the inner person, as well as their outward mask, Alex is able to distinguish how he needs to act around anyone he is with. Fake people are like poison, and he avoids them at all costs. With a deep sense of morality and idealisim, you might call him a dreamer, but he is capable of taking concrete steps to realize his goals and make a lasting impact. Helping others is something he loves to do, but even though you could probably find him feeding the homeless and helping those in need, what he really wants to do is get to the heart of the issue so people don't need to be saved at all. Though soft-spoken, he has very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea he believes in. He is decisive and strong-willed, but rarely uses that energy for personal gain. Alex acts with creativity, imagination, conviction, and sensitivity not to create an advantage, but to create balance. He believes that nothing would help the world so much as using love and compassion to soften the hearts of tyrants.

A walking contridiction is what one might call Alex. He is kind and warm, and yet can be cold and sarcastic, he is creative and idealistic, but logical and pragmatic. Sensitive, dedicated and passionate, yet he can shut off his emotions and give up on ideas. Being this way has caused him to be very careful as to who he lets in, as some people find his unpredictable personality a bit overwhelming. Thus around people that he doesn't know well, he is cool, polite, awkward and kind, whereas when he is around people he knows well Alex is energetic, almost bubbly, witty, and warm. He is extremely private and doesn't open up easily, yet on occasion he will let in some people faster then others.

Due to his unique ability to read persons personalities, he knows your intentions and what kind of a person you are as soon as he meets you. At times, he may seem to know you even better then you know yourself. This fact, despite his kindness, makes him one of the most dangerous people you could ever meet. He's not the type to get revenge, but if you give him a reason he will open up, create, and mutilate every emotional wound you have. Alex knows your weaknesses, he knows what will hurt you, and it scares him to know just how easily he could emotionally rip someone apart, and that is another reason why he is so introverted and shy. He is scared of the monster living inside his mind. Scared that at some point, someone will make him angry enough to unleash it.

In short, Alex is a very kind and warmhearted person that will fight to protect his moral standards and his own personal code, and if you double cross him it will be the worst mistake of your life. When he decides you are his friend, Alex will protect you and be there for you until the end of his life.

History~

Alexander was born to a wealthy military family in southern England. Growing up he had the finest tutors, started learning combat from an early age, and picked up hobbies very quickly. Piano was something he was especially gifted at. Composition and music came to him almost as easily as breathing, and he had wanted to be a musician. A prodigy, he was called. His father started to groom him from an early age to keep on the family tradition of joining the military, getting married, have a child, groom them to join the military, repeat, but Alex wanted more.

When Alex was 15 years old he met a very odd American woman by the name of Kacey Johnson. Her personality and tales of her adventures in the east excited him, he wanted to be like her. He became her student, learning strategy, the American way of fighting, and a little bit of her knowledge of medicine, but they focused mainly on combat. One day he heard of a terrible accident that happened, resulting in the death of Kacey’s husband and three-year-old son. He knew that Kacey would be leaving, but he wanted to go with her. His father would never allow it, and far be it from Kacey to take care of him while she was having her own troubles. She promised him that if he looked for her when he was older, she would take him in and let him continue his studies with her, which is exactly what happened.

He came to America when he was eighteen years old and spent two years looking for Kacey. It was a bit of a shock to him when he found that she was now the leader of a gang, but he still asked to be her student again out of loyalty to her. He knew it would be an adventure, and an adventure was what Alex had been looking for in the first place.

Weaknesses~ Can be too forgiving and absolutely hates conflict. He has never been able to bring himself to kill anyone.

Strengths~ While he won’t kill anyone, he is excellent at hand-to-hand combat, shooting, and is an excellent horseman. He doesn’t kill, but he’ll disable someone in a heartbeat.

Other~ N/A

Pic/Description~

He has dark brown, almost black hair and bright amber eyes. A little bit on the skinny side, he stands at a decent 6’0. Not the most intimidating person at first glance, especially when you see the smile that he is almost always wearing. He tries to keep himself looking decent, though it’s not uncommon to find him with dirt on his face and messy hair as he runs around, trying to get everything done since he procrastinates till the last second.