-Image- (no anime, realistic photos preferred, drawings or other images are acceptable as long as they are not anime.)

Personal Quote: (Something you'd like to say.)

Name: (What's your name? Do you even have one?)

Gender: (Male or Female? Something Else?)

Race: (Caucasian, Hispanic, African-American, Asian, Mixed)

Nationality: (American, French, Irish, German, Mexican)

Age:

Occupation: (What's your job? Do you have one?)

Family: (Who was your family? What did they do? Are they still alive or dead?)

Horse: (The name of your favorite horse and an image)

Possessions: (whatever you may need or carry on you)

Skills: (What are some things you're good at?)

Personality: (How are you often around others? Describe yourself in four distinct traits.)

Likes/Dislikes: (What are some things you like and things you don't like?)

Backstory (optional): (What was your life like growing up? How did you become what you are now?)

The Town Hall is located in the center of town, and is easily the tallest building in Longwater aside from the church. The current mayor, Winston Willoughby, has won the last two elections by virtue of nobody running against him. Still, he is much respected by the town, and is a competent mayor. Next to the Town Hall is the Sheriff's Office, which contains one desk, a single cell with a cot, and a coach gun hanging on the wall. The cell is empty most days, accept for the occasional drunk who tried to start a brawl.

Blucher's Armory is Longwater's most popular store, which is well stocked with whatever a traveler needs for the long rode west. As the name suggests, it is especially well stocked with weapons. The shopkeeper, Friedrich Blucher, was a former soldier of the Prussian Friekorps, and likes to keep up with the modern trends in regards to firearms. The sign above his shop says: Killing is wrong, but if you want to do it right, buy from Blucher.

St. Cyprian's Church is usually quiet except for Sunday, but the one person who spends most of their time their is Father Stone. The priest is a humble and polite man in his early forties. He would almost be considered handsome if it weren't for the vicious looking scar over his right eye. Many have asked him where he got it from, but he refuses to answer. Stone also doesn't speak much about his past, and most parishioners usually leave him alone out of respect.

The church itself is large, but plain, with simple wood pews lined up before an altar and a fifteen foot tall cross. The church is adjoined to a cemetery, but only the wealthiest and influential townsfolk can ever find plots. Everyone else is buried at Black Mountain Cemetery, which is nearly two miles from town.

Lone Heart Saloon is a typical 2-story building. Visitors tie their horses in front, cross the front porch and enter through a large swing door. There is a bar with several stools downstairs, as well as tables and chairs (most of them not in a very good condition, due to being broken in frequent bar fights). There is an ancient piano beneath the stairs that hasn’t been tuned in ages and is missing a few keys and strings. The Saloon offers a variety of drinks, from the cheapest moonshine that will knock you off (and possibly leave you blind) to the most exquisite off-the-shelf liquor imported from Europe. If you are very brave or very hungry, you can ask for a bowl of stew. Just don’t ask what’s in it!

There are several rooms on the first floor that can be rented by travelers for a night or ten or by people who want to spend some time with one of the Saloon’s girls. There are two of them currently working at Lone Heart - a beautiful Latina named Lucia, and young Johanna, daughter of a German travelling salesman who sold her to the previous Saloon owner to pay off his drinking debts. You will have an amazing time with each of them, careful though, they charge by the hour!

"Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work out so well for the rabbit."

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Age: 25

Occupation: Professional Gambler

Family: The Hart family was never a traditional, loving bunch of relatives. Instead, they were more like a business enterprise. Jack's mother is a prostitute and his father is a wealthy owner of a mine. Though his mother raised him in between her 'appointments', his father had very little do to with his son and, in fact, started his own legitimate family with a woman of social stature. Eventually his mother succumbed to illness and died, leaving Jack to find his own way in the world. Though he may have some half-siblings on his father's side, he has not had any direct contact with them.

Horse:


Possessions:
- Deck of Cards
- Revolver
- Bullet strap
- Matches
- Tobacco pouch with rolling papers
- Satchel containing a limited amount of extra clothes with room for some travel provisions
- A sack of jerky
- A billfold
- Pocket knife

Skills:
- Poker: Jack Hart is a very talented poker player and uses that skill as his main source of income
- Body language: Jack is very adept at interpreting body language and can often spot liars just by the way they carry themselves
- Novice Gunslinger: Jack knows how to point and shoot his weapon, but trick shots and long distance sniping is out of his scope. He could hold his own in a duel, but if he is surrounded by a gang of outlaws with ill intent, he would be in some serious trouble.
- Minimalist Survival: Jack knows how to start a fire, create a temporary shelter and has a decent enough understanding of local fauna that he can forage well enough to keep himself fed during a long travel experience. Hunting is not his strong suit, however, and he must prefers life in crowded areas.

Personality: Jack like to drink, smoke, gamble and lay around. If you're looking for a grizzled badass gunslinger, you've come to the wrong guy. Jack is more of a debaucherous teenager in a grown man's body. He tried to be funny, can be

Likes/Dislikes: Jack likes women, tequila, smoking, gambling and partying. He does not like manual labor, blistering heat or cheaters.

-Image- He's grown a beard recently (he only shaved it during his service because someone said it'd make him look like Lincoln). still wear's the hat.


Personal Quote: "Jaysus, Mary 'n Joseph; Oy need a drink.."

Name: Colm (Pronounced "Column") MacPherson

Gender: Man

Race: Irish (at this point in history "White" did not include the Irish, among other groups)

Nationality: Irish-American (Immigrant)

Age: 48

Occupation: Formerly a Union soldier in The Irish Brigade, currently unemployed and looking for something to do with himself.

Family: Only son of a family he'd lost to famine back in Ireland.

Horse: Gunpowder (he quickly became a fan of Washington Irving when he came to America)

Possessions: Plain clothes, still keeps his old uniform, and field equipment (including his rifle, which he carries openly). Also packed a few changes of clothes, and a handful of money he managed to save from his military service. Keeps a flask with the imprint of his family's/clan's heraldry.

Skills: Colm and the 88th New York Regiment had seem some combat, and though he never saw recognition for his service, he prided himself on his ferocity in combat. He's a quick reload with rifle, and wields it effectively as a blunt weapon as well. He's even attempted (still working on) effective reloading *while* engaged in combat, such as delivering a kick or a shoulder-check. The repeater rifles do have a certain, appeal, though... He's got some limited farming skills, and is likely to establish a homestead in the near future. Knows old Irish folklore. Speaks Gaelic and English.

Personality: Colm is a grumpy sort, a bit disgruntled and disturbed by his experiences in the Union Army (his feelings about the whole conflict were complicated, but he was eager to prove himself a good American at the time). He can have a quick temper, and has begun drinking more than he should (being Irish, many don't claim to notice a difference). He tries to assume the best in others, and is quick to defend individuals he feels are being mistreated.

Likes/Dislikes: Good whiskey, venison, cards and pub games, is becoming fascinated with Indigenous culture.

Backstory (optional): Colm Lost his family when he was still in Ireland; between sickness, and famine, his Father ordered him to flee to America while he still could. It was that, or see the family line end with him. He was eager to earn good money and prove his place as an American, and was quickly taken in by Army Recruiters. Over time, his position in the Union Army created a rift between himself and the New York Irish, effectively isolating him psychologically. He was part of the army efforts to quell the New York Draft Riots, and it more or less broke him. He turned in a mediocre performance leading up to the end of his term of service, only stepping up where he might die, otherwise, and took to drinking to cope. None the less, he went on to serve in some of the Indian Wars, as well. It was during that ending chapter of his military service that he really lost his taste for soldiering; even began looking at his "fellow Americans" the way he and his family used to look at the English, for how they treated the people under their boots (General Sherman, in particular, was what he charmingly referred to as a "Roight *mean* old bastard"). Eventually he quit the army, and headed west. He kept his rifle and uniform, however, still, in someway, proud to say he "fought the good fight" (even if expressing this meant picking a fight with former confederates, and other Irish). He'd heard rumors (to which he didn't pay close enough attention) of the state of things in Longwater, was reminded, in an odd sort of way, of Ireland, and is eager to establish roots away from the States.

Name: Achille Valentino

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: American-Italian
Age: ?? Looks to be early 30s

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Family: The Valentino (Crime) Family - Based out of New York, the Valentino family is a well established and wealthy family that is looking to spread it's influence out west. Though such expansion was to be made with proper investments and time, an unfortunate internal dispute has led them to send one of their own out west.

Horse: Brutus (also included in picture)

Possessions: Pair of revolvers, European longsword, Winchester Rifle, Double-barreled Shotgun

Skills:

Gunslinger: While skilled at long range shooting, Achille has a preference for more medium-close range combat where his supernatural accuracy is displayed with ruthless efficiency.

Hand to hand combat: With advantages in strength and speed over normal humans along with decades of experience in combat, Achille is a formidable combatant.

Hunter/Tracker: With his supernatural abilities and natural experience, Achille can track animals/targets with incredible accuracy, provided he can get hands on certain clues.

Personality: A family man at heart, Achille's whole life revolves around his family. Naturally the Valentino strive themselves to be honorable and discreet, traits that have passed on to Achille. However like all Valentinos, Achille is a natural fighter as in his world, those who are unable to defend themselves against the family's many enemies don't live very long. While Achille tends to be merciful and at times generous to the downtrodden, (the poor, sick, children) make no mistake... enemies of this Valentine will have to live with eyes over their back for as long as they live, knowing they will be hunted to the ends of the earth.

Likes: Fighting, clean kills, travelling, enjoying a good story and the occasional party

Dislikes: Those without honor, Those who would abuse the downtrodden. Not particularly fond of gambling (he never bothers to play) and alcohol.

Backstory: Simply put Achille Valentino is an esteemed enforcer for a renowned vampire family out east. After years of dominating the Italian peninsula, the Valentino family has made the grand migration towards the United States to begin anew. Over the years the Valentino family has accumulated vast wealth and incredible influence in in the New York City area. It is during this rise to power that Achille earned his reputation as being a formidable asset to the family. To achieve such wealth and prestige however comes at a cost... the Valentino family has many enemies, both of the supernatural and regular mortal kind.

Recently, a member of the family consumed with greed, killed several prominent family members as well as stealing a sizable piece of the family fortune. In response, Achille was given the task to hunt down this renegade. It's been several years and the hunt has taken Achille to the wild west. To fit in in this new frontier, Achille has ditched his formal clothing and adopted the typical look of a western gunslinger. To keep his presence a secret, Achille rarely stays in one place for too long and only undertakes quick bounty hunting missions or acting as hired gun wherever he goes in exchange for information on the run-away renegade.

Preferring to travel at night, Achille comes across Longwater hearing after stories of supernatural beings starting to turn up more frequently at the town in the hopes that his target is nearby..