[CHAR] World of the West | Western RP

[Filthy Mudblood]

Jessamine Courtwright

"Be fearlessly authentic."

Name: Jessamine Marie Courtwright - everyone calls her Jessie.

Gender: Female

Age: 24 years old

Occupation: A painted lady of Wrathlake

Family: None that she cares to speak of

Accompanied By: Danny, a mare given to her as a foal as a form of payment.

Hider

Equipment: Colt Navy Revolver and a knife she keeps in her garters

Skills: Her charm gets her through most things, as does her intellect. She really has no boundaries when it comes to self-preservation which can be viewed as selfishness but gets her pretty far when it comes to survival. She's also scarily good with a gun, as most people are these days.

Personality:
It's pretty much Jessie's job to be flirtatious, alluring and just the right amount of bold. She puts up this front of mystery, and there's a certain aspect of toughness to her that one could only expect. Underneath this character of hers, she is found to be probably the most stubborn young woman you will ever meet. She is not as confident as she may appear, but that does not mean that she isn't comfortable with herself. She likes to do things her way and her way only.

Something that she will always stick to is her brutal honesty, Jessie tends to say what is on her mind without a second thought. It tends to be primarily good things, but the odd insult or two may slip past. One thing not to be reckoned with is her fierce loyalty; despite the fact that most will look down on her - she truly is a diamond in the rough.

Backstory (optional): ugggh later

[DriveEMOut]

"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."


Name: Samuel Ulysses Grein

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Family:
Richard Grein-Samuel's Father. Deceased.
Pam Grein-Samuel's Mother. Deceased.
Abigail Grein-Samuel's Older Sister. Deceased.

Accompanied By: Wild Willy, Samuel's horse.

Wild Willy

Equipment: A Spencer Repeater Rifle.

Skills: Samuel has very good aim with his rifle, and almost never fails to hit his target. He is also very good at hand-to-hand combat, not to mention being a tactical genius.

Personality: Ruthless, Brooding, Dark, Quiet.

Backstory: Unknown.

[MissCapnCrunch]

= = = = Aɴɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ Tᴏᴘsғɪᴇʟᴅ = = = =

Cᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇs. Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ. Cᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇs

Bᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʟᴇᴀɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.

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Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Annette Rae Topsfield. Nettie by most.

Aɢᴇ
Twenty five.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Female.

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Rancher

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
Wesley Topsfield - Father - Ranch Owner
Ellen (Knoll) Topsfield - Mother - Deceased
Wesley Topsfield Jr - Brother - Unknown Location
Levi Topsfield - Brother - Butcher
Alonzo Topsfield - Brother - Doctor
Cooper Topsfield - Brother - Deceased
Bart Topsfield - Brother - Farmer

Aᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ Bʏ:
Her horse. Stone is his name, and smooth riding is his game.

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Eǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ:
Cooper Pocket Revolver

Sᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
Animals. Dancing. Sewing. Cooking. Ranching. Drawing.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Qᴜɪʀᴋs
Eats sunflower seeds often.
Bites her lower lip when she's thinking about something.
Hums or whistles when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.

Lɪᴋᴇs/Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
+ Summer time weather.
+ Working with her hands; farming, tinkering.
+ Anything creative; singing, dancing, and drawing.
+ Stories that have a happy conclusion in the end.

- Talking about the state of her father's ranch.
- People that don't have respect for their family.
- Having someone look down upon her for being a woman.
- Sleeping less than five hours during the night.

Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
Sixth child, and only daughter of Wesley and Ellen Knoll; Annette was born on a muggy summer night in the bath tub of her pa's ranch. Wesley had delivered every one of his children, and plenty of animals- but no one had seen him ever smile that large until he heard that baby girl first cry out. She was treated like a little princess, but was able to keep up with the boys, climbing a few trees and getting her knees scraped a few times in the whirlwind of growing up.

As her brothers moved on and found their own families, Nettie stayed behind and helped her mother and father on the ranch, their old age quickly catching up to their overworked bones. Ma' went first, quietly in her sleep but Pa' kept on holding on, waking up a little bit later every day. Nettie took all the chores upon herself, pushing harder and longer until she too felt the stress. She was over 20 and hadn't found a man, besides the ranch hands that came and go with the seasons and old perverts who wanted to shoot the last of their remaining seed in someone's hot hole before they kicked the bucket.

Sitting at the kitchen table, hand in hand, Wesley spoke to his daughter, their matching bright blue eyes looking at one another. "I gotta sell the farm. For us." he said, and Nettie tossed his hand down. "No!" she yelled, standing up. How dare he throw away everything they had worked so hard to keep? "Is it money you need? I'll get it. I'll work harder. I'll do more." she pleaded, her eyes welling up as she shook in anger. "Nettie.." Wesley started before another boisterous "No!" escaped from Annette's petite frame. "Don't fucking take this from me. I did this for you. I won't stop." she yelled again, storming off to her room. The door slammed. Ending the conversation and the night.

By morning Annette had already taken her father's revolver and one of their horses and took off into the town.

[Rusalka]

"May you find refuge in the shadows of the moon, when the light of the sun is too much to bear."

Ilia

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Full Name:
Hard to pronounce. Mostly goes by Ilia. Name means Shadow of the Moon in her native language

Age:
Twenty Seven

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
None

Family:

Grey Wolf - Father - Tribal Chief - Deceased - Killed by the US Cavalry

Morning Dove - Mother - Deceased - Died giving birth

Company:
Her horse - Red Ghost


Equipment:
-A bow and a quiver of arrows
-A tomahawk
-A bowie knife

Personality Traits
Mute-Taciturn-Shy-A warrior-Wise-Reckless sometimes

Skills:
Hunting-Fishing-Archery-Horseback riding-Sneaking-Medicine

Bio:
Will write later

[Mesonyx]

Scott Lynch

'When was the last time you did something for the first time?'

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GENDER
Male

AGE
Thirty Five

OCCUPATION
Gunsmith

FAMILY
Father: William Lynch - Deceased
Mother: Elizabeth Hart - Deceased
Uncle: Jasper Hart - Armsdealer
Older Brother: George Lynch - Deceased
Younger Brother: Will Lynch - Lawman - Alive
Younger Sister: Samantha Lynch - Unknown - Unknown

ACCOMPANIED BY

Able

EQUIPMENT
The Winchester Model 1886 Rifle
has a 26 inch octagon barrel that carries a standard buckhorn style rear sight and a German silver front sight. Chambered in 38-56 Winchester, it features a tubular magazine that holds nine rounds.
1873 Colt Single Action Army Revolver

SKILLS
Firearm Maintenance - Advanced Firearms Skills - Expert Marksman - Horseback riding

PERSONALITY
Scott is a social creature who is friendly and calm, but ever watchful. He can get a little trigger-happy once you get on his bad-side, but stay on his good-side and you'll have a partner to back you up. He can seem a little flirtatious from time to time, whether it's around men or women. Honestly, everyone deserves a compliment, right?

BACKSTORY
Scott Lynch grew up on a peaceful part of America, or however peaceful it could be, where he was taught how to shoot, ride horseback and shoot while riding horseback. All of that under the close supervision of his father, who had been a lawman at the time, like his older brother. He was raised with plenty of hard work and quickly gained knowledge about what lawless parties roamed the land, how a weapon had to be taken apart and put back together and how to protect himself and his family.

One day, when he was close to adulthood, he and his younger siblings went to the market in town, close by. While browsing the stores for something their father needed, they heard shouting and screaming. While they had been gone, a party of bandits had raided their farmhouse, just outside the city, and killed their mother. Their father and brother were being dragged by their necks behind the horses of whoever had been after them - the men had been strangers to Scott. By the time the bandits reached town, their father and brother had already died gruesome, painful deaths. They were left on display for everyone in town to see.

Soon after, they were being moved to another town to live with their uncle. A harsh man who only wanted to raise them best as he could. Their younger sister Samantha was the first to move after getting married. She then disappeared, having moved somewhere and never having sent a letter again. He and his brother, however, stayed and continued to learn from Jasper.

While his brother decided to work for the law, serving justice wherever he could, Scott preferred to follow his uncle's footsteps as an armsdealer. He later specialised himself in the maintenance of rifles and guns.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wishes to find the men who killed his parents and brother all those years ago, but he realised that too much time had gone by. There was no trace of who those men had been and what their motives were - save for his father being a lawman, that was.

[Simple Unicycle]

Sterling Richard Dewitt

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In this world, there's two kinds of people: those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.

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Name: Sterling Richard Dewitt
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty seven.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Family: Thomas Archibald Dewitt - Father - Deceased (died of a heart attack approximately one year ago) - Sixty three at death
Marion Claudia Dewitt (nee Wright) - Mother - Alive (living in Boston) - Fifty nine.
Henry Theodore Dewitt - Brother - Alive (living in Boston, plans on moving out West) - Twenty eight.
Accompanied By: Orson, his trusty steed. Orson is an American Paint Horse.
Equipment: Remington New Model Army Revolver (in holster on belt), Moore & Co. coach gun (in knapsack on back), Bowie knife (in holster on right boot), canteen (half-empty, in sling around shoulder), and a rope (never know when you need rope! In knapsack).
Skills: Sterling is a seasoned gunfighter, an excellent horse rider, is rather intimidating and has some basic knowledge of herbs (I.E. he can tell if something is poisonous or not, but nothing beyond that).
Personality: A stoic, callous man who prefers to shoot first and ask questions later. He doesn't care much for social conventions, instead saying things as they are or just not saying anything at all. Despite coming from a Catholic family, he is an Atheist. He is also an asexual, as he believes that any romance would distract him from what's really important: turning bounty heads over to police and getting a fat stack of cash.
Despite his rough and tough exterior, if one were to work very hard, they could get close to him and he could consider them a friend. That, or you can just buy him a bunch of drinks. An easy way to tell if he's close to someone is if he talks to them for more than necessary (I.E., adding social niceties to the conversation). Well, that or he's drunk.
Backstory: Will add later.

[TheWargod]

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Quote:"where there is peace, War is breathing over its' shoulder"
Name:William McCord
Gender:Male
Age:20
Occupation: U.S. Army |83rd Infantry Battalion| 'Buffalo Hunters'|
Family:Bradley Mccord -Deceased- Anne marie mccord -Deceased-
Accompanied By:NA
Equipment:1860 Enfield Rifle|Canteen|Hardtac
Skills:Basic Survival, and basic tasks
Personality:Stuburn, Humorus
Backstory (optional):Being Born in 1869, William McChord was born on a Field in the state of Ohio. in 1864 Bradley McCord Lost His Arm, the Doctors were astonished to see the an Infection hasn't taken its toll on the Weary man. Until in 1887 he Finally passed, and the mother had passed away in December 1889, William enlisted in the American army that same winter, now it is 1890 and he has been deployed West to Serve his country