The Wicked West

[The Narrator]

Fitting Music

"The Old Man said his last prayer. He did not beg for forgiveness, for he knew their would be none. The Old Man just wanted God to know that he would accept whatever punishment there was for him. The Old Man deserved it all.
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest, made from silver and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, for a price that was to costly.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."

The West is dangerous and untamed. Are you capable of surviving it? Its darker sides? Bullets and curses?
This Rpg plays in a world were you strike deals with the devil at crossroads, get cursed by an old gypsy lady and the natives know powerful rituals. Exorcisms are real, as well as many creatures of the night.

The setting

"So boy you are new in Oregon? Let Old Jimmy tell you something. It is a shithole. Here in St.Nicholas, Oregon progress does not seem to come. Have you heard of this Railroad thing? Faster than any horse they say. We will see about that I say... Either way, why again are you in this shithole of a town? Hopefully just stopping by. Nobody but a fool stays in St.Nicholas, everybody passing through here is running from something. So stock up on ammo and water. And watch out for the Coquille, those Indian bastards like to off wanderers."

All characters will start in St.Nicholas, Oregon. Fate brought you here in some way or another. St.Nicholas has only one saloon so this is were you will meet. The year is 1828.
The Railroad is new and exiting, weapons are mostly colts and bold action rifles. The Wild West as you know it.

The Devil, Spirits, Curses and Magic

"You want to know about those things? Well... Sit back and let me tell you boy..."

Curses
"Old O'Brien had 14 children. And I said HAD. One day in a robbery in his youth he shot a young boy. Nothing special for O'Brien, in his youth he shot dozens of men. But this one boy was the son of an old gypsy lady they say. And the old lady cursed him. She went out on midnight, unarmed, walking to O'Briens camp. As he saw the old woman approaching he pulled his gun, he ordered her to stop. But the old witch did not.
She spoke: Every son and every daughter of O'Brien shall suffer and die like her son did, every one shall end under the earth before they turn 16 years old and none of them shall have children on their own, his cursed blood will end with him.
Naturally O'Brien shot the witch, but here blood on the ground was what casts the curse. And all of O'Briens children died..."

Witches, Shamans and Warlocks cast curses, they require a sacrifice of blood. The more powerful the curse, the more powerful blood is needed.

Spirits
"Ever heard of Mahpee the bear? The toughest Indian bastard I ever saw. I shot him myself two times and he still kept moving. When he reached me he grabbed me and lifted me up like I was a child. Then he looked me in the eyes and said that Grandmother Bear would not let him die. Still don't know why he left me alive that day..."

The natives of america sometimes have powerful pacts with the spirits of the land, picking animal totems and lending part of their power. Grandmother Bear will give you strength and resilience, Trickster Fox will give you cunning and Brother Wolf will make you fast and give endurance. The most powerful are said to be able to transform into their totem.

Pacts and Magic
"Lucifer, El Diablo, The Father of Lies, The Devil. His Name does not matter. I know you don't listen to old man but believe me on this: Never strike a deal with the devil. He will offer you your greatest desire.
There once was a young man named James with his sweetheart named Rose. He was once a gunslinger but had left that life behind for her. You cant even understand that love boy. He would have given everything for her. And he did. When she fell terribly ill, tuberculosis, he went to the crossroad at night and buried a bone there. When he turned around there he was, beautiful as the morningstar.
He sold the only thing he had, his own immortal soul. Rose lived. But she shunned him.
Because that are the Devils gifts, you might get powerful or you might get your revenge, but he takes something much more valuable..."

A deal with the Devil is made at the crossroads. The Devil can make a man powerful, make him the fastest gunslinger or the richest golddigger, but he will take something. If your character made a deal with the Devil he had to give something, his soul and the life of a loved one or the feeling of love. Something.

Char Sheet

Name: self-explanatory.
Appearance: a picture or a description will do. This does include age.
Biography: What has he been through?
Equipment: Knives, Weapons, a horse, a talisman?
Skills: Is he a gunslinger, a brawler, a shaman?

[vertigh0st]

Ohhh~ A Wild West roleplay? Very neat! ^w^

[The Narrator]

@vertigh0st Glad to see some interest!
I just love spaghetti western and just rewatched the dollar trilogy so I had this idea

[Vonghese]

I'm down.

Character Sheet

Name: Nathanial Cade

Appearance: Tall and rawboned, a mix of Welsh and German with dark hair and eyes. Missing the top half of his left ear. Scarred knuckles. Early thirties. Clean-shaven when he can manage it.

Biography: A former confederate sharpshooter, Cade has since made a name for himself as a bounty hunter. He won't attack peaceful Indians, but will cheerfully collect scalps and bounties on tribes who have attacked white men. In work, he likes to ambush his target, usually at range. He will shoot a man in the back quite cheerfully and produce his warrant immediately after. He usually doesn't bother with the bonus 'alive' money. Despite his violent profession, he's a cautious man and doesn't like unnecessary risks. He also has a very low tolerance for bullshit. When a local sheriff tried to cheat him out of his bounty money, Cade called him out on it and killed him in a public duel.

Equipment: His favorite weapon is a Winchester repeater 45-70, a 'real man's gun' he dryly quips before letting some poor fool batter his shoulder to bits trying to handle the recoil. Also carries two .45 Long Colt revolvers in crossdraw holsters and a derringer on his right ankle. A bowie knife rides across the small of his back, hilt to the right, and another is in his left boot.

Skills: Aside from the usual soldierly skills of shooting, riding, and sitting around waiting, Cade has some knowledge of blacksmithing and working cattle.

[Sol Grim]

I'm your huckleberry, that's just my game.

Name: Johnny Blackburn
Appearance/age: Shoulder length long dark brown hair. Long sideburns with a handsome clean shaven face. Brown eyes with an athletic build. 32.

Bio: Johnny never knew his parents, being an orphan living in slums and pits. He was raised by thieves, all of which have since passed or moved on. He survived the West in his youth through trial and error, with a touch of luck. He's been in a few gangs here or there, but always manages to stay moving. Through his days he has learned to hunt skillfully, steal professionally, and his skills in magic are unmatched. (The card trick kinda magic). His main trade nowadays is through gambling. If he can't win on his own, he cheats.

Equipment: Two schofields at his hips. Deck of playing cards. Hunter's knife, and throwing knives. He randomly steals horses.

Skills: Stealth, prefers the quiet approach, though is also a skilled gunslinger. Thievery and pirating are common tasks on his journey. A talented hunter, uses traps and snares...or if all else fails, his guns. Magician, has a slight of hand that is faster than a blink of the eye, and his draw is just as fast. He uses his illusions to steal and pick up women.

[BoyMom035]

Hey, I'm interested. I'll get my CS up later today :)

[BoyMom035]

Name:

Lydia Thorn

Appearance:

Lydia, 28

Biography:

Lydia grew up in a small town with a drunk for a father. He would abuse her physically and sexually as a child, and even up into her teenage years. One day, she had, had enough and used his own rifle to kill him. That was 12 years ago, and she's been on the run ever since.

Equipment:

* Her trusted steed, Artak
* Her dad's rifle
*Her pistols
* Her knife

Skills:

* Despite having the rifle, Lydia is much more of an up close and personal sort of fighter.
* She's a woman, and has that special charm that women have to get what they want.
* Can ride the hair off of a horse

If there's anything I need to fix or change, let me know :)

[The Narrator]

@vertigh0st@BoyMom035@Sol Grim@Vonghese OOC is up!