[OOC] The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

[Grec]

RP Information

This is a RP where you can be any Supernatural entity you want set in an Alternate Version of the Wild West. It is Casual to Advanced, meaning you can post a couple of paragraphs in something like an interaction to move things forward or several long detailed paragraphs.

Preface

Welcome to Kansas in the Savage West, a 19th century North America where Vampires stalk their prey at dark, Werecreatures patrol the wilderness in packs, vile Mages plan their ascensions into near god-like status, Demons possess the bodies of vulnerable men, Fairy's abduct human children and replace them with their own and Ghosts haunt derelict corners they refuse to leave and possess humans they take interest in. Many more Supernatural Horrors wander the world like Gargoyles and primordial evils as dangerous as the Gods told in legends.

Civil War has ended with a Union Victory, and Abraham Lincoln has been shot dead by John Wilkes Booth. The nation is in mourning, but that's not the only thing wrong in North America. The Goddess of Ice and Rebirth known as the White Wyrm that served a tribe that worshiped her weeps, as her tribe has been killed by the settlers of the Frontier, and her tears manifest themselves as ice and snow. This winter, known as the Weeping Winter, has been going on for a year, and things are looking grim. In addition, the White Wyrm's powers have raised corpses from the ground that roam the Savage West, consuming all they encounter. Bandits such as the all-female Silver Sisters pillage and pilfer the world at any opportunity to survive the Winter.

Yet there is hope in this world yet, as groups of people try to end the Weeping Winter. Some Necromancers seek to revive the White Wyrm's sacred tribe, some seek to form new religions to appease the White Wyrm with new followers and some even seek to cover the land in eternal fire. To survive in this world, you must either be stooped up in a town with a mighty good Sheriff, be a dangerous Supernatural entity or in a Posse with members with good shots or with Supernatural powers.

Species Information

(note these aren't the only species you can be, you can be any species of your choosing)

Vampire: Vampires are immortal, require blood to live and are weakened by the sun. All vampires have increased Strength, Speed, Magical Abilities and Healing Factors. Other species than Vampires can also become immortal and gain enhanced strength and speed from drinking Vampire Blood.

Werecreatures: Werecreatures have powers that can range from anything to control of Elemental Forces to Enhanced Senses. They can also switch between Animal, Werecreature, Man-Animal and Human form. In their Man Animal form, they are around 7-8 feet tall and the Werecreature form makes them 9-12 ft tall. They have amazing speed, strength and incredible healing factors, even better than a Vampires

Mages: Mages have incredible destructive capability and can range from anything like Warlocks to Necromancers to Wizards. They are weak defensively but strong offensively.

Demons: Demons possess man and beast alike, or can be demons in human or animal form. They possess "True Demon Forms" that they can activate which gives them enhanced physical and magical abilities, but they can only activate this form so many times a day. They also have healing factors superior to Vampires but inferior to Werecreatures.

Fairies and Changelings: Changelings are fairies in human form that were swapped for normal human children. Fairies and Changelings can take many forms, some strong at magic and some strong physically.

Ghosts: Ghosts are people or animals who have recently died and are bound to earth by an object, place or person. When in their Spirit form they have access to powers, are invisible but still killable, and are unable to attack physically unless through poltergeist activity such as possessing a gun or human.

Character Sheet

Character Sheet

Name/Alias: (What do people call you?)
Species: (Human or Supernatural)
Species Lore: (If species is original)
Appearance: (Image or Text)
Faction: (what group(s) they belong to)
Biography: (Who are you?)
Personality: (Three Words that Describe)
Melee Weapons: (Melee weapons and the like)
Projectile Weapons: (Bows to Crossbows to Guns to perhaps something else)
Skills/Abilities: (Tell us about your cool cool trick! Special techniques, Latent Powers and auxiliary abilities go here)
Other: (Anything extra you want to add?)

[Vashonn]

Have an idea in my head, but I was wondering where exactly this RP is gonna be located. Is there a specific area of Kansas you had planned, or are we free to roam throughout the newfound state? Also, how particular are you going to be about historical accuracy? I know its fantasy and all, but around when did all of this magic and sorcery start to appear?

I'll try and have my CS posted up later tonight!

[Grec]

@Vashonn You can roam all of Kansas, which if you know anything about Kansas the Eastern part is civilization and the West is mostly desert.

Also, imagine this as a world that's exactly as our own, but with Fantasy Creatures and Magic that most everybody knows about, whether in myth or experience.

[Pep]

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[Grec]

@Pep Approved, I'll start the RP when I can think up of my character

[Grec]

@Pep

I must ask what town does she hail from, though? Here's a list of Cattle Towns in Kansas. I recommend Wichita.

[Pep]

@Grec I figured it would be whatever town the rp starts in, for the sake of making the introduction easier. Would that be Wichita?

[Grec]

@Pep Well it'll probably be Wichita but it might change depending on were everyone decides to start

[LordofthePies]

@Grec

My Hider

Name/Alias:
Marissa Mullen
Aka. The Red Ghost

Species:
Ghost, although is inhabiting a human host.

Death:
Burned to death while she was sleeping. The house was struck by lighting in the middle of a serious storm, starting a fire that was difficult to put out.

Bound:
She's bound to the only thing that survived the fire, a bracelet.

Appearance:

Before Death

She has bright red hair and green eyes.

Ghost 1
A charred skeleton. It was what was left of her after her house burned to the ground.
Ghost 2
She appears as her Before Death self but wearing a white sleeping gown, the very clothes she burned to death in.

Host

Brown hair, brown eyes. She wears the bracelet that she's bound to, which is still covered in ash.

Bracelet

Faction:
None at the moment.

Biography:
Marissa was a simple stable owner. She was friendly and gregarious, but, unlike her horses, was a woman that couldn't be tamed. She was passive in the sense that an erupting volcano was calm. Marissa had a fire inside that would make the flames that burned down her house blush. She was an angry woman that always had some kind of opinion. She was the kind of person that could start a fight in an empty room. Although, when she wasn't angry, she was a very kind, smart woman with a passion for her job. Marissa tended to be like a second mother for any of her friends, making sure they were well equipped to face the world. She still holds most of those aspects, but her outlook on life is dampened now that hers has officially ended.

With Marissa's death came more of a temper and less of her well-known friendliness. She's been dead longer than a minute and isn't too happy about the way she went.

Personality:
Firey, kind, pessimistic.

Melee Weapons:
She has a butcher knife that she got from her current host's father, who was a butcher.

Projectile Weapons:
Marissa's host always had a gun in the house, and while she was out wondering Kansas, she took it with her, leaving the family temporarily unarmed.

Skills/Abilities:
Ghost:
Possession (Both with objects and people, but with some living things she has to fight to keep her host)
Telekinesis, but only when feeling a strong emotion such as anger.
The ability to phase through things
The ability to start small fires
Host:
Telekinesis (Carries over from ghost)
Excellent cook (If that matters any xD)
Guns (She has a gun and knows how to use it)
Horse riding (Carries over from death)
Animal Handling (Carries over from death)
Wilderness Training (After a bit of experience and a couple books)
The Awesome Ability to Read (Host is a librarian's daughter)

[NewShoesForever]

Definitely has my attention. I'll have my character sheet in by the end of the night.

[Grec]

@LordofthePies Approved, but need to understand by Ghost 1 and Ghost 2 does that mean she has multiple ghost forms?

[NewShoesForever]

Burst Shockwell, Adventurer from the 22nd Century

Name/Alias: Burst Shockwell

Species: Cyborg

Faction: 'The Beaurau of Anomaly Assessment'

Biography: Born to Tina and Amadeus Shockwell of the Grand United Planetary Fleet in the year 2158 A.D, Burst found himself following in his father and mothers footsteps, working for the Explorative Science Division of the fleet. Fate had a different plan for the talented young man, though, as the Buearau of Anomaly Management sought to use his talents in their neverending quest to save the universe from those who would do reality harm. Finaly finished with his training, the young adventurer has been given his first mission. An odd mission. One with possibly supernatural origins. The time: 300 years ago. The place: Kansas, USA, Earth

Personality: Boistrous, consciencious, passionate

Projectile Weapons: The ionotizer 9000, a retractable shoulder-mounted array of force-missiles

Skills/Abilities: A mastery of far future technology, an intimate understanding of many fields of science, a variety of utility based implants, including a universal translator and a retractable tool arm.

[LordofthePies]

@Grec, Ghost 1 and 2 do in fact mean two ghost forms. If you have a problem with it I'll change it <.<

[Grec]

@LordofthePies No that's ok

@NewShoesForever I'm a little on the fence about this, since I'd like the characters to fit the time period at least. And if the Weeping Winter was solved in one way or another, why are they sending people back?

Idk, maybe if the cyborg technologies was given to him by aliens it'd allow him to be a character from the time period.

[NewShoesForever]

@Grec

Hmmm... I see. The idea was actually that some other, more subtle/obscure event was causing the time anomaly, not the Weeping Winter itself. Still, if that doesn't pass the smell test, I can try to think of a more viable workaround.

[Grec]

@NewShoesForever I'd also have to say your character should be able to be penetrated by the caliber of bullets used in the Wild West, just to put him on a even playing field in PvP

[NewShoesForever]

@Grec

Got it. He obviously can't have any kind of armor or anything. Has to blend in with the time period.

Again, if the whole thing doesn't work from a conceptual level, I can try something else.

[Lurking Shadow]

@Grec

Would it be alright if I do a char with some degree of control over cold weather, nothing that would solve the weeping winter by itself. It would also be a bit villainous. Not that it is outright hostile to anyone, but it is carnivorous and has a taste for humans on occasion though that is not it's sole diet. If this is not suitable for the RP, I've got a another idea.

[Pirouette]

Hi! I wrote a two-fer, pulling from a sort of True Grit inspiration. Hope this is ok!

The Undertaker

Name/Alias: John Bernard Hardin
Species: Human
Faction: Wichita's Undertaker
Biography: A man who has defied the odds and lived a full life on the frontier. In his youth, John was born into a homesteader family, one of the first in Kansas. There isn't much John remembers, save for the number of times the natives harassed them, and in truth, doesn't like their kind. When John became of age, he joined up with the military and fought in the Southeast during the Mexican-American War. He fought tooth and nail to survive. Often noted for his careful and calculating disposition, he caught some attention by the brass and throughout his long military career, he crawled up the ranks to Sargent Major, highest non-commissioned officer ranking.

Following the victory, he got his revenge and then some on that natives as he was reassigned to regiments that protected the frontier. One man could only handle so many preemptive raids on those savages before the amount of women and children deaths got to him. Resigning at a fairly old age, he got out just before the Civil War. He tried his best to establish a quiet life, just like his father before him. He married, had a daughter, and carved out a sort of ironic life as an undertaker. In John's eyes, he was trying to do good by the dead for the all the wrong he did, even though it was never going to be enough. He knew this but did what he could to respect the dead and coincidentally, protect the living.

John's wife and daughter perished from illness early in the Weeping Winter. On the day he buried his family, he decided that he had seen and experienced enough and, barring an act of God, he'd end his life that night. Strange how the good Lord works but He gave to John a sign that he had not expected. On the last burial of the day, a child with no apparent family or friends as not one soul showed to mourn, the child awoke with blazing green eyes. A sign of a Ghoul and even though John was urged to act, he didn't. Perhaps out of giving up or maybe the good Lord telling him so, the child was not some mindless husk like the rest. The child wept, confused with her death and reawakening. John spent that night helping that child and has been helping ever since. For whatever reason, this burden was placed on John and he'd do what he could to see this until the end.

Personality: Gentle, Cautious, Reserved
Melee Weapons: Shovel
Projectile Weapons: 1860 Colt Revolver, Springfield Musket-Rifle, Twin-barrelled Shotgun, TNT
Skills/Abilities: Good Marksmen. Resourceful. Battle-tested.

The Ghoul

Name/Alias: Daisy Juniper Addams
Species: Ghoul
Species Lore: An undead monster that depends upon the consumption of human flesh to sustain itself. They have frightening physical traits of increased speed and strength. Their heart doesn't beat, blood doesn't flow, but they can sustain damage like normal. They also have incredible regenerative abilities but cannot regenerate on an empty stomach and must consume human flesh to recuperate. The experienced hunter, Undertakers usually, use fire and explosives to cripple the creatures, after that it is just a matter of burying them again.

Often times, these undead beasts act wild and primitive cannibals with only the the desire to consume living flesh. The wild forms are products of evil and vile spirits possessing the bodies of the dead that were not properly respected. This is often reflected in their savage, creature-like appearances. The best way to avoid a ghoul is to bury the dead and keep them buried. However, with the rarest of circumstances, a fierce spirit of the deceased can refuse to leave their body after their untimely demise. Usually driven by revenge, these undead are more sophisticated than their primal cousins and retain most of their former selves.
Faction: Service to Undertaker Hardin

Biography: There isn't much that Daisy remembers from her past life. She had a very silver-spooned upbringing, living in a grand estate with servants and the like. She didn't live in Wichita as the town is noted as being unfamiliar to her. She can't remember why she ended up here but remembers that she couldn't stay home. It might have been her father that took her away but the man who took her away is a blur in her memory. Whoever that man is, Daisy hates that man even if it is her father. He killed her, or at least caused indirectly to her death. She is sure of that.

The Undertaker has been a nice enough man to help her find that man, because she doesn't care about much other than finding that man. The Undertaker must be protected, he's trustworthy.. No. He's vulnerable, himself, much like how Daisy feels. That's why Daisy trusts him. Maybe when they both find this man, they can find rest together.

Personality: Reserved, Loyal, Uncaring
Skills/Abilities: Increased Speed, Strength, Regenerative capabilities. Must feed on flesh to regenerate. Doesn't need sustenance from anything else. Feels little pain and only some emotion occasionally.

[Vashonn]

Alright, got this finished up - if there's anything you need clarification on/would like changed, just lemme know.

Wrapped Desperado

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Human, Undead (?)

Ties to the demon, Aglan

Rumors been driftin' 'bout, speakin' of a white-wrapped vigilante ridin' through the snow on a bright white skeletal steed; fast as the wind, he roams through the Weeping Winter wilderness, stirrin' up the souls o' the dead. Men burst into the taverns at night shaken from the wind and bitter cold, but a great deal of 'em learned to be home before midnight, lest the White Rider came to lop off their head. They say he came from up north, in Nebraska territory - or up past that. A lotta folks don't much care where he came from, so long as he ain't stayin'.
Hell, some folks say the man's just a tad bit lost - in fact, a feller we had here a couple months back said he spent an evenin' with the shrouded figure, after he done lost his horse to the freezin' waters of a river. Said he was quiet; of course, since he's all bandaged-up past the eyes. But he pulled the feller right from the stream and dragged him up to a nearby cave - what a lucky guy he weren't ate by the thing! Nobody believed him anyway, but I seen the boy's eyes, and they were cold stone; he'd stared death right in the face and it gave him a fire and some game. "Awe-struck" don't do it no justice.
Have I ever seen him? Only once - well, I think so, anyway. It's said he only arrives durin' the coldest of storms, and is only ever on the horizon 'til a man peeks his head out the door - and in a flash, he's gone. But I seen 'im, and I felt right stricken to the bone - I've never felt such a haunting cold in my life.

-- David Finlay, barkeep

The Tale of Henry William Koch

Henry William Koch was born on December 9th, 1840 in a small sodden homestead just south of Fort Atkinson, Nebraska territory. His father, Joseph James Koch, served in the United States Army, being stationed at the first fort west of the Missouri shortly after its completion. Having eight older siblings, Henry was often picked on for his thin, wiry hair and long ears, but grew into a handsome young man as he worked out in the fields with his brothers. However, he quickly tired of the settlers life, and decided to head east - Chicago was the destination. Spending a few years of his adulthood there, he sprung up in arms with the impending likelihood of war with the south. He had no motivation, really, beyond the thrill of adventure - but this thrill would later get him in trouble, and cost him dearly.
Henry's service in the military was wild and short-lived. Spending most of his time in Missouri, he was a Union fighter in the trans-Mississippi theater, and a fairly good marksman to boot. But, after an explosion left him bandaged-together and dying in a medical tent, Henry was almost certain it was the end for him. Stranger still, he kept hearing a muffled voice in the back of his head, telling him to let go. Then, even worse news - disease had broken out in camp, and he was surrounded by it.
They called it the Rot - and for good reason. Most who caught it usually knew after twenty-four hours, when they would develop a hoarse, scratchy cough, followed by splitting headaches. The following week could only be described as a gradual descent into hell, with increased heart-rate, thickened blood, hacking up strange blood-ridden chunks, and the stench of decay. Many who caught the disease died after only a week or two; many more killed themselves before they would let the pain overwhelm them. It didn't take long before Henry caught it himself, but his case was unique - despite suffering the traumatic symptoms, Henry's will seemed to persist past week one, and week two, yet the symptoms worsened further than they ever had previously. His body was eventually moved to a separate tent, simply because the smell was so overwhelming. But, regardless of how much pain he was in, he believed he was going to overcome the Rot, no matter how many nights he had to wake up in terror and pain, unsure of whether the screams he heard in his dreams were his own.
Henry William Koch was buried on December 3rd, 1863, six days prior to his twenty-third birthday. His body was first sent to Chicago, then transported across Iowa, toward Atkinson. The funeral was somber and cold, with his family and some neighbors surrounding his closed casket as he was lowered into the ground. He would lay there undisturbed for two whole years.
When Henry Koch awoke, he wasn't quite sure where he was. It was dark, quiet - the air was filled with a rotten musk, but seemed almost familiar to him. But perhaps most notable of all was the absence of pain. He thought to move his arms, shift his body, do something-- he heard a shifting above him. Then a scratching, and a thumping. Suddenly, he was blinded by the brilliance of the sun, and he lifted his hands to cover his eyes, before he noticed that, well, he couldn't. He tried, time and time again, before a figure stepped between his gaze and the fire ablaze in the heavens above.
This figure would identify itself as Aglan - a demon proclaiming itself as the late Henry's liberator. After a great speech surmising the tale of the murder of the Koch family and the restoration of life into Henry's corpse, Aglan poured into the casket the blood of Henry's parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews, rejuvenating all of Henry's faculties and slowly gluing the man back together. Aglan's deed was not out of the kindness of its heart, but rather the introduction of a business proposition - Henry Koch would continue to murder and binge in blood to ensure his continued survival, and Aglan would receive the souls of those who perished. Of course, Henry didn't recognize much of anything that Aglan had done for him as being any good at all, and swore upon his fallen family to destroy the wicked spirit in any way that he could. Thus, the tale of the Wrapped Desperado began.

Silent. Watchful. Vengeful.

A hunting axe, strapped to the side of his horse's saddle.

Two revolvers, holstered on either side of the hip. Recent sightings suggest there's a rifle slung across his back, or at least something close to it in size. Other reports infer his usage of a bow and arrow, which is entirely likely, but the vast majority of sightings only detail the pistols at his belt.

• Sharpshooter: Raised by a U.S. veteran and having spent time in service, the Desperado's eagle-eye and quick draw make him a force to be reckoned with by the untrained fighter.
• Green Reaper: The Homestead life left an impression on the man, compounding his familiarity with the West with his knowledge of crops, livestock, game, and foraging. Though not incredibly useful in the dead of winter, the Desperado's expertise on local flora and fauna has more than likely been of help in his survival.
• Physical Fortitude: Though cursed with the persistent pestilence of the Rot, the Desperado does what he can to keep in peak physical condition - at least, as much as his undead body will allow.
• Part-Time Physician: Having spent as much time with the Rot as he has, the Desperado has to take the time to clean and change his bandages and patch up any decomposing bits of his body. It may not be a certified practice, but it proves pretty helpful in the midst of a fire-fight.

• Rotgut: Some of the transformations upon the Desperado's body due to the Rot weren't necessarily destructive, but rather helped perpetuate the body's decomposition. The acids inside of the Desperado's stomach began to warm and bubble, jumping out at the rest of the body to try and eat it away. If he doesn't somehow expel the toxic liquid regularly, it would continue to boil and fester before it started cooking and melting him. Instead, he makes sure to drain his stomach about twice a week, creating a strange concoction that, coincidentally, is just as flammable as it is toxic. Though he has yet to employ his stomach-juice for any sort of combative usage, the Desperado is well aware of it's pernicious potential, watching once as a small drop of liquid ate clean through a felled tree he was sitting upon. Alternatively, the substance is an incredibly great source of heat, probably acting as the single barrier between his freezing solid from the cold.
• Dead Nerves: Being undead does have its perks - particularly if one has to get in a lot of fights. The Desperado doesn't feel pain - in fact, he can't feel the touch of much anything at all. Whether it's the stinging cold or the bite from a bullet, the Desperado never flinches - but a well-aimed shot to the skull means it's all over for the lone rider.
• Snow Nonsense: The Desperado always seems to be able to tell when a snowstorm is on it's way - at least, so long as it isn't conjured up in an instant. Thus, he spends a lot of his time following storms and learning their patterns, often using the impending downfall as cover for whenever he needs to get close and comfortable with the locals.
• Boiling Blood: Part of the deal made with Aglan was that if his body ever was falling apart beyond repair, then it was time for the Desperado to seek the blood necessary to replenish it. Unfortunately, this meant draining the life from another human being - which also only worked if that individual had the correct blood type. Thus, the Desperado was doomed to wander as a murderer - but there was another clause that Aglan failed to mention. On moonless nights, if the Desperado feeds, he will be filled with an unfathomable power, surpassing any strength or speed capable of any man. The mind will shut down and bend savagely, flicking on a purely primal instinct to feed-- there's simply no telling what mass of carnage would ensue.

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