[CHAR] Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

The Bossman

="Sometimes, you have to fight for what you believe in. Sometimes you have to die for it. I ain't afraid of either."=

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Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian/Native American Mix

Nationality: American

Age: 38

Occupation: Before he was an outlaw, he was a soldier in the Union Army during the Civil War

Faction: Leader of the McCullen-Rainwater Gang, alongside his lover Claudia

Family:
Father: Abraham Rainwater - Drunk - Whereabouts Unknown
Mother: Lucretia "Songbird" Meadows - Prostitute - Died in 1859 to Tuberculosis

Horse: Boudica - raised her from a foal


Equipment:

Winchester Model 1873 "Yellow Boy" Repeater Rifle


Two Colt Model 1851 Navy Revolvers


Union Issued Bowie Knife

-A Wool Bedroll
-A pack of Cigarettes
-A Pewter Flask of Bourbon
-A Gold Pocket Watch
-Plenty of Provisions (Dried, salted meats, canned food, etc.)
-A worn out leather-bound journal

Skills:
-Shooting of course
-Wilderness Survival
-Horseback Riding
-Hand to Hand Combat
-Cheating at Poker
-Reading and Writing

Personality Traits:
-Charismatic
-Calculating
-Cold Blooded
-Altruistic
-A Leader among Men
-Values loyalty greatly among many things

Likes: Whiskey, cigarettes, sunrises and sunsets, beautiful women to warm his bed at night, giving to the poor

Dislikes: The government, all lawmen, Confederates, rich folk, harm towards the innocent

Backstory:

"I was born in 1848 in Lexington, Massachusetts, the very place where our Founding Fathers fought and died for our freedom. My father...shit, I barely even remember him. Accordin' to my mama, he was just some Irish drunk who blew into town. Back then, she was workin' in a house of ill repute. Imagine that, an Indian as a whore. Well, daddy fucked her one night, and here I am. Then he just up and leaves again. Nothin' to remember him by but an empty bottle of whiskey. I guess you could say I never knew him at all really. Well, a few years later, mama got sick with the TB. She died on a Sunday mornin' in May of 1859. I was only eleven years old.

With no one to take care of me, naturally, the state threw me in a boy's home. The people who run it were some mean sons a bitches I tell you. They'd whip your ass just for lookin' at 'em the wrong way. Sometimes, I think they got off on it, hurtin' little children like that. Anywho, I had enough of it and left one day. I joined the Army when I was only thirteen. By that time, the war had begun between the North and the South. I was part of the cavalry in Gettysburg. I'll admit, I seen terrible things there, things to this day that haunt my memories. I remember the cries of wounded men laying in fields of blood and guts, the smell of rifle smoke and horse's breath. We pushed back those goddamn rebels though, and we gave everything we had in the name of freein' them colored folk...at least...that's what I thought this war was for.

Every man, regardless of color, deserved to live free. To do as he damn well pleased, but of course, the goddamn government didn't see it that way. Sure enough, once the South was reunited, it was back to the old ways, taxin' the poor, makin' the rich even richer. All the while, they kept us down with rules and regulations. I felt betrayed by my country, by the people I swore to fight for in the name of liberty. What I desired more than most was for man to live free, to be unshackled from the tyranny of government and modern livin'. I knew that for this dream of mine to come true, I needed money...alot of money. So I started robbin' people, mostly folks travelin' the roads at night. I would jump out from the bushes and holler 'put your damn hands up!'


{Gustav "Old Gus" Ellory, age 59}

I pulled my gun one time on this old feller though, down near Mississippi. Didn't have a penny to his damn name. His name was Gus by the way. Anywho, Gus soon pulled his gun on me. I thought 'you stupid son of a bitch'. We both pulled the trigger, and wouldn't you know it, not a damn one of us hit anything. Bullets just went right past each other. We laughed about it afterwards, and I decided to travel with Gus. We became real good friends despite how old he was. I learned a lot from him, more than what the damn Army taught me.


{Claudia McCullen, age 36}

About a few years later, when we were movin' through Texas, I met the love of my life in a saloon in El Paso. Her name was Claudia, Claudia McCullen. She was originally up from the North like me, a New York girl, but her family moved down here to start some cattle ranch.
She said the ranch got bad and her father borrowed some money from some nasty men. Well, when her daddy couldn't pay the debt back, they took her and made her work in the saloon. Anyway, some bastard ass Mexican got rough with her one night while we were there, so I shot him right between the eyes. Claudia was scared to death we were all gonna be hanged for it, so I told her to come with me. She did, surprisingly, and she's been with us ever since. I swear I'll love her til the day I die.

Before too long, Gus, Claudia, and I began to draw more people in, people like us really, the downtrodden, those stepped upon by a society that didn't want them. We started pullin' more robberies, only this time we hit much bigger targets, banks, trains, stagecoaches. We took from those who had too much, and gave to those who had practically nothin'. All the while, the law was hot on our tails. They chased us plum across the West, but even so, we kept on pushin' back, because unlike the rest they've stamped out, we won't go so easily.

We are free men and women, fightin' against a world that hates our kind, and we won't rest until our dream of a free world is fulfilled...or we just die tryin' to make it that way. Until then, to all lawmen, sheriffs, Pinkertons...come and get us. We're waitin' for you."

[TheFox]

Ben Masters

The only things I trust are my horse and my guns.

Ben Masters

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Name: Benjamin 'Ben' Masters
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Occupation: Stable boy, street kid
Faction: Been with the McCullen-Rainwater gang since his 15
Family: Father Robert Masters former rancher (Died during the Civil War), Mother Eliza Baker (Died of illness), no other family that he knows of.

Horse:

Galahad

Equipment: A colt SAA with black handle, an Evans Repeating Rifle, bowie knife, bed roll, red scarf, black gambler hat, buttoned leather vest, gray saddle pants and leather brown boots with spurs.

Skills: Gang gave him much of his 'education'.
Horseback riding: Knows his way around horses since he was a child.
Explosives: Knows enough to understand how to blow open a safe or where to place them for maximum effect.
Guns: Taught himself how to shoot at first, learned the rest when he was in the gang.

Personality: You can without a doubt call him ruthless and cold-blooded and has no problem shooting somebody. Always takes what he wants and doesn't take no for an answer. Fiercely loyal to the gang. Does not drink alcohol because, as he says, you never know when you have to pick up your guns.

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Honesty, money, women and the occasional killing of somebody.
Dislikes: Betrayal and the law.

Backstory: Born somewhere in the state of Texas in 1861, while the country was engulfed in a terrible civil war in which his father lost his life. Benjamin knew only his father from the stories his mother told him and the picture she had of him. His mother, Eliza, struggled to make ends meet and more often than not, men who represented the bank came knocking. When his mother died after weeks of being ill, Benjamin was eight at the time, the bank confiscated the house and he was sent to an orphanage. It was there that he learned to fight. Older boys were constantly bullying and beating him without ever receiving punishment. He felt miserable yet he always tried to stand up for himself even if it meant he would receive even more beatings.

One day, when he was eleven, he got into a fight and it ended with the other boy dying. It had been an accident, the boy had fallen badly hitting his head and did not get up anymore. Benjamin strangely did not feel any remorse, since it had been one of the older boys who had been bullying him ever since he had arrived in the orphanage. After it had happened, he ran away and hid in barns or sheds knowing they were searching for him. Eventually he got on board of a train, where he snuck into cattle wagon. He did not know after how many stops they found him but the rancher, who owned the cattle, decided to take him in and made him into a stable boy. The foreman of the ranch however did not like Benjamin one bit and treated him harshly and with disdain. Benjamin decided not to let it bother him too much and his life at the ranch was better than it had been the last years. Until he got accused of stealing. The law was send and they did not believe him when he told them he didn't do what he was accused of. When the officers of the law found the things tucked away amongst his belongings, they also found out that he was a runaway from the orphanage and that a boy had died because of him.

Only by sheer luck he managed to escape the law, stole a horse and ran as fast and far as he could.

The years that followed had not been better for him, years where he did everything to survive. He sold the horse and bought a gun, he started to steal and rob people. At times he even got paid to kill someone. He never stayed in one place too long, to keep evading the law. It was a hard life and there were times where he almost gave up on it. Then he was found by Elijah Rainwater and his life changed once more.

[Silentfeather]

Kira Blackthorne

𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮

(Sorry .. I couldn't find a picture that matched my character.)

Personal Quote: “We all could die at any moment so why not do somethin' crazy why we are breathin' for somethin' to be proud of when were gone.”

Name: Kira Blackthorne

Gender: Female

Hair Color: She has long, wavy and dark raven black hair that cascades down her shoulders and ends to the small of the middle of her back.

Eye Color: She has dark chocolate brown eyes

Skin Tone: Her skin tone is a very bright pale, olive skin tone

Markings/scars: She has a few scars from the horrors of war. Both mental and physical. One is on a side of her neck that came from a dagger's slice, one came from the blast of a pistol upon the right where a side of her bellybutton is and one is down where her leg is from the blast of another gun which gave her a permanent limp on one of her knees.

Height: She is 5'5 in height

Weight: She is 110 in weight

Race: She is Mixed (Her mother is full blooded Hispanic and her father is ful blooded African American.)

Nationality: Hispanic, American, Dutch

Age: 21 years old

Occupation: A pickpocketer, outlaw

Faction: A young outlaw who does what she must do to survive.

Family: Kira came from a very prosperous family of pickpocketers and outlaws so her clothing clothing came from only the top of the line designers. Sadly her family was murdered but she miraculously escaped with only a fractured arm and a few cuts.

Mother: Maria Blackthorne. (Deceased)

Father: Valcore Blackthorne. (Deceased)

Horse: A pure white mare named Feather who she had since she was a mere toddler.

Equipment: A pistol her father gave to her for her 12th birthday and a dagger strapped to her ankle.

Skills: She is skilled at hand to hand combat and aiming guns. And she is good at writing poetry in her diary.

Personality: She is shy, introverted, giving, and kind.

Likes: She likes flowers, her animals and birdwatching. She likes violence and bloodshed.

Dislikes: She does not like violence, disobedience.

Backstory (optional): Kira had been born in a clan of bandits, runaways and homeless of many, both men and women alike. She was conceived from a bandit mother and a outlaw father. As if by a sheer stroke of unluckiness her mother was helping her father when she went into labor and had been forced to give birth to her during a raid on a stagecoach and luckily they were able to steal it before she was born. Since day one Kira had dreamed of learning every trick of pickpocketing in the books like her beloved father since She was a toddler. She loved her mother and father dearly, especially her beloved horse Feather. Soon, She grew up into a young woman and did the training under the tutelage of her mother and was taught how to steal and get away with it from her father. She has killed many of a man or woman in her lifetime, hiding their bodies below ground or burning the remains after searching the person for valuables.

Brief Clothes Description: Her favorite dressing that She usually wears has a long red and black corset and is of clothing on that seems as though it originated from the very depths of darkness itself and ruby red blood. It has been a dress from that of her mother’s past. She was gifted it from her beloved mother. It was from her mother's side and it has a long and very brutal history behind it but once you hear such a story you would never want to hear anything else again.

Sexuality: She is heterosexual and has been that way every since She was born. That means She was born female and She classifies herself as necessarily a cowgirl.

She has days where She is either that way or extroverted but only with those She truly trusts.

She is extremely selfless to others on a scale from one to 100 is 100 because She is sweet and womanly without a single moment of being cruel to anyone. She is on the spectrum of kind 100%.

The lengths She will go to save or protect others is 1000% and She will never stop to protect and save them from harm. She is calm and is patient. She is brave even in fearful situations. She sometimes has anxiety that shoves her back but She does what is right.
She is a bit sluggish in situations and can make friends easily through even tough situations.

She is not insane but She does have few mental disorders. These are paranoia, depression and a sleeping disorder.

She is a bit sluggish in situations and can make friends easily through even tough situations.

Physical strength:

*Gun

*Hand to hand combat

[Ordsmed]

BRIAN O’FOLLIARD

Personal Quote: I came here to die, not make a speech.

Name: Brian O’Folliard
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Irish/German
Age: 26

Occupation: rodeo stunt rider

Faction: Lawman

Family:
Father: Thomas O’Folliard Sr.
Mother: Sarah Cook
Brother: Thomas O’Folliard Jr. (deceased) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_O%27Folliard

Horse: You basterd

You basterd

Equipment:

• 2 Smith & Wesson 44 Double Action First Model Revolvers
  Smith & Wesson 44 Double Action First Model Revolvers

  
• 1 Colt Lightning Slide Action Rifle Medium Frame, caliber 44
  Colt Lightning Slide Action Rifle Medium Frame, caliber 44

  
• 1 boot knife
• marshal star
• ammunition
• camping equipment
• 3 days worth of provisions
• a dozen of ‘wanted’-posters

Skills:

• gun slinging - two handed
• horse riding
• tracking
• cussin’

Personality:

• foul tempered
• jealous
• greedy
• loyal

Likes:

• candy, preferably lollipops and candy canes
• new hats
• easy women, preferably cheap or for free

Dislikes:

• bossy people
• bullets
• tough and chewy food
• outlaws

Backstory:
Brian is the second son of Thomas O’Folliard Sr. and his wife Sarah. In his youth he found it tough living in the shadow of his elder brother Tom Jr. Thomas was a handsome kinda sort and good at anything he tried. Brian was not. His hair was unruly, bright red and he was rather gangly. Everything and anything he tried was doomed to fail.

With a bright future ahead of himself Tom Jr. decided to throw it all away. Driving his parents to despair the oldest son of the O’Foliards strayed from the straight and narrow. As a member of the Regulators during the Lincoln County War he met and befriended William Bonney, who later would be feared as Billy the Kid. As Billy formed a band of cattle rustlers, Tom joined him.

Thomas Jr. never returned home and he became a bona fide outlaw, hunted by lawmen and bounty hunters. His parents convinced that Brian should and could talk sense into Tom, send their second son on a mission to talk Thomas Jr. into coming home.

Brian finally, on the faithful morning of December 19th 1880, caught up with his brother in Fort Summer, New Mexico. As he rode into Fort Summer’s high street, he witnessed how his brother was gunned down by sheriff Pat Garret. After burying Tom in the local cemetery, Brian didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t very well return home with only a tale of, yet another failure, to tell.

Deciding that Tom’s fellow outlaws were to blame for his brother’s death, Brian started to hunt them down. He was particularly gunning for The Kid, but wasn’t very particular as it came to other outlaws he encountered. With no way to return to his parents, the only road ahead lead him towards gun fights, lynchings and many graveyards. Brian believed he had nothing left to live for and kept flinging himself at outlaws, hoping to be done with is sorry life. Surprisingly, he discovered that he had a knack for hunting down criminals and serving them bullets of justice.

Brian’s talent was discovered as he kept cashing in on the rewards set on the heads of outlaws, and some idiot made him marshal. He keeps sweeping the territories free of outlaws, but is a sorry and sour piece of s***, pardon my French.

[LostDestiny]

Annabelle Lockhart

Personal Quote: "Well someone's gotta keep all these hungry mouths fed."

Name: Annabelle (Anna) Lockhart

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: French-American

Age: 24

Occupation: Camp cook

Faction: With the McCullen rainwater gang for about 3 years, after she escaped from a rival gang "Bannon's Boys" alternatively known as "Bannon's Midnight Express Gang" on account of the fact that they were most famous for train robbings at night.

Family: Antony Lockhart-Father-Ranch hand-Deceased (died of an illness) Sarah Lockhart-Mother-N/A-Deceased (died giving birth to Annabelle)

Delta

Also know and Dick Head to the rest of the gang as the horse has a bit on an attitude toward anyone that is not Annabelle

saddle

Equipment: Sharps Rifle, Volcanic Pistol, various cooking supplies (pots, pans, seasonings, the works)

Skills: Cookin and Sharp shootin

Personality: Perhaps a little too blunt for most people's liking. She isn't afraid to say what she thinks which sometimes leads to getting into various arguments with other gang members. She is however, fearisly loyal to the gang that basically brought her broken spirit back to life. She views the people within the gang as family and will go through Hevan and Hell for them if she needs to. Other than her blunt manor of speaking she is a rather kind individual however, making sure everyone is taken care of.

Likes: Good food, good friends/family and a good time

Dislikes: Betrayal, Boredom, Bannon's Boys, the Rival Gang she was originally with (Unintentional alliteration XD)

Backstory (optional): Annabelle Lockhart was born to Jack and Molly Lockhart. Her father was a simple farm hand and her mother a seamstress. They lived a peaceful life. The family wasn't well off however they survived. Her mother even found time to teach Anna to read and write. As a child she ran around with her father's boss's son a lot. There parents were convinced the two children were smitten with each other. As much as two children could be. Eventually, when the two were just entering there teen year, the boy fell ill. He never recovered. Shortly after his death when she was 13 Anna began finding ways to rebel, one such way ended up being befriending the not so law abiding teens in the nearby town. One such teen was named Victor Bannon.

Annabelle and Victor became quite close in the two years the pair had known each other so when an outlaw gang happened upon Victor it seemed a no-brainer for Anna to go with him. This would turn out to be Anna's first mistake. For three years Anna followed Victor around falling in love with him along the way, oblivious to the red flags the boy started to exhibit. It started small, however by the time she was 18 Victor had managed to take over the gang from the previous leader, turning it into Bannon's Boys. Many of the older members had either been killed or run out of the gang at this point. It was here that Victor became more violent. Even toward Anna. Of course at first she made excuses, it was her fault, he was stressed, whatever she could to excuse his behavior. She was in love after all, and at some point he had felt the same way toward her.

Over the years things got worse and Anna realized that Victor was not the man she fell in love with. He had changed, but she felt it was too late. Anna spent 3 years being beaten by not only the man she once loved, but his men as well. Slowly growing to hate the people she once called family. Eventually she found a way out, stealing a horse nobody paid much attention to, the Shire she now calls Delta, and taking off. She was a shell of her old self when Elijah and his gang found her beaten and hungry on the side of the road. It was a wonder the group didn't think she was already dead. But they took her in and helped her get her life back. For this she is eternally grateful. When she was well enough she had taken over cooking for the gang. She felt like she was paying back the gang by doing this. And it gave her something to focus on, as well as taking care of Delta. The horse was in poor condition when she had stolen him and fled, but now they are both strong and healthy and looking out of Bannon's Boys, they want there revenge.

She tends to keep most of her past to herself not really wanting to relive most of it. The rest of the gang simply know that she ran away from Bannon's Boys about 3 years ago and hate the members of the gang more than anything else on the planet, often going out of her way to kill one or two of them if given the chance. She now lives as the McCullen gang's cook and occasional sharp shooter if they need that.

[LeiaHair]

Hannah Bennet

Hannah Bennett

"God gave me a gun fer a reason an' I intend ta find out why..."

Name: Hannah Faye Bennet
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American; mother was Irish immigrant, father was half German half Native American (French Cherokee)
Age: 27
Occupation: Farmer's daughter turned Rancher's wife.
Faction: No official faction yet, hunting for an outlaw that killed her husband and son.
Family: Eldest child of James Scherrer and Josephine O'Brien Scherrer, successful farmers in mid Missouri (living siblings-James Jr "Jimmy" 25, Johnny 21, Daniel 20, Mary 17, and Irene 14), wife of the late Jeremy Bennet (a well known rancher in these here parts with a family ranch in the Plains), mother of William Bennet (was murdered at age 4), sister in law to Henry Bennet (18) and Annie Mae Bennet (14).
Horse: Zippidy-doo-dah "Zip" is a strawberry roan colored Appaloosa with a white blanket. She is the last of the broodmares on the Bennet ranch after the outlaws ransacked her place and was Hannah's husband's pick for cattle drives. Zip is a stubborn, but loyal beast who is more like a large dog, never straying far from her human if she can help it.

Zip

Equipment: Hannah carries her husband's Remignton Beals riffle and Smith and Wesson model 3 pistol. She also has two knives on her person, one on her belt and one in a garter band on her thigh.

Skills: Hannah is one heck of an animal person and is even better at sewing up a man, for cattle driving is one heck of a nasty business. She has a wide knowledge of native plants as well and some basic medicinal knowledge.

Personality: Before everything was taken from her, Hannah was a sweet little wall flower of a woman. Raised to be a lady but married into a rough and tough rancher family, Hannah learned to enjoy the hard work that her parents had hoped she would never have to endure. She would take time to watch the small things in nature and had always hoped to one day get some oil paints and paint the beauty of the world around her.

That all changed when a band of outlaws robbed her family's ranch, killing the men and riding off with everything they could carry. Now she is a stoic, hardened woman who would be more likely to rip up a painting than create one. She is focused on one thing and one thing alone.... revenge.

Likes/Dislikes: In her depression she has very little love of anything beyond her horse and her husband's gun, which she cleans obsessively. She has recently also found a love for rum, which she carries in a small flask on her belt. While she never drinks to the point of being black out drunk, she does keep herself buzzed enough to be numb to her emotions.

She dislikes brash people or anyone with an ego larger than their own head and has a distaste for all outlaws, but is willing to use them to get her revenge.

Backstory (optional): Hannah doesn't talk about her childhood much. It was happy and typical of a well off family hoping to move their children up in the world... but it was nothing compared to the exciting life she had chosen in the plains. Her husband, a rancher who had run into her in Kansas City on a drive, had been everything her father had not wanted for her. He had been full of life, a smooth talker, a man who couldn't stand to spend the money in his pocket, and a sun-blistered man. Mr. Sherrer had wanted her to marry a lawyer or a business man in the city... not some cowboy who would never be able to provide anything except rolling hills, cattle, and children to her. But Hannah was smitten and the two were wed.

She relocated to the Bennet homestead where Jeremy and his siblings had carved out a successful life in the sea of tall grasses. Hannah was happy. For years. Even when Jeremy would go on long drives... even when the threat of Native attacks threatened to burn their lands... even when she lost her first borns (a set of twins born too early). But she was never as happy as she was when her son, William, was born. He was perfect... and was perfect until the day he was murdered.

It had been a dark afternoon, a storm threatening to roll in. Jeremy had just returned from a rather successful drive and the family had just pulled their cart into the homestead with many supplies from the city when a group of bandits showed up. Words were exchanged, guns were drawn, and William was "accidently" shot. Jeremy attacked, taking out a few but was ultimately shot in the head, and Hannah was ripped from her dead son's body, raped, beaten, and left among the ashes of what had once been her family's house, along with her brother in law, who had been shot in the leg, and her sister in law, a young girl who also had been violated.

The next weeks turned into months... turned into a year... and while her husband and her child's faces grew faint in her memory, the faces of every single one of those bandits was burned into her memory. What passed for the local authorities did not have any leads and made it clear that there was nothing further they could do... so, after gathering up her husband's guns, ammo, horse, and hat, Hannah left the ranch in search for those who had done her wrong. She was not interested in bringing these men in for justice... she was going to make them vulture food.

[Kiragan_Natsuki]

The Second Gun

="I can't tell you if I'm a good man or a bad man, but I will say I'm honest."=

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Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: Irish-American

Age: 29

Occupation: Formerly a guard for a rich oil tycoon in Colorado

Faction: McCullen-Rainwater Gang, Second in Command next to Claudia

Family:
Father: Sheamus Mercer - Hunter - Mauled by a bear
Mother: Mary Beth Mercer - Housewife - Died in childbirth

Horse: Blackjack - A Thoroughbred stallion


Equipment:

Hartford Model 1878 "Coach Gun" Side by Side Shotgun


Smith & Wesson Model 3 "Schofield" Single Action Revolver

-A Buck Knife
-A Wool Bedroll
-A Bandolier with extra shotgun ammo
-A silver and gold harmonica
-A golden wedding ring on a necklace

Skills:
-Shooting
-Explosives (Dynamite)
-Horseback Riding
-Hand to Hand Combat
-Tracking & Hunting

Personality Traits:
-Taciturn
-Loyal to Elijah and his fellow gang members
-Has a short temper
-Dumb as a mule
-Charming to women
-Cynical
-Loves his wife dearly

Likes: His wife Kira, playing the harmonica during downtime, hunting wild game, the smell of rain and pine, moonlit nights

Dislikes: Lawmen, Pinkertons, anyone disrespecting or harming his wife, snakes, betrayal, rich folk

Backstory:

"Well, honestly there ain't much to say about myself. I was just a kid to some hunters livin' in the woods. My mama died givin' birth to me, and my Pa, he ended up gettin' killed by a grizzly up near the mountains when I was twelve. I lived there by myself mostly in our old cabin, huntin' deer and elk just to survive. I'd keep the meat for myself but trade the hides for money. You could make quite a bit of money that way. Anyways, I was there maybe two, three years when these fellers came prowlin' around the cabin one night. I could tell by the way they talked they were injuns. They were dressed in leathers and furs and carried rifles and bows and arrows. I knew they were lookin' for somebody to raid, so I grabbed up what all I could in a hurry, mainly my Pa's old shotgun and a bit of money, and I got the hell out of there before they burnt that place to the ground. Never been back there since... No point in goin' back when there's nothin' left.

I traveled further north towards Colorado, where I met up with a few of these men up near Boulder City.
Apparently, they worked for a very rich man, an oil man named Homer Wells. I got hired on with them thanks to my straight shootin' abilities. My job was simple, just guard the oil shipments from the fields up to the refinery. I rarely saw any action, except maybe for a few bandits tryin' to bushwhack us on the road, but I wasn't complainin'. It was good money. However, that all went to shit one fine day.

Homer's daughter, Susan, she was a beautiful young lady. All the men who worked for Homer fawned over her, but to touch her would be a goddamn death sentence. Well, I didn't know it at the time, but apparently Susan had quite the feelins for me. I guess you could say I have some kind of charm with the ladies. Anywho, we secretly began foolin' around behind her father's back. I knew sooner or later one day, I was gonna get caught, but I didn't care. I was in love with Susan. It was just too bad she didn't feel the same for me... She had told me some stories about how her Pa had done some things to her, touchin' her in places you shouldn't be touchin' your daughter. She wanted to get away from him, so she convinced me to kill him and steal his money. Regretfully, I did. I snuck into Mister Wells' room in the middle of the night, then I slit his throat and took all the money he had from his bedroom safe in the closet. I met Susan by the train station just as I promised her, with Homer's boys hot on my tail.

Then suddenly, just as I'm about to board the train with her, thinkin' we're gonna start our new life together. BOOM! She blasts me in the chest with a pistol she pulled from her goddamn dress. I couldn't believe it. The bitch betrayed me. All she wanted was that old man's money, and she fuckin' used me to get it!
Well, I reckon you know what happens next. Homer's boys turned me over to the law. I was sentenced to death, about to be hung when this outlaw comes out of nowhere and saves me. He shot the rope, and I fell to the ground. Then, he handed me a gun and told me to ride with him. I shot my way out of town and grabbed the first horse I could find, then I rode with him all the way towards California. He told me his name was Elijah, Elijah Rainwater. He was runnin' with these two other folks, an old man and a saloon whore on the run from Texas.

Anywho, I joined up with him like he asked. We went all over the west robbin' people, mostly banks, some trains here and there. I started to enjoy it, mostly because of who we robbed, rich bastards who used others for their persona gain. Elijah had this whole idea that we were gonna change the world, make it how it was supposed to be. Men livin' free and all that. Later on, we met a few other people who joined us. That's when I met the love of my life, Kira. She was the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on, sweet and innocent too. I sometimes wonder how she got mixed up with our gang, but still, I knew I wanted to be hers. She was shy at first and didn't take too kindly to me, but I laid on the charm a bit and next thing I know, she was fallin' right into my arms.

We married in the spring of 1885, and I've been with her ever since. We're expectin' a child soon, and to be honest, it's got me thinkin'. On one hand, I don't know if I want our kid to grow up around all this, all the killin' and stealin' we do, but at the same time, I can't bring myself to leave Elijah, not after all he done for me and my wife. It's got me conflicted here... I guess when the time comes, I'll have to make my choice, one that I reckon will follow me for the rest of my life.

[Nobodyman123]

Personal Quote: "Just because we're in a bad situation doesn't mean we can't make a buck off it."

Name: Peter "Pete" Tailor (adopted name, as Dietrich Schneider was hard for people to say.)

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: German-American

Age: 26

Occupation: Soldier turned small time outlaw.

Faction: McCullen-Rainwater Gang

Family: Pete doesn't remember much about his family other than his name, as they died shortly after crossing the Atlantic to begin their new lives in America. What he does remember was his father, Fredrich, was a wounded veteran of the Prussian army. It was only a by a miracle that Pete survived the sickness that killed his parents and younger sister.

Horse:

Kaiser



Equipment: Remington Rolling Block Rifle, Colt SAA Peacemaker, Sawed Off shotgun (usually kept on Kaiser's saddle) and a tomahawk. He also usually keeps a knife in his boot for emergencies. His uniform is long gone, but kept as many of the standard issue equipment as he felt was necessary.

Skills: Thanks to a minor stint in the Army, Pete learned how to shoot, ride and fight by professionals. One of his unit's Indian scouts, Joseph Running Water, even taught him how to use and throw a tomahawk. He also still remembers enough German to hold a conversation with any native speaker, though most wouldn't know it by his lack of an accent.

Personality: Pete is usually very courteous and polite to his fellow gang members. To him, they represent the family that he always wanted but never found. He is generally quiet around strangers, and is more than happy to let his fellows do most of the talking. When the bullets start flying, however, Pete stays calm and professional, focused on getting the job done as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Likes/Dislikes: Pete enjoys playing Blackjack with his fellow gang members when he's at the camp, with occasional bouts of trying to flirt with Annabelle. The rest of the time, he likes taking Kaiser on long rides to see the sights and maybe hunt some game. If there is one thing that Pete cannot stand, however, it's large bodies of water. He has no clue how to swim and doesn't really want to learn.

Backstory (optional): After the death of his parents, Peter turned to petty crime to survive on the streets of New York. After many years of stealing, getting into fights and just scraping by, Pete enlisted in the American Army and was shipped out to the middle of nowhere. It was a dull posting, with not much to do but drink and harass the locals. Eventually, discipline broke down and many of Pete's fellow soldiers mutinied and turned outlaw. Pete rode with them for a while before linking up with the McCullen-Rainwater gang.

[Stitches]

Annalise

Personal Quote: "Fass mich nicht an."

Name: Annalise

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: German

Age: 19

Occupation: Personal Assistant and Housewife to Mr Mathias Quinn, owner of the Quinn & Co. livery stables in McKinley

Faction: The Bounty Hunters

Family: Two parents and a sister, all swept out by a scarlet fever epidemic in her hometown when she was a child. An uncle - Thomas - and a husband. Mathias.

Horse: Annalise's horse is one she can never own. A thoroughbred mare called Irene, currently in the care of a rancher in the northern regions New Hanlon.

Equipment: To be Determined. In order to discern what she ventures out into the prairie with, she'll need to make it out of McKinley.

Skills: A mismatch of Equine Veterinary care and effective household duties has given Annalise a large breadth of experience in menial labour. She can sew and repair garments, cook meals, wash, care for horses, shoe them, and maintain tack and equipment without difficulty.

Personality: Reserved first and foremost. There's a thick layer of oblique politeness to get through, which oftentimes peels back into a silent staring and contemplation that really doesn't give you much to go off of if you're trying to get to know her. She's young and a little naïve because of it; she holds an unquenchable curiosity that not even her married life could dampen. Saying that she's still uncertain of how the world works would be an insult to her tenacity to survive; she's a little resentful and embittered by her experiences. Whatever she's hiding still haunts her in one way or another.

Likes/Dislikes:
Often using her profession as an excuse to get out of the house, Annalise has grown quite fond of horses and donkeys. She equates the outdoors to 'alone time' and prefers to spend her time out there in contemplation. Her favourite food is sweet pastries and she really likes daffodils and the colour yellow. A long time ago she liked music and dance.

Due to her experiences, indoor spaces - those with a lack of exits and particularly those that are unkempt - put her on edge. Older men make her nervous. Drunkenness is a surefire way to disgust her. Pale blue, especially on long, sheet-like garments, makes her nauseous.

Backstory (optional): It is said by the people of McKinley that Annalise Quinn used to be part of the German immigrants from the East coast until a fierce outbreak of Scarlet Fever took a decent chunk of the local populace. She was sent westward to her uncle Thomas, who saw it fit and advantageous to marry her to Mathias Quinn; a wealthy proprietor and owner of Quinn & Co, who provide high quality horses to purchasers all around New Hanlon. This includes, but is not limited to, some of the local and prosperous stagecoach companies in the area - as well as several high profile individuals.

It is also said that the wife of Mathias Quinn wasn't exactly talkative and didn't seem to surface much from the livery grounds. She didn't make friends and was kept always within arm's reach of the brutish gentleman with whom she was married. This was no doubt because she was pretty, young, and foreign - easily lead astray by any coy smoothtalker who may have wandered in from out of town. It certainly had nothing to do with the possessive showoffishness of her marital partner and his stern methods of showing affection.

So Annalise waits in McKinley for something. Something she isn't sure will ever come around - and if it did, in what form it would take.

[Conejitoooo]

~Quote: "A warrior must always be prepared for death - whether its his own or someone else's"

~Name: Mei Xiao (Pronounced: May Zee-yow)

~Age: Looks around 20

~Race: Asian

~Ethnicity: Chinese

~Occupation: A simple traveler.

~Backstory: Mei was born in a beautiful village in china called "Wuyuan". She lived with her mother and younger sister, Ju Xiao and Ai Xiao. Her father had died in a war a couple of months before she was born, leaving nothing but a sword in his memory. One day, soldiers were sent to her village to pick out the eldest daughter from each family and force them into marriage. Being the oldest of the two, Mei was captured and taken away from her family. Luckily, Mei escaped from her kidnappers and now lives on the run, praying that one day.. She may have the fortune of running into her sister, Ai Xiao.

~Family: As mentioned in her backstory; Mei has a mother (Ju Xiao) And a younger sister (Ai Xiao). She never met her father, but heard stories about him. According to the stories, she was one of the best warriors in china.
~Equipment: Mei only fights if she must, but she does carry around an ornament sword with beautiful marking carved into the blade. Another thing she carried is a flute. This instrument serves no purpose other than to entertain.

~Skills: Despite her calm demeanor and small size, Mei is a very talented fight and swordsman (Or woman). During a fight, she may coat the blade of her sword with kerosene and light it on fire in an attempt to burn the other person.

~Personality: Mei can be a very reserved person when you first meet her, even going as far as to not acknowledge your existence at first. Once you get to know her, Mei is a very kind and bubbly woman. She is also a very trustworthy and a little too honest, at times.

~Likes/dislikes: Mei doesn't dislike a lot of things or people but what she cant stand is a liar. Once she finds out you're lying to her, you're as good as dead. One of her favorite things in the world is oolong tea.

[Ozzy Cross]

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Dead-Eye

Male

Caucasian

Russian / American

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Blacksmith

Gunslinger / Hired Gun

• Phillipe Kozlov / Father / AOD - 19 / Killed by bandits
• Rostova Kozlov / Mother / AOD - 18 / Killed by bandits

Hantaywee "Faithful" in Sioux

Weapons

• 2x 1851 Navy Colt revolvers
• 1x Sioux Bow with a quiver that holds up to ten arrows
• 1x Tomahawk
• 1x Bowie knife

Survival

• 1x Wool bedroll
• 1x Carving knife
• 10x handcrafted arrows
• 1x Sharpening stone
• 1x leather canteen with mysterious concoction inside
• Provisions consisting mostly of dried and salted meats

• Archery
• Gunslinging
• Close quarters combat with blades
• Carving
• Working with metal
• Horseback riding

• Intelligent
• Quiet
• Cynical
• Honorable
• Cold

• Integrity
• Loyalty
• Music of any type
• Playing cards for money
• A quiet night under the stars
• Carving animals

• Those who target the weak or the innocent
• Blatant disrespect
• Whiskey
• Money men
• Yellow bellies
• Cheaters

(If it is all the same I prefer to disclose my history through the story and will update this accordingly.)