[OOC] Outlaws to the End

[Jones Sparrow]

It was a hard time in Nevada back in 1985. Miners hunting for gold in the mountains, people moving for the adventure or potential... and families moving out for hope. But with those things also comes corruption, thieves, murderers, and betrayal.. The most notorious of these band of outlaws was known as The Prowlers. They once were the fiercest gang out there. No one, not even the law, could touch them... And then news borke out about how Dwayne Robins, one of the gang leaders, took out the two other leaders, leaving them for dead.

Little did the gang know, that the two of them survived. Now having nothing but the guns and clothes on their back, they seek revenge. They have to use their charm, and wit to recruit some members, get money to finance themselves, and be known across the land. They will also need the trust of the sheriff's department to help take down the Prowlers.... It won't be easy, but it won't be hard work all the time. Romance, drama, and humor will all partake in the two outlaw's plot for revenge.

RULES:
1) No killing off other people's characters, or hurting them severely! unless you have permission, then its cool I guess hahaha
2) Don't be a dick
3) If you have a problem with a person or the post they made, don't hesitate to PM me about it, so we can all resolve it
4) Be creative, and if you have an idea you don't know might work, PM me and i'll approve it or not!

GANG ROLES: PM me if you have an idea for a gang role, I'll update it when people join!
Leader: Raymond Chase (Jones Sparrow)
Co-Leader: Bio has to match with the story of the Prowlers (see my bio)
Explosives:
Sharpshooter:
Muscle:

FORM:

Name:
Alias: optional
Age:
Appearance:
Job:
Bio: Doesn't have to be long
Personality:
Family/loved ones?: family, friends, relationships, etc.
Weapons: optional
Other:

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Name: Raymond Chase
Alias: The Marauder
Age: 26
Appearance:

Raymond

Job: Outlaw
Bio: I'm an outlaw. A thief, a killer, and a conman. But before you judge me and start to yell at me, I'd like to inform you guys on the American Dream. The idea that every American has a chance to achieve anything they put their mind to... But if you were born to a farmer in the middle of nowhere, you aren't going to become President, you aren't going to be rich, or famous. Because there are millions of other people that come from that same background, and take it from you. You stay where you are. But I wasn't going to accept defeat willingly. I was a natural charmer. Even at a young age I would convince my parents to side with me, or get supplies from stores for much cheaper. And as I grew up, the girls around the farm seemed to like me a lot more than most people.

When I turned 17 I made my way to St. Louis in hopes for a good paying job... Two weeks later I was on the streets trying to talk people in to giving me their money. so much for the American Dream. So much for 'equal opprotunity' all because I was from a farm. That's when I started to believe in it again. I met two men who saw my potential in speaking. I was strong from working on the farm, and they had use for my talents. This is also when I started my criminal life. I would usually be the distraction, while the other two would get to work and start stealing... I know, the morals weren't really a factor. And from then on, they won't be. We became notorious, being known as thieves, but no one knowing who we were. These two men became my best friends, each having their own stories on what they wanted. And then word got out that Nevada was becoming a spot to be. Money, ambition, young foolish people... To be honest I was feeling the same way, I wanted to see if I could get out of this life and start a new one.

We gathered up a few people interested in our... cause, and we set out. It was long and tiring, but we eventually made it, and soon went to work. We spent years making our reputation. We were legends by the time, and through it all I had my two brothers who I trusted... Well, after a while, I never truly trusted Dwayne. He was the man who would laugh at the sight of a dead man... Me and the other leader did this for the money. We made a fortune, and I was talking about leaving to start a quiet life, buy some land, and sell some stuff... So we decided to do one last hoorah.

We robbed a whole town, tied up the sheriffs, took the guns, and all the valuables... Then me and the other leader were shot by Dwayne. OUR gang killed the sheriff, some women, and a child, and left us there to take the blame. To leave us for dead. We escaped, but barely. We were angry, confused, hurt. We had nothing anymore. We knew though, that we weren't going to go hide. We weren't going to let Dwayne leave with everything. We laid low for a while, healed up, and now we are on our way to Drysprings, the largest settlement in Nevada in search for a new crew...

Personality: Very witty, and a charmer. Has a way with words and can talk to anyone without problem. Although I never had an education, I learned how to read, and write rather well, and I have "street smarts" as well. Although I'm a criminal, I'm very loyal to the ones I've known long enough, have a soft side for the innocent, and longs to settle down with a family.

Family/Loved ones?: Anyone interested in a romantic or friend relationship, let me know!

Weapons: Two revolvers, and a tomahawk I obtained from traveling to Nevada

Other: A sucker for a good story. A romantic at heart

[Wolf]

Name: Dakota Hendricks

Alias: The Performer

Age: 25

Appearance

Job: Outlaw

Bio: Dakota's past was a traumatic one. His father was a violent drunk, often coming home in a rage and beating Dakota or his mother. Because of this, Dakota learned to avoid his father early on. He would time his comings and goings from home to keep his father from seeing him. Eventually even this was not enough, as his father didn't have a set routine every day. Sometimes Dakota would time him wrong or assume he was leaving when he wasn't. These little blunders resulted in more beatings. He had to learn to sneak in the darkness to avoid the drunken man. He had to become a shadow.

At the age of 16, Dakota had had enough. He was sick and tired of creeping around in his own home, so he packed up the few possessions he had and left. He felt a little guilty for leaving his poor mother alone with her violent husband, but even if he stayed, what could he do? The man would just attack them both if he ever tried to stand up for her and as a young teen Dakota didn't have the strength to fight him off. So, he went on his way to make a living for himself with no money and just a loaf of bread and some apples to tide himself over until he found a job.

But no one would hire him. It was too risky to employ a runaway teenager, they said. They always gave him a small amount of cash out of pity and sent him away. After three weeks of the same result, Dakota decided he had to change his approach. He entered what he called the "actor" phase of his life. His first role was "The Orphan". Dakota would prowl the streets, a desolate, starving child with no family to care for him. He learned to pick out the people who would fall for his guise most easily. From them, he would get food, money, clothes, and the occasional place to spend the night. He spent a year doing this until he realized he could be putting his talents to better use and getting more out of his sympathetic victims.

Dakota's next role was "The Critic". He would roam the streets of the marketplace, holding his head high and carrying himself in a self-important manner. He would look over the vendors' merchandise with a scrutinizing eye and begin to question them about what they were selling, as though it were inadequate. While the vendors were distracted and flustered by his random criticism, he would snatch a few of their products and maybe some money whenever he ever had the opportunity.

Dakota traveled around and lived assuming different personas and aliases for the next three years, until a gang member took notice of what he was doing. The man approached him one day and offered to let him join the gang, saying they could use a fresh, young talent such as himself. Dakota happily obliged, thinking of how much more money he could get in a gang than by himself. Maybe he could finally save enough to get his own home and settle down. Maybe he could meet a girl. No woman in her right mind would even think of marrying him the way he was now. He didn't want it to always be that way.

Maybe things were finally turning around.

At first, Dakota's admittance into the gang had seemed like a stroke of luck. He was making a lot of money at a rapid pace and even discussing putting an end to his days as an outlaw with one of the other members. The two quietly decided that this next robbery would be their last. However, their plans were snuffed out by an unexpected treachery by the rest of the gang. One of the more bloodthirsty members, Dwayne Robins, turned his gun on Dakota and his friend, shooting them both while the rest of The Prowlers pillaged the town. The two were abandoned by the gang to take the blame for the robbery and barely escaped with their lives. Dakota was furious at the betrayal. He put aside all thoughts of settling down and replaced them with vengeful plots against Dwayne and his crew. Now, he and his friend were traveling to Nevada in search of new blood for their gang.

Personality: Dakota has learned how to be very manipulative when he wants to be. He is able to con almost anyone into giving him what he wants, when he wants it. Among friends, however, he is a loyal companion: the type of person who always has his friend's back when they're in trouble. He has some trust issues because of his rocky past, so he has trouble getting very close with those who care about him though, often keeping to himself when something is bothering him. He tends to be in his head a lot; a deep thinker, but he can also be extremely talkative and witty when he wants to be. His outwardly friendly demeanor draws others to him and allows them to feel like they can trust him. A good thing for friends, but a terrible mistake for enemies.

Family/loved ones: Dakota left his family behind when he chose to walk the path of an outlaw

Weapons: Two colt pistols and a booey knife

[Geist]

Yay, super lazy 6 minute character sheet!

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Name: Sloan McCreed
Alias: Diamondback
Age: 19
Appearance:

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Job: Sharpshooter

Bio: Specializing in trade of all sorts, the McCreed family stands as one of the most influential families in the states, and Sloan was the youngest heir to the amassed riches of her family, Sloan had everything she ever wanted, everything she could ever ask for, even if her older siblings tried to make her life hell. One summer day, when the family was on a countryside vacation, Sloan, still a young girl stumbled into a secret meeting of mercenaries hiding out, making attempts on her father's life. The assassination failed thanks to her being witness to the meetings, but it bothered Sloan that anyone would want to hurt her family. When she became a little older, Sloan decided to investigate the reasoning of why anyone would want to ruin her father. The truth was not so forgiving to young Sloan, and it quickly opened her eyes to the corruption that laid invisible for so many years. When she tried to come open with the information, her life was torn to shreds when she realized that her entire family was content with their way of life, and that she was the only one with an issue. This broke Sloan's heart so much that it drove her to the point of wanting to destroy the perfect life that her family clung to so dearly. Leaving behind everything, Sloan entered the life of an outlaw, hoping to gain power of her own in order to tear down everything her family stood for.

Personality: Despite her seemingly docile exterior, Sloan is just not right in the head anymore. A sadist and the mischievous sort, Sloan greatly enjoys manipulating, toying with the human psyche and just downright torture. Even if she's not the most stable, Sloan is generally good and is always, maybe a little excessively, brutally honest and has a no bullshit attitude. She doesn't really believe in genuine human relationships and tends to be very cynical about them, only trusting in the convenience of said relationships.

Family/loved ones: Her family, along with her old life, live in Washington. Sloan denies any connection to her family, even though she keeps her given name.

Weapons: Sharp's Scope rifle, Pump-action revolver shotgun, knuckleduster pistol and as a bonus, a jar of diluted rattlesnake venom (Various uses)

Other: Sweet potatoes are a favorite food.

[Tigger]

Name: Shang Quanai

Alias: kablewy

Age:19

Appearance: Boom

Job:Explosive Expert

Bio: His family originated from china, ancient firework workers that could trace their accomplishments and deeds down to the Qin Dynasty. Growing up, Shang learned the trade of his forefathers with his brothers and sisters, creating big fireworks, small ones, ones that would be delayed for hours and go off in the most astounding way. He also learn martial arts, was instructed in several languages, due to him having the off chance of having to travel to different countries to perform his shows. Shang had every intention to follow through with his family's footsteps to work in the courts, but something had stopped him from taking that final steps into the imperial court, for he was not the heir to the family, being the third born son so he wouldn't be able to choose his own life. Shang met that something at the age of 15, he was a captain from the United States, Captain William. He was just visiting on a routine assignment, protecting a ambassador who was visiting the Chinese imperial court. The two of them hit it off right from the start, for the captain saw the potential within the young man, and he wanted the expert within his regiment, which wasn't hard. As their friendship grew over the year, Shang soaked up the stories of the states from the captain, the adventures, the people, the craziness. He knew he wouldn't' get much being where he was at, it would be easy to live here he knew, but dull and monotous. So when the captain left, Shang gather his possessions that he would need, left a note explaining to his parents what he was doing, and was gone with the sea on the boat to the /states. He was in the army for three years gaining more experience and knowledge about explosives and weapons. With the captain's Guidance he was deadly and cunning during the battles against indians and bandits. But due to his race, he was never considered for promotion, leaving him at a corporal. He was frustrated, and hated the white man saw him, so he talked to his friend William about it. William was angry, but was powerless to do anything about it, so with his blessing's he sent Shang on his way once his full three years was done. Now he is looking for A new way to make a earning.

Personality:He has a keen mind, seeing everything with formula's in his eyes and compounds in his ears. He loves his explosives, thinking it as an art form, wither it be for entertainment or wiping out the enemy. His family is old, and so is his pride. He doesn't take criticism of his bombs well, and doesn't like anyone touching them at all without his permission for that matter. He has an outgoing personality, loves to meet new people and get their story or something else about them. He lived in the courts, so lying comes second nature to him, and he has ambitious, which he is willing to dedicate allot towards. Not a very sadistic person, he will try avoid harming innocents, but knows that sometimes the best laid plans can go wrong and always have a back up.

Family/loved ones?: Family in china, Captain William, currently in texas.

Weapons: Remington rolling block rifle, Colt .45 revolver, Explosive kit, several sticks of dynamite, a few grenades, several fireworks that do no damage, but are great for distractions or signals, and a knife.

Other: He carries with him a lighter with a ancient dragon on its cover, gifted to him by the captain when he first joined the army. Languages known, French, English, Japenese, learning dutch when he has the time. Favorite color is green.

[Jones Sparrow]

All accepted!! awesome characters btw hahaha

[Wolf]

I edited my CS to fit the Co-Leader conditions

[Jones Sparrow]

awesome! all are accepted!

[Wolf]

How many more people do you want before you get the IC going?

[Jones Sparrow]

There's a friend of mine whose gonna join, and I'm going to PM the person who was in the interest check, but hasn't made a character yet, and once they join, we'll start it!

[Wolf]

Okay, sounds good

[Wolf]

*twiddles thumbs* Sooo...

[Jones Sparrow]

i know, I know hahaha

I'll get an OOC up sometime tomorrow

Sorry for the delay!

[Jambo1117]

I neeeeed to write up a CS !

[Tigger]

Chillin...

[Wolf]

You know, I'm actually surprised this isn't getting more interest. Who doesn't love a good old west RP?

[Jones Sparrow]

hhaha yeah, to be honest I am too!

I will get the IC up soon though, Jambo you can create a CS any time, and you'll be good hahaha

[Wolf]

Sounds good. I can't wait for this one to start

[Jones Sparrow]

IC is up! I took very little control of your character, Wolf hahaha. It was small things, hope you don't mind.

[Wolf]

I can't believe you did that. Unforgivable!

Nah, I don't really care lol I'm going on a roadtrip today, so I'll try to get a post up when I get to the hotel this evening/night :)

[Wolf]

Short e.e

Sorry for taking so long, I've had writer's block for this RP for some reason. Hopefully it'll go away soon