[CHAR] No man's land

[GhostReaper]

The man with no name

Name:Nobody/No name
Age:un-known
Occupation:Bounty Hunter
Species:Human
Apperance:

Personality: Calm and collect, a little quite at times. He is a man of much experience, and because of this he is more deliberate with his actions and words. He has nothing to prove to anybody, he simply does his job before he moves on to the next. To him the job is everything. This is how he has always been for a very long time. Though he tends to be a loner, not always liking to keep people with him on the job as he has seen to many people die from his dangerous line of work. He knows much of the supernatural, but isn't the "Monsters evil" type. He sees things more in a grey, humans and monsters are able to be good and evil just the same.

Histroy:He has wandered the frontier for years, working as a bounty hunter he isn't questioned or paid attention to. He enters a town does his job, then leaves. Though he isn't a bounty hunter in the normal since of the word, he also works as a bounty hunter for the supernatural world. Hunting demons, vampires, werewolves, and any other kind of monster that hunts humans. This life keeps him on the road a lot as he has no permanent home. This also makes him more dangerous, he has no family, no home and nothing to lose.

Working in the frontier for years he has been starting to notice something, there has been an increase in activity, for years he had been looking into it and investigating this. Hunting down Monsters and even humans that seemed to be more powerful then they should be, working with knowledge they shouldn't have. After years of investigation all signs have been leading to a mining town called Solomon. So he saddled up his horse and hit the road once more. His work never ending.

Weapons:twin colt .45 Revolvers, Hunting knife, as well as many occult items.

Skills:Tracking, hunting, sharpshooter, quick draw, as well as an extensive knowledge of the occult and Supernatural.

[AdvancedJ3lly]

Frank Langley

Name: Frank Langley

Age: 28

Occupation: Pinkerton Agent

Species: Human

Appearance:
Frank stands 5’8” tall and has a fairly average build. He has short brown hair, dull blue eyes, and a well-maintained handlebar mustache. He wears a simple black suit and coat as well as a bowler hat. He does not wear his Pinkerton badge openly, only bringing out when needed.

Personality:
Frank’s primary goal is to get the job done and get paid. If he has fun along the way, that’s just fine by him. Frank seems to be unhappy at all times, his constant angry scowl obscured by his mustache. Despite his attitude, he tends to be fairly calm most of the time. He won’t hesitate to kill someone if needed, and he tends to use intimidation and force to get jobs done.

History:
Frank’s father was a military man, an army cavalryman to the core. Before him, so was his grandfather. It meant that there was an overwhelming expectation that Frank would do the same and enlist. The young man did, and enlisted in the army as an infantryman. He served without incident for a couple years, then resigned after a growing distaste with military life.
After some time tossing around get rich quick schemes, he settled on a more stable job. The Pinkerton Agency seemed perfect for Frank, a job that would allow him to use the skills the military had taught him and make a good amount of money doing it. Pinkertons were the country’s private police, with more personnel than the country had soldiers, and Frank wanted in. Detective work was never his calling, but he became accustomed to it after some time with Pinkerton.
With the threat of bandits and robbery growing around mining towns throughout the West, businessmen and miners turned to Pinkertons to get their merchandise and money where it needed to go. Unlike his comrades in Chicago and other cities that were busy beating down riots and intimidating unions, he was among the many agents sitting on wagons and patrolling small mining towns, loaded rifles in hand and threats all around.

Weapons:
-Winchester 1866 Rifle: Frank’s “coach gun.” He doesn’t carry it around with him, but keeps it around for when a caravan needs protecting or a fight is unavoidable on a job.
-Smith & Wesson Model 10 Revolver: Frank’s primary sidearm. He keeps it clearly visible in a leather hip holster.
-Colt Single Action Army “Banker’s Special”: Frank’s backup gun for last resort use and to surprise enemies. He wears it concealed under his coat in a shoulder holster.
-Brass Knuckles: When aren’t these helpful to have?

Skills:
Frank is a skilled marksman and fighter, having been in his fair share of fistfights and gunfights alike. He doesn’t have the quickest draw in the world with a pistol, but he makes up with it with his shooting ability. He can shoot rather accurately, or as accurately as dated weapons will allow him to. In hand-to-hand combat, he is a competent fistfighter and fairly strong, but uses knuckledusters to give him a bit of an edge.
In addition, his time as a Pinkerton agent has given him a good amount of experience with detective work, and while he is by no means an expert investigator, he can usually get the job done.

[Grayscythe]

Ethan Baker

Name: Ethan Baker
Age: 28
Occupation: Hunter, Skinner, Trader. Attempting to be a lawman.
Species: Human

Appearance

Appearance:

Personality: Baker isn't a “beat around the bush” type of guy. If he wants answers, he will try to take the straightest solution towards it. This can make him come across as rough or unsocial-able at times, but in truth Baker believes he has the best of intentions. He has a strong sense of justice and has little patience for those that would take advantage of others for their own gain.

History: Ethan Baker has had a mostly stable lifestyle growing up. He was born to a small family, a stay at home mother and a father that would go hunting and sell his game in the town of Solomon. When he was old enough, Ethan started to go with his father on his hunts, which is where he would eventually adopt the trade on his own.

As he grew older, his father eventually passed to sickness. This left Ethan to take care of the household and thus he became the family's main source of income in trading with Solomon. Ethan grew into a fine hunter, an excellent shot, but also a bit of an outsider to the town. He did have one good friend in town, however, the Sheriff. After his father died the Sheriff always made it a point to look out for Ethan and help him and his mother however he could. The sheriff of Solomon always wanted Ethan to join up as a deputy for him but Ethan didn't feel like the job fit him.

That all changed when the Sheriff was killed by outlaws. The town of Solomon was put into danger and now Ethan's friend was dead. Out of respect for his friend and with a new found sense of justice, Ethan wants to set out to protect Solomon from any threats it might face and bring those that killed the Sheriff in for their just reward.

Weapons and Equipment:

Winchester Repeater Rifle, Cattleman Revolver, Hunting Knife, Rope

Skills:

A talented marksman, tracker and gunslinger. No magical knowledge and limited supernatural being knowledge.

Weaknesses:

Baker knows nothing of magic and little experience with the supernatural. He has heard the tales, but his firsthand experience is very limited. As such, when it comes to fighting an opponent that takes more than a bullet to put down, Baker is going to have his hands full.

Outside of the range, Baker also has very little experience with politics. A silver tongue, he has not.

[Affili]

"Wel'Chi" [+]

Name: Wel’Chi

Age: Centuries

Occupation: Pathfinder, Guide, to those that know how to find him unless of course, he seeks to find you.

Species: Shapeshifter

Apperance:


Personality: Long existence has taught him well. Slow to anger and very patient. When one exists for so long, anger, hatred, greed all become mostly irrelevant. Seeks to share his wisdom with others, very approachable and curteous.

History: Wel’Chi has known these lands for it seems an eternity, eyes witness to rivers run dry and the death of entire forests. the up routing of native tribes forcing them to relocate or worse. Shamans speak of him in stories and he is known by many names both modern and ancient.
He saw with those same eyes.the annihilation of his tribe because of their refusal to leave their territories in order to make way for the frontier. But yet he remains, tribeless, forced into solitude barely escaping with his life. It would have been a fine death at that, he would have been cut down standing against their foes, but fate had other plans.

Weapons: A repeater rifle

Skills:
Wel'Chi has the ability to change forms whenever as long as he has the strength and stamina to undergo such transformations. After years of studying nature, his hand to hand combat is quite formidable, flowing from one strike to the next as water flows through a stream.

Firearms: Since the frontier began its expansion he has carried a repeater rifle with him and possesses acute marksmanship skills.

Magic:
Using his affinity to nature, he can use magic to heal. There are also destructive spells in his arsenal. all Magic is accessed through invoking certain spirits to carry out the magic.

[Affili]

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[Eyeris]

Name: Dustin

Age: 18

Occupation:
1. Wilderness Guide: She knows her way around the mountain. Her best clients are gold-hunters looking to find gold without attracting the notice of Mr. Haversthon.
2. Herbalist: She sometimes sells specialty herbs and weeds. People know that she has special smokes for a variety ailments and experiences.

Species: Human, specifically from the “Burned Clay” tribe.

Appearance:


Dustin is a girl, but dresses like a boy. She is a woman of 18 years but her appearance comes across as a boy of 17. She wears a mixture of tribal and pioneer clothing.

Personality: Dustin is quiet and deliberate. She is not standoffish, but does work hard to keep herself as an outsider. She does not want to attract attention to herself for a number of reasons. She would rather keep her identity ambiguous. She does, despite herself, enjoy the saloon music. Especially the piano. She will spend time there to listen to the music, and to find clients. She also has an artistic side that has never fully realized itself. To relax she will carve bone when she is alone or trace patterns with charcoal.

History: Dustin is not her birth name, which is Dowanhowee. She was born into the Burned Clay tribe. She grew up raised by her grandparents (this is common custom within the tribe) and from an early age she was noticed by the healer of the tribe. He began to teach her as she got older. He called her ‘two-spirited’ and was training her to replace him when he died.

He was one of the first to die of the plague. The tribe was overtaken by a sickness that seemed to come from nowhere. Her grandmother forced her to leave the village with several other children who had not yet become sick. They were put in a canoe and sent downstream. She was 15 at this time.

Miles from home, the canoe was discovered by a group of settlers. It was quite the culture shock for the Black Clay children who had never seen outsiders before..There were a few missionaries in the group, they jumped at the chance to educate the savage children! She learned a little english but was very unhappy. One of the men adopted her, he was a gold panner, they separated from the group soon after that. The man re-named her Dustin, thinking it best that she best take a man’s name and trade. The Old Man found work in the mines in the mountains of Solomon. Dustin couldn’t stand the work, but found she could make a living as a guide for the diverse travelers passing through the town. She and the Old Man have been living in Solomon for two years.

Weapons:

Blades: She carries a wide knife in a buffalo hide sheath. It is a useful tool as well as something to remind her of home.
Firearms: She travels alone in the wilderness around. She carries a pistol and a rifle.

Skills:
Survivalist: She can survive alone in the wilderness on her own.
Herbal Knowledge: She can identify various plants and their uses.
Shooting: She is not a skilled shooter, but has the basics down.
Small Game: She was never a hunter, but can catch smaller game with traps.
Tracking: Following a trail and finding hidden paths are her specialty.
Stealth: Her line of work involves avoiding notice, she can make herself quiet and keep herself concealed when she needs to.
First Aid: Having studied under the Healer she has basic first aid skills, through, her training is incomplete. Sever wounds would require a more capable healer or doctor.
Sign Talk: She does not speak the languages of other tribes, only English and Clay, but the tribes developed a common sign-language in order to trade with one another. If she comes across other natives she can usually communicate to them with this sign-talk.

[barkmeat2]

THE ONE AND ONLY

Snake Oil Salesmantype character? Eh? Eh?

Name: Manny O. Polly
Age: 35
Occupation: Salesman Extraordinaire
Species: Human
Appearance:



Personality:
This man is the slimiest scum you will ever have the displeasure to meet, but you'll never know it. He is devilishly charismatic with a silver tongue to match. That said he is a man of some honor, he'll get the job done under a contract (of which is usually ridden with loopholes and results are seedier than a wheat field after a tornado.)

Histroy: A man from the cities back East(or lore equivalent). He was raised as the son of a senator, and the underhanded ways of high society molded him into a smooth talker and greed made him into a businessman. That said high society came with its own past times of which he spent much of his spare time carousing in fight clubs learning the gentleman art of pugilism.
With degree in Business administration from a high profile university he came to the frontier to exploit the simple hard working folk.

Weapons:
-The Finest Vulcan Pistol money can buy
-Gold Plated Brass knuckles

Skills:
-Silver Tongue: Born into high society teaches you that a quick wit and a sharp tongue will get you most everything.
-Business Admin: Price speculation, wage management, and most importantly trade bluffs.
-Pugilism: Far from a master and naive to life or death struggles, but he can hold his own.
-Connections: A skill that might have little value in the frontier, but the ability to drop names and threats might prove valuable.

Weaknesses:
-Poor shot: Never had a reason to kill a man...personally.
-Cushy upbringing: The harshness of the frontier wilderness is largely unknown to him.
-Political Enemies: Some very powerful and influential people want him dead.

[czechmate46]

Name: John Ryder

Age: 31

Occupation: Outlaw

Species: Human

Apperance:

Personality: John is a quiet and over all calm man. He keeps to himself for the most part and has few companions. He avoids all possible confrontations and is very independent. However, he is not shy to make it known when someone is getting on his nerves or needs to mind their place. Despite his seemingly submisive demeanor, John is far from kind. He is out for his best interest and that alone. He will not go out of his way to be cruel but if he needs to kill a man in order to succeed, he will do so.

History: As the son of a prostitute and a mysterious frontier man, some could say that John was doomed from the start. He had little adult supervision as a young boy as his mother worked during the day. He would run about the town and explore the surrounding plains then return home at night. Many life lessons were learned this way. When John was 16, his mother was killed in a saloon shooting, rendering John homeless and practically broke. This prompted him to become a bounty hunter, killing or turning in the kind of men that killed his mother. However, in his work of retrieving outlaws, he befriended one who got him interested in the lifestyle. At age 20, John gave up bounty hunting to join a gang. He remained with this gang for seven years until a deal gone wrong rendered every member of his gang dead besides him. Since then, he has been flouting from town to town, doing his own dirty work independently. He currently has been living in Solomon for 3 years.

Weapons: Schofield Revolver, High Power Pistol, Henry Repeater, and a knife

Skills: excellent marksman, persuasive, appears trusting at first, ability to have apathy towards almost anything, horse taming skills, survival skills.

[RPforthatPR]

Richard

Name: Richard Parker
Age: 33
Occupation: ex-Pinkerton Agent, now a hired gunman
Species: Human
Apperance: Richard has short black hair and thick stubble. He usually wears a waistcoat and suit, and carries his revolver threateningly holstered and visible. He towers over most people at 6'3".

Personality: Richard is a cold and stoic man. He just wants money, and his goals are currently unkown. Word around the towns is that he raped and killed a woman and is on the run from the law.

History:

Richard joined Pinkerton when he was fairly young, but quickly left after an unknown incident which had him fleeing his home. He changed his name to Richard Parker, and started offering his gun to anyone who needed bodyguard protection or someone dead. He is both on the wanted list of the Pinkerton Agency and the Law.

Weapons:
-.44 Walker Colt: strongest handheld firearm of the 19th century.
-Machete: Looted off a dead native.

Skills: Richard is an excellent user of firearms, but quite bad at hand to hand combat. He can ride, but is not very good at it at all, and is slightly blind in his left eye. He has lung cancer from smoking his pipe, and is prone to fits of coughing. He is cold, calculating, and won't let anything get in the way of his unknown goal.