[OOC] A Tale of a Boomtown (Wild West RP)

[HHHippo]

Hey guys, A Tale of a Boomtown is starting up. Need your csheets when you're ready with them. ^_^

[AtlasRedfox]

Working on a C.S.

Might take me a day or so..

[Erklings25]

@HHHippo Hey, is it possible to join? Like, right now please?

[HHHippo]

No worries. ^_^ @atlasredfox

And yeah, of course, @Erklings25 would be glad to have you. ^_^

[Erklings25]

@HHHippo Thanks, man! I'll get making my CS!

[Erklings25]

@HHHippo Oh by the way, what am I supposed to put in the 'father, mother et cetera' bit?

[HHHippo]

Names of your relatives.

[knighthawk]

Name:
'Father' Conner O'Conner
Nature:
Manipulator:
You have always been fascinated by others. Why do people behave as they do? What thoughts and emotions affect their actions? The cognitive process that influences the choices people make intrigue you. Sometimes just asking people questions about their actions can yield important information, but often people do not truly understand their own motivations and concerns. In these cases, it is far easier to set up situations, experiments, if you will, to see how people behave. You attempt to manipulate these situations for your personal advantage, in order to discover more information about your chosen subjects. Some might call these experiments cruel, but to you it is mere scientific necessity.
Demeanor:
Confidant:
You understand people, and, more importantly, you like them. You are a facilitator who listens and advises. People confess to you and in return you give them advice, most of which is good (though sometimes your advice is more for your own benefit than for that of the recipient). You are very interested in other people, and who and what they are.
Personalities fascinate you, as do the sickness and beauty of human nature.

Age:
35
Race:
Irish/scottish
Sex:
As often as possible.
Appearance:
The fire red hair of youth has matured to chestnut brown, kept longish even against the trying times. He stands tall at 6'4" with a workers build.

Likes:
People with a weakness for women, Food with a weakness for Chinese cooking, Reading with a weakness for ghastly stories.
Dislikes:
Women abusers, Strong alcohol, Dogs

Positive Aspects:
[EX]“You can talk to me.”
[EX]“Fair pay for Fair work, everyone has something they don't need for a something they don't want to do.”
[EX]“You just brought a knife to a sword-fight.”

Negative Aspects:
[EX]“...Is it supposed to itch?”
[EX]“Say that word again and loose something you are fond of..”
[EX]“These aren't gunfighter hands... these are farmers hands.”

Quirks, Tells, Tics;
Inventory:
Belt with Sawed off coach-gun and holster, Deputy Badge, Horse, Scottish basket-hilt broadsword.
Father: Keenan O'Connor
Mother: Rene O'Connor
Older Brother: Seamus
Eldest sister: Dallas
Older sister: Heather
Back-story:
Second son and fourth born, he was not likely to inherit much in the family so he was already trying to plan for a life from the farm. He was always a hard worker, but it was a means to an end, food on the table and clothing on the back. when he was finished with his chores he would wander to the next farm over for work there, not out of some workhorse complex, but to validate his wandering to the next farm over, and the one after that...

Soon enough he was gone for the night and back in the morning with more than what he left with. Be it food or bits and bobbins. His family got used to him being around less and less often while bringing things back when he returned. Until the day he sent something home by post.

He had made it to the town and established himself as a ready laborer doing small jobs all day and learning a dozen parts of a dozen skills. He became a jack of all trades but master of none, but this was all the medium, the means to an end. His real skill was people, listening understanding, talking over chores while learning tidbits. He hadn't realized it at home, as he already knew his family. But out here it was a well of humanity to drink from and he was so thirsty.

People had a way of unburdening themselves to him, often joking that he must have been a priest in a past life. More than once he impersonated the town priest for confession and oh the secrets the shared then! He moved up from hamlet to small town to begin again. Keeping the Padre persona on hand if need be. He started challenging things, testing the human condition a bit in small ways, lie here, omission there questionable requests under the guise of papacy such as off ways to perform acts of contrition or humility. There was a power there he learned as well as a limit and cost to that power.

He tried his hustle in the big city and got his legs taken out from under him. He woke up on a westbound train with nothing but a blanket to his name with cracked ribs. Fashioning the blanket, one of the other riders said it reminded him of an Irishman's kilt. While not accurate, there was a bit of freedom in it and so he adopted a new persona for wherever the train dropped him off and made a name for himself, quite literally. He arrived in Houston and kept hopping west until he found himself in favorable conditions to have a favor for someone with pull where he got himself deputized and given the chance to be more than a conman or handy man or man of god, but a lawman.