deegee

Floating.

Oh, hell yeah! Just the sort of Star Wars Roleplay I'm down with. Is this still open?

@Archazen

Does a hobby-bantha have a wooden leg? You betcha. 😁

Ghosts of Highlake

AOK by me!

Floating.

Heyo, I'm Dee. If I've written with you before, nice to see you. If you and I are new to writing together, and you're just checking out this 1X1 because of the snazzy title, welcome. (and HA. Sucker.) I wrote Star Wars fic for years, over on Jedi vs. Sith (if you know, you know. If you don't, don't bother checking it out... it's really not very inclusive. I essentially left years ago.) Thing is, I feel the void left by not writing Star Wars fic anymore. I would like to again, in perhaps a small group.

Anyone who's anyone knows the real interest in the Star Wars universe isn't the Jedi, or the Sith. Force-Users are boring. I knew this years before the Mandalorian made it cool. Smugglers are the life-blood of Star Wars. I've watched some of the new Star Wars stuff. Haven't watched other bits. I like some. I dislike other bits. **shrug** that's the life of a Star Wars fan, these days.

To borrow a phrase (poorly paraphrased, I'm sure...) "get a ship, keep it in the air, keep flying. Barely. It ain't much, but it's enough." -attributed to Malcolm Reynolds.

I'm looking for a crew to pull some jobs. I don't intend to pull them off very cleanly. I don't intend to come out unscathed. I don't even intend to make a whole lot of credits. I may not be a good Captain, but that's the role I fell into.

Who else thinks Star Wars can keep its laser swords, and wants to go do some crimes?

-dee

Ghosts of Highlake

'Smith'

Name: "folks call me 'Smith.' "
True Name / Alias: *cocks the hammer* "who wants ta know?"
Allegiances: What allegiance?
Rank: not terribly fond of the bath, no...
Age: unknown, appears to be in his 30's Sex: Male
Height: 'bout 5'9”, Eyes: Blue
Physique: a little malnourished / 'trail lean.' He's wiry and scrappy, like a mangy dog.
Hair: long, black, a little greasy.
Skin: pale, needs some vitamin D – uncommon for outlanders...

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Gunfighter. Don't much matter what kinda firearm he's got in his hands. Smith's always had good luck when it came to killin' folks. Spencer rifle, pistol, Sharps, carbines, shotgun. Don't matter. He may not be the fastest draw or the best aim, but he was always lucky, and steady to a fault -- like there was nothing to fear but his own nerve, and if that held... shoot. Better watch out.

Nothing to Lose. Smith is on a mission, and he's convinced it will end with his demise. But not until them that deserve it, get what's comin' to 'em. A man with truly nothing to lose is a dangerous man indeed.

Stubborn as an Ox. Smith's been dead plenty times. Or close enough to it to know how far a man can push past his limits. He ain't afraid of taking a bullet. Or four. Because he knows his will is damn near enough stronger than a handful of .45-70 Sharps rounds. He won't be stopped, or toppled. Now -- stubborn is also a pain in the tuchus. He don't ask nobody for help, don't trust nobody, don't really make friends easy. Many times bitten. But if he gives his word, he will keep it. He also lives by his own code of ethics, which is about all he's got left.

Loner. His mission will need allies. But Smith figures -- at least at the start of our story, that he don't need none. Moreover, as much as he'd rather not have any scruples at all, he's still concerned enough about 'good' folk that he'd rather not see anyone who were to side with him come to any harm -- and they would. Should anyone take a shine to him, he'll do his damndest to push them off. He's lost too much, and seen too many die, to every want the responsibility of anyone's heart again.

Out for Blood. Make no mistake. Things are going to get ugly. Blood will be spilled. Vengeance has a price, and Smith is willing to pay it. Wrath is an ugly thing, and he has no illusions about his ugliness.

APPEARANCE: Smith is a wiry, ashen-faced, narrow-shouldered man who looks more like prey than predator. His eyes perpetually squint, he is slow to speak, and when he does his voice is barely a croak. His clothes are threadbare (and taken off a dead man a fortnight ago.) Spurs jingle as he walks, his boots worn and re-stitched. Difficult to see what he might be carrying to protect hisself, under that old priest's button-up cassock he wears like a poncho...

BIOGRAPHY: On the Way...

Ghosts of Highlake

Original planning thread here:

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/192815-seeking-a-western/ooc

Seeking a Western

OOC here:

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/192900-ghosts-of-highlake/ooc

Ghosts of Highlake

First things first, hoss. I ain't no GM. I mebbe a player. And I mebbe come up up with some semblance of ideas. But this ain't my tale. It's the tale of them that write it. We'll do well to come up with a plot ourselves, as we go on.

Now, that ain't to say I don't have some ideas my own self. I'm a man in need of killing. I ain't no good. Never was. Probably never will be. If I get the chance to take down them that deserve it along with me, so much the better. Won't even the score. Not even close. But if I can do that on my way out, it'd pay some penance that I owe.

I hear tell there's a town in need. I plan to see they get the help they needs. For that, I'll need me a crew. I might be a rough'n tough'n son of a bitch, but even I know I can't do it all by my lonesome.

Who'll ride with me?

Seeking a Western

Gunther -- good to see you! (Last wrote with you in that Serenity RP a few years back.) Haven't made the OOC yet, but I'll linky it ASAP. I need to dig thru your PM's and get back at you.

Seeking a Western

Anybody? Let's go... don't make me get the lasso...

Seeking a Western

Hey -- Western lovers! Come on in!