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The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Will try and get a post up by Monday at the latest.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Troy Casey

Appearance

Pre-Death

After selling his soul to a demon, Troy's body shifted itself in order to excel in combat - his bones grew hard, his reflexes and dexterity bolstered to superhuman levels, and his speed increasing to that of 3 men. Unfortunately, his body was twisted into a monstrous mockery of it's old self, and holy items burned him to the touch. He was infamous as one of the most dangerous shots in the new world, but rarely killed anyone who crossed his path.

Post-Death

Troy has become a disembodied ghost, but due to the weakness of his soul, has been forced to reside in an object of sentimental value and rest until he grows strong enough to exist without this anchor. His chose form was that of a Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver, his most prized possession before his death. This was the weapon he used in his final duel, and it never left his side. Even in death, it is less like he owns the weapon, and more like the weapon owns him. He is unable to support his spectral form, and thus only exists as the revolver. The gun itself is a simple weapon, made with an oaken handle and silver barrel. Despite it's size, it seems somewhat heavier than normal.

Name: Troy Casey

Alias: "The Revolver", "The Gravedigger"

Species: Supernatural: Ghost, possessing a revolver

Faction: None.

Biography: Troy Casey was born into a small, rather poor family around 1802. As a boy, he had a fiery temper, and grew up on the more wild areas of New England. He may have been a bit rough around the edges, but he had a good heart, and always did what he felt was right. These good intentions, however, rarely turned out well, and Troy was widely recognized as a troublemaker in his hometown of Ellsworth. Luckily, he was only imprisoned a couple of times, and they were never for longer than a year. Troy eventually dropped out of school, and took over the family farm. Troy, however, wasn't the type of guy to stay on a farm his whole life, no siree. He wanted to explore the new world, even if there wasn't much out there.

In 1820, Troy followed in the footsteps of Daniel boon and Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore the West. While Lewis and Clark had already explored the majority of the country, Troy was the kinda kid that had to see first hand what the new world had to offer. His travels took him from many parts of the continent, and he met many faces along the way. Some encounters were... less than friendly. Luckily, he managed to make a close friend during these times - David McCoy. McCoy was tall, pale, and had dark hair, but was very handsome. Definitely not the type you would expect to be exploring the wild parts of the Country. Still, the pair grew close with no one else to talk to - so close, in fact, that after a particularly bad Native American attack, David offered a fantastic deal - Troy would never have to worry about attacks again, at the price of Troy's immortal soul.

Troy was never a religious man, having been sent to jail several, times, and this seemed just like David's sense of humor. So, jokingly, the pair shook on the deal. Troy went to sleep that night, awakening in horror. He was roughly the same as before - only except half his face was missing, and tendrils sprouted from his body like disgusting tentacles. Troy immediately began to look for David, but he was nowhere in sight. The bastard had run off in the night.

For the next few years, Troy survived in the wild, staying far from human civilization. The supernatural was common, but he looked outright monstrous, and was sure to be attacked. It wasn't until 1840 that Troy had a lucky break. A man had died, leaving behind one of the newer inventions - a revolver. Troy had also found a large number of bullets with the man's corpse, and after practicing with the gun, Troy realized he was talented with it. Not to mention, his demonic traits made him all the more effective, his reaction time and speed quickly compounding to make him an excellent shot. With the hunt renewed, Troy continued to hunt McCoy, occasionally looting towns in the night to procure more bullets. In 1855, Troy stole a new gun from a naval officer, unfortunately having to break the man's arm to escape. It was then that Troy found McCoy, on the outskirts of the old Casey farm.

David had his own pistol and, wanting the duel to be fair, told Troy about a single weak spot at the base of his neck. A good shot there should kill him, sending him back to hell. If Troy won, he would get back his soul. But if David won, Troy was damned to not only an eternity of hell, but would be David's personal slave for all eternity. The duel was short lived - David had gone too easy on Troy. Perhaps he had generally been a friend, and didn't want to kill Troy. As he died, Troy felt his soul come back to him. Unfortunately, he was immediately killed - the Naval officer, dying of infection, was avenged by his soldiers, who had chased after a monster in the outskirts of Ellsworth.

Troy, however, refused to die. His soul, weakened from David feeding off of it for so many years, could not support a spiritual form - but it could continue existing if it found a place to rest. As such, it moved to the object that Troy held most dear - the weapon he used to kill the person he hated the most.

Years passed - Troy was wielded by many different people, all overestimating their newfound abilities. They usually died, but some simply tossed Troy when he wouldn't stop annoying them. Overtime, the Civil war started and ended, with little consequence to Troy. Eventually, however, the winter started - Troy would not be directly impacted by it, seeing as he didn't need food, but many people were sure to die. Finally, with a new purpose, Troy finds himself without a wielder and in Wichita, looking for a way to stop the White Wyrm.

Personality: Tired, Wise, Supportive

Melee Weapons: N/A

Projectile Weapons: Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver.

Skills/Abilities:
Himself:
-General Telekinesis - A staple of Ghosts. Relatively weak compared to most ghosts, but enough to move himself at a decent pace. Can use this to alter the trajectory of his bullets somewhat.
-Supernatural Quality - The revolver he possesses is supernaturally good. It never needs cleaning, never jams, and is far more difficult to damage than normal.
-Telepathy - Troy is capable of communicating with anyone touching the revolver, and can read their minds as well. This effect stops immediately after physical contact stops.
Wielder:
-Supernatural Marksmanship - Anyone wielding the revolver has a weakened form of Troy's skill with the revolver. This is an intermediate skill level, enough that the wielder can use the revolver as if they had it for a few years. This increases the wielder's skill more if they are already proficient with revolvers or they are demons.
-Enhanced Reaction Time.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Grec
Anybody really. Most likely the first person to find him.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Grec
Sorry for taking so long. This guy okay?

Troy Casey

Appearance

Pre-Death

After selling his soul to a demon, Troy's body shifted itself in order to excel in combat - his bones grew hard, his reflexes and dexterity bolstered to superhuman levels, and his speed increasing to that of 3 men. Unfortunately, his body was twisted into a monstrous mockery of it's old self, and holy items burned him to the touch. He was infamous as one of the most dangerous shots in the new world, but rarely killed anyone who crossed his path.

Post-Death

Troy has become a disembodied ghost, but due to the weakness of his soul, has been forced to reside in an object of sentimental value and rest until he grows strong enough to exist without this anchor. His chose form was that of a Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver, his most prized possession before his death. This was the weapon he used in his final duel, and it never left his side. Even in death, it is less like he owns the weapon, and more like the weapon owns him. He is unable to support his spectral form, and thus only exists as the revolver. The gun itself is a simple weapon, made with an oaken handle and silver barrel. Despite it's size, it seems somewhat heavier than normal.

Name: Troy Casey

Alias: "The Revolver", "The Gravedigger"

Species: Supernatural: Ghost, possessing a revolver

Faction: None.

Biography: Troy Casey was born into a small, rather poor family around 1802. As a boy, he had a fiery temper, and grew up on the more wild areas of New England. He may have been a bit rough around the edges, but he had a good heart, and always did what he felt was right. These good intentions, however, rarely turned out well, and Troy was widely recognized as a troublemaker in his hometown of Ellsworth. Luckily, he was only imprisoned a couple of times, and they were never for longer than a year. Troy eventually dropped out of school, and took over the family farm. Troy, however, wasn't the type of guy to stay on a farm his whole life, no siree. He wanted to explore the new world, even if there wasn't much out there.

In 1820, Troy followed in the footsteps of Daniel boon and Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore the West. While Lewis and Clark had already explored the majority of the country, Troy was the kinda kid that had to see first hand what the new world had to offer. His travels took him from many parts of the continent, and he met many faces along the way. Some encounters were... less than friendly. Luckily, he managed to make a close friend during these times - David McCoy. McCoy was tall, pale, and had dark hair, but was very handsome. Definitely not the type you would expect to be exploring the wild parts of the Country. Still, the pair grew close with no one else to talk to - so close, in fact, that after a particularly bad Native American attack, David offered a fantastic deal - Troy would never have to worry about attacks again, at the price of Troy's immortal soul.

Troy was never a religious man, having been sent to jail several, times, and this seemed just like David's sense of humor. So, jokingly, the pair shook on the deal. Troy went to sleep that night, awakening in horror. He was roughly the same as before - only except half his face was missing, and tendrils sprouted from his body like disgusting tentacles. Troy immediately began to look for David, but he was nowhere in sight. The bastard had run off in the night.

For the next few years, Troy survived in the wild, staying far from human civilization. The supernatural was common, but he looked outright monstrous, and was sure to be attacked. It wasn't until 1840 that Troy had a lucky break. A man had died, leaving behind one of the newer inventions - a revolver. Troy had also found a large number of bullets with the man's corpse, and after practicing with the gun, Troy realized he was talented with it. Not to mention, his demonic traits made him all the more effective, his reaction time and speed quickly compounding to make him an excellent shot. With the hunt renewed, Troy continued to hunt McCoy, occasionally looting towns in the night to procure more bullets. In 1855, Troy stole a new gun from a naval officer, unfortunately having to break the man's arm to escape. It was then that Troy found McCoy, on the outskirts of the old Casey farm.

David had his own pistol and, wanting the duel to be fair, told Troy about a single weak spot at the base of his neck. A good shot there should kill him, sending him back to hell. If Troy won, he would get back his soul. But if David won, Troy was damned to not only an eternity of hell, but would be David's personal slave for all eternity. The duel was short lived - David had gone too easy on Troy. Perhaps he had generally been a friend, and didn't want to kill Troy. As he died, Troy felt his soul come back to him. Unfortunately, he was immediately killed - the Naval officer, dying of infection, was avenged by his soldiers, who had chased after a monster in the outskirts of Ellsworth.

Troy, however, refused to die. His soul, weakened from David feeding off of it for so many years, could not support a spiritual form - but it could continue existing if it found a place to rest. As such, it moved to the object that Troy held most dear - the weapon he used to kill the person he hated the most.

Years passed - Troy was wielded by many different people, all overestimating their newfound abilities. They usually died, but some simply tossed Troy when he wouldn't stop annoying them. Overtime, the Civil war started and ended, with little consequence to Troy. Eventually, however, the winter started - Troy would not be directly impacted by it, seeing as he didn't need food, but many people were sure to die. Finally, with a new purpose, Troy finds himself without a wielder and in Wichita, looking for a way to stop the White Wyrm.

Personality: Tired, Wise, Supportive

Melee Weapons: N/A

Projectile Weapons: Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver.

Skills/Abilities:
Himself:
-General Telekinesis - A staple of Ghosts. Relatively weak compared to most ghosts, but enough to move himself at a decent pace. Can use this to alter the trajectory of his bullets somewhat.
-Supernatural Quality - The revolver he possesses is supernaturally good. It never needs cleaning, never jams, and is far more difficult to damage than normal.
-Telepathy - Troy is capable of communicating with anyone touching the revolver, and can read their minds as well. This effect stops immediately after physical contact stops.
Wielder:
-Supernatural Marksmanship - Anyone wielding the revolver has a weakened form of Troy's skill with the revolver. This is an intermediate skill level, enough that the wielder can use the revolver as if they had it for a few years. This increases the wielder's skill more if they are already proficient with revolvers or they are demons.
-Enhanced Reaction Time.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 1680/2000
Mana: 400/500

Stats

Health: 2000
Mana: 500
Strength: 11
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 1

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The wolf bit down onto Theo's leg, giving it a good grip to toss him around like a rag doll. This was by far the worst pain he had experienced in the game thus far - not the most damage, perhaps, but having a creature bite you in the leg and trapping you is pretty scary. A quick glance at the top of his vision gave Theo a sense of slight relief, however - it looked like he took no damage. He hadn't looked earlier, but that healing beam from Karma must have healed him a decent amount - enough that the damage from the wolf brought him back to the Health he had before the heal. Luckily, a flurry of arrows and spells caused the creature to loosen the wolf's grip, and Theo was able to push the monster off of him. Just then, Aggravate wore off, and the wolf leapt at the opportunity - metaphorically, and literally. It pounced onto the wolf summoned by dubstepp, before Aster managed to slaughter the monster with a whirlwind of blows. It crumpled into pixels, and the way to the chests was clear.

Theo collected his portion of the loot, equipping the new shield gleefully. With this, he could sell the buckler - that would be a pretty chunk of Renn, which would be all the closer to the plate armor he desired. As the loot was handed out, Alisea and Dubstepp got into a heated argument... Normally, Dirk probably would have interjected with a word of good nature, but the timing felt off - it might come off as him taking dubstepp's side over Alisea, rather than being impartial. Luckily, the argument died down, and they continued on their path.

They stopped relatively soon, when a massive number of wolves laid in front of them. They quickly rose, and combat started. Reylan, as he did in the prior fights, called out expected orders - Moving as quickly as he could, the paladin moved forwards, doing his best to block as much of the hallway as possible. There were far too many wolves for Aggravate to be effective, so Theo instead used the environment - the hallway, compared to the prior locations, was narrow, and considering his relatively large size, Theo could cover a decent amount of it. The wolves would likely be intimidated and unwilling to sneak underneath him - but even if they made it around him, Aster was waiting for them.

Two arrows hit the wolves to Theo's right, followed by a third shortly after. Alisea shot out her own spells, hitting Wolf 1 squarely with an icicle shot. Immediately after, a flaming ball and icicle attacked Wolf 2, before she addressed dubstepp. Theo looked to his side, seeing Wolf 3 attempt to run around him. Theo slashed at it, but allowed it to pass - now that it was relatively weaker, perhaps Dubstepp would have an easier time taming it? Theo quickly moved back, delivering another slash at wolf 1. If he was lucky, he could block most of the other wolves before they attacked his allies.

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Summary:
Equip shield
Block hallway
Slash Wolf 3
Slash wolf 1

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Still writing char, I had to finish up, like, 3 essays back to back for school.

Will have them done by tomorrow.

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Interested, will get up a sheet tomorrow.
Edit: Work has kept me busy - will try and post a CS tomorrow.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Tony Nicholson

Circus Maximus

@Sickle-cell@Migyudon@Old Amsterdam@Lasrever

The wait didn't take too long - people began coming in faster now, and the number of attendees rapidly began to increase. Tony noted that, while the circus always received a fairly large audience, the numbers were significantly bigger tonight. perhaps Pipeline said something in the invitations about Sickle-cell being invited again? That would surely bring quite a few people. This thought was interrupted, however, as the first betters came up. A line quickly formed, as not only was the betting area the place where bets were placed, but it also was the area to head to in order to find out the fights going on tonight. In fact, at least several people came up solely to ask when Sickle-Cell was fighting, and were delighted to find out he was the first fight of the night. A majority of betters simply began to place bets after Tony listed off the fights, and he quickly began to feel bad for this "Automaton" person. Even if they won, the only people who'd be happy were the people who bet for her - a fairly small number, mostly of people who thought the Wonderland rigged the fight last year.

One of the flashier betters, a girl with pink and brown hair with matching eye colors, placed a decent sum on Vector - a cape from the protectorate who was a tinker for archery. Normally, Tony would tense up when someone bet on a protectorate cape - It just creeps you out, you know? Most people who came to these things were criminals, and you rarely expect some thug to place money on a person who would toss him into the slammer without a second thought. Then again, Tony's power had given him a good deal of confidence (perhaps too much...), and the girl placing the bet didn't seem threatining. At least, she didn't look like she was - parahumans can look like anything, and act far worse than they look.

After the girl left, a couple minutes of betting passed, before another person showed up to engage in conversation. Normally this wasn't weird, but most nights, Tony's circus conversations were with drunk gang members. Instead, two somewhat relatively well adjusted girls were doing the talking.

"Up against Sickle, huh... guess that's one way to do a first encounter. So, how bad are my odds?"

Tony quickly realized this was the mysterious Automaton, and immediately felt a pang of regret. Even if she was a tinker, she didn't look like she had any gear on her, and unless she could teleport it to her, she was horribly unprepared. Tony sighed slightly, the ski mask muffling his voice slightly.

"You're Automaton, right? Just know this - there's no shame in calling out of a fight. Audience might get pissed, but tapping out is better than ending up like Juggernaut..."

Tony quickly reached underneath the booth, pulling out a small binder. He flipped it open, turning towards the folder labelled "Round 1" and, while his face was covered, his eyes noticeably crinkled.

"16 to 1 against you beating Sickle. Good luck - your fight is coming on soon."

The two talked for awhile, before Tony had to continue taking bets. After another few minutes, another person striked up conversation - pretty impressive since the first match hasn't started yet and no one was trying to get their money back.

"Hey there, compadre, I'm here to enter. Name's Gamble. Independent entry. Just one question... This nullification field thingy stay active during the fights? Cause if not, I'd like to place a couple wagers."

Tony scratched his head slightly, making sure his mask didn't rise with his fingers. People occasionally wnated to enter when they weren't already in the matches, but they didn't often make it in - not many people do so, and it's hard to find a fighter just out of nowhere.

"I can try and get you in, but I'm not really sure who would fight you. Plus, you'd probably be near the end of the night if I can get you one. That alright? Oh, and the field is taken down during matches, so place any bets you want."

Tony pointed towards the board containing the fights, before cringing slightly. He felt the chill down his spine the second he entered the circus - he knew about the field for awhile, but never felt it until today. It was disgusting, but Tony appreciated it greatly. It had saved him from numerous individuals who wanted to start trouble in the past.

The lines had thinned heavily by this point, and the first match was going to begin soon. Tony Pulled open the binder once more, thinking about that girl, 'Automaton.' He hoped she wasn't going to end up getting destroyed. Silently, he prepared himself, getting ready to introduce the first two fighters.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Will get a post out once I'm off work.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Dirk Davidson

Health: 1680/2000
Mana: 400/500

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Theo's slash did barely anything to the massive white wolf, but the assault of his companions definitely were having an effect. The creature was burning, and blood leaked from the creature liberally. Theo wouldn't take his eyes off the wolf, doing his best to stay between it and his companions.

As soon as he thought this, a massive rabbit appeared right next to Theo, and delivered a swift strike at the wolf.

Theo was stunned - what the hell was this thing? Before he had time to deliberate over these things, Aster rushed to the wolf, delivering a two handed strike, and then three more strikes in rapid succession. This blitz took back Dirk, and he prepared himself once more.

The wolf's claws merely raked his skin - he wasn't even the main target. Despite this, the pain he felt was intense... thankfully, the game restricted most of the pain you felt, so it wasn't nearly as intense as it would be in reality. The rabbit looked like it was in pain, but Theo heard Reylan's command. He could guard himself against the attacks if he tried, and his damage was pretty pitiful against the wolf anyways, so not much would be lost. Still, the rabbit was nearly missing half it's health with just that attack - could it take another guy like that? Did tamers even have a revival ability for pets?

A shot flew past his head, and the arrow dug itself snugly into the wolf's side. Following behind quickly, a bolt of lighting from dubstepp blasted the wolf, and Theo was prepared to begin his guarding now that the attacks were over. The bunny, apparently named Totoro, unleashed a strike towards the wolf.

Another icicle blast from Alisea flew into the wolf's side, quickly followed by another shot. Before he could begin to get some aggro, a wave of tranquillity washed over Theo. His health bar rose as the healing beam hit, and Theo cast Aggravate.

As he did, so Theo rushed behind the wolf, taking the others out of range for his slashing attack. He could take another couple hits easy, and the wolf wouldn't last if they kept up this assault. Theo slashed once at the wolf, before guarding himself with his shield.

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Summary:
Cast Aggravate
Move behind wolf
Attack
Guard with shield