Jones Sparrow

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Kinda forgot I had that power... It's been a while since I've done a group RP XD

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@Alias

I believe so!

But you might be the last addition!

ANYONE WHO SHOWED INTEREST IN THE INTEREST CHECK IS STILL ABLE TO MAKE A CHARACTER THOUGH

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@EllisBell

Another great character! Accepted!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

What year does this take place in and is it the beginning or end of the year? Matters

@FallenTrinity

I didn't really have a year or time of year set for the RP, but while creating it, I was thinking about the late 1880's, so we can say 1886, just turning to summer time?

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@Loki Odinson

Great character! Welcome to the team!

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@Jones Sparrow Are we to post our characters into the Char tab?

@SpicyMeatball

Yep, once it's accepted it's good to go :D

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@Nightwing95

Of course! There's always a spot for you buddy!

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@EllisBell

Of course, welcome to the site!

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@Burrahobbit

We got the explosions expert, awesome! Mister Young is accepted!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Leo could be the perfect teacher if she is looking for a sarcastic gunslinger XD

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@Tericatsu

I like the backstory, give's a lot of things to play with regarding character development! Accepted!

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Steve, and the rest of the group seemed shocked at the information. The digital face of a man Captain America once knew stared right at him, which sent a deep sickness down in his stomach. He had so many questions, but right now, it wasn't he time. Sharon's voice echoed through the room, and it was up to Cap to try and find a way out of the place he spent so much time in... except, he never went into this part. He scanned the area, and then looked at Clint, Brock, and Sam. "Everyone, search for a draft within the walls. Knock on them, move stuff around, we need to find their emergency exit.

The digital laugh appeared again. "Very good, Rogers... Still haven't lost your touch."

"You better shut the hell up!" Sam yelled, running across the room in search of some secret exit. "13, give us a timer. Worst case we'll make an impromptu bunker." Steve called out, scanning the room, and then turning his head towards the computer screen. "How did you...?"

"survive? After you went into the ocean, foiling Herr Skull's plans, HYDRA went underground, and acted like we never existed. Years later Margaret Carter and Howard Stark confronted me in prison, and asked for my assistance in a... project. I was a founding member of SHIELD, and able to hide encryption that not even Stark could find. Soon, my life would come to an end, but not before I found a way to live on for eternity... Cut one head off, two more form." The sinister voice said in a thick German accent. Steve took a second from looking to glare at the screen. "The best part, Captain, is that everything you've sacrificed, and worked for is null and void. It is over, Captain. We have one in every aspect."

"Hey, Cap! Over here!" Brock called out, trying to punch a small hole in the wall with an old chair. The rest of them rushed over to the hole, and Steve smashed his shield over and over into it until there was a hole big enough for them to crawl through. "Alright, everyone, move!" Steve called towards Sam, Sharon, and Natasha.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Henry Leopold Adams

The Coyote, "Leo"

Age: 28

Appearance: Leo is 6'2" with dark green eyes, and dark brown hair. He has a nasty scar across his cheek, which leaves a bald spot in his five o'clock shadow, and goatee. He usually wears a white collared shirt that's been dyed and stained from the heat, sleeves rolled up with a dark brown leather vest. He has black dress pants, a handkerchief around his neck, boots, sometimes a worn jacket. He always wears a worn rancher hat. On his side is an old silver revolver, and always carries his dad's gold pocket watch in his vest pocket.

Bio: My story starts in the town of Dawson before it was even named Dawson. My mommy and daddy lived there five years before Richard Dawson showed up, making a living as humble blacksmiths for their town, and weary travelers. When I was born I worked as a "junior apprentice" for my old man when I was able to walk and talk. By this time Dawson had officially became Dawson, and it was clear that things were going downhill fast. Long story short, my parents sold to some Indians that came through town, Mayor Dawson didn't like it, and shot my parents after they begged for their lives... I was going to be shot too, but the bullet missed and hit my on the cheek. The stupid son of a bitch told his men that I was "innocent of sin." That was his first mistake.

I left that town before it got any worse. I was nine at the time, but I managed to run away to another village and become an apprentice for another blacksmith. I soon became the fronthead for the shop though, because I too had a way with words. I could talk people into buying all sorts of things, and once I reached a certain age, I was quite the man for women. Another long story short, there was a group of men that came into our town thinkin' they owned the place, started disrespecting me and the blacksmith, and a few other patrons in the saloon. At this point I've been practicing gunslinging for a while. So, I asked them kindly to get the hell out of the town, and when they refused, I outdrew them. Turns out they were Dawson's boys. I was no longer welcome.

By the age of 18, I set off on my own. For over ten years I felt empty, and dull from most things, but when I shot those men... It sparked something inside me. It gave me purpose. I knew what I had to do at that point. I'd be a fool to go after Richard Dawson at such a young age. He probably didn't even remember me, I was one of a thousand little boys he spared after killing their parents. I wasn't so quick to forget. I started to gain a reputation around these parts. A silver tongued vigilante that wouldn't hesitate to kill off anyone affiliated with Dawson and his gang.

Now, with some experience under my belt, and connections in hidden places, I set out to assemble a team with common interests in dealin' with Mr. Richard Dawson.

Personality: Leo is a suave, gentlemen with a silver tongue. His morals may not be as straight as others, but he does follow his own rules to at least make him better than Richard Dawson could ever be. He self taught himself how to read and write, and liked to recite poems to bring points across. He can be merciful, but at the same time has seen enough to get the job done, no matter what the cost. He has a deep hatred for Richard Dawson, but he does have a sense of humor and likes to have a good time when they aren't working towards their goal. Has a soft spot for families, and will go out of his way to try and help them.

Weapons: An old silver revolver, a Winchester rifle, and a whip

Relationships: If anyone's interested in anything let me know!

Recruited: Yes

Other: Contrary to popular belief, Leo would rather talk his way out of a situation rather than fighting his way out.

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EDIT: I will eventually get a description of the city of Dawson, just didn't want you guys to wait any longer

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@SpicyMeatball

I like it! Welcome aboard!

EDIT: Updated my appearance for an actual image!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@MissCapnCrunch

Really like the character! Accepted!

@SpicyMeatball

Awesome, looking forward to it :D