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Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Made an update to the first OOC post that has all the accepted characters on it.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

You can go ahead and copy it to the character tab. I don't care about the order

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

@YankeeApproved. Well Done.

I think we have room for one more.

Expeditions in Exandria: The Noble Novice [Nobodyman123]

Reynault suppressed a laugh, but not very well. "Look, you're pretty and all, but we just met." he said, hoping he didn't accidentally make everything worse.

He was never very good at talking to women, and going to prison certainly didn't help. Trying to save himself and Pele from further embarrassment, he tried to change the subject again.

"So griffins are pretty dangerous. Why do you want to protect their eggs?" he asked, which honestly had been bugging him all day so far. Reynault had always believed that less griffins was a good thing. Maybe it was just another culture shock of being here.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

@LukasVolkovApproved. Welcome aboard.

Expeditions in Exandria: The Noble Novice [Nobodyman123]

Reynault felt a pang of anger at the mention of any siblings, but he did his best to suppress it quickly. "I have an older brother. He's the family favorite, set to inherit everything when my father dies." he said. "I have the distinct misfortune to be born second."

It took Reynault years to realize it, but his brother had been offered everything. Reynault had to beg or fight for everything he wanted, and sometimes it wasn't enough. Whether Maxim was sheltered and spoiled or just ruthless, Reynault couldn't say.

The young noble kept his bile inside, and tried to change the subject. "Will we be walking the whole way? I could do with a good hike."

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

I havnt gotten any applications yet, so go ahead.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Longwater, Kansas. Late July

"Fools! You're all fools!" said Old Man Hill, as he staggered backwards out of the saloon and into the muddy main street of Longwater. The saloon's owner, Roy, was standing in the door, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Next time, pay for your damn drinks. Or else I'll throw you out again." Said Roy, much to the amusement of the patrons. Roy was a former slave, and spent much of his early years working the land of his master. He was already big and strong before running away to fight for the Union. Hill, even as drunk as he was, knew that fighting Roy couldn't possibly end well.

"I know what I saw, god dammit!" the old man drunkenly yelled. "The Devil's in Longwater, and we're all doom!"

The old man picked himself from the mud and nearly fell back in once his legs started to quiver. He righted himself and limped down the street back to his hovel.

Not known for much other than propping up the bar of Roy's Tavern, Hill was known throughout the town as a drunken layabout who begged, borrowed and sometimes stole the money he used for drink. So when he came face to face with the Devil, not a soul believed him. Even Father Stone, the local priest, looked at him with skepticism.

"Goddamn idiots, all of them." he muttered to himself as he reached his alley where had been allowed to sleep. Though he was drunk and dead tired, he was afraid of what going to sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the cold, black eyes of the Devil. Hill couldn't remember any detail about the demon except for his eyes. The Devil's voice was as cold as his eyes, but carried with it an edge of danger. He asked Hill his name, very politely at that.

Hill turned and ran as fast as his old legs could carry him back to the saloon. He got back to his favorite bar stool and told everyone what he saw. A week had past since that night, and the town had been laughing at him ever since.

The old man sat down on his thrown away mattress, wondering if he should try going to sleep again. He almost didn't hear the running feet and the panting breath until it on top of him...
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Gene Silver woke up with a start, having been shook awake by Sheriff Wilcox. Ever since his mother died, Gene had taken to sleeping at the Sheriff's office rather than go home.

"Get up, son. There's been a murder." was all the old Sheriff said. The deputy nodded and began pulling his boots on.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Working on the first IC post right now. After that, I'll post some more about the layout of the town and the people in it.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Gene Silver

Name: Eugene "Gene" Silver

Age: 24

Occupation: Deputy Sheriff

Appearance: A head of red hair that betrays his Irish blood. Lean, Athletic and in shape. He tries to maintain the idealized picture of a lawman with his long duster and his Stetson hat.

Personality: Polite and professional, he tries his best to put on a good face. Even when things tend to get nasty, he does his best to keep calm and get the job done.

Possessions: Carries a Colt SAA, .45 caliber on his belt. Sitting in the Longwater Sheriff's office is his own personal 12 gauge coachgun. But his most prized possession is definitely his shiny deputy badge that he carries with pride on his coat.

Backstory: The son of an Irishman, Eugene and his mother came to Longwater from Boston. Eugene was very young and desperate for a father figure, and he quickly latched onto Longwater's Sheriff, John Wilcox. The older man, annoyed at first about having a young boy following him all day, eventually relented and took the boy on as an apprentice. When Gene's mother died, Wilcox gave him an early birthday present. He pinned a deputy's badge to his chest, and Gene's been a lawman ever since.

Rebecca Stoakes

Name: Rebecca Stoakes

Age: 19

Occupation: Tavern Keeper at Roy's Canteen

Appearance: Ms. Rebecca Stoakes

Personality: Rebecca is a kind and sweet girl, but she has no problem protecting herself from the more rowdy citizens of Longwater. She is also a little naive, since she has never been five miles away from Longwater for her whole life.

Possessions: She keeps a small knife in her apron, but is otherwise unarmed. Her father keeps a loaded Spencer repeater under the bar, but she's never been able to shoot it very well.

Backstory: Rebecca is the daughter of Roy Stoakes, owner of Roy's Canteen. Born after the end of the Civil War, life in Longwater is all that she has ever known. Deep down, she yearns to get out of town and do something with her life, but she knows that she has to help her father run the family business. She tries to keep her chin up, and act as both friend and chaperone to the people of Longwater.