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Western Themed Rp Interest Check

Glad to hear it!

I hope that I can get a few more people that are interested too. I'm actually pretty excited for this. ^^

Western Themed Rp Interest Check

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Hello all! I would like to possibly GM a roleplay for the very first time. Probably won't be that big a group to be honest, since it'll be my first time and all... But enough of that, let's get right into things, yeah?

So, I was working an idea out with the lovely @MissCapnCrunch and I think there's a nice idea that was formed.

The outline of the plot is:
A pair of outlaws that ride together have been at their unlawful ways for about a year or two. In even that rather short time, they have gotten quite a name for themselves, as well as a rather large reward on their heads that will only grow. They have dreams of pulling together a small gang to continue their exploits and grow their legend. Monetary gain and pleasures were paramount in this time. With all the attention they gained, the more others of like mind wanted to join, whether wanting to gain riches, live an exciting life, or some other reason. That's where the group comes together.

I'm looking for maybe, three to five people for this, barring myself and @MissCapnCrunch. The parts would be of pioneers, fellow outlaws, or some other form of western settler who desires to join with the outlaw pair.

If there's any questions, I'm happy to answer them as I can. I know it may not be much, but with the small group getting together, I'm sure there will be plenty of twists, turns, train heists and other old western crimes.

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Looking about, Sean found himself in the woods. It was late, far later than he remembered. Casting his gaze out to the crowded space filled with towering lumber, Sean felt tiny, almost insignificant here. That feeling only grew as he noticed how still and silent things were here. He could hear his breathing with each inhale, his own heartbeat as blood was pumped through his body. Moments like these were why he could never be alone out in the forest, no matter how much he may distrust someone. Through the silence, there was a scream, one that brought back those bloody memories. The man started to wander what used to be his favored environment, head snapping side to side at every noise that sprung up. It seemed like he had been walking for hours, not sure of the time.

By then, the noises had stopped, but his paranoia filled the gaps. He could tell his heart was racing now, his breaths shallow as he could feel his chest tighten, as if a vice was crushing it slowly. If he had managed to keep a handle of himself, maybe he would have heard the sickly sound of flesh scraping along the ground. He stood stock still as over his panic attack that was closing in, a loud, wet 'twang' could be heard. Within moments a severed arm shot from the overbearing darkness, the sickly cold and clammy fingers digging into his neck, closing down on his neck.

That's when the lumberjack shot up from his bed, a cold sweat on his brow. As he sat up, trying to catch his breath, Sean reached over to his bedside table. Hands quaked as they snatched up a pill bottle, nearly spilling the medicine across the floor as he took two out, downing them with little thought. It would take some time for them to kick in, but at least they helped, somewhat.

"Wonderful, they're back... Thought I got rid of 'em years back..."

Sean's voice was resigned as he got himself out of bed, making a simple breakfast for himself before heading to his usual morning preparations. It was Saturday and a little later than he would have wanted to wake up, but with what he had just gone through, he could understand. At least he didn't have to work, even if he would check in there as he always did. It never hurt at least.

After dressing in a simple white tee, with a button down flannel tossed over and a casual pair of jeans, Sean stood at his door for some time before unlocking each of the safeguards on his door. Many probably thought it so very strange he had so many locks on his door, but he couldn't help it. They gave him some relief. He nearly stepped out of his home before grabbing his ax. He made sure that the blade was covered by a guard and hooked a leather loop that was just under the head to his belt, keeping the tool on his hip, as he always did. Another quirk of his, but it kept him feeling relatively more comfortable.

Heading off from his home after locking each of his locks, the lumberjack crossed the street to his place of employment. It was a quick visit, as only his boss was there, working on the plans for the next week. With a short conversation about that, Sean was soon out on the sidewalk. He needed to head to the hotel. His boss, though fully knowing he wasn't working today, asked a favor of him. Nothing hard, just checking on a couple of the workers from the mill. He had a vehicle, but he only preferred to use it on longer trips, leaning towards walking most the time.

Being fairly new in town, Sean didn't quite know most people, and those he did know, he didn't know them well. He wanted to meet more people in town, though he was always wary, never sure of who he could trust. There was something in his head, some paranoid tick that just wouldn't let him trust anyone, at least not easily. From that stemmed his lacking in social interactions.

Without wasting any more time, Sean headed off to the hotel, though it wasn't all that far away.

Fʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄɪᴇs

Thursday. It was one hot day in sunny California, though maybe that was a bit of a sign of things to come. At least, that's what Felix hoped for. Things seemed like they were set up to be the start of a nice, relaxed summer. The trip to the camp from the last place he had been staying was short, especially since he was living out of his car. As he pulled up to the camp to park, an audible groan came from him as he saw his parent's vehicle parked there. How had they heard he was going to be here? Parking his old, red 1986 Jeep Cherokee, the teen nearly slammed the door shut.

The heat never seemed to bother the upper class adults, or at least they never showed it. The middle aged man and woman left the their comfortable car, walking swiftly to their rebellious son.

"Felix Anderson Westbrook! How dare you work for such a... Dirty place. Your father and I were right in our-" Dolores, Felix's mother started to shout at the teen, only to be quieted by her husband.

Anthony Westbrook lowered his hand that he used to interrupt his wife, keeping a distasteful look from his expression. "Dolores, that is no way to greet our son. As upset as we are with him, there is no reason to push him further." Dolores kept her mouth shut, nodding as she cast a discreet glare to their disappointment.

"Really? You two are still on about me being a disgrace to the family?" Felix sighed hands rubbing his temples. There went the good feeling about the start to things now, thanks to these two. "I thought you would have understood by now... I don't care about the family name, I don't! I'm here to get a start on what I want to do, on who I want to be. I'm not here for attention from you two so I can get dragged back home and have all your high strung tendencies forced on me with threat of punishment daily."

Felix and his father bickered for what seemed to be some time, until Felix grabbed his duffel bag and his guitar case. He was blatantly ignoring his parents as they tried to coerce him into going home with them. The rebellious teen tried his best not to slam the door to the camp office behind him after he was led in, looking to Oliver, a bit embarrassed as he must have heard all the arguing.

It seemed like his new boss didn't seem to mind though, as he got right to explaining everything once Felix had sat down. Between his parent's failed attempt to force him back into a 'proper' life and the decorations around the office, the teen was far too distracted to catch any of the lecture. Blinking, Felix looked back to Oliver from the man's desk. "Oh... Uh, yeah. I-I got it."

Felix kept in mind what he did catch from his boss, nodding as he looked at the radio. At least it wasn't that bad. Not horribly overbearing rules, a pretty relaxed feel, seemed better than he had initially thought. He snapped from his thoughts, almost not noticing that Oliver had started to lead him off to his tower. He caught up quickly, glad to be wearing light clothing and some tough boots for the walk.

Once in his tower, after having looked at what he had to work with, he nodded, looking to his boss. "Huh, not bad. Think I could get used to this." He turned to Oliver, presented with the binoculars, going to take them. He paused as the man didn't let go, adding onto the rules. It was a tad odd how he got a smile right after being so very serious for a moment. Staring at the binoculars, he waited as Oliver left.

The heavy duffel bag plopped from the floor as Felix slipped it from his shoulder. That held his essentials: clothing, toiletries, notebooks with writing tools. He had a stash of picks in one of the pockets too, if he ever ran out of them on his person. The guitar case on the other hand, he set lightly on the bed, opening it to see his prized possession. Taking it out and setting the case aside, Felix sat himself on his bed, legs hanging off the side, his radio plopped down beside him. Starting to strum a couple cords, the teen nearly missed the chatter on the radio.

Sounded like some of the other rangers were already here and just getting to introductions. Sounded like a nice bunch, so far. He was tempted to introduce himself, but he still was a bit on edge thanks to the 'welcoming party' when he got to camp. Keeping tabs on the radio, Felix continued to play, nothing coherent, more of a random assortment of notes in no good order.

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@Alisma
I got no issues with it.

They do say, sharing is caring.
.... I can't actually believe I just said that.

Fʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄɪᴇs

Felix Westbrook

Felix Westbrook

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Why let the current push you along when you can sail your own path?

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Be your own person, don't let anyone tell you want

|| NAME ||

Felix 'West' Westbrook

|| GENDER ||

Male

|| AGE ||

Eighteen

|| WATCHTOWER ||

Doe

|| SEXUALITY ||

Bisexual

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Single

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Do what you want, don't be held down by those above you

|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

• Understanding
• Free-spirited
• Creative
• Open Minded

|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||

• Rebellious to figures of authority
• Stubborn
• Head strong
• Throws caution to the wind

|| QUIRKS ||

• Sporadic sleep schedule
• Always has a guitar pick on him, always
• Afraid of the dark, not that he'll tell anyone
• Paces when he gets writer's block

|| HOBBIES ||

• playing music on his self-bought electric guitar
• Writing his own songs
• Ignoring responsibilities given by his parents
• Going on spontaneous trips

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

Likes

• Playing music for others
• Trying new things
• Having 'jam' sessions with others, just talking about things
• Learning about others and their stories

Dislikes

• People who think they are better than everyone else
• Strict rules and regulations
• The dark and what's in it. That's all.
• A badly tuned guitar

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Find your own song and let it lead you through life

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Being born to two rather wealthy parents wasn't so bad, was it? Felix was born to two upper class parents. He was raised among two siblings, a brother and a sister. He was the youngest child, and in his parent's eyes, the one that was lacking. Thinking that their youngest child would be a disappointment to the family. They were right, but they caused the problem. With their way of thinking, they bore down on Felix, pressing him to do the best he could and follow very strict rules. He did as he was told, at least until he grew into his teens. That's when he couldn't take it any longer. He started to rebel against his parents, pushing back against them, showing he would take any more. He would be who he wanted, no matter what they thought.

Through his life, Felix had always leaned towards music, and with his parent's wanting him to be cultured and well off like them, he was forced into classical lessons. Though when he picked up his first guitar and got himself into lessons for it, he took right to it. When he was going through school, he would do all he could to get into music classes, wanting to learn more, finding he soon wanted to be a musician. He found his dream in traveling the states, playing wherever he could to entertain others.

Throughout school, he was usually picked on and teased for being the rich kid, and left alone. He did well enough in classes, keeping his grades up so he wouldn't get an earful from his parents. Once his rebellious 'faze' kicked in, he let his studies go as well as he could, for himself, not anyone else.

Once nearing his last year of high school, Felix had ended up moving out his home, living out of his car that he had saved up so dearly for (after his first electric guitar, of course). He couldn't take their nagging any longer and following his dreams seemed to be the best way to show his family he would be his own person. He would make his dreams reality. Now, he just needed money, something to get a little start off. When he caught word of the positions at Camp Kanarock, he jumped right on the opportunity, knowing that it would be the boost he would need, and from the sounds of it things would be pretty easy.

|| 90'S THEME SONG ||

Coming Clean - Green Day
_{I finally figured out myself for the first time
I found out what it means to be a man
Now mom and dad will never understand
What's happening to me}

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@MissCapnCrunch

Of course!
Awesome :)

Fʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄɪᴇs

A group out in the wilds might be interesting, especially since they could split up and go after multiple characters after making it seem like there's only one killer out. Injuries could add some nice tension, though I wouldn't want anyone killed off, myself.

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@ICanBeAnyone
It's something that I'll look into, certainly. Or try to at least. It sounds like it would be interesting to get into. Then again, that is if I could do it well.

I see... The science behind it, interesting.

I've been talking with a friend and we ended up getting onto this topic of audio books and it ended up getting to the 'Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf' song and now I kinda want to make a dramatic reading of it.... @.@

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@ICanBeAnyone
*Singed.EXE has stopped working*
I... Er... Thank you, though. I've never been a fan of my voice, but I'm glad it sounds good. ^^'
Though now that you say that, maybe I should get into the audio book business...