Stekkmen

Spray

I'll get up a CS tomorrow probably, this looks fun

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Chris is outta there

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Well, this was getting boring. Looked like no one was getting shot here today, no way that woman'd take a shot with all of these folk around her. Chris was surprised at all the people who seemed to care so much for the savage, but, he reckoned leveling a gun at someone was breaking the peace no matter how you put it.

All these people were ruining his fun, as far as he concerned. Ruined a perfectly good morning. He would have preferred if they had just taken their concerns outside and shot each other fair and square. He was aware of the hypocrisy of his own thoughts, given that "fair and square" was exactly how Buck didn't like it.

"I'm off." Buck said to no one in particular. He picked up his suitcase, pocketed his lucky silver coin, and opened the door, disappearing from view. He smelled the smell of dust and wood.

"It's too early to drink, anyway!" He shouted from outside. Taking a moment to wander around, Chris lingered, gathering his thoughts. He needed to have some fun, but the saloon was no good. Maybe some farmer'd like to play horse shoes or something. For free and for fun, of course, because Chris can't cheat at horse shoes.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Chris had watched the events in interest, and a smile crept over his tight features. He wondered, inwardly, what he would do. As much as he would like to annoy the woman with a keen interest on shooting somebody, he wasn't ready to cause trouble just yet. He'd been on the road long enough to learn not to shut out "clients" based on their skin color, or face, or whatever. Everyone was fair game, according to him. Still, he had no interest in seeing someone get shot. It was bad for business, got everyone on edge, no matter how hardened.

From his travels, he'd picked up some different bits and pieces of different languages. He had no idea what the Native man was saying,@Vas Khaleen@bluetommy2, but he had enough sense to know it was French.

"Elle... es...est....partiale." He said aloud, slyly eyeing the woman with the gun. He thought that was the word for prejudice. He hoped. It was one of the only specific words he knew, and he knew it completely by chance. He could say jail. Gun. Uh...bathroom.

He flicked his silver coin up into the air and caught it again. He reckoned it'd be the wrong time to ask anyone for a game of blackjack.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Chris "Buck" Buckwood was already seated in the saloon, taking a whole round table to himself with his legs propped up onto the table, leaning his wooden chair backward. A silver coin danced between his fingers and a smile played at his thin, tight lips. Despite his casual demeanor, Chris Buckwood was hard at work.

His deep-set eyes flicked back and forth at all the patrons in the saloon. Scanning for an easy mark. His suitcase sat beside him, full of all sorts of gambling "devices" and snake-oil products. You never knew when a weighted die or a vial full of "Miracle Grow" would come in handy. The job never stopped, and Buck was always on lookout for some potential...clients.

So, there was Buck, legs propped onto the table, leaning backwards in his chair, with no one bothering or wanting to sit at the same table as him, and he seemed all the happier for it. He would keep his trap shut, for now. Bide his time. Take in the atmosphere. Read people. Then he might invite someone over for a game of cards.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Chris Buckwood

Chris Buckwood

"Tails, I win. Heads, you lose."

Character basics

Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.

Character appearance & personality

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.

Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.

Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.

History

What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.

He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.

Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.

Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.

First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.

His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.

And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.

Extra

• roleplayerguild.com/topics/87122-stekk..

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@ONL
Should I move my character to the Character Section?

stekkmen's unused character thread

i keep forgetting to use this

Chris Buckwood

Chris Buckwood

"Tails, I win. Heads, you lose."

Character basics

Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.

Character appearance & personality

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.

Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.

Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.

History

What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.

He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.

Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.

Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.

First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.

His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.

And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.

Extra

• roleplayerguild.com/topics/87122-stekk..

Bruno the Undead Axeman

Bruno the Undead Axeman

Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.

His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.

Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.

Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.

That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.

Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.

Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.

Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.

Favor: 0

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@ONL
not sure how i missed that

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

here i am

edit: did rules thing

Chris Buckwood

Chris Buckwood

"Tails, I win. Heads, you lose."

Character basics

Name: Chris Buckwood
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.

Character appearance & personality

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.

Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.

Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.

History

What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.

He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.

Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.

Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.

First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.

His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.

And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.

Extra

• roleplayerguild.com/topics/87122-stekk..