Tsar Gatto

Fallout: Cascadia

Sub’d and watching - always love a good bit o Fallout.

𝕮𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖘 - Action/Thriller about Global Espionage and Freedom Fighters

I’ll throw my doubloons in the pot. Looks most interesting.

What kind of posting frequency would you be looking for with your players?

Red Dead Reckoning

Nuevo Paraíso, Mexico. Several days ago.

Finn

As Finn barrelled towards the approaching carriage he slipped his Winchester shotgun from its holster and focused himself. He could see clearly now that Freya was the one driving, at least seven horsemen hot on her tail. His heart was still pounding like crazy, but it still wasn’t himself that he was worried about.

He blazed past her and the wagon before unloading his first shot at practically point blank range into the lead rider, his approach hidden by the carriage until the last moment.

His shot was true and the man had little chance to do anything other than die as he flew backwards twisted in a brutal red mist.

Finn gripped his horse with his knees as in one motion he cocked the lever action and immediately fired into the second rider that came into his sights - the buckshot again found its mark as the man tumbled backwards over his horse and into the dirt as Finn sped past.

The remaining riders veered before he could repeat the feat once more and he yanked Beethoven’s reigns which sent the horse into a skid as he fired a third shot barley catching one of the men in a grazing wound as he tried to dodge out of the way.

Urging the horse onwards he pressed himself down into the saddle as one of the men began firing his revolver at him, several of the rounds whipping past him before he returned fire. Three slugs later the man toppled from his saddle as Finn’s shots eventually found their target.

He swiftly holstered the shotgun, knowing that it was now empty and in need of a reload that he didn’t have the time for. He pulled one of his revolvers free and opened fire at the remaining riders with an expression of grim determination plastered across his features.

Freya

“Shitty fuck!” cursed Freya as she yanked on the reigns and intense pain again blossomed through her left side.

Doubling over she was glad that her Finn had just arrived and was in the process of ridding them of their pursuers. He did always seem to have a knack for useful timing she mused briefly to herself.

Turning she spared a glance behind her at the pursuers, spotting their numbers beginning to fall she turned her attention away from the road before them and took aim at the nearest rider with her revolver. Moments later she fired a single shot which despite the impressive distance buried itself in the rider who tumbled from his horse.

One of the man’s feet caught in his stirrups, causing him to be dragged behind unceremoniously, a few pained screeches being heard before he fell silent.

Moments later the remaining riders veered from the road and began swiftly galloping away.

Standing in the seat Freya fired another round towards the men, her teeth gritted in pain as she did.

“Fuck” she barked as she missed, none of the riders fell from their saddles and she dejectedly fell back into the seat as a wave of wooziness overtook her.

“I never miss…” she mouthed to herself silently with a sullen expression.

Finn

As the last of the attackers turned to flee with their tails between their legs, Finn decided not to pursue them and turned back to the carriage which was now coming to a stop.

Freya lowered herself from the drivers seat as the rear door opened and out stepped a rather distressed looking Gerardo Gonzailez.

“Jesucristo that was insane!” He exclaimed turning his attention to Freya with a worried glance towards Finn who remained in the saddle with his gun in hand “and you, whomever you are, you have our thanks!”

Finn simply stared silently at him with what could be described as a bemused expression. He watched as Freya took a few steps towards him and pressed herself against the Mexican in an embrace. Gerardo looked pleasantly surprised for a brief moment before she jammed the barrel of her revolver into his large gut and fired her last shot into the man.

He crumpled to the ground writhing and screeching in Mexican as he clutched at the new wound.

“That’s for being a filthy piece of shit” she spat before she planted the most powerful kick she could manage into his crotch “and that’s for the girl you raped. Now enjoy bleeding to death in this shit hole of a country Mr Gonzailez!”

She looked like she was about to leave him to his fate when she turned back and with much gusto spat a huge glob of phlegm into the man’s face with a snort.

Turning away her eyes settled on briefly on Finn before moving to the carriage - and more importantly on the chest loaded in the small rear compartment and whatever goodies may be within. She took a few steps forwards before she felt another wave of wooziness and suddenly she crumpled to the ground.

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@One Who Tames

Wouldn’t be a problem for me, always good to read other’s work.

I’m working on a post but progress is slow, hopefully will have it up by the weekend and can get my pair into the action one way or another after that.

Red Dead Reckoning

Well took way longer than I wanted, but post is up.

I'm more than a little rusty so sorry about the delay!

No opportunities for my characters to interact as of yet but will attempt to get them into the action asap!

Red Dead Reckoning

Finn

Nuevo Paraíso, Mexico. Several days ago.

Finn squinted into the setting evening sun as he watched the dusty trail ahead for any signs of movement. From his crouched position atop the craggy hill he could see the surrounding countryside stretched out before him clearly for miles. It had been a hot and relatively still day, hardly a single cloud in the sky.

He wiped his moist brow with his sleeve and cursed the heat of this goddam country. The sun was setting and it was still hotter than he was comfortable with, a feeling he was becoming all to accustomed too. He’d been camped out at this god-forsaken vista for two days over a week now, each day the temperature outdoing the previous whilst he was forced to do little more than endure as he waited and watched.

Sighing Finn reached into the pocket of his waistcoat and retrieved a battered packet of cigarettes. A Mexican brand that in his opinion simply tasted like dirt, but without an alternative he was shit out of luck. He took a few moments to light a smoke and take a deep drag before he once more brought the old pair of binoculars to his eyes and scanned the horizon.

He quickly caught the glint of movement and focusing in he spotted what he had been waiting for.

A wagon was speeding down the road behind two large draft horses, practically tipping as it barreled around one turn in the path. Something was wrong, he quickly realised. He could see that the carriage was being pursued by several horsemen. Moments later he heard the distant but unmistakable sound of gunshots ringing across the dusty landscape before him. Fuck. Something was definitely wrong. His mind instantly went to Freya - even though he knew she could more than handle herself his heart skipped a beat and he felt his mouth become even drier than it was before - if that was even possible.

Scrambling to his feet and tossing the newly lit smoke Finn quickly turned and as fast as he could made his way down the rocky path to where he had been making camp. Almost slipping he scrambled over to his horse and leapt into the saddle. Beethoven needed little prompting and took off at a gallop, skidding out of the little canyon that concealed his hideaway and down towards the rapidly approaching carriage and riders as he gritted his teeth and prepared himself to do whatever he needed to.

Freya

Also Nuevo Paraíso, Mexico. Several days and about 1 hour 30 minutes ago.

“I must admit” spoke Gerardo in his deeply accented voice “you are not what I expected at all… chu know for a gringa that is”.

Freya forced herself to laugh and flash a smile at the greasy little man before she responded “Oh darlin, you don’t know the half of it”.

The pair reached the carriage and he pulled open the small door before gesturing for her to enter. She elegantly shot him a wink as she climbed in and took a seat, taking a moment to rearrange the rather uncomfortable dress she was wearing as she did. It didn’t escape her notice that Gerardo kept his eyes on her the entire time before clambering in himself. He removed his suit jacket and placed it on the opposite seat as he did before leaning out of the window and shouting a few commands - this time in his own native language, directed at the group of soldiers that was his escort.

With another command barked at the driver they were away. Truth be told Freya was insanely happy to see the last of the small town as she turned her gaze upon it for what she hoped to be the last time. She watched the soldiers for a few moments - there were eight of them. Not an unsubstantial number, but not enough for her to worry about things going belly up.

It had been no small feat to ingratiate herself to this rather unlikable but important man, let alone to arrange things so that he would ‘offer’ to escort her to the next town where there was a railway station she could use. She had spun him tales of her wealthy father and brothers, ranchers out of New Austin who would gladly repay his generosity whilst feigning the kind of disposition that only a daughter of the wealthy could manage.

She too had not batted an eye when her Mexican hosts had brought a young girl from a nearby village and more than several of them had ‘introduced themselves’ to her. It was easy enough to feign an uncaring and superior disposition, after all why would a white American woman care what they did to one of their own. She felt more than a twinge of disgust, but pushed it down as she kept up the act and reminded herself coldly that shit happened.

Of course it was the cargo that this man carried that she was really interested in, a large trunk which was now affixed to the rear of the carriage. See Gerardo Gonzailez was the newly appointed overseer of a string of gold, silver and copper mines, a reward from Porfirio Díaz for crushing some peasants insurrection in the south of the country before he was ‘retired’ from the army - or at least that was the information they were going off. It should be filled with either ingots or cash, maybe both - either way she knew he had just completed a tour of one of his establishments and would be making his way back to Mexico City via train.

The pairs conversation flowed from liquor to business as she tried to keep him as distracted as possible. She guessed it would be another hour or so until they were passing through into Nuevo Paraíso, which is where things would get interesting.

The plan was simple enough, Finn should be waiting and lurking to stickup the coach at which point she could take Gerardo hostage whilst the soldiers were distracted and they could do whatever they needed to relieve them of their valuables. She was glad for the hidden revolver strapped to her thigh, a wave of excitement shooting through her as she thought of the action ahead.

***

“… and then the governor shot him!” Finished Gerardo with a snort and a laugh. Freya forced a giggle and was about to reply when suddenly a gunshot rang out - shattering the relative peace of the journey.

“Emboscada!” Shouted one of the men outside as more gunshots began to pierce the air and the carriage jolted suddenly.

“Que mierda?” Barked Gerardo as the body of their shotgun rider tumbled backwards past the window, a bullet-hole nestled squarely through his right eye socket.

Freya too was shocked, was this Finn’s doing? This wasn’t the plan at all and she was certain her partner wouldn’t fuck things up like this unless there was a good reason.

Peering out of a window she briefly saw a group of masked riders barreling towards them before a bullet slammed into the wood beside her. Gerardo was already firing from the other window as he screamed aggressively in his own language. Several moments later Freya was still fumbling with her dress as she tried to lift it and retrieve her own weapon.

Swearing she instead reached into one of her boots and pulled out a small flip-knife which she then used to slice away at the bottom portion of the fabric. With a determined yank she ripped away the dress from the knee down before finally pulling her own revolver from its holster.

In the time it had taken her the wagon had veered from the path and was coming to a stop - she guessed their driver had also bought some lead from their unknown attackers. Gerardo shot her a bewildered look at her tattered dress and the weapon in her hand as he ducked behind the wood paneling to reload his revolver, fear now beginning to spread across his features.

“You can never be too prepared Mr Gonzailez” she yelled over the gunfire as she joined him behind what little cover there was. She took a few moments to appraise the situation outside before in one swift movement she kicked the carriage door open and fearlessly leapt out into the fray with a gleeful expression spread across her face.

It quickly became apparent that whomever these attackers were, they were well prepared and knew what they were doing. The majority of them had dismounted and were surrounding both the wagon and the remaining members of Gerardo’s entourage who were rapidly falling as their horses began to panic and buck. She knew she had to move before they managed to get into a position to surround them entirely.

Firing two of her six shots she grinned in satisfaction as two of their attackers who had just reached the wagon crumpled to the dirt before she quickly pulled herself into the driver’s seat. Grabbing the reigns she shouted and frantically spurred the horses to move forwards as a few rounds whizzed passed her far too close for comfort.

As they began to speed away she heard one of them shouting at the others to finish up with the guards and get after the carriage. Seemed they were Americans too she realised quickly as she fired a third shot at the last man stood between them and the path ahead - the round caught him squarely in the face and she couldn’t help but let a short laugh escape her. She heard Gerardo firing from the carriage behind her at the now pursuing men, with what was left of their escort seemingly left behind.

As she yanked on the reigns to turn a rather steep corner she began to feel an ache in her left arm. Sparing a moment to glance down she was more than a little shocked to discover she had been shot, blood beginning to seep down her sleeve and onto her hand.

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Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Name
Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Age
28

Gender
Male

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Prospector
Outlaw

Assets
Pair of Remington Model 1875 revolvers.
Winchester Model 1887 lever-action shotgun.
Dark Mustang named ‘Beethoven’.

Personality
Finn was once an upstanding young man. Polite, honest and hardworking were all terms that certainly would have applied several years ago - now however much more rarely so. Life has taught Finn that honesty and manners can only get you so far, and not nearly far enough when most of the folks out in the world would sooner rob you blind or put a bullet in you if it saved them the trouble of a difficult conversation or made them money.

Always cautious Finn has learnt that honesty is best used as a tool when required or earned, rather than given freely to all. Ironically most of the time now lies are all that protects him from a lawman’s noose or a bounty hunter’s bullet.

Very slow to trust at all he is convinced that there are very few decent folks left in the world, you’d certainly be hard pressed to make your way into the ranks of someone he’d consider a true ‘friend’. However if you did somehow find yourself in his good graces you’d discover that Finn is actually a solid man to have beside you both in and out of a scrape as well as a good laugh too.

If you find yourself on the more hostile side of Finn however you’d perhaps be unlucky enough to discover how vengeful and even brutal his tendencies can become. A man who has the ability to do terrible things in the name of those he cares for and himself and is even coming to enjoy doing them.

Life has once too often taken from him the things he cares about and so he has become harder and stronger to do the things he needs to do. He would have lost all hope and descended into darkness had he not met and fallen in love with Freya, a relationship that has come to mean more to him then anything else in the world.

History
Born October 8th 1868, Finn’s young life could be generally described as unremarkable. His father, George Goodwin, was a wealthy businessman who ensured through schooling the boy was educated to a high standard in both academic as well as physical disciplines. His father worked away frequently for long periods as he owned several mining operations in numerous countries, this left their relationship somewhat lacking. Finn instead spent much of his free time with his mother who he absolutely adored. Though more than financially provided for she insisted on continuing her own scientific studies and attempted to have several works published much to the opposition of her husband who disagreed with not only her ‘radical’ views regarding the role of a woman within a household, but also her insistence on the pursuit of discovery.

At age 14 Finn’s life changed dramatically when his father sent his mother to stay in a ‘specialist facility’ that focused on ‘feminine thought and attitude disorders’ - or so he recalled having overheard during one of their heated arguments.

Unfortunately only months after her departure a letter was received that informed them she had contracted Typhoid Fever and died within a week.

Finn was crushed and blamed his father entirely for her death. He barely spoke a word to him when the pair were together - which he avoided wherever possible.

At age 16 Finn secretly signed up as a crewman on an ocean liner and made the trip to England. Though his identity was discovered and he was quickly returned to his father (whom had an office as well as much influence in London) the event served as a catalyst, his father deciding to send him to work with the hope that he would gain some much needed perspective on life.

The Godwin’s latest acquisition was located in Egypt (which had very recently come under British control), and so he was sent there to observe and learn from his father’s employees as they set up a new facility. Over two years he learnt a great deal about the nature of his father’s business and more importantly that he wanted very little to do with it. Most of the men involved were morally bankrupt or cared far more about wealth then they did human life. He also spent much of his time with the soldiers and mercenaries in his father’s employ and learnt how to shoot, fight and gamble - ironically he found that men who killed for a living held themselves to slightly higher standards.

Finn fell in love with the daughter of one of the mine’s overseers, a young half Egyptian-Italian woman by the name of Dendera. Though the pair were young they began to plan a life together.

At 18 he was done with his father’s business. He took what pay was due to him and booked passage back to the states for him and Dendera. Just before the voyage began he proposed, Dendera accepting and the pair planning to wed once they’d found a place to call home.

Unfortunately there was a severe outbreak of Cholera on board the ship, the pair falling deathly ill before they had reached their destination. Whilst Finn would eventually recover Dendera was not as fortunate and would never live to see America.

Once recovered Finn began to wander the states living off his backpay and the occasional odd job wherever he could. Eventually he made his way through his finances and turned to life as a Hired hunch Bounty Hunter and occasionally prospector work to replenish them - though he still abhorred the ‘civilised’ way businessmen did things he kept contact at a minimum with those types of people.

That seemed to be life until at age 22 word reached him that his father was dead. Finn learnt that he had in fact died some several months prior, apparently the majority of his ‘fortune’ having been seized by rivals following a string of unfortunate occasions and poor business deals. His inheritance consisted of little more than a family home he did not wish to see again and so he quickly sold it to once more supplement his income as he travelled and worked.

At age 25 he first met Freya. The pair soon fell into a partnership in more ways than one, finding that they both worked excellently together as their relationship deepened.
Soon they were regularly robbing both bandit and traveler alike as they roamed the west, occasionally working with others as they pulled off the occasional larger job. Though it was messy and they left more than a few corpses behind them it seemed that so far they had managed to make no small amount of money and come through relatively unscathed.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

Freya Schur

Name
Freya Schur

Age
24

Gender
Female

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Outlaw

Assets
Smith & Wesson Model 3 Revolver.
Winchester Model 1894.
Spotted Appaloosas named ‘Gin’.

Personality
Freya could be called fiery, passionate and certainly ‘unladylike’ at the best of times. Growing up in a man’s world has taught her that whilst occasionally helpful her femininity tended to be more of a hindrance than a boon unless used as a tool - as such she is far from societies picture of a perfect lady.

She has learnt that to ensure her survival and success that others tended to need to be bent to her will - something she has become very skilled at doing one way or another.

She generally lacks any empathy or compassion unless it comes to those whom she just so happens to call friend (who are generally few and far between).

Freya can otherwise be very manipulative and even downright cruel when she judges the situation calls for it. The world is a cold hard place and those not prepared to deal with and come out on top deserve all the poor fortune they get.

Intelligent and determined Freya plans to make her fortune before ‘retiring’ to some tropical paradise one way or another.

History
Freya never met her mother, at least not that she could ever recall. Her father was a scoundrel and bandit through and through and she grew up poor and constantly on the move with his ‘gang’. When she asked him about her mother he would always shrug and say that she was a French whore that’d found the business end of a lawman’s shotgun and little else.

Her youth was chaotic at best, never in one place too long surrounded by the more undesirables in life she was raised amongst the wilds in more way than one.

At age 15 she had lived and endured more than most could claim. She had grown and thrived in an outlaw’s world, one that was dominated by men and come out the other side more or less intact. Her father had protected her where possible however he was often away which left her exposed to the machinations of his lawless companions who decided that their carnal desires outweighed the supposed bonds of brotherhood.

Upon his return there was a rather bloody confrontation that left three of the five men riddled with lead – unfortunately however he too received what would become a slow but fatal wound and several months later he died. Freya continued his ‘work’ and after several months tracking the men she finally ended things on her own brutal terms. This set in motion the beginning of her own career as both an outlaw and Bounty Hunter as she started to mastermind what jobs she could find.

The years progressed as did her skills, eventually at 21 she met Finn playing cards and soon the pair were working jobs together and their relationship deepened as did their successes.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

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Finally, got it up.

Ramon Reyes

Name: Ramon Reyes

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Appearance

Occupations: Member of the Del Lobo Gang (Lieutenant)

Assets:
-A white Thoroughbred horse by the name of “Rocko.”

Appearance

-Smith and Wesson Model 3 Schofield Revolver
-Winchester Model 1897 Pump Shotgun
-Hunting Knife
-Two Bandoliers (Shotgun Shells)
-Leather Pouch (For extra ammunition and other supplies)
-Outfit: Resembling your typical bandito, Reyes dons a large sombrero on his head and wears a tan button-up shirt. He has brown, leather chaps over his black workmen pants. His brown boots are fairly common and unspectacular.
-The loyalty of those under his command.

Personality:
Ramon Reyes has earned the reputation of being an overtly cruel and wicked man. Like many of his fellow gang-mates, the bandito has no qualms or hesitancy in performing heinous acts in the name of the gang or greed such as murder or robbery. The Del Lobo lieutenant has been rumored to taunt and even play with his victims, drawing out their inevitable demise. His short fuse is simply undeniable as well. He has a tendency to escalate to violence in situations that probably don’t call for it. Perhaps, he takes pride in his ability to pad a body count.

While Reyes can be classified as a wild card, his loyalty to the gang is obvious. When he’s given an order, he ensures that it’s done with no questions done. When someone wrongs the gang, he ensures that said person pays. No questions asked. He’s also been rumored to treat the men under his command with decency, throwing celebrations and what not after successful jobs. After all, he wants to keep their loyalty intact.

Reyes has notoriously been said to have an enormous ego, taking pride in the fact that he’s feared throughout New Austin. He believes that he has a reputation that must constantly be kept, resulting in his immense activity. So, Ramon Reyes could be said to have a strong work ethic for a murderous outlaw!

History:
Born in the province of Chuparosa, Mexico, Ramon Reyes had been exposed to the unfairness of life at a fairly young age. His mother died of the deadly scarlet fever when Ramon was a young boy, leaving a nasty toll on his family. This even lead to his father becoming a deadbeat and abusive drunk. Entering survival mode at such a young age, one would definitely classify young Ramon’s life as rough. As he grew older, it was only natural for the boy to seek guidance of sorts. He took to the dangerous streets of Chuparosa, taking to one of the various petty gangs that roamed the streets. At the age of just fourteen, Ramon Reyes had been exposed to the lovely world of crime.

Partaking in various forms of crime, Reyes seemingly found his calling. The rush of stealing and running from the authorities while learning to use firearms was thrilling to say the least. At this point, it seemed like there was no turning back. Who’d trade in this new bond of friendship with his gang mates for his drunk father. Definitely not Ramon Reyes. The young Mexican had become popular amongst his kin, showing glimpses of the ambition that’d take far in life. If someone had to be shot, Ramon shot them. If someone had to be robbed, Ramon robbed it. So it goes. It wasn’t long before the outlaw had a small following.

Years passed, with Ramon beginning to make a name for himself across Chuparosa. Although, the passage of time meant one more thing. That bounty on Ramon Reyes’s head grew quite a bit. At first, it was nothing Reyes and the boys couldn’t handle, but as his murderous rampage grew...dire measures needed to be taken. It wasn’t long before the government sent the army to deal with the threat. After all, a roaming band of raiders pillaging small villages on the countryside wasn’t ideal.

The military’s pressure proved to be too much after years of attempting to hold. Ramon and his gang shrunk in numbers with their influence dissapaiting mightily. It was becoming increasingly more clear that perhaps, Mexico was no longer a good playing ground for the shenanigans of a bandit. It was soon after that Ramon Reyes came in contact with a man by the name of Esteban Cortez. This Cortez fella’ told Reyes of the land up north; the United States of America. Speak of a largely unconquered land inspired the bandito. He could roam once more and pillage as he pleased. Well, that was the goal. Reyes, was drawn by this man’s vision and charisma. It was an easy decision for Reyes. All it took was one raft ride up the river before he found himself in unknown territory under a new banner.

The Del Lobo Gang.

A gang composed of various outcasts, outlaws, and exiles from south of the border, Reyes found himself surrounded by like-minded individuals. Not to mention, he didn’t have anybody breathing down his neck. The Del Lobo Gang was fairly splintered with infighting being a common occurrence and loyalty not being a common sight. Although, as long as you paid your dues, you’d be fine. This was something Reyes easily abided by. It didn’t take long for Ramon Reyes to climb up the ranks of the gang and eventually being awarded with more responsibility and perks. His exploits often spoke for themselves. Whether it be raiding the “cursed” town of Armadillo, or performing various stagecoach robberies, it mattered not. Reyes, was one of the gang’s best assets.

To this day, Ramon Reyes continues to ride across New Austin, spreading carnage wherever he goes. The real question to ask is...who will stop him? That $90 bounty on his head is sure to interest someone.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared: Yes.

@f0un

Also finally found the time to get these finished. Hopefully a pair is alright at this early stage.

Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Name
Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Age
28

Gender
Male

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Prospector
Outlaw

Assets
Pair of Remington Model 1875 revolvers.
Winchester Model 1887 lever-action shotgun.
Dark Mustang named ‘Beethoven’.

Personality
Finn was once an upstanding young man. Polite, honest and hardworking were all terms that certainly would have applied several years ago - now however much more rarely so. Life has taught Finn that honesty and manners can only get you so far, and not nearly far enough when most of the folks out in the world would sooner rob you blind or put a bullet in you if it saved them the trouble of a difficult conversation or made them money.

Always cautious Finn has learnt that honesty is best used as a tool when required or earned, rather than given freely to all. Ironically most of the time now lies are all that protects him from a lawman’s noose or a bounty hunter’s bullet.

Very slow to trust at all he is convinced that there are very few decent folks left in the world, you’d certainly be hard pressed to make your way into the ranks of someone he’d consider a true ‘friend’. However if you did somehow find yourself in his good graces you’d discover that Finn is actually a solid man to have beside you both in and out of a scrape as well as a good laugh too.

If you find yourself on the more hostile side of Finn however you’d perhaps be unlucky enough to discover how vengeful and even brutal his tendencies can become. A man who has the ability to do terrible things in the name of those he cares for and himself and is even coming to enjoy doing them.

Life has once too often taken from him the things he cares about and so he has become harder and stronger to do the things he needs to do. He would have lost all hope and descended into darkness had he not met and fallen in love with Freya, a relationship that has come to mean more to him then anything else in the world.

History
Born October 8th 1868, Finn’s young life could be generally described as unremarkable. His father, George Goodwin, was a wealthy businessman who ensured through schooling the boy was educated to a high standard in both academic as well as physical disciplines. His father worked away frequently for long periods as he owned several mining operations in numerous countries, this left their relationship somewhat lacking. Finn instead spent much of his free time with his mother who he absolutely adored. Though more than financially provided for she insisted on continuing her own scientific studies and attempted to have several works published much to the opposition of her husband who disagreed with not only her ‘radical’ views regarding the role of a woman within a household, but also her insistence on the pursuit of discovery.

At age 14 Finn’s life changed dramatically when his father sent his mother to stay in a ‘specialist facility’ that focused on ‘feminine thought and attitude disorders’ - or so he recalled having overheard during one of their heated arguments.

Unfortunately only months after her departure a letter was received that informed them she had contracted Typhoid Fever and died within a week.

Finn was crushed and blamed his father entirely for her death. He barely spoke a word to him when the pair were together - which he avoided wherever possible.

At age 16 Finn secretly signed up as a crewman on an ocean liner and made the trip to England. Though his identity was discovered and he was quickly returned to his father (whom had an office as well as much influence in London) the event served as a catalyst, his father deciding to send him to work with the hope that he would gain some much needed perspective on life.

The Godwin’s latest acquisition was located in Egypt (which had very recently come under British control), and so he was sent there to observe and learn from his father’s employees as they set up a new facility. Over two years he learnt a great deal about the nature of his father’s business and more importantly that he wanted very little to do with it. Most of the men involved were morally bankrupt or cared far more about wealth then they did human life. He also spent much of his time with the soldiers and mercenaries in his father’s employ and learnt how to shoot, fight and gamble - ironically he found that men who killed for a living held themselves to slightly higher standards.

Finn fell in love with the daughter of one of the mine’s overseers, a young half Egyptian-Italian woman by the name of Dendera. Though the pair were young they began to plan a life together.

At 18 he was done with his father’s business. He took what pay was due to him and booked passage back to the states for him and Dendera. Just before the voyage began he proposed, Dendera accepting and the pair planning to wed once they’d found a place to call home.

Unfortunately there was a severe outbreak of Cholera on board the ship, the pair falling deathly ill before they had reached their destination. Whilst Finn would eventually recover Dendera was not as fortunate and would never live to see America.

Once recovered Finn began to wander the states living off his backpay and the occasional odd job wherever he could. Eventually he made his way through his finances and turned to life as a Hired hunch Bounty Hunter and occasionally prospector work to replenish them - though he still abhorred the ‘civilised’ way businessmen did things he kept contact at a minimum with those types of people.

That seemed to be life until at age 22 word reached him that his father was dead. Finn learnt that he had in fact died some several months prior, apparently the majority of his ‘fortune’ having been seized by rivals following a string of unfortunate occasions and poor business deals. His inheritance consisted of little more than a family home he did not wish to see again and so he quickly sold it to once more supplement his income as he travelled and worked.

At age 25 he first met Freya. The pair soon fell into a partnership in more ways than one, finding that they both worked excellently together as their relationship deepened.
Soon they were regularly robbing both bandit and traveler alike as they roamed the west, occasionally working with others as they pulled off the occasional larger job. Though it was messy and they left more than a few corpses behind them it seemed that so far they had managed to make no small amount of money and come through relatively unscathed.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

Freya Schur

Name
Freya Schur

Age
24

Gender
Female

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Outlaw

Assets
Smith & Wesson Model 3 Revolver.
Winchester Model 1894.
Spotted Appaloosas named ‘Gin’.

Personality
Freya could be called fiery, passionate and certainly ‘unladylike’ at the best of times. Growing up in a man’s world has taught her that whilst occasionally helpful her femininity tended to be more of a hindrance than a boon unless used as a tool - as such she is far from societies picture of a perfect lady.

She has learnt that to ensure her survival and success that others tended to need to be bent to her will - something she has become very skilled at doing one way or another.

She generally lacks any empathy or compassion unless it comes to those whom she just so happens to call friend (who are generally few and far between).

Freya can otherwise be very manipulative and even downright cruel when she judges the situation calls for it. The world is a cold hard place and those not prepared to deal with and come out on top deserve all the poor fortune they get.

Intelligent and determined Freya plans to make her fortune before ‘retiring’ to some tropical paradise one way or another.

History
Freya never met her mother, at least not that she could ever recall. Her father was a scoundrel and bandit through and through and she grew up poor and constantly on the move with his ‘gang’. When she asked him about her mother he would always shrug and say that she was a French whore that’d found the business end of a lawman’s shotgun and little else.

Her youth was chaotic at best, never in one place too long surrounded by the more undesirables in life she was raised amongst the wilds in more way than one.

At age 15 she had lived and endured more than most could claim. She had grown and thrived in an outlaw’s world, one that was dominated by men and come out the other side more or less intact. Her father had protected her where possible however he was often away which left her exposed to the machinations of his lawless companions who decided that their carnal desires outweighed the supposed bonds of brotherhood.

Upon his return there was a rather bloody confrontation that left three of the five men riddled with lead – unfortunately however he too received what would become a slow but fatal wound and several months later he died. Freya continued his ‘work’ and after several months tracking the men she finally ended things on her own brutal terms. This set in motion the beginning of her own career as both an outlaw and Bounty Hunter as she started to mastermind what jobs she could find.

The years progressed as did her skills, eventually at 21 she met Finn playing cards and soon the pair were working jobs together and their relationship deepened as did their successes.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

@Tsar Gatto

Any news on if we’re good to go?

@RedVII

Red Dead Reckoning

Also finally found the time to get these finished. Hopefully a pair is alright at this early stage.

Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Name
Fimion ‘Finn’ Goodwin

Age
28

Gender
Male

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Prospector
Outlaw

Assets
Pair of Remington Model 1875 revolvers.
Winchester Model 1887 lever-action shotgun.
Dark Mustang named ‘Beethoven’.

Personality
Finn was once an upstanding young man. Polite, honest and hardworking were all terms that certainly would have applied several years ago - now however much more rarely so. Life has taught Finn that honesty and manners can only get you so far, and not nearly far enough when most of the folks out in the world would sooner rob you blind or put a bullet in you if it saved them the trouble of a difficult conversation or made them money.

Always cautious Finn has learnt that honesty is best used as a tool when required or earned, rather than given freely to all. Ironically most of the time now lies are all that protects him from a lawman’s noose or a bounty hunter’s bullet.

Very slow to trust at all he is convinced that there are very few decent folks left in the world, you’d certainly be hard pressed to make your way into the ranks of someone he’d consider a true ‘friend’. However if you did somehow find yourself in his good graces you’d discover that Finn is actually a solid man to have beside you both in and out of a scrape as well as a good laugh too.

If you find yourself on the more hostile side of Finn however you’d perhaps be unlucky enough to discover how vengeful and even brutal his tendencies can become. A man who has the ability to do terrible things in the name of those he cares for and himself and is even coming to enjoy doing them.

Life has once too often taken from him the things he cares about and so he has become harder and stronger to do the things he needs to do. He would have lost all hope and descended into darkness had he not met and fallen in love with Freya, a relationship that has come to mean more to him then anything else in the world.

History
Born October 8th 1868, Finn’s young life could be generally described as unremarkable. His father, George Goodwin, was a wealthy businessman who ensured through schooling the boy was educated to a high standard in both academic as well as physical disciplines. His father worked away frequently for long periods as he owned several mining operations in numerous countries, this left their relationship somewhat lacking. Finn instead spent much of his free time with his mother who he absolutely adored. Though more than financially provided for she insisted on continuing her own scientific studies and attempted to have several works published much to the opposition of her husband who disagreed with not only her ‘radical’ views regarding the role of a woman within a household, but also her insistence on the pursuit of discovery.

At age 14 Finn’s life changed dramatically when his father sent his mother to stay in a ‘specialist facility’ that focused on ‘feminine thought and attitude disorders’ - or so he recalled having overheard during one of their heated arguments.

Unfortunately only months after her departure a letter was received that informed them she had contracted Typhoid Fever and died within a week.

Finn was crushed and blamed his father entirely for her death. He barely spoke a word to him when the pair were together - which he avoided wherever possible.

At age 16 Finn secretly signed up as a crewman on an ocean liner and made the trip to England. Though his identity was discovered and he was quickly returned to his father (whom had an office as well as much influence in London) the event served as a catalyst, his father deciding to send him to work with the hope that he would gain some much needed perspective on life.

The Godwin’s latest acquisition was located in Egypt (which had very recently come under British control), and so he was sent there to observe and learn from his father’s employees as they set up a new facility. Over two years he learnt a great deal about the nature of his father’s business and more importantly that he wanted very little to do with it. Most of the men involved were morally bankrupt or cared far more about wealth then they did human life. He also spent much of his time with the soldiers and mercenaries in his father’s employ and learnt how to shoot, fight and gamble - ironically he found that men who killed for a living held themselves to slightly higher standards.

Finn fell in love with the daughter of one of the mine’s overseers, a young half Egyptian-Italian woman by the name of Dendera. Though the pair were young they began to plan a life together.

At 18 he was done with his father’s business. He took what pay was due to him and booked passage back to the states for him and Dendera. Just before the voyage began he proposed, Dendera accepting and the pair planning to wed once they’d found a place to call home.

Unfortunately there was a severe outbreak of Cholera on board the ship, the pair falling deathly ill before they had reached their destination. Whilst Finn would eventually recover Dendera was not as fortunate and would never live to see America.

Once recovered Finn began to wander the states living off his backpay and the occasional odd job wherever he could. Eventually he made his way through his finances and turned to life as a Hired hunch Bounty Hunter and occasionally prospector work to replenish them - though he still abhorred the ‘civilised’ way businessmen did things he kept contact at a minimum with those types of people.

That seemed to be life until at age 22 word reached him that his father was dead. Finn learnt that he had in fact died some several months prior, apparently the majority of his ‘fortune’ having been seized by rivals following a string of unfortunate occasions and poor business deals. His inheritance consisted of little more than a family home he did not wish to see again and so he quickly sold it to once more supplement his income as he travelled and worked.

At age 25 he first met Freya. The pair soon fell into a partnership in more ways than one, finding that they both worked excellently together as their relationship deepened.
Soon they were regularly robbing both bandit and traveler alike as they roamed the west, occasionally working with others as they pulled off the occasional larger job. Though it was messy and they left more than a few corpses behind them it seemed that so far they had managed to make no small amount of money and come through relatively unscathed.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

Freya Schur

Name
Freya Schur

Age
24

Gender
Female

Appearance


Occupations
Bounty Hunter
Outlaw

Assets
Smith & Wesson Model 3 Revolver.
Winchester Model 1894.
Spotted Appaloosas named ‘Gin’.

Personality
Freya could be called fiery, passionate and certainly ‘unladylike’ at the best of times. Growing up in a man’s world has taught her that whilst occasionally helpful her femininity tended to be more of a hindrance than a boon unless used as a tool - as such she is far from societies picture of a perfect lady.

She has learnt that to ensure her survival and success that others tended to need to be bent to her will - something she has become very skilled at doing one way or another.

She generally lacks any empathy or compassion unless it comes to those whom she just so happens to call friend (who are generally few and far between).

Freya can otherwise be very manipulative and even downright cruel when she judges the situation calls for it. The world is a cold hard place and those not prepared to deal with and come out on top deserve all the poor fortune they get.

Intelligent and determined Freya plans to make her fortune before ‘retiring’ to some tropical paradise one way or another.

History
Freya never met her mother, at least not that she could ever recall. Her father was a scoundrel and bandit through and through and she grew up poor and constantly on the move with his ‘gang’. When she asked him about her mother he would always shrug and say that she was a French whore that’d found the business end of a lawman’s shotgun and little else.

Her youth was chaotic at best, never in one place too long surrounded by the more undesirables in life she was raised amongst the wilds in more way than one.

At age 15 she had lived and endured more than most could claim. She had grown and thrived in an outlaw’s world, one that was dominated by men and come out the other side more or less intact. Her father had protected her where possible however he was often away which left her exposed to the machinations of his lawless companions who decided that their carnal desires outweighed the supposed bonds of brotherhood.

Upon his return there was a rather bloody confrontation that left three of the five men riddled with lead – unfortunately however he too received what would become a slow but fatal wound and several months later he died. Freya continued his ‘work’ and after several months tracking the men she finally ended things on her own brutal terms. This set in motion the beginning of her own career as both an outlaw and Bounty Hunter as she started to mastermind what jobs she could find.

The years progressed as did her skills, eventually at 21 she met Finn playing cards and soon the pair were working jobs together and their relationship deepened as did their successes.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared
Rough idea yeah

Red Dead Reckoning

Awesome characters so far! Working on mine atm.

Going for a slightly unhinged outlaw couple that should fit right in.