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Gunslingers - A Wild West Roleplay [Sign-ups/OoC]



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OmniChaos

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Known only under the alias of "The One-Eyed Man", or as "Boss" by his gang

Age:
36

Gender:
Male

Equipment:
Two Smith & Wesson .44 Double-Action Revolvers
Six chambered, semi-automatic sidearms, one grey and the other black. With the hammer automatically cocked after every shot, The One-Eyed Man is able to use both revolvers simultaneously. Each revolver has seen its fair share of bloodshed and have each put down more men than any other gun likely ever would.

Winchester Model 1886 Semi-Deluxe .40-82 caliber Short Rifle
A 21" octagon barrel with an eight shot magazine capacity. Unlike The One-Eyed Man's revolvers, this rifle rarely sees any action and is, instead, often held behind his back, kept for times of emergency.

With him he also keeps a small sack on him, which holds an assortment of miscellaneous items, including extra rounds for both his revolvers and his rifle, a simple pocket knife, and a beautiful, silver harmonica.

Skills:
The One-Eyed Man is notorious for his gun skills, known second to none as the greatest gunslinger to ever grace the Old West. The man can draw with an ungodly speed, capable of unholstering his gun and embedding a slug into the other man at a speed faster than most men can follow. His accuracy is pin-point and pure, and he has proven its worth on multiple occasions (such as when he disarmed a young man who was showing off, shooting the spinning gun straight out of his hand). His reloading, while not perhaps the fastest, is steady-handed and swift enough to keep the time between his fires brief.

The One-Eyed Man is a natural survivor, even in a harsh, unforgiving place such as the desert. He knows well of drawing water from cacti to fill his waterskins, knows well to follow the sun's path for directions by day and by the constellations by night, and knows well the following of tracks and trails to their owners.

In his free time, The One-Eyed Man enjoys playing a tune or two on his silver harmonica, which he plays with a cold and subtle eeriness that paints him not as the ruthless outlaw and leader of the Rattlesnake gang, but as a man filled with sorrow and heartbreak beyond mortal understanding.

Appearance:
The One-Eyed Man stands a tall, imposing figure, his skin, after years of being pelted by the sun's rays, a dark tan. With a jagged jaw; a broad, rough face, scarred with years of combat and hardships; and his single, blue eye that can pierce even the most steadfast of men--an eye of a saint and of a killer, of a lover and a monster; The One-Eyed Man can scare off the eyes of men as easily as the boney face of death. His hair is raven-black and sits upon his head short and well-maintained, though one might not tell given that it is hidden beneath black, broad cap. The man has allowed his stubble to grow ever so slightly (mainly due to neglect) into a short, prickly gruff ("Like tiny littl' cacti thorns," a prostitue had pointed out).

The One-Eyed Man's attire consist of dark, but light (fabric), clothing. His shirts and jeans, usually black or brown, are simple and are only meant to surve their purpose. His black coat, a slightly heavier material, is well-kept, except for the bottom, which has long since become ragged. The One-Eyed Man's pride and joy is his wide-brimmed, slightly bent, black cap, a sparkling white (American) eagle skull mounted on the front of it like a trophy.

Personality:
When it comes to shooting and plundering with his gang, The One-Eyed Man is a no-nonsense sort of man who'll whup anyone who does not follow his direct orders, like a teacher might whup a boy who steps out of line. He accepts no joking about when his men are to be serious and will not, under any condition, allow any women, children, elders or the unarmed to be hurt by his men during raids and will harshly correct them should they try (once even going as far as killing a man attempting to rape a woman). He conducts all his business (robbing, trading, drawing) fairly and honestly, and detests acts of treachery, be it either side.

However, if one should meet The One-Eyed Man without knowing it to be him (and even those who do) find not the horrible and blood-thirsty monsters from tails of survivors, but a man with a kind disposition and a good head perched between two, strong shoulders. He acts respectfully to women and his elders (even during a raid) and will always tip his prized hat toward them. Though on the wrong side of the law, The One-Eyed Man is a true gunslinger through and through and upholds their morals as much as they do, if not more.

Background:
"That man, that ol' one-eyed man, he be a revenat--an evil spirit of all 'em outlaws, bandits, and harriers long since dead ta this world; all those bad men punished and keelled by the law. Ain't got no past, no future; he jus' live in the here an' now, searching for his treasures whatnot exists and blowin' away all dem sheriffs stupid enough ta try him. He one fine lover, though. Know how ta treat a woman quite rightly."

The One-Eyed Man rode into the Old West like a ghost from the mist and cut a wide swath through it, leaving blood, destruction, and stories in his wake. He gave no name, no purpose, and took not a penny from the towns he passed. The man without a name was searching, vigorously, for something. Something that pennies and gold did not hold. Something that did not exist: the Great Find. A legendary stash of colossal value--what that be exactly (gold, jewels, stollen goods, etc.), varies from the numerous legends--said to be hidden away in the desert where none may find. A great legend, but a legend all the same. But not to him.

His infamy grew with each passing year and each town he raided, and soon the name of the One-Eyed Man was known all across the Old West. A large bounty of forty thousand was placed on his head and sheriffs and bounty hunters alike died trying to claim it. Eventually, wishing to increase his search radius and time, the One-Eyed Man bought the guns of the small-time Copperhead gang, promising all the loot they pleased from the raided towns in exchange for following his orders. The Copperhead gang, seeing an opportunity to increase their income as well as their credit by associating themselves with this man, agreed to follow him. The gang grew in size and imfamy and, eventually, everyone in the west knew the name of the One-Eyed Man's gang: now called the Rattlesnake gang.

A few more years have since passed and the One-Eyed Man's search has continued on fruitlessly, no closer to his goal than from when he start. His gang has now set out from their hideout to their next target: Whispering Springs, where rumor has risen that a well-dressed city man in possession of a valuable item is planning to next make rest. Be it what he seek or not, the One-Eyed Man plans to acquire the item.

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Theme Song: "Harmonica's Cry"
 

OmniChaos

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We should be starting soon. I'm finishing up my templates, and, once Eva gets time to post her's up, we'll start.
 

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Name: John "Angry Crow" Phillip

Age:
25

Gender:
male

Equipment:
Crow always carries a bow, quiver and arrows, bowie knife, and two Beretta Stampedes.
He also carries with him his collection of scalps, he wears his trophies with pride.

Skills:
He is a very skilled tracker and hunter, learning the ways of his people at a young age he perfected how to blend in with his surroundings and kill with his bear hands at lethal speeds. He is an experienced archer and finds joy in showing off his marksmanship at others expense.

Appearance:
Crow is a native American who is proud of his ancestry and displays this with his appearance. He wears two crow feathers in his long black hair which is held in a pony tail. His face is marked with a long scar that reaches across his face from ear to ear. He has dark eyes that are full of hatred and sadness. his body is a map of gruesome scars and stories of pain and ultimately... victories. He wears his bow and quiver on his back, at his hip lies his two revolvers and knife. He wears his scalps across his chest like some sick sash of ill gotten trophies. His scarred body is hidden by the traditional bear fur wardrobe. He will always cover his face in the blood of his first kill in every battle or hunt.

Personality:
He is a man of very few words as his English broken and his native tongue is pretty much forgotten. He is a fearless fighter and shows no mercy. He is a cannibal and his mind has suffered for it. He has random fits of rage and often seems to go into a strange dreamlike state. He is very spiritual and superstitious and will often look to his ancestors for aid by meditating and consuming herbs. Crow has a severe hatred for settlers and is very hostile towards them.

Background:
Crow was born in the wilderness, his mother a "savage" and his father a settler. His mother had been raped and left by his father and this had begun his hatred for the ghost men. His mother died giving birth to the boy and so he was raised by his elder brother and sister. His brother a proud warrior of the tribe and his sister a strong child bearer. His brother taught him the ways of the warrior and indeed everything he knew. They had a very strong bond and often hunted together.
One day when crow was but 9 he was out hunting by himself. Drawn back home by a trail of smoke Crow found his home destroyed and everyone he knew dead. His whole world shattered he set out to find the ones responsible. He tracked them back to a town called Whispering Springs. Lost and alone he raised himself on the outskirts of the town waiting for the opportunity to get revenge on the men responsible for his grief. That day came when he was 18, he was in a bar and overheard two men telling of how many years ago they had raided a "Savage camp" and how much fun they had killing everyone there. The boy lost his mind and leaped over the table that was in between him and the two men and their friends. As he was hurdling the table he grabbed two bottles and once he landed proceeded to smash them across the two men's heads. This began a long and exciting bar fight which ended with him being thrown out of a window where he laid for a few minuets in his own blood. As he looked up he saw a strange man, tall and dark with one eye. Crow supposed the man felt pity for the dieing savage but either way Crow owes this man his life. That's how he became a member of the notorious Rattlesnake gang. Crow would die for The boss and shows unwavering loyalty to the man.

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OmniChaos

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Isaac James Edgar

Age:
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Equipment:
Thought to be too young (and too pure) to yet handle a gun, Edward gave Isaac a small, simple pocket knife to fill any of his needs (but mainly for protection). Edward's name is carved into the side of the knife.

Skills:
Not much good at anything else (at least, according to him), Isaac typically passes the time by whittling wood. Starting with simple shapes, Isaac is now able to carve almost perfect, little statues of things he sees or imagines. Isaac has yet to be able to carve faces, however, and feels it to be a road block in the way of his talent.

Appearance:
Isaac stands a young, strapping boy on the verge of being a teen. His face is round and smooth, his dark brown (almost black, from a distance) eyes filled with childhood wonderment, with his tanned skin the only sign of his approaching teenage years. Beautiful, dark brown hair (which slightly curls when he sweats) sits atop his hair like a proud trophy. His hair reaches down across his ears and curls forward as it reaches the middle. Beneath his right eye, running parallel with his nose, sits a small, brown mole.

Isaac wears a simple, dark blue button-up shirt, turned a slight dusty by the dirt. Around his neck hangs a simple, red and white bandana, which the young boys wear more for appearance than for use. From his shirt stretches a pair of dusty, black pants, the knees heavily worn out from a large amount of time spent on them. Finally, he wears a simple pair of brown boots.

Personality:
Isaac has the happy-go-lucky personality of any boy his age, worrying about childish things which concern him. As taught by his brother, which Isaac idolizes, he is kind and polite to most everyone he meets, giving a tip of his non-existent hat and a flash of his smile. Because, as his brother had taught him, making a single person's day better was all that counted.

However, beneath it all, Isaac struggles with a feeling of inadiquency, never feeling his talents amount to anything, feeling that he'll never be as good as his brother. His desire to follow in his brother's footsteps stem from his subconscious jealousy he holds toward his brother, a feeling he hates (and such, hates himself because of it). Isaac fights the feelings with all his heart, knowing that ever revealing these dark feelings would break his brother's heart.

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Oh, my mistake, I was under the impression that both were gang members. Go ahead and do what you wish.

Also, not trying to rush you guys, but I'd like to get this roleplay started before the end of the week, so if you wouldn't mind... But if there's a reason that may hinder you from doing so before then, let me know and we can wait.
 

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Oh, bonk it. I'm going to go ahead and start this either tonight or tomorrow, at the latest. Everyone can finish their templates when they can get to it. Better than to let this drift away...again...
 

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I'm sooooo ready to get this on!!! This is my first rp after returning, I used to rp a lot before I left so this isn't my first rp ever but I might still be a little dusty. I can't wait though. My creative juices are just about to burst, figuratively speaking of course.
 

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El Profesor and I will be introducing our characters sometime soon, though I can't pinpoint an exact date/time.
 
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