[M] We Never Sleep

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We Never Sleep is rated [M] - it may, or may not, contain violence and coarse language.


We Never Sleep

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*What follows is not a true, accurate, account of any real-life events in 1870, but is merely used to provide entertainment. Consider 'We Never Sleep' an alternate earth timeline to the true events.*


Louisiana,
17th February, 1870

'We Never Sleep', motto of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency has served it well in its 20 year history. From foiling an assassination attempt on a President, to security services through the Civil War, the company has proved effective at what it does - bringing criminals to justice, whenever, wherever, however.

The NDA's motto is particularly true of a certain group of men within the organization.

Simply called The Hunters, this specialist group of 5 men – all battle-hardened veterans of the Civil War that excel in tracking and torture techniques – were given the power to conduct their own operations, choose their own targets and were answerable only to the NDA Founder, Allan Pinkerton.

Some people called The Hunters heroes, paragons of good, bringing the worst of the worst to justice.

Others – those that had seen the men in action - called them corrupt, worse than the criminals they hunted, and monsters. Using techniques fit only for a war, The Hunters ran down any criminal they chose and dealt with them in any manner they chose.

Some spent the rest of their lives in jail.

Many were "accidentally" killed while trying to bring them to justice.

Led by the vicious, and increasingly brutal, Henry Fuller – a former Colonel in the Union Army - The Hunters chose more and more to simply slaughter the criminals they found than allow them a fair trial.

Their techniques were questionable, but The Hunters got the job done. Now, sitting aboard the train, The Southern Daisy, on its trek to Chicago, Henry Fuller toasts his latest victory with his team.

Deep in the back of the Southern Daisy, a group of men and women – accused criminals all – sat shackled, the latest conquests of The Hunters.

And in the rest of the Wild West rumors abound of another possible Civil War, hidden treasures, and a massive reward for the infamous James Gang.


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You are one of the 'criminals' currently aboard The Southern Daisy. Whether you committed the crime, or were falsely accused, you are currently in the hands of The Hunters, on the way towards your destiny in Chicago. Reaching Chicago means certain death – guilty or innocent.

Escape could mean becoming heroes of the Wild West, or more infamy than the legendary James Gang.





Name:

Age:

Gender:

Occupation:

Appearance:

Equipment: (only important equipment on you before your arrest)

Personality:

History:


IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Why you were arrested: (Why did The Hunters arrest you? Are you a big time crook, or is it mistaken identity? You didn't actually have to commit any crime, but there should be a reason you were arrested)


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What characters do I need to start the game going:

5-6 people, minimum, that will be the core group. While there's no rule for it, I'd encourage people to work together in creating their characters – having characters with pre-existing relationships (e.g, members of the same gang, siblings, etc) will be useful.

Optional: 4 people to help play The Hunters. I'm happy to run them myself, but if someone wants to help take over one of The Hunters they're more than welcome to.

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Rules:

I try to keep my rules simple and fair:

Usual RPA rules
No Godmodding
No Meta Gaming
Please keep characters consistent with the mid-1800's 'Wild West'


I can be wrong: Yes, I know it's hard to believe but I can be wrong sometimes. If I'm wrong, feel free to flick me a PM letting me know, but remember to be respectful.


Absence:
If at all possible, please let me know if you're going to be unavailable for significant lengths of time - just so I can keep the game going - this may involve me taking the character over, letting someone else run the character, or - last resort - having the character killed off. This shouldn't happen much since it will be slower paced, but try not to completely disappear on me. :D


Level of Skill required: Intermediate-Advanced


Posting: Minimum 2 paragraphs – no set frequency. Please, take your time with posts. I would rather a good, long post once a week than dozens of 1 liners. If you want to have a conversation, try to get the other person to work on a co-post – those are lots of fun :D

But again, the most important rule is to have fun.

If you have any questions, ideas you want to run by me, please don't hesitate to PM me.

[L]

Characters


The Group

Andrew Masten (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295546&postcount=3) - run by Higurashi

Alexander Steele (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295620&postcount=7) - run by StormWolf

Travis E. Loomis (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295663&postcount=9) - run by TwinDeath

Laura Genevive St. Amand (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295674&postcount=10) - run by Crow

Connor Reid (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295818&postcount=11) - run by Septimus

Maggie McKenna (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295840&postcount=13) - run by Anne Bonny

Aaron Neilsen (http://role-player.net/forum/showpost.php?p=295871&postcount=20) - run by Shifty


The Hunters:



Name: Henry Fuller

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Occupation: Commander of The Hunters, a special forces group within the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.

Equipment: Twin Colt Revolvers, 1 Sabre


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Story Recap and Current Player Positions

Everyone is currently aboard The Southern Daisy

[Higurashi]

Name: Andrew Masten

Age: 34

Gender: male

Occupation: Sheriff's deputy

Appearance: http://www.mygiftsite.com/images/30737.jpg

Equipment: Schenfeild revoler, Winchester Repeater, Rucksack, Highquality-rawhide whip. Lasso

Personality: Andrew is a rather crude man, but its not his fault that he is. He tries his best to be gentleman-like, but often fails. He has a tendency to look in the wrong way at women, though he never puts his thoughts into action. He's sort of like a farmer's boy put in a hall of college educated scholars, even with normal people. Despite all of this, he tries his best to do whats right.

History: Andrew was born on a ranch, near the town of San Qwuablo, in southern Texas, near the Mexican border. He was raised wholesomely, but was only ever given enough education to know how to fire a gun, have a family, and raise a farm without being cheated out of his money. That was all Andrew thought would happen in his life, until the town Sheriff came to his ranch when Andrew was eighteen. There had been an outbreak of crime in the community, and the Sheriff was gathering a posse' of all able bodied men to take the accused down.

Andrew's family had lost cattle to the accused, and his gang of theives. Andrew wanted those cattle back, and the Sheriff decieved him into believing that he would get them back if he helped. When all was said and done, the gang was dead, but so was Andrew's family. The Gang had taken them hostage then killed them, burning the family's farm in the process. Andrew, heart-broken, joined the sheriff as a deputy, swearing that he would bring criminals to justice.

Years later, there was another gang moving through town, the Johnsons. The Sheriff had gotten intel that they were transporting treasure, and he wanted it. So he set up an Ambush. Andrew didn't know any of this. When the trap was sprung, the gang was either captured or killed, but there was no gold. Then the Hunter's came to town....


IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Why you were arrested: The Sheriff, who's name is long forgotten, had made a deal with one of the surviving gang members. Lead them to the gold, and he could go free. The theif had agreed, and was leading them to it. Andrew still didn't know about this. When the Hunters came, they wuickly found out about it. They charged the Sheriff, and all his deputies, even Andrew, with corruption. In the fight that ensued, the Sheriff and almost all his deputies died, except Andrew. The Hunters needed a man to bring back for justice, or execution. As they rode away, Andrew saw the Johnson gang members running off in the distance. he stayed quiet. One day, he was going to find that gold, and that gang member would pay for what he'd done.

[L]

Awesome Hig, welcome to The Southern Daisy. Your chains are tight, and there's no drinks service, but it'll be a great ride none-the-less :D

[Higurashi]

XD

[Septimus]

Anne mentioned this to me. Think I'll join so expect a bio up soon.

[StormWolf]

Name: Alexander Steele

Age: late twenties

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 205 pounds

appearance:
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tan cotton shirt
black leather vest
dark brown leather duster coat
black leather cowboy hat
red bandanna tied around his neck (hides hanging scar)
Dark grey levis
black leather cowboy boots with steel spurrs. [/hide]



Equipment:

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lasso
4 apache throwing knives

Personality: blunt and realistic. Tends to keep a cool head if there isn't much drink in him. Not the kind of person to start fights as much as finish them. He'll only go out of his way to rough somebody up if there is a clear reason for it. For example, if someone knows more than him about something, he'll ask, and he asks hard. This all changes when he gets tipsy, though. When drunk, he is the most offensive and belligerant bastard in the west. He has very complicated feelings towards Natives.


History: Alexander Steel was born in Gatlinberg, Tennessee to a family of ranchers. He grew up knowing how to ride, shoot, hunt, and survive on his own. The second eldest of four, Alex learned how to lead with force and how to brawl from his older brother, Hank. Though constantly at odds, Alex and Hanks were very similar in their approach to life: take it by the horns and break its neck if it fights back too hard.

When the nation divided, Hank and his brothers stayed loyal to their homeland and enlisted in the Confederate Army while their baby sister, Emma, stayed home to look after their parents, whom old age and life on the farm did not treat well. The three Steele Brothers fought in many battles together, celebrated victories and lamented defeats, ran in the charges and the retreats; whatever it was, they did it together. On July 3rd, 1863, at the battle of Pickette's Charge in Gettysberg, Pennsylvania, Hank Steele was shot dead in the breaking charge on the Union line. There was no time to claim his body from the field. The best Alexander could do was take Hank's wedding ring and give it to Hank's widow when he returned home.

The war only got grimmer and grimmer after that. Battles became massicres for the Confederacy as Sherman made his march. On the way to Virginia, the march went right through the Steele home. Alexander and his younger brother, Derrick, deserted their duty in the Army to go and attempt to rescue their family from the relentless march of Sherman. When the two brothers got there, they found their ranch burned to the ground. Their slaves gone and their ranch hands dead. Their father, John, had his chest riddled with bloody holes, blood staining his white moustaches and beard. Their mother was found in her bed, her body consumed by the fire. Alexander and Derrick searched for Emma, but they couldn't find her, until they heard whimpering from the remains of the barn. Emma, who was just standing on the threshold of being a woman, was found laid out in a mess of hay, covered is lumps, scrapes, cuts, and bruises. The signs of sexual abuse was obvious and so recent, Alex could smell it. Salvaging whatever they could, the remaining Steele siblings made out for a small town where they could afford the rent.

It turned out that Emma was doomed to forever bear the horrors that happened to her that day, as she soon showed signs of being with child. News reached Alex and Derrick of their sister-in-law's death, making the three - soon to be four - of them, the last of their kind. Work was scarce, so Alex and Derrick became Cowboys, making coin for an honest living. That honest living proved to be more difficult than anticipated. While moving the herd through the Great Plains, Derrick and Aex were ambushed by a notorious bandig bang. The shootout was brief, but brutal. Over the years in the Army, Alexander became quite the gunslinger, and Derrick quite the marksman. Still, two against ten never ends up well.

Alex found himself on the ground with a hole in his side. His vision started to dim when he saw a gun bandit stand over him, ready to finish the deed, when an arrow struck him right in the heart. Alex blacked out soon after that.

Alexander Steele awoke several days later in a tark one-room tent made of animal hide. It smelled of sweat and smoke and blood. The tent flap went back, sending blinding rays of light in to the room. Alex felt gentle hands upon his wounds, and a calming tone filled his ears. Alex beheld a beautiful woman with dark tanned skin and luscious hair of black. Her skin was soft, yet her palms were callaused. Ayita, was her name, and as Alex later learned, it means "first to dance." When the language barrier was finally broken between Alex and his Native saviors, they told him that they were Comanche, and that they had witnessed the struggle with the bandits, and respected Alex's skill.

Alex stayed with the Comanche for a time. If for nothing else, to be with Ayita. He was smitten by her, and she by him. Worlds apart, yet so close. Alex eventually took her for his wife, much to the chagrin of many other men in the tribe. Months passed without incident, then the day came when Alex learned of his wife's harlotry and her willingness to share her body with other men. Alex walked in on the act, seeing Ayina and another native man in the throes of lustful pleasure. Alex stood in shock, and the other man took offense at this. The native man who had been sleeping with Alex's wife just moments ago, now challenged him to a fight to the death, to decite who got to have her.

The fight was with knives, and it was this fight that gave Alexander the long and jagged scar on the right side of his face. Even though Alex won the fight, if just barely, he couldn't stand the sight of his Ayina any longer, nor the rest of the people he had come to love. He fought and ate beside them, and now he hated them. Because he chose a Native woman as his bride, his brother and sister disowned him, calling him an abomination.

After that, it is all what you see in the tabloids and the wanted posters. Alexander Steele; Wanted for: countles acts of murder, larceny, arson, robbery, theft, and acts of violence. The law finally caught up to the Renegade Gunslinger, and that is what put him on the train...

Why you were arrested: Wanted for: countles acts of murder, larceny, resisting arrest, attacking an officer of the law, arson, robbery, theft, and acts of violence. Alex is also considered a deserter, seeing as how he abandoned his post to go and try to save his family from Sherman's march.

[Higurashi]

Storm, I have to say man, yourr sheets always excell

[TwinDeath]

Name: Travis E. Loomis

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Occupation: Confederate Skirmisher, Retired (think sniper/scout)

Appearance: http://www.thebad.net/galleries/Photos/1973b.jpg

Equipment: Colt Single Action Army 12" .45, Marksman's Spencer Repeating Rifle, two boot knives and two belted bowie knives.

Personality: Quiet, soft-spoken, and subtle, Travis is typically slow to anger and cautious, deciding every move three steps before he makes it. Make him mad, however, and you’ll likely die. Wrong him, or any of his friends, and he will never stop hunting you. Flashbacks of the war have given him hallucinations, leaving him haunted and distracted. Sometimes he will even stop in the middle of the fight, having noticed some object or person that reminds him of something. His training as an Army skirmisher makes him an excellent shot, however he prefers working with knives, claiming them to be more personal, allowing him to get more of a feel for his victim.

History: After the war, Travis returned to his home in Louisiana, only to find it gone. His family was missing, and the house was burned. Gone. Ashes. Travis went cold.

He discovered a slavewoman he had freed dangling from a tree nearby, and next to her, his wife and daughter, all three naked and bloody. Something broke inside Travis, shattered beyond all hope of repair. Revenge was all he knew. Cutting down his family and friend, he buried them all and rode quietly away.

Two months went by, with Travis cutting a bloody swath through the country, following little clues out to the west. The local police and sheriffs wouldn’t help. Couldn’t help. One of them made a bitter mistake. “What, you want us to find the people who killed some darkie-lovers? Good riddance, I say.” When Travis’ vision cleared, he was covered in blood and the sheriff had swallowed twelve inches of sharp steel.

Before Travis could catch up to his family’s killers, someone else caught up to him. The Pinkerton Detective agency. Though Travis had only killed those who deserved it in his mind, the law said different. Travis was a murderer, and as for those he was hunting, ‘inquiries were being made’.


Why you were arrested: Multiple murders, but only of those who stood in Travis’s way. Several bodies had been tortured and mutilated.

[Crow]

Ooooo, looks interesting. I'll apply X3

Name: Laura Genevive St. Amand

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Occupation: Saloon Girl

Appearance:
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http://www.bustledress.com/aab/contest/entries/i.victorian.contest.55.jpg

Equipment: Small pocket knife. And the gun she used to murder the judge

Personality: Flirtatious and Fiesty. She's an independant woman and doesn't like taking orders (Especially from men). She quite often uses cuss words (which is improper for a lady to do) and she acts very unlady-like.

History: Born as the 2nd oldest of 7 children (5 girls and 2 boys), Laura lived on a farm in a small community. When she finished school, she became a waitress at the local restauraunt. It was a job with good pay for a woman and nice people... But it burned down one night from a lit pipe in one of the bedrooms being left on the nightstand. She then left the town in search of work, she ended up in the big city working as a saloon girl in a tavern... She detests it because every guy wants to feel her up or get into her bloomers, sometimes both.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
One night in the Tavern, a local man decided he was looking for a good time and some tail where he spotted Laura. He went up from behind Laura, completely inebriated and felt her up... She protested and nobody seemed to do anything about it (it was completely normal in that time for a man to treat a woman like that) so she pulled his pistol out of it's hollister and then fired at his head. It turns out that the man was the local judge, so she got arrested by the hunters and she is travaling with them now in chains.

[Septimus]

Name: Connor Reid

Nickname: Priest

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Occupation: Priest

Appearance:http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m318/Lokiri/Males/ben099.jpg
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Dark hair tops this handsome figures head, worn slightly shaggy with the ends reaching back along his neck nearly to his shoulders though a natural curl to the ends keep it from actually reaching them in the back. His bangs, though plenty long enough to cover his eyes or face, are kept back and out o the way by a black hat that is styled in a fashion not often seen on the typical cowboy what with its shape and smaller stature. There is the carefully maintained growth of a dark beard upon his face, adding a little roughness to this deadly man. His eyes are a deep blue, dark as night and capable of appearance both hard as ice and gentle as a summer wind at any given time.

Connor’s undershirt is a dark blue, very reminisce of his eyes and it matches the hue of his light vest that he wears over it. His jacket is made of simple black wool, thick and warm to protect from even the winter months while also being stylish as he is a man who believes that appearances should be considered no matter what job you might possess. He carries only two weapons, a pair of Colt Single Action Army pistols. The first is worn in a quick draw style holster upon his right hip. The second, slightly larger weapon, is in a second, similarly designed holster centered upon his back with the handle on the left for his other hand to reach. Its concealed behind his jacket.

Equipment: http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m318/Lokiri/Weapons/400px-ColtSAA_HandOfGod.jpg
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Personality: Connor is a man of the more quiet variety, bearing a kind of stoic quality that could almost seem imposing at times. Outwardly he seems… docile, gentle and kind and when speaking to him it’s almost difficult to see the man who has killed many other before his arrest. He’s educated, cunning, and intelligent, and those qualities quickly show themselves once someone begins talking to him. That intellect is tempered by a firm belief in a higher power, in God almighty. He believes firmly that he is doing the right thing, that God himself guides his hand to those evil men who have perished against him. That belief has never been shaken, not even when he was finally caught and arrested to be charged for murder.

There are times when he may seem slightly aloof, drawn into himself for whatever personality machinations he may be considering at any given times. It’s very rare that someone witnesses a change in that implacable expression for he is a man of complete calm and personal discipline. He’s an unlikely candidate for the gang he currently finds himself within, especially since some of them are questionably good at best. Perhaps he keeps himself slightly apart due to the possibility that the hand of god would point him in their direction one day. It’s more difficult to kill a friend than it is to kill a stranger, after all.

History: Connor’s upraising was no different or special than your average person. His father was a priest who ran a church in a small town near central Texas. His mother was a local there and they met one Sunday during service. They married soon after and about a year later Connor was welcomed into the world. They were caring, loving parents and as all children eventually were Connor became slightly rebellious and wanted a life apart from the church. He was religious even then of course. Growing up in a catholic household with a priest for a father makes it hard not to be, but around the age of thirteen e was convinced that the life of a docile priest was not for him.

He left home at sixteen with whatever money he had saved and a horse his father had given him for his birthday. He wanted to see the world and though his parents worried they did not believe in holding their son back. He had to find the path that God had picked for him and he could not do so if they kept him trapped there. Eventually he found himself in Tennessee, in a nearly lawless town complete with a haggard sheriff who did his best to keep the peace and mostly failed at it. Truth be told Connor was just going to stop for the night and pass on through. It seemed God had other designs however for while in the tavern for a drink and a hot meal couple of the town’s local gang decided to hassle the newcomer. A disagreement was had and Connor killed the pair of them in a short but lethal gunfight. During his travels he had spent a lot of his time alone practicing his drawing and marksmanship. This was the first time he had ever taken a life. His practice served him well for he had gotten fast on the draw, his hand a blur as it pulled the weapon from the holster and fired even before the other two cleared their weapons from their sheaths.

The struggle began soon after for the gang leader could not condone the killing of two of his men. Word travelled fast and he and the rest of them approached Connor in the morning before he could leave. He had the advantage of numbers but it wasn’t a full on gunfight he sought. Word of his speed had also traveled and the gang leader was a bit of a gun hand himself. When it came to people who had a reputation for having a fast draw there is almost always one thing in common. As soon as another came around there was always that question they wanted answered. ‘Who’s faster?’ Pride dictated that the leader challenge him to a duel and though Connor was not enthused about it he was given little choice but to draw against the man. The whole town witnessed the gangleader die before he could get his gun lifted to fire.

The men dispersed after that but that was not the end of Connor’s troubles in Tennessee. The sheriff asked him to sign on as a deputy, offering good pay and a room at the local inn for his services. Knowing that the gang was not going to just leave him be now that the challenge was you there Connor agreed. If he was to fight for his life he might as well get paid doing it. The next few years was a blur of gunfights and blood, violence and chaos, and still Connor stood amidst the storm. Not only did he survive everything they threw at him but he did so more or less unharmed as if God himself was shielding his own.

Eventually the gang was finally wiped out, or perhaps it’s more accurate to say it died out after the years of its losing members as no one wanted to go up against the deputy who had killed so many others. His work done Connor traveled back to Texas to see his family once more. Though he was indeed good at killing and was an able protector of the innocent he had grown tired of the violence and bloodshed. He returned home for a reprieve, only to learn that his father had past a year or so before of a sickness of the heart. The church had fallen into disrepair as there was no longer a priest to uphold it and supervise gatherings. Connor decided to carry on his father’s legacy in his stead, for what better way to repent for his sins than to serve god the remainder of his days? He repaired the church, got it running again and soon the folk of the growing town were flocking in on Sunday for prayer and service. None suspected that the man who lead them in prayer was the same gunslinger from Tennessee.

Four years of peace were granted to this warrior of god, four years in which he met a lovely young woman and married. He had never been happier and the woman of his dreams was even with child, due to be born any day. Then the devil’s influence brought another group of wicked men to their town. They were a large bunch, lead by the devil himself if his personality was to have any comparison to anything of this world. They were brutes, vile men who believed because they carried guns and had the numbers they could demand whatever they wanted. They wanted to set up base camp here and demanded payment to be left alone. Protection money, or so they claimed. The town folk were hardy, proud people. They would not give in to the demands and soon the first deaths occurred during yet another angry brawl.

Connor did his best to stay out of the trouble, though he did not like the men who had come. Once one of their own was killed though the war broke out. From his position upon the hill where the church stood just outside of town he heard the sounds of gunfire and emerged from the church to see buildings ablaze. Even form there he could hear the screams of men and women as they ran from the gang who brought death upon them. Yet only one thing entered his mind. His wife had gone to town… He had given up his pistols and so there was not a weapon in the house for him to defend himself. That did not stop him from mounting his horse and riding with all haste to town however.

He arrived within chaos, saw people running and screaming with their attackers chasing either on foot or horseback. As he watched a child was struck by a running horse, trampled by the few that followed behind. A woman tried to flee into a side street and was stopped abruptly as a bullet pierced her heart and exploded out her breast in a fountain of blood. Connor dismounted, too worried for his wife to let rage over the scene take him. It was a selfish thing, he knew, but he had to know she was ok…

He found her in the general store. The owner had been killed by a bullet to the skull and lay hunched over the counter. His wife was not so fortunate… whoever had done the deed had not shot her at all. Instead she was cut, his pure skin sliced in the most brutal of fashions. He throat was open, but the man had been wise enough not to strike the jugular and ensure a quick death. Worst of all she was alive… Connor ran to her, clutching her bloody hand within his own as desperation took him. He held her to him, heedless of the blood as sorrow took him and for the first time he noticed her attackers had thrust their blades into her round stomach, ensuring the baby died before it could ever truly have a chance at life. Connor had experienced pain before, knew the agony of a gunshot wound and the pain of loss. Nothing could have ever compared to the sheer agony he felt now as his wife died within his arms. He cried out for help, implored God to save her, but it was not to be. He held her as she died, feeling his life ending even as her shallow breaths did.

Anger followed, a blood rage that demanded vengeance but by the time he emerged out into the street the gang was already gone, leaving the burning city in their wake. He had no idea just how long he’d spent holding his wife and giving into a despair the likes of which he never knew could exist, but it must have been a while. His opportunity for vengeance had been lost, but that did not mean he would give up. There, standing within the middle of the street as his home town burned around him, he made a vow to God that he would sit idle no longer, that wicked men such as those would not be allowed to exist freely anymore. It was time to enter the violent world of death once more…

Finding the members of the gang proved more difficult than expected. They had split up after the murders of the town, going their separate ways and for two years Connor tracked every one of them. The leader he saved for last, tracking him to a city in Arizona where he had somehow gained the job of Sheriff and a gold star to go with it. How so vile and corrupt a man managed it, Connor didn’t know, but his position of authority did not stop him from killing the man. That was what brought his deeds more to light. Turns out when you kill a criminal or outlaw people don’t often care. But when that outlaw is also a sheriff you’ve suddenly turned outlaw yourself.


IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Connor is yet a religious man. For every life he has claimed he has taken the time to offer a prayer for their souls in the hopes that God may take pity upon them seeing as how they had found none in this world. Normally he’ll kneel right at the body of the man to do so but if he is lacking time he’ll settle for doing it elsewhere once he was safe.

Why you were arrested: Strictly speaking he’s a murderer. The law doesn’t much care if his cause is just or if the men are wicked, murder is murder all the same. Early on when he killed only outlaws his existence was tolerated. Problems began for him when he killed a sheriff and they continued soon after when he learned of a corrupt mayor in a nearby town and killed him as well. The hunters came after him because he is considered dangerous and had eluded and wounded several posse members that had come after him. It should be noted that he never killed any of them, choosing instead to render them unable to follow by whatever means he could manage. Never once has Connor killed a man who could be said to be innocent, but sch is a fact the law cares little for.

[StormWolf]

Septimus, very well done. I see some common ground between Connor and Alex, beyond being from the same state.

[Anne Bonny]

Wow, everyone! This rp has some amazing characters! I cannot wait to see where this takes us.

Ok, I wrote this in like two seconds since I'm at work. Forgive the bad spelling that I'm sure is there. I promise my posts will be better than the profile!

Name: Maggie McKenna

Age: 20

Gender: female

Occupation: In between jobs

Appearance: http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr348/annebonny10/rpa/Blowy_by_ros78.jpg
Maggie is of average height and slight build with wavy blond hair. Her sky blue eyes have a hint of sadness behind them, but it is often overlooked because of her bold smile.

Equipment: Just the clothes on her back and some cheap jewelry. Nothing of note.

Personality: A fiery young woman, stubborn as a mule and hot tempered as a rattlesnake. Far from a charming lady, Maggie has been known to speak her mind and even swear a bit when she feels the urge. She is a resiliant girl, and it's either her stubborn pride or her distrust of all other people that keeps her from relying on anyone else for much of anything.

History: Maggie's parents were far from well off, and having six children didn't help matters. Her father owned a tavern in a small town, but his best customer was himself. It was up to Maggie, her mother, and two sisters to run the shabby place and keep some money coming in. After her father sold Maggie's favorite horse for a barrel of whiskey, the girl decided she had put up with enough and set out on the next train to seek her own fortune.

Easier said than done for a young woman in the old west, however. Maggie did everything she could think of just to keep herself fed and have a safe place to sleep at night. She worked in a general store for a short time before going back to serving drinks in a saloon, and even had a short period as a prostitute. She traveled from town to town, hoping for a break and dreaming of a handsome gentleman to save her from her miserable life.

After some time, Maggie found her knight in shining armor, or so she thought. She arrived in a mid-sized town and met the local mayor purely by chance. The man was older, dashing, and cordial. His wife had fallen ill, he had sadly relayed, and had been for some time. Both Maggie and the mayor seemed lonely enough and needy enough, and it wasn't long before they were having an affair.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Why you were arrested: Obviously a respectable politition who was still married to a sickly woman cannot be known for having a fling with a young girl with a seedy past. Their relationship was kept completely in the dark for several weeks. Maggie thrived off the man's promise of a better life once his wife finally passed on.

But it's hard to keep a secret, especially with a public figure. The town's banker spied her sneaking home from the mayor's house late one night and decided to make a profit on the information. He tried to blackmail the mayor, but the other man quickly decided that his mistress wasn't worth his reputation or his money. It was easy to frame her for burglery, a few of the finer items from his home were hidden away in Maggie's hotel room and she had what he claimed was a stolen key to his back door.

The girl was surprised to say the least at her arrest, and though she shouted and hurled insults at her former lover, everyone saw her explanation as a desperate attempt at freedom. Maggie's violent temper gripped her and she struggled from her captors' grip, grabbed one of their guns, and fired at the mayor, striking him in the shoulder. It wasn't a fatal blow, but attempted murder did not make her claims of innocence any more believable.

[Maple]

I can't resist a western theme... expect a sheet from me soon!

[Septimus]

Septimus, very well done. I see some common ground between Connor and Alex, beyond being from the same state.

indeed. Potential for a friendship perhaps?

[Crow]

Yay Anne ^ ^ Now I am not the only girl :P

[StormWolf]

indeed. Potential for a friendship perhaps?

God help those who try and hunt them down XD

[Septimus]

God help those who try and hunt them down XD

lol you're tellin' me. I wouldn't envy the group that did come after them.

[roan]

Ooo. I so want to join this! I think I'll make a creole character. Being from Louisiana I'm going to lay the accent on thick! I'll translate as needed. xD I'll have the character sheet up as soon as possible!

[Shifty]

Name: Aaron Neilsen

Age: 31

Gender: male

Occupation: farmer, blacksmith/gunsmith, ex-Union soldier

Appearance: If you met him, you'd be scared for you're life. Aaron is an imposing fellow, standing 6 feet 6 inches, and weighing almost 250 pounds, He looks like a man who could brush boulders with his bare hands. His intimidating looks are taken down a little by kind looking blue eyes, a mop of blonde hair that comes past his ears, and a broad ear-to-ear smile. A scar runs along the left edge of his chin, a remnant of the war.

Aaron wears a light kahki jacket over a dark blue shirt. Around his left arm sleeve is a red and yellow piece of cloth, which was used as a quick identification during the war, to prevent friendly fire.

Equipment: http://www.cherrys.com/pedpics/S792b.jpg

http://www.littlegun.be/arme%20americaine/revolver%20confedere/revolver%20confedere%20lemat-01.jpg

gray felt stetson-style hat

Several gunsmithing and blacksmithing tools, including a gun cleaning kit

Personality: Sometimes called a "Gentle Giant", Aaron can easily be anything but. He was scarred by fighting during te Civil War, and is prone to lashing out at anyone who mocks or makes fun of soldiers, either Confederate or Union. He doesn't hate the south like many northerners do. In fact, he met with many Confederate soldiers secretly during the war, and became friends with many. Around friends, however, He has a decent sense of humor. He is always there to help, and often does live up to his Gentle Giant image. He is a devout Lutheran Christian, but not fanatical, and swears often, a bad habit he got while in the army.

History: Born on a small farm in southern Minnesota in 1839, Aaron was the thrid of 4 kids. His family came from Sweden in 1811, and his family's original name, Nielsson, was shortened to Nielsen. His father was a simple farmer, and his family wasn't rich, but they survived and had a good sized farm, making a decent amount of money both selling goods and animals. Aaron took a likiing to hunting after a tip with his Uncle, and proved to be a very capable shot. After several months of begging, his father decided to save up money, eventually buying him a Sharps rifle for his 18th birthday, which cost him $100 and several cattle. Aaron never forgot this, and learned to care for his rifle, keeping in perfect condition. He became a very proficient shot with it, being able to tag targets up to 800 yeards away.

When the war started in 1861, Aaron joined right away, not as much because he wanted to, but because his father was very ill and his brother who would inherit the farm was somewhat cruel, and he didn't want to live in that household. Aaron brought his sharps with him, which caused many other soldiers to be jealous, as they only had muzzle-loading muskets. Even so, he rarely used his rifle, since it was prone to jamming if it got too dirty, and in the dust and powder smoke from muzzle loaders clogged it over time. So he decided to use a muzzle-loader most of the time, or the Colt Navy .45 revolver a dying Union sldier handed him. He still used his sharps for long range work.

he was well liked in his company both for his sharpshooting skills and his character. He recieved his nasty scar when a cannon shell went off next to him, also scarring him on his left arm. The blast also evicerated one of his friends. A few battles later, Aaron picked up a confederate sidearm, a Lemat Revolver. He liked the look and the versatility of the gun and decided to keep it, selling his Colt Navy revolver for a decent sum.

After the war, Aaron moved back to Minnesota. He decided to open up a blacksmith and gunsmith store in his home town, and his business suceeded, at least enough for him to survive. He also farmed a little, for extra money and food. He learned a lot about guns during this time, and people even brought other machinery to him to fix other than guns. He led a decent life, buying more tools and farming equipment, expanding his business and home, and meeting new people who were travelling through or came to settle.

After he was framed for a crime, he had to go on the run, since he knew he wouldn't get a fair trial. The reason for that was that most people in his town were growing angry at scandanavians since more and more were leaving their home country and moving to the U.S, especially into Aaron's home town, making life harder and harder for him and his family. So, he traveled south. On the way, he did odd jobs to keep his belly and pockets from going empty, along with the occasional theft. He finally ended up in Louisiana, where he was caught and put on a train to Chicago. He never wanted any of this to happen, and through his entire journy from North to South, he prayed to god why this misfortune befell him, and prayed even harder that he should survive his ordeal.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Why you were arrested: Framed for armed robbery of a bank and murder. Later, several cases of theft, armed robbery, assault, assaulting an officer of the law, attempted murder, and murder. The robber wore a bandana and a large hat similar to Nielsen's, and used a LeMat revolver, just lie Nielsen has, to shoot the bank clerk in the head. According to Aaron, though, he was out of town, buying some tools a few miles away, and had asked a friend to watch the shop. For saftey, he gave his friend his LeMat, in case anything should happen. Aaron also forgot his hat at his store.

Upon returning home, he was informed by another friend, one who wouldn't betray him, that he was wanted for armed robery and murder, telling him to go home quick and get everything he needed and get out of town. When Aaron asked what happened, he was just handed his LeMat and his friend ran off. Aaron quickly realized what had happened, and crsed himself for doing what he did.

Aaron did as he was told, and went to his brother's farm, his childhood home, to ask for some extra money. When his brother asked why, a local sheriff knocked on the door, asking for Aaron. Aaron, in a panic, knocked out his brother and stole 60 dollars, then ran off.

He was on the run for five months, riding all around the country, all the way down to louisiana, commiting petty crimes such as theft to keep his belly full and his guns loaded along the way. He also had to kill a few people, mostly bounty hunters and other lawmen, to keep his own skin intact. In one incident, Aaron overheard a fellow making fun of of an ex-union soldier who was begging for money and food. Aaron flew into a rage, and punched the man in the head once. The man toppled over, dazed, and hit his head on a pile of iron rail spikes nearby, making a nasty gash in his head. The man bled out eventually, but not beofre Aaron had run off again.

He was caught when the owner of a tavern he was staying at realized that he was harboring a criminal. Aaron gave up, but not without a little fist-fight, in which he broke a man's arm and two of their noses. He was then given to the Hunters for escort to Chicago.

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Hope that's all. I may add some stuff or refine it before the IC goes up.

Edit: just added a bit to his profile.

[Anne Bonny]

Yay Anne ^ ^ Now I am not the only girl :P
Hecks yes! We need some femininity to balance out these manly men. Whoo!

[Crow]

Yay ^ ^

[L]

..... Ok I'm speechless. I expected some great sheets, but those are just.... wow :praise: I'll try my best to do all of your characters justice and give you a great story to be apart of :D

Maple, roan, I look forward to your sheets, I know you'll give me great stuff too :D

Remember, if anyone wants to play a Hunter there are 4 places available. Feel free to flick me a PM if you want help though.

I'm looking forward to seeing everyone in action :D

[L]

(pssst, double posting is bad, I know)

IC post will be up soon everyone, I'm just clarifying a detail with someone before I make the post, but I hope you all enjoy it :D


*EDIT* We Never Sleep (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?p=297179) IC is up :D

[Higurashi]

My first post is done. Got ninja'ed by Crow and edited.

[Crow]

Ninja ninja ninja :P

[Higurashi]

o-0

[Crow]

^ ^

[Higurashi]

now we need others to post o-0

[Crow]

Yup

[Septimus]

I thought lance said the chains were bolted to the floor?

eh, doesn't matter I suppose. lol

[Maple]

Hey Lance, sorry for the wait, I've been running around like crazy the last couple of days but the rest of today looks pretty mellow. If you're still accepting I will endeavor to finish my sheet tonight. :)

[Shifty]

just two things, both minor but still.

1: Why would there be a random axe in the armored car that's meant to carry several prisoners, mostly murderes?

2: Even with an axe, it would take several minutes to break heavy chains like I expect we would be connected to.

Sorry to poke holes, but that's just me (stare)

[Crow]

Oh alright... I'll change it...

[Crow]

changed

[Shifty]

I assume I'm the westerner?

[Crow]

Umm, I guessed Higu as the westerner.

[Shifty]

Okely-dokely. O;

[Crow]

Hee hee, I'll go wake him up.

[Higurashi]

Hmm. Where will the others get their weapons?

[Shifty]

Well, hopefully the VIP cabin will have guns or shome such weapon. Looks like we'll have to rummage through the train.

[TwinDeath]

I think the Hunters had our guns in the VIP carriage. The only one that was mentioned that they took was Connor Reid's with the cross. The rest were all said to be "on the table" and never mentioned again. Presumably, they should still be in the carriage.

EDIT - Can anyone back me up on this before I post?

[Crow]

Well, as my saying goes "A Man never looks, and a woman never tells" Hence why she had a pistol between her bloomers and her bustle.

[Shifty]

the James gang hasn't taken any, what's left we could use.

[Crow]

It has no mention of the james gang taking weapons.

[Shifty]

Well, then, what's ours is ours, then, unless the GM says otherwise.

[Crow]

I'm sure he won't. But anyways, I've combined a post (Yay for combined posting :P)

[TwinDeath]

Yay indeed. I played a bit with your wording, hope you don't mind.

[Crow]

...Saloon Tart, hee hee XD

I'd reccomend putting my text in "DarkOrchid" just to separate it a bit.

[TwinDeath]

I'd reccomend putting my text in "DarkOrchid" just to separate it a bit.

Done.

[Crow]

Thanks ^ ^ it just helps and makes things easier on the eyes.

[L]

*blinks*

Leave for 10 minutes geez :D

Ok, haven't had a time to read the IC posts yet, but from what you guys were asking, no there's nothing in the carriage with you, its completely empty beside the hooks for shackles, which are on the ground.

And yes, all of your weapons and belongings were in the VIP cart - Henry only took the revolver, but the rest is still there

[Septimus]

try not to leave the rest of us behind people. lol

My post was going to be fairly long just as an entrance. Now I have to react to the quick advance of the story too so... prepare for a read XD

[Crow]

Damn, does hiding the revolver in my bloomers still count?

[Shifty]

Septimus: No need to worry. I think it's slowing dwn, at least a little. You have time.

[L]

Good posts so far guys, but yeah, try not to post too fast so as to leave everyone behind. Everyone'll get there chance at glory :D

[Crow]

I know. I'm waiting :3

[Maple]

Well, I went ahead and finished a sheet, I hope there's still room!

Name: Yao Fang

Age: 22

Gender: Female (see IMPORTANT INFORMATION, below)

Occupation: Criminal (former miner & railworker)

Appearance: A clean-faced young Chinese man with dark eyes, "Fang the Chinese Killer" is remarkably small, with slender, delicate features. Nevertheless, he carries himself with masculine confidence and authority. He wears a leather duster over a white cotton shirt, black pants and a black vest. A red bandanna conceals his throat, while a weathered bowler hat sits atop his neat black hair.

Equipment: 1 Remington Revolver, 1 Bowie knife

Personality: Life has been unkind to Fang, and she's returned the favor. She distrusts all men, and holds most women in disdain. Hers is a solitary path, and though she is not completely withdrawn, she has never let anyone know her true self. She's been going it alone on the rugged frontier from a very young age, which required her to become smart, independent, and extremely tough. Her only soft spots are reserved for animals and children. She maintains a dark sense of humor that has helped her through many hard times.

History: Fang was born to Chinese immigrants, a prostitute and a miner, in Wyoming. Her mother was kidnapped and murdered when Fang was still an infant, and her father rescued Fang from the brothel where she would have been raised as a slave. Since all Chinese women in Wyoming were doomed to become prostitutes or slaves, Fang's father decided to raise his daughter as though she were a boy.

Fang was called a boy, dressed as a boy, and even thought herself a boy until age 10 when she figured it out by watching boys her age bathe in a creek. Her father confessed the lie, but begged his daughter to keep it a secret, and she agreed. Fang became increasingly skilled at hiding her gender as she grew, adopting a deeper voice and binding her chest. Nobody else in the mining camp where they lived suspected anything, and at age 14 she went to work in the mines alongside her father.

Not long after, however, Fang's father died of a lung disease that seemed suspiciously common among miners. Fang took the hint and decided to flee the camp, carrying nothing but her clothes and a few days' supply of food with her to the nearest town. Distrust of Chinese prevented her from getting work in the city, so she took a job working on the railroad. She was still passing for a boy until a fellow railworker caught her undressing. Fang stabbed him dead when he tried to rape her, and she fled back to the city.

Unable to work among men, and unwilling to lower herself to prostitution, Fang began a life of crime. She discovered an innate talent for thievery - being small and quick, and already trained in deception, it just came naturally. She eventually graduated from simple thievery to armed robbery, and found herself the perfect career. Traveling eastward in a stolen stagecoach, Fang robbed every general store in her path. Her quiet, mysterious manner tempted locals to speculate about "his" dark past, generating tall tales about "his" evil deeds that spread like wildfire.

Although she was little more than a small-time crook, Fang's reputation as a ruthless murderer preceded her, and soon she hardly needed to wield a revolver - her face alone was enough to intimidate shop owners who recognized her from posters warning of "Fang, the Chinese Killer." (She was amused to find that even her name, which means "fragrant" in Chinese, could inspire fear.) In truth, Fang had a distaste for killing, and had only murdered one man. She wanted nothing more than to live independently, and so she did... until that fateful day she was apprehended in Louisiana and soon found herself imprisoned in a train car headed north.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Although Fang is a 22-year-old woman, she looks, acts, and dresses as an 18-year-old boy. All but the keenest observers would assume she's male.

Why you were arrested: "Fang the Chinese Killer" has been implicated in the single-handed robbery of more than 20 banks and shops, and has been wrongly associated with 14 murders across 5 states.

[L]

That's good Maple - I had to do a double take on why your appearance was all in the masculine tone, but now I get it. Good work :D

[roan]

I will get my character sheet together and posted today!

[roan]

Name: Jocelyn Kelstri LaFluer Hawk

Age: Twenty-eight.

Gender: Female.

Occupation: Self-employed Farmer

http://www.celebgossipz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/adriana-lima.jpg


Equipment: Rosary.

Personality: As a child and young adult Jo was known as a saucy but kindhearted woman, full of energy and spunk yet always willing to lend a hand to the needful. After the passing of her husband and the lose of their unborn child the mulatto young woman became withdrawn from social interactions and worked diligently on her small farm. Due to the self inflicted isolation Jocelyn is somewhat withdrawn even appearing shy at times but if given the situation the half-breed woman will strongly voice her opinion.

History: Years before the war Jocelyn’s mother was an African slave in south east Louisiana. Her name was Kelstri of Kenyan descendence and her days were filled with hard labor on a expansive rice plantation, thinking herself a dead woman every hot and humid year that passed. Some nights she thought to lie in the swamps nearby and wait for a scaly alligator to drag her down in the murky brown waters. Or at least let a swarm of mosquitoes sweep her away from the misery she lived with.

Yet on her twenty-fith birthday a French man named Jacque LaFluer bought and took over the plantation after the previous viscous landlord passed. Jacque was a tall blonde-haired man with the bluest eyes Kelstri had ever seen. He had sported a wiry mustache under a slender nose and spoke so charmingly elegant. To some he might of looked shrewd and acted flamboyant but to Kelstri he was the most exotic man she’d ever came into contact with. Over the next two years she had managed to catch the eye of the French man and one night the two meet into her quarters to begin a most scandalous affair.


Over the next four years the star-crossed black slave and white land owner did the best to hide their love for one another. Questions arose when other wealthy plantation wondered why Jacque had yet to marry and produce heirs. It wasn’t long after that Kelstri came to her lover one night with worrisome news; she was with child.

Most men in Jacque situation would have had Kelstri sent far away to give birth before her womb swelled, producing a far fetched story to tell the rest of the curious slaves, then have the child given to another family respectively. This was not the story. Instead the French man sold the plantation and purchased a small house in New Orleans. There the two made a life for their self living simply off the large amount given for the rice plantation.

Their daughter was born early one winter morning, a joyous day for the couple. To everyone else Kelstri was Jacque personal slave caring for his departed sister’s bastard child. But as Jocelyn grew so came to know the truth of her heritage and the story of her parents. She knew to hide this information from everyone but hated the ridicule she received being mixed.

At the age of twenty Jocelyn meet a man twice her age but gave to her something no one else beside her parents did: kindness. Not a month after their meeting they were married and Jocelyn was swept away to the North were she was immediately put to work on a small farm. Living with them was her husband’s deaf mother and simpleton sister. She cared for them and helped her work-oriented husband for years until he was enlisted in to the Union army.

A month later Jo understood she was carrying his child but due to the care she needed to provide for his mother, sister, and the tedious hard work keeping the farm caused her to miscarriage. Not a year before the war were to end did she receive a letter upon horse back that her husband was dead. Her mother-in-law soon died after the heart-breaking news, his mentally challenged sister not having the understanding to comprehend the situation. She was to die a few months later after a stay horse kicked in her the back.


Not wishing to inform her doting parents of her terrible misfortunes she lost contact with them completely. Over the years she only ventured to town to purchase when she could not grow or make herself. All she had were the beast of burden and other animals on the small farm, making herself a hermit in the depression she could not escape.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

As the blazing sun retreated behind the horizon giving Jocelyn relief from the heat she had endured throughout the day a group of men appeared on her land. They informed her she were to cook for them and provide a comfortable nights rest along. When one of the men said, “I want those long legs wrapped around me, first. I bet she tighter then a nun’s cunt.” Jo went completely bezerk. All she remembers after spitting at one of them is kicking, biting, scratching and thrashing until she was knocked unconscious.

[Anne Bonny]

*raises hand*

I... I have a request.

Can we kill the colored font? I'm like never home and when I am reading posts it's almost always on my phone. And the purple and black and etc combined with the tiny screen makes it impossible to read.

:'(

[Septimus]

my post is up. XD

[Anne Bonny]

I posted toooooo!

[roan]

I edited Jodi's appearance. Found a more suitable picture that fit the idea for her in my head. Working on a post now.

[Maple]

Haha Lance, sorry to confuse! I just love being difficult...

This is a busy weekend for me, but hopefully I can get a post up late tonight or tomorrow evening... sorry, I hope I'm not too slow for this RP! :/

Also, I just want to second Anne Bonny about the colored text. I don't know if it's my screen or my eyes but I CANNOT read the purple text without highlighting it, which is kinda annoying...

[Ace of Hearts™]

Too late to join? I had to go places.

[Maple]

Got a post up! Eeeeek, hope it's ok!

[L]

roan - accepted, good bio, I love it :D

Shadow - you're welcome to join - if you're quick we can fit you in with the criminal group, or we can work you in another way (passenger on the train or what-not)

Great stuff so far everyone :D

[roan]

I have about 74% of my intro typed already. Really busy from early this morning and now I must leave to visit some friends. I will finish asap. ^ . ^

[roan]

Posted!!

It didn't come out the way I had wanted but... it is what it is, I guess. ^^

[Crow]

it's still a good post, no worries ^ ^. I finally got my in-character done on my Harvest Moon roleplay (took me long enough)

[TwinDeath]

Can we kill the colored font? I'm like never home and when I am reading posts it's almost always on my phone. And the purple and black and etc combined with the tiny screen makes it impossible to read.


Thirded. Also, it just seems frivolous and unprofessional. Yes, we're here to have fun, but I for one am also here to improve my skills as a writer and a reader both.

[JiveRobyn]

Bad timing is bad. I was just touring the site for another RP to join, and this one looks so very fantastic. Is there still room for another character, or will I have to wait around for a slot to open up later in the plot?

[Maple]

Hey guys, I'm sick right now so my brain's probably a bit muddled, but I'm having trouble figuring out who is where. Is this right?

in the VIP car- Laura, Andrew, Alexander, Connor, Maggie, Travis, Aaron
in the prison car- Fang, Jocelyn
outside the train - Henry, the Hunters, the James gang

[L]

It seems so Maple, though I may be wrong.

Ok, I have a few people wanting to join but the main group might get too big if I let everyone in, but not big enough to warrant a second group. I'd like to get a few more people and have a second group running co-currently with similar goals (ie, the treasure the James Gang were mentioning) - and there's nothing stopping smaller groups breaking off, or groups trading members.

Lemme see if I can get a few more people, otherwise we'll just add the new comers to the main group.

*Edit* So going back, I believe it's ShadowStrike, JiveRobyn and Yoru that are wanting to join. I'll see if I can get 3-4 more. If so I'll do a new group.

[TwinDeath]

Post almost done, just waiting on a PM from Roan.

[Ace of Hearts™]

Would it be too complicated If I'm one of the Hunters?

[Ace of Hearts™]

Name: Jonah Monroe.

Age: 37.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: Hunter, 2nd Command.

Appearance:
http://www.filmjackets.com/FEATURES/IMAGES/Feature_BriscoCountyJr-med.jpg

Equipment: 1860 Henry Repeater.

Personality: Jonah is the brazen 2nd in Command of The Hunters. He, most of the time, looks to be charming and pleasant man, while only some see the angry, ruthless man underneath. But, he doesn't show that publicly, so it's usually the charming and polite man above. Rotten core to the sweet apple. His dark side is breed from confusion, peer pressure, and post-war trauma. He can often be questionably lacking in intelligence. He by no means 'dumb', but he's adopted a 'shoot it n' leave it' attitude, which can block common sense.

History: Jonah was birthed by a lady of leisure and a wealthy banker up in New York City. His upbringing was far above average. He was pampered, educated, and never learned the meaning of hard work. His early years were spent mocking the poor children of the immigrant 'micks' that moved here from Ireland. His teen years were spent semi the same way. He wasted his father's money on rum and women, instead of gloating in front of the kids from the lower class.

But then he decided that banker life was boring, so he packed up most of his money his father gave him, and then some, and moved out east, to play 'cowboy', his father would say. He got on the first train out, and went east. He bought a large house in a small town, and became a heavy gambler. He'd blow 50 dollars a night, on a good night. His playboy lifestyle had almost been his downfall, but then the war came.

He joined up with the Union, feeling more connected to his native New York in the north. He was a assigned the dangerous task of front line infantry. He survived many battles, and had the holes in him to prove it. He was soon a decorated soldier, but not much attention was ever shown on him. He was soon back to his old ways, drinking and flirting with the nurses. Those ways, were now his downfall. He got too drunk and slapped around a nurse and was dishonorably discharged from the army. He wandered back to his old home, finding it ransacked and broken down. He got angry and became a sort of wandering gun, helping out marshals and sheriffs with tasks.

Word came though of his help with the law, and the NDA liked his skills as a soldier in case things went south with certain people. He was recruited into the Hunting party. He quickly, again, became decorated, and was promoted to Henry's second. Due to Henry's...facial situation, Jonah was often the face of the operations, talking to leads, or torturing them, if it didn't work. He now was aboard The Southern Daisy, transporting some prisoners to god know where, hell, maybe. They'd all go to hell, the prisoners, Henry, himself. They all sinned, Jonah just wanted to profit off it.

[L]

I like Shadow, accepted - Welcome to the Hunters. Gimmie till tomorrow (too tired right now) and I'll run through some of the plans with you :D

[Ace of Hearts™]

Let's get to tailin' some no good horse biscuits!

[StormWolf]

hows 'bout gettin' some gorram horses first?

[Shifty]

Posted. Started out okay, but sort of deteriorated near the end.

[L]

Post will be incoming shortly everyone :D

[L]

Post up :D

I'm a bit frizzled at the moment so I hope I didn't make any glaring mistakes - if I did, just let me know and I'll fix it.

I tried to give you all some hooks to follow as well, if you want them :D

[Septimus]

Posted.

Yay horse for Connor. XD

[L]

Just waiting on some more posts - is there anything anyone needs help with?

[TwinDeath]

I'm waiting on Roan currently.

[Anne Bonny]

Sheesh! It's been a while. Sorry for taking so long, everyone, but I have posted!

Who's still in this here thang?

[Higurashi]

Me. You can ride on my horse with Andrew >=3