All in good time. I'm heading to a housewarming tonight, so I won't have time to review them anytime soon anyway.
My ex is gonna be there. *gulp* wish me luck.
Just drink copious amounts of alcohol. You can't regret what you can't remember, whether it's telling them off or having sex with them. But you may wish to ensure nobody has a camera-phone first.
Just drink copious amounts of alcohol. You can't regret what you can't remember, whether it's telling them off or having sex with them. But you may wish to ensure nobody has a camera-phone first.
haha I was gonna make two but I'm tired as heck so
Spoiler: You say it, Ro-Sheen.
Name:Róisín O'Reilly
Alias:"Well fer starters, it's pronounced, Ro-Sheen. The spelling usually confuses the lot of you. Rosie's a lot simpler though, and pretty much the same ting. So I don't mind if you want to use that instead."
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Profession: Operates the Tumbleweed Stage Coach
Appearance:
Spoiler: RO RO RO your Boat, gently down the SHEEN
Rosie's a tall skinny little thing. She stand's at around 5'9'', and you'd swear that if you looked at her from sideways on she'd outright disappear. Don't let her smaller frame fool you though, this one's still a toughie. The girl's (stereotypically) pale, and has a patchwork of freckles just about here there and everywhere. I suppose she's pretty enough, if you've an eye for 'quirky' girls or what have you. Personally, I prefer blondes, but there you go.
Personality: The phrase, "Looks can be deceiving" have never applied so perfectly to a girl, then they have to Róisín O'Reilly. From first glances, people often don't think too much of her. But this one's full of secrets she is. For such a nimble creature, Rosie's surprisingly hardy. In fact she's a rather rough'n'ready character. The girl will rarely ever turn down a drink (unless she's driving of course), has an astounding natural ability to survive and adapt, and still manages to make it to church each and ever Sunday, come rain or shine. And you know what, she's an absolutely lovely lass on top of all that too. She's made many friends within the town, and is more than happy to help out with things when she can.
All in all, a sweet girl you could show to your mother, who at the same time could beat you in a bar brawl.
But don't worry.
She'd buy you a pint afterwards.
Short Bio: As you've might have guessed at this point, Róisín originally comes from the fabled Emerald Isle itself. But more specifically than that, a small village called Kilkenny, placed in the South-East countryside. Rosie's the fourth child in a family of twelve altogether. So she's rather good with crowds for one thing.
She was born into a farming family, so life was somewhat tough from the get-go. The great Famine had hit quite a few years before Rosie's birth, but it's after-effects were still treating the country harshly. Still, you roll with the dice you're given, and the O'Reilly's did just that. Life was in no way easy, but the lot of them kept on going at it. The family didn't see any point in crying and weeping about their situation. Why waste good time being sad about things, when you could get to work at improving the situation instead?
A positive outlook? Definitely.
Naively hopeful? ... Perhaps.
Be it from the pressure of keeping his family fed, or some other un-voiced demons he'd been keeping to himself, Rosie's father turned heavily to the drink and gambling. Through an ever-growing tangle of mounting debts and bills, the family became stuck in a web of poverty. And eventually, the O'Reilly farm had to be sold.
Most of Rosie's siblings took the easiest work they could find, which was often industrial in some format. A depressing dull way of life, something that in no way appealed to our fair Rosie here. For she had been raised on stories of Aislings and Selkies hiding in the mists, fantastical creatures that hid themselves away in the great outdoors. But what's there to do when there's no work to be had in your own country? Why, move to another one of course!
Rosie's a an idealist, a hopeful youth chasing the American dream. And you know what, so far she's not making that much of a bad job of things. She sends what she can to her remaining family in Ireland, and it seems some hope still lingers within her to one day return.
But who knows, she might find something that will convince her to stay for good... or someone...
Weapons: While travelling on the stage, Róisín always makes sure she has a decent rifle with her at all times. Personally, she favours the Sharps model. But honestly, whatever gets the job done will do.
The girl also carries a personal weapon with her at all times, this being a Colt 1851 revolver she brought off a old navy officer a few months back now. She got it for a rather decent price, and it's in good shape too!
Other than that, she keeps a simple tool knife with her. It's rare she'll use it more a means of defence, but these days you never really know I suppose.
Theme Song:
She loves any and all songs from the old country in truth, but this one's her favourite. The songs are what a lot recognise her for honestly. Hear an old Gaelic tune from up over the hill? Then the Tumbleweed stage os on it's way.
The last mosquito that bit me had to check into the Betty Ford clinic
Name: James Louis Quinn
Alias: "Lucky", Daniel St. Clair and "Handsome" Thomas Rhodes.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Profession: Former lawman turned gunslinger.
Appearance: "Lucky" Quinn stands at around 6 feet tall and has a rather lithe, lean build. His hair is of a brown, auburn color and hangs down to his shoulders, and he has stubble upon his tanned face. Most notably though, are his eyes - they possess a dark green color that portrays a wary, weary young man who has seen more than his fair share of trouble.
Personality: From the words of the towns people, the majority of them would warn travellers to the area to steer clear of the young man - with a tongue as sharp as a bowie knife and an aim as true as a sharpshooters, Lucky is someone people mistrust and stay away from. That being said, he tries to stay relatively quiet in the town, not actively looking for trouble with anyone... Sadly, trouble just seems to find him. From those that know him best, Lucky is loyal, confident and rather friendly if you get him to trust you - for those that earn his scorn or ire, he can be one of the meanest sons o' bitches in the entire territory.
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Short Bio: Born in the town of Deadwood, Dakota Territory, James Quinn had always been known as a troublemaker; his parents both died in a caravan attack when he was but a year old and he was taken into the care of the local lawman in the town, William Jacob Miles. By the time the boy was sixteen, James had been arrested for the crimes of; theft, bribery, illegal gambling, cattle rustling and had narrowly avoided being imprisoned for assisting in the beatdown of a local man who had run a foul of the gang of other criminals James had been associating with. Thankfully, the young outlaw's foster father managed to clear him of any wrongdoing, resulting in the rowdy youths nickname of "Lucky" - he never seemed to get in trouble for anything.
By the time Lucky was eighteen, he had mellowed out from his rebellious ways and followed in his dads footsteps, becoming a junior Sherriff in the town, though he still had a formidable reputation as a hot headed young man. In the September of 1888, Quinn and his father had received reports of a group of outlaws holed up in a canyon not to far from Deadwood, resulting in a small posse being formed to arrest them - what happened next, is what led Lucky to Tumbleweed.
They had arrived in the canyon with relative ease, the area quiet and surprisingly empty from any real threats. Only, they weren't alone - they had been encircled from above by the bandits and one by one, the lawmen were massacred, save for Lucky who had managed to wound three of them before escaping through a narrow pass way in the gorge. He rode for nearly four hours straight, hoping to God that he could make it back alive and swear vengeance, arriving back in Deadwood the following morning, grieving and alone.
Over the next few months, Lucky went on a one man mission to find and kill the men who killed his father. Some of the bandits died fighting to the bitter end, defiant to the last moment. Others grovelled and begged for their lives, trying to find a suitable price to spare their life - the answer was always the same, a bullet to the head with the revolver that once belonged to his dad. Now, only one name is left on his list, the man residing in one particular location unknown to him.
The town? Tumbleweed.
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Weapons: Smith and Wesson Model Three revolver and a Winchester repeater.
Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5RAQXg0IdfI
Other: He has a fondness for cheese.
Bumblingbee, nice Irish name. I actually love the name Roisin ;P
It's always fun listening to people try to prounounce them.
Eoin, Aoife, Siobhan, Sinead, Seamus, Maibh, Caoimhe... anyone? Points for you if you get them without googling bahahaha (or if you can tell the gender)
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