The Ashlanders - Chapter 6: The Blind Man's Last Gambit (Closed, Started)

NinjaDeathSlap

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roushutsu said:
I haven't tried RPing on these forums, but this sounds interesting, so I'll give it a shot!

Name: Lady Josephine of Tigereye
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Profession: Noble

Appearance: She has long red hair with light golden highlights, and the style changes often to suit the circumstances and needs of events. Sometimes it will be up in a bun, sometimes it will be pinned and curled, rarely will it ever just hang loose.

She has brown eyes and fair skin, typical of a red-head. Should she spend too much time out in the sun, her skin burns very easily. Because of this, she either stays within the confines of her home or if she's to go outside she keeps herself fully clothed and wears a fancy hat to shade her face.

Because she is a noble, she has a variety of outfits that she is expected to wear. At formal gatherings or when court is being held, she wears an elegant emerald gown with gold trimmings. When pursuing her own personal activities, she dresses down in a more simple white dress with a brown brown vest over it and matching shoes. The one thing she constantly wears regardless of occasion is a golden pin shaped like a Birds-foot trefoil (which looks like this) with a Tiger's Eye jewel in the center. This was a gift from her brother and it is the only thing she has to remember him by.

She carries herself in a professional manner, again as to be expected. She never slouches or even removes her gaze when she speaks with someone.


Personality: Due to her upbringing as a noble woman, she was taught to listen to conversation and exchange banter with fellow ladies, but discussing politics and noble affairs were usually reserved for the men. As such, she is often seen as polite, bright, but reserved. However, due to her role as heir, the needs arises where she must speak, and when she does her demeanor shifts. She becomes stern, eloquent, and confident. She has managed to impress her family and nobles alike with her words.

The only time she loses her composure is when it concerns matters over her elder brother, and usually this is never witnessed by nobles or her family, not even the bandits that she personally hires. She can be sent into fits of rage or sadness. She knows she has an image to uphold as her brother's replacement, and the slightest mistake could easily tarnish her strong reputation that she has spent years building.


Biography: Josephine's life has mostly been privileged as one could get being born into nobility out in the wild space west. She was the second born and first daughter to a family of four: an older brother who was groomed to head the family, and two younger sisters. She had undergone training and education at a young age to be a proper young lady and prospective wife someday. Her brother was well respected and admired for his brilliance, and the family couldn't wait for him to take his place at the head. But secretly, the two of them discussed politics and plans for strengthening the family. He was the face of the family; she was the brains, and she was content with the way things were.

One day her brother's horse went wild when he was riding, and he was thrown off and then trampled on. He died instantly. It was a tragic event, and it was difficult for Josephine to handle, but she had come to accept it in time. She was now expected to take his place as heir to the family. She reluctantly accepted, unsure if she could handle this role alone. It has been fifteen years since the incident.

As she continued her education, she had come across some disturbing information. She learned of a drug that causes erratic behavior in animals, with the symptoms matching that of the horse. It was then that she realized that her brother was assassinated; by whom was the mystery. Since then, she has taken it upon herself to find her brother's killer. She secretly hires bandits to hunt down any information so that he or she may be captured and brought to her alive. She vowed that she would oversee the execution herself.

Notes: She speaks with an old English flair, utilizing Elizabethan vocabulary in conversation. Basically think of how people at Renaissance fairs talk. Should lead to some fun dialogues!

I hope this works for you.

Captcha: Laugh at me. Well, you heard the box!
Was there, by any chance, a bunch of flowers sent anonymously at her brother's funeral? ;)
 

roushutsu

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roushutsu said:
I haven't tried RPing on these forums, but this sounds interesting, so I'll give it a shot!

Name: Lady Josephine of Tigereye
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Profession: Noble

Appearance: She has long red hair with light golden highlights, and the style changes often to suit the circumstances and needs of events. Sometimes it will be up in a bun, sometimes it will be pinned and curled, rarely will it ever just hang loose.

She has brown eyes and fair skin, typical of a red-head. Should she spend too much time out in the sun, her skin burns very easily. Because of this, she either stays within the confines of her home or if she's to go outside she keeps herself fully clothed and wears a fancy hat to shade her face.

Because she is a noble, she has a variety of outfits that she is expected to wear. At formal gatherings or when court is being held, she wears an elegant emerald gown with gold trimmings. When pursuing her own personal activities, she dresses down in a more simple white dress with a brown brown vest over it and matching shoes. The one thing she constantly wears regardless of occasion is a golden pin shaped like a Birds-foot trefoil (which looks like this) with a Tiger's Eye jewel in the center. This was a gift from her brother and it is the only thing she has to remember him by.

She carries herself in a professional manner, again as to be expected. She never slouches or even removes her gaze when she speaks with someone.


Personality: Due to her upbringing as a noble woman, she was taught to listen to conversation and exchange banter with fellow ladies, but discussing politics and noble affairs were usually reserved for the men. As such, she is often seen as polite, bright, but reserved. However, due to her role as heir, the needs arises where she must speak, and when she does her demeanor shifts. She becomes stern, eloquent, and confident. She has managed to impress her family and nobles alike with her words.

The only time she loses her composure is when it concerns matters over her elder brother, and usually this is never witnessed by nobles or her family, not even the bandits that she personally hires. She can be sent into fits of rage or sadness. She knows she has an image to uphold as her brother's replacement, and the slightest mistake could easily tarnish her strong reputation that she has spent years building.


Biography: Josephine's life has mostly been privileged as one could get being born into nobility out in the wild space west. She was the second born and first daughter to a family of four: an older brother who was groomed to head the family, and two younger sisters. She had undergone training and education at a young age to be a proper young lady and prospective wife someday. Her brother was well respected and admired for his brilliance, and the family couldn't wait for him to take his place at the head. But secretly, the two of them discussed politics and plans for strengthening the family. He was the face of the family; she was the brains, and she was content with the way things were.

One day her brother's horse went wild when he was riding, and he was thrown off and then trampled on. He died instantly. It was a tragic event, and it was difficult for Josephine to handle, but she had come to accept it in time. She was now expected to take his place as heir to the family. She reluctantly accepted, unsure if she could handle this role alone. It has been fifteen years since the incident.

As she continued her education, she had come across some disturbing information. She learned of a drug that causes erratic behavior in animals, with the symptoms matching that of the horse. It was then that she realized that her brother was assassinated; by whom was the mystery. Since then, she has taken it upon herself to find her brother's killer. She secretly hires bandits to hunt down any information so that he or she may be captured and brought to her alive. She vowed that she would oversee the execution herself.

Notes: She speaks with an old English flair, utilizing Elizabethan vocabulary in conversation. Basically think of how people at Renaissance fairs talk. Should lead to some fun dialogues!

I hope this works for you.

Captcha: Laugh at me. Well, you heard the box!
Was there, by any chance, a bunch of flowers sent anonymously at her brother's funeral? ;)
Heheh, I don't see why not. :p I can add that little tid bit in if you'd like.
 

NinjaDeathSlap

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roushutsu said:
NinjaDeathSlap said:
roushutsu said:
I haven't tried RPing on these forums, but this sounds interesting, so I'll give it a shot!

Name: Lady Josephine of Tigereye
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Profession: Noble

Appearance: She has long red hair with light golden highlights, and the style changes often to suit the circumstances and needs of events. Sometimes it will be up in a bun, sometimes it will be pinned and curled, rarely will it ever just hang loose.

She has brown eyes and fair skin, typical of a red-head. Should she spend too much time out in the sun, her skin burns very easily. Because of this, she either stays within the confines of her home or if she's to go outside she keeps herself fully clothed and wears a fancy hat to shade her face.

Because she is a noble, she has a variety of outfits that she is expected to wear. At formal gatherings or when court is being held, she wears an elegant emerald gown with gold trimmings. When pursuing her own personal activities, she dresses down in a more simple white dress with a brown brown vest over it and matching shoes. The one thing she constantly wears regardless of occasion is a golden pin shaped like a Birds-foot trefoil (which looks like this) with a Tiger's Eye jewel in the center. This was a gift from her brother and it is the only thing she has to remember him by.

She carries herself in a professional manner, again as to be expected. She never slouches or even removes her gaze when she speaks with someone.


Personality: Due to her upbringing as a noble woman, she was taught to listen to conversation and exchange banter with fellow ladies, but discussing politics and noble affairs were usually reserved for the men. As such, she is often seen as polite, bright, but reserved. However, due to her role as heir, the needs arises where she must speak, and when she does her demeanor shifts. She becomes stern, eloquent, and confident. She has managed to impress her family and nobles alike with her words.

The only time she loses her composure is when it concerns matters over her elder brother, and usually this is never witnessed by nobles or her family, not even the bandits that she personally hires. She can be sent into fits of rage or sadness. She knows she has an image to uphold as her brother's replacement, and the slightest mistake could easily tarnish her strong reputation that she has spent years building.


Biography: Josephine's life has mostly been privileged as one could get being born into nobility out in the wild space west. She was the second born and first daughter to a family of four: an older brother who was groomed to head the family, and two younger sisters. She had undergone training and education at a young age to be a proper young lady and prospective wife someday. Her brother was well respected and admired for his brilliance, and the family couldn't wait for him to take his place at the head. But secretly, the two of them discussed politics and plans for strengthening the family. He was the face of the family; she was the brains, and she was content with the way things were.

One day her brother's horse went wild when he was riding, and he was thrown off and then trampled on. He died instantly. It was a tragic event, and it was difficult for Josephine to handle, but she had come to accept it in time. She was now expected to take his place as heir to the family. She reluctantly accepted, unsure if she could handle this role alone. It has been fifteen years since the incident.

As she continued her education, she had come across some disturbing information. She learned of a drug that causes erratic behavior in animals, with the symptoms matching that of the horse. It was then that she realized that her brother was assassinated; by whom was the mystery. Since then, she has taken it upon herself to find her brother's killer. She secretly hires bandits to hunt down any information so that he or she may be captured and brought to her alive. She vowed that she would oversee the execution herself.

Notes: She speaks with an old English flair, utilizing Elizabethan vocabulary in conversation. Basically think of how people at Renaissance fairs talk. Should lead to some fun dialogues!

I hope this works for you.

Captcha: Laugh at me. Well, you heard the box!
Was there, by any chance, a bunch of flowers sent anonymously at her brother's funeral? ;)
Heheh, I don't see why not. :p I can add that little tid bit in if you'd like.
It's your sheet. You can write whatever you like. :) Although, we don't know if both, or either of us will end up being accepted yet.
 

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Name:"Ricky-Ticky", Ricky being his given name, Ticky just being because of the constant ticking most people hear around him because of either the twist of a wrench, his watch, or because he's working on a bomb.
Age:25(maybe?)
Sex:Male
Profession:As he would describe it, his profession is "The Boom Man"

Appearance: There's the stereotypical mad scientist look, and then there's Ricky. What hair that is left almost always seems to have the appearance that he's recently had a few thousand volts course through him, and the fact that most times the whites of his eyes are clearly visible and his boundless energy certainly does nothing to dissuade that opinion of most people. His clothing appears to be haphazard as well, the buttons only sometimes actually matching up, shoes rarely matching if he even wears them anyways, and a fondness of sitting positions most would call uncomfortable at the least.

As a man of possible Asian/Latin descent, it's difficult to understand where his bright blonde hair originates from, but that's not really important in the grand scheme of things, most individuals instead look to the many burn scars on his body, the cuts,scrapes, and scars on his hands, and the fact that one of his eyes is a dark brown, and the other a vibrant green. He's of a sinewy build, as very little fat exists on this body of his, no matter the amount of food he has been known to ingest from time to time.

One more thing that is extremely obvious to most people, so long as they aren't blind,deaf,dumb,stupid, and a complete waste of potential sentience, is his boundless energy, constant motion always originating from him if no one else. Oh, and around his wrist is a long chain of leather and steel, at the end of which is a tarnished silver pocket watch. Not that he really has any concept of time except a countdown, but he likes it, it reminds him of...something he really has no idea what, just that it was shiny in the junkyard and he liked how it sparkled.

Personality: As a lover of clocks and pretty much anything that can be dismantled or ticks, Ricky likes things to be simple and direct, having very little concept of subtlety, tact, or even hidden meanings.

He has no loyalties to really anything or anybody, unless they allow him to construct and detonate his little creations, which are where his real joy lies, he couldn't care less about the affairs of the world.

Although he doesn't have patience for much, there's about a thousand things running around in his head at any point in time, and sometimes they even make sense to the people around him, making him capable of rambling on about one subject, only to jump into another without the slightest change in pace, and making sudden revelations clear to whoever is still listening at that point. By no stretch of the word is he simple-minded, but his outward projection can easily trip up people into thinking he is indeed a savant and one-trick pony. In reality, he's a mad genius, knowing the ins-and-outs of most machines he comes across through simple observation and a few pokes around the outside of it. However, just because he knows how it works rarely means he knows what it does or the purpose of its creation.

Biography: In everyone's life, someone has at least said nearby "were you dropped on your head as an infant", and in Ricky's case, that is actual truth. If by dropped you mean thrown, kicked, slammed, punched, and in general beat about the head area. Growing up in a commoner's household was far from pleasant, but it had its advantages, especially since his "family" lived and worked a pile of junk nobles and commoners alike threw things into when they stopped working or had no room for the objects in question.

So, as you might expect, to make a living and eat, they took that junk and turned it into serviceable machinery again, selling their stuff to the nobles, or trading it for week's worth of food or supplies to the commoners around the area. Then people started coming to them for orders of specific goods, and that was where he learned the awesome power of a bomb. Hooking up a busted clock to a few batteries with an igniter or three suspended, he made his first boom, leveling half of the town he lived in and immediately ran off with the Bandit Family that contracted the job in the first place, ie kidnapped is one of the words people associate with what they did, and Ricky went to work with them. Building their little bombs and repairing their equipment, he, as you would again expect, learned more about machines, how to fix them, and what made them "tick".

His first encounter with the crew of the Iron Maiden was, one would say, very hands-off. He simply built a bomb the Bandit Family he was working with used against them in an attempt to take them out, but, as you can guess, it kinda failed, and the plan backfired in most senses of the word. The bomb went off, sure, and killed a fair portion of Iron Maiden crew, but killed alot more Bandits and wrecked one of their ships, which led them back to the base, where Ricky and handful of others were left alive, mostly because he kept working when they broke down the door to his "lab", not really caring if they were there or not, he just kept working on what turned out to be an engine of some sort, not that he really cared, he just felt like dismantling it and putting it back together the right way. After a "demonstration" of his abilities, the crew kinda let him work on a damaged door in the ship, and he fixed it, and he's just been a bit of a fixture of the ship since. So long as they let him keep making his bombs and fixing things, he couldn't care less.

Notes: I'll probably find something to fill this with later.
 

Fappy

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SteakHeart said:
Is it too late for a sheet? I have spare time and a thirst for roleplay.
Go right ahead. I likely won't be closing submissions for at least another week. I am super busy next week so I won't have time to start the RP until the first week of July anyway.
 

The Funslinger

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Co-GM checking in :D

Name: Eddie Canton (AKA: Metal)

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Profession: Bounty Hunter (former "general" (one of three under the leader) in the Wilkes-Vines bandit family)

Appearance: (Caucasian) Tall and broad, clocking in around 6'4", Eddie presents an intimidating visage. His two most prominent clothing choices are a knee length brown coat, and a scarred leather packer hat, the band of which is ringed with the old coins that predated carbon stones' implementation as currency. His hair is black and shaggy, just brushing his shoulders, swept back under his hat. He still wears his Wilkes-Vines scarf, though its Komodo Dragon emblem is completely hidden as the scarf has been made red. Underneath is his compact filter apparatus.

His nickname, "Metal", comes from the bones of his left hand. During an early skirmish as he was rising through the ranks, the bones in the back Eddie's hand were crushed. Due to the valor of his service, the general he served under (whom he would go on to replace) paid the means for Eddie's have to be surgically repaired, using crude but effective means. The bones in the back, as well as his knuckles have been replaced or plated with metal, visible to the human eye. The steel knuckles each have a brutal stud on them. Combined with his admirable strength, the metal fist is also dangerous in a fight. However, he usually wears supple brown leather gloves.

Personality: Eddie is gruff and sarcastic. He prides himself on the effectiveness of his work, but when not on a job enjoys what little relaxation can be found in the Ashlands. His humor is sometimes crude, and often has a somewhat dark edge to it, but despite his roughness, he is very intelligent, with a mind for strategy. He ingratiates well with people, though children have been known to stumble him, and he abjectly refuses to kill them. As a bounty hunter, his skills go to the highest bidder, but once hired, no amount of money will convince him to switch sides, as he is a great believer in quality assurance.

Biography: Eddie came to the attention of the Wilkes-Vines family when one of their members was terrorizing locals on something of a power trip. When the man tried to take food from some nearby children, a teenage Eddie leaped into the fray, resulting in him biting into the man's jugular vein, killing him. Although the man had acted without the authority of the family, eventually their men did bring Eddie in and he was savagely beaten, before being put to work on the protection circuit, defending local businesses that paid protection money to the family. In his early twenties, he acquired a position of some relative authority, somewhat like a Sergeant or Captain, and was a key player in the family's movement to gain control of water sources in the Eastern domes, gaining him praise from the Wilkes-Vines' themselves. He attained his role as a general after finding out his mentor, General Carlos Mendez, who had given Eddie his metal fist, was plotting a coup against the family to seize full control. After a very conflicted period, he uncovered the plot to the family, and carried out orders to kill Carlos personally. He served as a general for six years, before leaving the family for unknown reasons, an act that was more or less unprecedented. After this, he made a name for himself as the bounty hunter "Metal". Only a small minority of people know the link between Metal, and the former General Canton of the Wilkes-Vines family.

Notes:
as well as a large sheath knife. He keeps a small home inconspicuously in one of the Domes, containing a trap door to a hidden basement, containing numerous tools of his trade.

Name: Jake "Ruffles" Miller

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Profession: Mechanic/general tech-junkie for the Iron maiden.

Appearance: 5'9, but stocky from carrying around heavy mechanical parts. Jake is black, with his close cropped, curly hair shaved into ridges, hence his nickname. He wears a grey mechanic's jumpsuit that he has customized with pouches and pockets. Underneath, he wears T-shirts that become visible when he unzips the top and ties the sleeves around his waist like a sweater. He is also frequently seen with his mechanic's goggles pushed up on his forehead. He's frequently stained with motor oil, and lubricants.

Personality: Ruffles is constantly giddy, with the exception of when he is absorbed in his work, in which case he is as still as a rock. When he is not maintaining various parts of the airship, he is working on odds, ends and gadgets for the crew. As such, a small walk in area near the ship's engine has become his little workshop, which the others know not to intrude in. Aside from his tinkering, his other hobby is games. Chess, cards, stones. He plays them all.

An aspect of Ruffles' personality that clashes with his bouncy nature is that he enjoys peace and quiet (excepting the hum of a good engine). However, as by far the most experienced and gifted engineer on the ship, it's up to him to keep charge of the handful of what he refers to as his 'mech minions', other mechanically knowledgeable crew members of the ship.

Biography: From a family of eight, Ruffles worked his magic from the age of eleven, doing his end to support the clan by repairing people's filters for a fee. After a few years, he met an airship mechanic for nobles, and repeatedly walked into the man's workshop. Despite being repeatedly chased away, he continued to walk in and help until the exasperated mechanic finally broke and honored the unspoken agreement that Ruffles was now his apprentice.

Eventually, he left his master, signing on with the Iron Maiden, because although tending ships was his dream job, he was tired of doing it for snooty Nobles who cared only for the status symbol and luxury, as opposed to the crafts themselves. Seeing that his Captain loves her ship, he feels more at home working on the Maiden than he has anywhere else.

Notes: While not one of the team's main fighters, if required, he keeps a pump action shotgun, as well as the gadgets he builds.
 

Evrant-Knight

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Name : Viola "Gunslinger" Greaves

Age : 30

Gender : Female

Profession : Bounty Hunter

Appearance :

When Viola was younger, her skin was quite pale, almost ghostly when examined under the right conditions, but now over the course of twenty years travelling the wasteland, it has become rather tanned, and as a side effect of the travelling, she has become more muscular whilst still maintaining a sort of slim lady like physique. Her ash white is considered by many to be her defining feature, with it being worn in a long braided single ponytail that extends to a couple of inches past her shoulder blades, whilst the rest of her hair is roughly shoulder length. Her eyes are dark blue in colour.

Most people would often describe her appearance as either a gunslinger or some sort of outlaw from the times of the Old West back on Earth. A faded orange-red woolen poncho is worn on top of a light tan coloured canvas duster, and underneath that is a combat vest that helps to protect her from bullets, and a white long sleeved shirt. As for the lower body, Viola wears a pair of dark grey trousers which help hold the holsters of two revolvers that used to belong to her father, in addition to a couple of ammo belts for them.

Across her back is a modified replica of a Winchester lever action rifle, but more on the weapons later. For head-wear, aside from the breathing mask, she has a crimson red scarf, and a black flat brimmed Stetson with a feather sticking out of it. And finally for footwear, Viola wears a pair of brown leather boots which have a slight heel and triangular shaped pieces of metal across the front for additional protection.

Viola's posture is often calm and professional looking, often showing the immense concentration she puts in to every shot she takes; but can be seen to be rather relaxed and laid back after completing a successful bounty contract. This could be seen as reflecting her personality.

Going back to her weapons, the revolvers that used to belong to her father have an extended barrel, and ebony coloured grips with a white rose engraved onto them. Her rifle as we mentioned is a modified replica of a Winchester lever action rifle, with the main modification being a scope that has been attached to the top of the gun, whilst the wooden parts of the body have been turned darker thanks to a coat of paint.

Personality :

Viola is often described as being cool, calm, and collected when planning out a strategy for a bounty contract; giving off a degree of diligence and dedication that you don't often find in many bounty hunters, to put it simply, Viola wants to make sure that the job is done thoroughly. This is a somewhat stark contrast to her younger days, when she was a bit more brash and headstrong. When basking in the glow of a successful job, Viola is more laid-back and friendly, feeling good in the knowledge that she has helped make The Rock a little safer for its residents.

Whilst Viola isn't known to be angry, she will raise her voice or stand up against those who insult her; but will always try to remain mature, thinking that behaving brashly is exactly what the offender wants.

Biography :

Viola was born in the frontier town of Wolf Creek, her father was the town's Sheriff, whilst her mother ran the Gunsmiths; so as you can imagine, from an earlier age she grew up around firearms, and was learning how to operate them as well, starting out small with pistols. By the age of seven she was already becoming a pretty decent shot, though the time it took for her to draw the gun out of the holster was a little sloppy. Over the next two years, Viola started to use revolvers and even short range rifles.

However, things changed when she was around ten years old. You see, around the time that Viola was ten, the town of Wolf Creek had been under attack by a group of bandit for the last couple of months; though it appeared they weren't going in for a direct assault, more of a series of hit and run skirmishes to scope the place out.

Eventually though, the bandits, lead by a known outlaw named Diego Macaulay, attacked the town with gang that was almost twice the size of what the town had been seeing over the last two months. Everyone, including little Viola had been called up to defend the town; she was stationed at the Gunsmiths with her mother and a couple of other townsfolk, whilst her father was at the Sheriff's Office, with his Deputies stationed at key points throughout the town.

Suffice to say, whilst the defense of Wolf Creek was mostly successful, there had been some losses; one of them being Viola's father, he was shot by Macaulay just as the bandits were being routed. Right at that moment, Viola wanted to go out and hunt Macaulay down for what he did, but her mother argued that she would most likely be killed, as the bandits were far more trained than she was. Her mother suggested that Viola put aside her anger for now, and focus on honoring her father.

Whilst Viola agreed to not pursue Macaulay right away, she swore vengeance that one day she would kill him in retribution. So for the next five years, Viola practiced day and night to sharpen her skills whilst helping out her mother at the Gunsmiths; it was during this period that she constructed the rifle that she would carry for the rest of her life, and was becoming a skilled sharpshooter. It was also during this time she grew out of her headstrong and cocksure phase, and became more mature.

By the age of 16, she was sworn in as a deputy for the town, thanks to the Sheriff who was a good friend of her father. When on duty, she would be stationed at a converted water tower that served as a lookout post, as it provided her with a high vantage point for her rifle. At the age of 18 though, Viola decided she was ready to seek out vengeance on Macaulay. Gathering her things, including her father's treasured revolvers and the Sheriff's badge, she set out on her journey. Deciding that she would need some method of covering travelling costs, she sold her services as a Bounty Hunter.

Over the next ten years, she traversed the wastelands, going from town to town, accepting contracts to hunt down and bring outlaws to justice, all the while looking for clues on the whereabouts of Macaulay. It was during this period that she developed a sort of reputation as a Bounty Hunter, and would even hear somewhat exaggerated tales of her exploits on occasion when passing through certain towns.

Finally though, after ten long years of blood sweat and tears, she had finally tracked down the man who put her on the path she had walked. Viola had discovered that Diego and what remained of his gang was hiding out in the town of Blackwater, on the run from the authorities after a botched train robbery.

A part of her wanted to gun down Diego right then and there, but over the years she had developed a sense of honor and fair play, so she challenged Diego to a one on one showdown at high noon the following day, as it was evening when she arrived in Blackwater. At first Diego was surprised to see that anyone would have been searching for him for so long, but agreed to the terms of the duel.

So, the following day at the appointed time, both stood at opposite ends of the street that ran past the tavern. At the sound of high noon, two shots were fired, but only one made their mark. Diego lay spread eagle in the center of the street, blood pouring from a fresh wound in his heart.

Viola breathed a sigh of relief, as ten years of vengeance came to a sudden end. At that moment, she contemplated on whether or not she wanted to continue being a Bounty Hunter, now that her sole reason for taking up this profession lay dying in the middle of the road. After some thinking, Viola decided that she would carry on, not to satisfy her need to bring justice, but to make sure stories like her don't happen to any other little girls.

Notes :

Viola keeps the sheriff's badge that once belonged to her father in a pocket on her duster, as it reminds Viola that her father is with her in spirit.
 

ProtoChimp

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Name: Alexandria North
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Profession: Sheriff

Appearance: She holds herself up with a perfectly straight spine, always standing confident and in control of the situation, and if she isn't you can tell just from the look of her she soon will be. Caucasian but extremely tanned, she wears a brown sheriff uniform with a gold rusty lone star badge with her name and title on it, along with a matching cowboy hat. She keeps her hair in a short ponytail, blonde and black. She is always extremely serious and barely ever shown to smile, other than when she is with her son Austin. Totally absorbed in her work most people only know two sides of Alex, the mother and the sheriff.

Personality: Alexandria knows what it is like to be abandoned and betrayed and through her experiences in life has become very talented in spotting people's flaws and signs of lying. She is extremely protective of her child Austin and finds it hard to trust people. That said she is dedicated to her duty and will protect anyone under her jurisdiction. She can be kind of a ***** sometimes and she knows it. She tries not to be to people she knows are good people but its not her top priority. Her top priority will be either keeping you safe or keeping others safe from you. The only person who truly, truly knows her is her child Austin and the bastard father of her child. She used to believe that people could depend on each other, now she knows she only has herself and is the only one who can teach little Austin what she learned the hard way.

Biography: Alex was born the daughter of the sheriff of Yudeni. Her father was the sheriff and her mother a police officer. Her father died when his breathing mask was shot by bandits and he suffocated, leaving her mother to become sheriff. Alex followed in her parents footsteps and became a police officer where she met her first boyfriend Peter Wayworth. She stayed with him and almost married him when they discovered she was bearing his child. Then out of nowhere he up and swapped sides, going from law enforcer to bandit, abandoning her and their unborn child. If that wasn't bad enough he then gave information to his new bandit friends about every officer that he knew-when they would have their guards down or be at their weakest. Suddenly the police force had its numbers slaughtered in a matter of weeks, including Alex's mother. With no sheriff, Alex was left to rally the remaining police officers and commoners to protect their homes and lead a charge against her ex's cruel gang. Through hard work and toil Alex managed to build up enough strength to drive them away from Yudeni and haven't been back since. Alex has had her baby now and named him Austin North. He's 8 now and in her own opinion she is doing a damn fine job of raising him.


Name: Sheri Beaulieu
Age: 40
Sex: Female
Profession: Noble

Appearance:
Sheri holds herself in a way that will make you despise her the second you see her. Not out of her smugness, but how she thinly attempts to hide her smugness. Speaking in a low feint voice its almost a whisper and she walks with a slight spring in her step and when she isn't trying to trick you with her fake empathetic pout she has a mischievous smile. She holds herself upright in a very posh manner. Her voice sounds like she is putting on a terribly fake French accent.

Personality: Sheri is an extremely smug and self entitled noble. She often pretends she doesn't have much and has incredible greed, always wanting more and convinced she is living in poverty. Completely delusional and can never be pleased. She is also very very lazy and never wants to handle the business end of things, although she is forced to in order to maintain her power. Though she may be lazy, she can have a vicious temper.

Biography: Born with a platinum spoon in her mouth Sheri was raised to believe that the world belongs to her and that if someone wasn't trying to serve her then they were insulting her. As such she is responsible for many people going missing or turning up dead for simply not wanting to be her slave. Though every noble knows that every other noble is out for their blood they at least hold up the façade and try to remain civil in public. Sheri is not good at this and has never been good at this. She also refuses to change her behaviour and has thus gained many many enemies. Many people hold vendetta's against her for killing their loved ones and she has been known to have an utter ruthless streak.


Name: Aesop
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Profession: (Iron Maiden) Bandit

Appearance: Dark skin of Pakistani and Spanish descent, a totally unkempt beard reaching down further and further to his chest but oddly enough an immaculately kept ponytail. Aesop often holds his shoulders back and chest forward while leaning back slightly, he also runs with his head leading his body and almost crouching. He has very stiff body movements when he is serious and knows something needs to be done but often has a more laidback deameaner with fluid and soft movements. He wears a brown vest with various straps across it that serve no purpose other than the fact he thinks they make him look cool; along with a cloth sash and rope he uses as a makeshift belt, black leather pants, knee pads, elbow pads and workmen boots. He possess a grin he himself (possibly only himself) considers utterly charming and doesn't ever plan on changing it.

Personality: Eccentric and with a taste for the theatrical, Aesop is a proud member of the Iron Maidens. He does think of himself as a sort of Robin Hood despite thinking he isn't a hero. He gains a large amount of satisfaction stealing from nobles and thinks the Maidens are much more noble than the nobility will ever be. He carries a shame that he only ever felt comfortable telling the Iron Maidens and feels the need to make up for it wherever he goes and doesn't anyone to do the same as him

Biography: A former police officer from the city of Yudeni, Aesop abandoned his old name and his old life when all of his friends were massacred by bandits after one of their own betrayed them to the outlaws. After that he abandoned his comrades, and his city, hitching the next train out of Yudeni and going to wherever he could drink the most and hurt any outlaw scumbags he could. He spent two years plagued with alcoholism and getting his knuckles and nose broken.

One day at a local watering hole there was a tussle over who should get the last drops of water. The place was full of selfish greedy bastards and Aesop had to choose whether to feed himself or feed a young disabled boy. Aesop chose himself, and fought with many men just for the last drops to keep him alive. Then he felt a metal baseball bat slam into his coccyx. As he fell to his knees he saw a woman beating the ever living shit out of a dozen men with a baseball bat, only to collect the water in a bottle and hand it to the young disabled boy. With shame washing over his body Aesop begged her for forgiveness and to teach him how to be selfless again. He didn't why, but she picked him up, dusted him off and recruited him onto her crew of bandits and theives with hearts of gold. He doesn't know whether it was out of pity or whether she saw something inside of him, but nonetheless he is utterly grateful for a second chance to change his ways.


Name: Father Austin
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Profession: (Family) Bandit

Appearance: Father Austin likes to wear a long robes like a monk or a king. He walks very mellow and speaks in a manner such that you would think he is a teacher, where if anything he would be closer to a cult leader. He walks very slow and carries around an old acoustic guitar that has seen its fair share of abuse. He likes to walk around calmly and play his guitar while his men kill all those around him. If you can see him playing his guitar-run. If he is holding it by his side keep your guard up because the second he plucks a chord his men will terminate you. He is Caucasian and bald and his family insignia is that of an axe sticking out of a rock.

Personality: Father Austin always had an air of confidence to him. From when he was a young boy playing pranks on other children, to a bully of a teenager, to a police officer trying to gain a sense of responsibility and purpose, to a bandit leader with the goal of teaching the world and becoming a father to all; and those who don't to be taught or are disobedient children are sorely punished for their disobedience. He will speak to you softly but with a stern presence. He will talk down to you like a child but try his best to make you feel loved. He considers himself the smartest man on the planet and a pacifist, as its his children that do all the killing.

Biography: The Father was always very troubled. A mischievous child and a vicious bully he thought he had found his calling as a police officer in Yudeni. He felt a sense of pride protecting people and keeping them safe from danger. He thought he had his life made. He had even found a love in a fellow police officer and got her pregnant with his child. He had it good... but something was missing. He didn't know what it was. He was glad to be a father but he wanted more than that. More children. More to protect. More, he needed more. It was when he was on a night patrol where he found family bandits who had such an amazing sense of loyalty and love for each other, a love never shared by his comrades. He had become speaking with them and looking the other way when they committed their crimes. He was slowly becoming one of them, finally gaining a sense of brotherhood and family. It was there he realised that the whole world needs this sense of family and one father to unite them all. He gained a new family and needed to release himself from his old one. Thus he gathered information of when his fellow police officers where at their weakest and told his new family and joined them in tearing the police force apart. With so many dead officers he could surely climb the ivory towers and topple those who called themselves noble. Unfortunately for him his former love had ruined his plans, gathering her own family and unintentionally protecting the nobles of Yudeni. They were driven away from Yudeni and have since been wandering, becoming just like every other bandit clan. But Austin wanted a new title, so he called himself father and took his son's name Austin.


Name: Hannibal
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Profession: Commoner

Appearance: An extremely skinny young boy and incredibly gifted at free running. He doesn't look strong and thus is constantly being intimidated by gangs, bandits and bullies. He knows not why considering his young age but his hair is completely grey, including the small beard he has going on. He walks very shyly and is constantly looking over his shoulder. Hannibal is hispanic and his skin is more accustomed to the harsh wastes of the world, if only that he isn't as wrinkly as most people he comes across. He dresses himself in any rags that he can.

Personality: Hannibal is a rather chaotic man. He doesn't put his put his own safety first-ever-and is more than willing to risk his life for something that isn't really worth it. While a survivor he is much more comfortable travelling the wastes than keeping confined to a city and sometimes just camps outside of a city. Despite being in a line of work that demands sociability he is not very comfortable being around people. An unpleasant childhood and a bone chilling experience in which he was nearly killed at 11 years old makes him terrified of combat or any violence towards him. Whenever threatened he usually tries to escape than retaliate. He came up with his name on his own as it had been carved into the headboard of his bed. No one ever bothered to give him a name.

Biography: Hannibal was an orphan raised in in an abusive orphanage in the broken city of Hellkata. Hannibal, just like many other children, was beaten constantly by the malicious caretakers. Then one day the orphans were pushed too far as a caretaker tried to Kill a young Hannibal. The elder of the orphans knew what needed to be done, and stealing some breathing masks they forced the sick legal guardian outside to suffocate in the Ashen waste. The orphans each took everything in the orphanage as they could, sharing it amongst each other in order to buy their way onto a train and escape the city. Luckily Hannibal was on one of the last few trains a mere month before some anarchists got a little too excited, more on that in a moment.

Since then Hannibal has made his life as a smuggler and odd job dealer of sorts, finding goods for people wherever he can and trying to build up a fortune.

Notes: Hellkata, known as the broken city due to all transport lines in and out of the city being destroyed by bandits, thus leaving the city cut off from only those determined to enter the city. As such few goods are imported and exported out of the city, no one cares about it and has become abandoned by the nobility. The ivory towers run by commoners. The nobility took all high tech goods with them upon leaving. They are presumed dead somewhere out in the wastes, but who knows.
I realise 3 of my characters are linked but that can be easily changed, I am open to editing these. And sorry for 5 characters, I don't know what the fuck came over me. Also I don't know if a bar would make sense in this world but I just need to get these down otherwise I will spend all day on them.
 

The Funslinger

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Name : Viola "Gunslinger" Greaves

Age : 30

Gender : Female

Profession : Bounty Hunter

Appearance :

When Viola was younger, her skin was quite pale, almost ghostly when examined under the right conditions, but now over the course of twenty years travelling the wasteland, it has become rather tanned, and as a side effect of the travelling, she has become more muscular whilst still maintaining a sort of slim lady like physique. Her ash white is considered by many to be her defining feature, with it being worn in a long braided single ponytail that extends to a couple of inches past her shoulder blades, whilst the rest of her hair is roughly shoulder length. Her eyes are dark blue in colour.

Most people would often describe her appearance as either a gunslinger or some sort of outlaw from the times of the Old West back on Earth. A faded orange-red woolen poncho is worn on top of a light tan coloured canvas duster, and underneath that is a combat vest that helps to protect her from bullets, and a white long sleeved shirt. As for the lower body, Viola wears a pair of dark grey trousers which help hold the holsters of two revolvers that used to belong to her father, in addition to a couple of ammo belts for them.

Across her back is a modified replica of a Winchester lever action rifle, but more on the weapons later. For head-wear, aside from the breathing mask, she has a crimson red scarf, and a black flat brimmed Stetson with a feather sticking out of it. And finally for footwear, Viola wears a pair of brown leather boots which have a slight heel and triangular shaped pieces of metal across the front for additional protection.

Viola's posture is often calm and professional looking, often showing the immense concentration she puts in to every shot she takes; but can be seen to be rather relaxed and laid back after completing a successful bounty contract. This could be seen as reflecting her personality.

Going back to her weapons, the revolvers that used to belong to her father have an extended barrel, and ebony coloured grips with a white rose engraved onto them. Her rifle as we mentioned is a modified replica of a Winchester lever action rifle, with the main modification being a scope that has been attached to the top of the gun, whilst the wooden parts of the body have been turned darker thanks to a coat of paint.

Personality : ...

Biography : ...

Notes : ...
Definitely interesting. Have you read Dark Tower, by any chance? :D
 

Evrant-Knight

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Binnsyboy said:
Definitely interesting. Have you read Dark Tower, by any chance? :D
Nope, I have heard of it whilst looking for inspiration pictures on DeviantArt.

To be honest, I've had this character concept in the works for a while, it's just my recent playing of Call of Juarez: Gunslinger inspired me to bring it out and flesh out the details.
 

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Name:David Jones
Sex:Male
Age:30
Profession:Bounty Hunter.

Personality:a hard and scary man but he can at times be emotional even depressed and turns to drink his sorrows away usually with some old friends in a bar, he personally likes using 2 revolvers for close combat, a repeater for long range and is capable of handling himself in a fight hand to hand wise.

Appearance:David has short black hair, blue eyes and tanned skin, he has a well build body with many scars covering them, stands at 6 feet 9 and weights 267 pounds, his coat is black as well as his hat with a few bullet holes and his other clothing is old and worn-out looking.



Bio:David was born in a little town called Refuge sadly when David was 18 a bandit gang raided and burned it to the ground, the gang then kidnapped the only survivor David and forced him fight in arena hellhole called Blood Bath there David fought and fought until the bandits thought they had broken him but that night after the bandits had been drinking too much he sneaked out of his cell and slits everyone's throat open and escaped.

after that mess was all over David returned to what was left of home and trained himself to shoot having raiding the bandits gang's armory he found two revolvers and Winchester Repeater to his liking when he believe he was ready he set out and become a bounty hunter.
 

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Managed to make a second sheet despite being on vacation. Woot! I should have the third and fourth characters up by Monday.

I have a really busy week at work next week and then another vacation the following weekend, so I'm thinking I will leave recruitment open until July 2nd. Shortly after that I will announce which characters have been accepted.

EDIT: Also, I wanted to make a quick note about the breathing masks. Most breathing masks only cover the nose and mouth (kind of like the bottom-half of a paintball/airsoft mask), though it is not rare to see those that resemble full-on gas-masks and helmets. Pixie and Sprout both wear the typical, smaller masks.
 

Athol

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Name: Lady Natalya Iosifovna Kuznetsov, Baronessa of Rostov Oblast, True Heir to House Kuznetsov, and second in line for the Barony of Soria (Though she prefers Nat, or Natalya)

Age: 30

Sex: Female

Profession: (Iron Maiden) Bandit/'Renegade' Noble, Sniper

Appearance: Nat stands out in a crowd; because at 200 cm tall she's usually the tallest person in the room. Those slender features, along with her brilliant blue eyes, and distinctive accent peg her as a native of the colder northern 'Russkia' region of The Rock, but her long ink black hair and honey brown complexion raise some questions.

Despite her heritage Nat is anything but fancy, preferring simple functional clothing to anything frilly. When working she wears a tinted full face breathing mask, with a black and gold chequered scarf to protect her head. To go with that she has a grey long-sleeved shirt, a load bearing vest to carry gear and ammo, some well broken in jeans, and a pair of riding boots.

If out and about a town (but not on the clock, so to speak), she generally ditches the head gear and shirt/vest combo and just wears a tank top of some sort, showing off an impressive collection of tattoos that run from collarbone to wrist.

When aboard the Iron Maiden, Nat has a habit of ditching the jeans and boots as well, wandering the ship in her tank top and a set of boxer briefs (much to the joy of a lot of the male crew, and at times the annoyance of the Capitan). This also shows that her tattoos also run all the way to her ankles. The only piece of jewellery she wears is a silver locket with the pictures of two young upper class types inside it.

Her rifle (see notes) is generally slung over one shoulder or another when not in use, and her machine pistol is kept in a thigh holster on her right side.

Personality: For the most part Nat is an easy going person who laughs readily, and will help those she considers friends at the drop of a hat. A serious drinker, she enjoys a good bar fight, and doesn't consider shore leave a success until she?s gotten into at least one bar clearing brawl.

On the other hand when shit gets serious, you realized that that is just a mask. She can be a cold-hearted *****, and has no qualms about doing whatever it takes to get the job done. If you're feeling brave ask her about the New Caracas massacre.

Biography: Like the flowery title suggests, Nat was born into a life of privilege...or at least she could have been. Her father was the Baron of Rostov Oblast and head of House Kuznetsov, and her mother was a Baronessa herself, from the 'Espanola' region. This should have meant that Nat was in for a life of luxury, but it was not to be. Shortly before she was born her uncle made a move to over throw her father, and seize the Barony for himself. Catching wind of the plot only a short while before his brother acted, the Baron did the only thing he could on such short notice...he grabbed everything of value he could, and fled with his family.

Although there was massive culture shock at first, her father and mother where able to adapt to their new lives fairly quickly (more out of necessity than anything else). Unfortunately between the stress of their forced relocation, and the less than sanitary conditions they now lived in, Nat's mother died during child birth leaving her father to raise Nat as best he could. With what money he had running low, her father (under a new name) joined the Suibeezie Family, a Bandit Family that just so happened to be financed by some of the Noble Houses that opposed House Kuznetsov.

It was in this life that Nat grew up in; learning how live, fight, and survive in a harsh and unforgiving world. While her father took it upon himself to make sure his daughter was educated (at least to what was within his ability to teach), he kept her true origin from her fearing that should such information somehow leak out, it could make her a specific target. As she grew older, and began to learn skills that were useful to her way of life, she began to display a natural talent for marksmanship. By the time she was 15 she could out shoot most anyone in the Suibeezies, and by 17 was leading her own sniper teams for ambushes.

When she was 22 her father passed away from cancer, and while going through his things, she found the truth. While some would have been enraged that they had been lied to about their past, or began plotting about how to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, Nat did neither. She understood her father's actions; keeping the past a secret kept the pair of them safe from anyone who might try and exploit the information for their own benefit, and it had kept her from harbouring any thoughts of revenge against her uncle...which would have most likely just gotten her killed. On the other hand it did sort of explain why she'd never felt truly a part of the Suibeezie Family.

All this only confirmed the growing feelings she'd been having, that were telling her it was time to leave. Among her father?s hidden things was an ancient but still very functional railgun; so taking that, a locket that had been her mothers, and whatever else she could easily carry she set off on her own..quietly, as most Families aren't the most fond of people bailing on them. Getting out of Suibeezie territory, she went back to her old family name and worked as an independent for a while, before signing on with the Iron Maiden two years ago.

Notes: Her rifle is an Emirates Arms M150 Kinetic Mass Driver Rifle, designed to be used as an anti-materiel weapon in environments where plasma based weapons can be unreliable. There are several drawbacks to the M150; it is slow firing, being a single shot rifle with no magazine. It is very loud, with the rounds traveling at hypersonic velocities, and it is quite large, weighing in at 20 kilograms with a total length of about 133.5 cm....it's not a small weapon. These downsides are offset by the fact that the M150 is very powerful, capable of damaging or defeating light to medium armoured vehicles at ranges up to five miles.

The M150 uses a hybrid armature system, allowing it to fire both magnetic and non-magnetic 15mm penetrators, depending on what materials are available.

The machine pistol that Nat carries for self-defence on the other hand, is pretty much the antithesis of her rifle. It was made for her in the Maiden's machine shop, and is your basic little fully automatic blowback operated 7.62x17mm. It's simply made out of stamped steel; and has a high rate of fire with only nominal accuracy and range.
 

Texas Joker 52

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[EDIT]: On second thought, since I'm already involved in several RP's as it is, and I've been distracted by various other matters, I probably wouldn't be able to do this RP justice. Sorry about that.
 

TheDoctor455

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Texas Joker 52 said:
I hope that you haven't closed the rp yet, since I'd really like to apply for this, particularly given some of the other submissions. Regardless, I'll edit in a completed sheet not too long from now.
I don't think its been closed yet. I'm not the GM...

but so far... the OP has been a bit slow to respond to anything. I don't know if they've reviewed or accepted a single sheet yet.
 

NinjaDeathSlap

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He said he's start the RP some time in early July I think, which means we'll probably be finding out who's in soon enough, but you've still got time if you want to post a sheet. Rest assured they are reviewing them.