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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:43 pm
~*Saddle Up And Head West*~ The Story Our story takes place back in the days of the historic Midwest when cowboys roamed and outlaws reigned. In the relatively new town of Midland (‘cause it’s in the Middle of No Man’s Land) there is an ongoing struggle between the lawless Outlaw gangs The Hiders and The Snakebites and their eternal enemies the cowboys. Along with the sheriff and the other law enforcers the cowboys try to keep the peace and protect the Townies who can, more often than not, protect themselves. So whose side are you on Cowboy or Outlaw?
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:44 pm
Settings Crowbar Hotel You break the law and are caught this is where you will end up. The Jail is run by the sheriff and the deputy only they can let you out…unless you break out. Townie Jobs Sheriff Deputy Officer White Water Saloon Known for its whiskey and entertainment The White Water Saloon is the best, and only, place to meet up and have a good time. Play cards, have a drink, watch the live entertainment, but try not to brawl or else you may end up banned. Townie JobsBarkeep/Owner Waitress Waiter Saloon Girl General Mack’s General Store Anything you need from seed to feed and everything in between you buy it here. The only store in town that can supply you with cloth and gunpowder in one trip, anything we don’t have we can have shipped in as little as three weeks. Townie JobsShopkeeper Cashier The Hotel Need a place to lay you head for the night well The Hotel is what you need. Rooms cleaned bi-weekly and linens changed for every new client. Best of all no questions asked…ever. Townie JobsHotel Owner Maid
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:46 pm
The Rules 1. No godmodding whatsoever. You can be hit, you can be injured but you cannot kill someone else without their permission. 2. Swearing is allowed but remember everything in moderation. 3. Have a xd somewhere in the profile you send to me. 4. Romance is allowed, but keep it appropriate. If it starts to get inappropriate, either do a "fade to black" or else. 5. No flaming or cybering. 6. At least three sentences per post. 7. Be as literate as you can. Use grammar and appropriate punctuation to the best of your abilities. 8. Use (()) for OOC. Use "" for speaking and italicize for thoughts. 9. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to PM me. I'm probably more afraid of you than you are of me. 10. Send all profiles to me with the title YeeHaw. 11. Keep it in the correct time period, so no evil robots or motorcycles.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:48 pm
Profiles For Cowboy(or girl), Outlaw, or Townie
[align=left][size=9][u]Cowboys[/u][/size][/align]
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State your name partner: (Insert Character Name)
Your God: (Insert Username)
Your Homestead: (Insert Ranch Name)
What you look like: (Picture Please Or A Link)
Tell me of your journey: (Bio)
To which do you belong: (Male/Female)
Any kinfolk: (Family)
How far have you travelled: (Age)
Your primary mode of transport: (Name and picture or description)
Your partner in combat: (Weapon: Description or Picture)
Anybody you fancy: (Anybody you like or in a relationship with)
Your Creed: (Choose A Quote) [/align][/size][/color]
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[align=left][size=9][u]Outlaws[/u][/size][/align]
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State your name partner: (Insert Character Name)
Your God: (Insert Username)
Your Gang: (Insert Gang Name or Loner)
What you look like: (Picture Please Or A Link)
Tell me of your journey: (Bio)
To which do you belong: (Male/Female)
Any kinfolk: (Family)
How far have you travelled: (Age)
Your primary mode of transport: (Name and picture or description)
Your partner in combat: (Weapon: Description or Picture)
Anybody you fancy: (Anybody you like or in a relationship with)
Your Creed: (Choose A Quote) [/align][/size][/color]
[align=left][size=9][u]Townies[/u][/size][/align]
[align=left][size=9][color=blue]
State your name partner: (Insert Character Name)
Your God: (Insert Username)
Your Livelihood: (Insert Career or Job and Where)
Your Sympathies: (Cowboy, Outlaw, or Neutral)
What you look like: (Picture Please Or A Link)
Tell me of your journey: (Bio)
To which do you belong: (Male/Female)
Any kinfolk: (Family)
How far have you travelled: (Age)
Your primary mode of transport: (Name and picture or description)
Your partner in combat: (Weapon: Description or Picture Optional)
Anybody you fancy: (Anybody you like or in a relationship with)
Your Creed: (Choose A Quote) [/align][/size][/color]
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:51 pm
OutlawsState your name partner: Jonah Orion
Your God: jokester120
Your Gang: Loner
What you look like: 
Tell me of your journey: Jonah grew up with both an abusive mother and fatherin the plains of Texas, his intire life until the age of 13 when his life turned on him, after his mother hit him with a pot of boiling water, fighting through the pain and the shock he grabbed hold of a knife witch was sitting on the table and stabbed the woman who for his entire life beat him stabbing her several dozen times until her death screams stoped and for good measure he slit her throat, calmling walking to his fathers weapon cabnet knowing it would be another few hours before that man that worked him to the bone and starved him to return, removeing his fathers shotgun and a belt of slugs he walked back into the kitchen and waited. After a few hours Jonah's father walked through the only door in the small cabin the lived in to see his wife stabbed to death and his son covered in blood then a flash as Jonah pulled the trigger and tore the mans side out with the blast, with a sick smile Jonah walked up to the weaping and begging man as his blood flowed freely from his side, Jonah didn't finish the man insted he broke his fathers legs with the butt of the shotgun before setting fire to the cabin. Taking his father's horse he rode away as the sounds of burning wood and his fathers screams filled the air. He was leaveing his life behind only the scars that still cover his face where the only reminder of that time.
To which do you belong: Male
Any kinfolk: none killed by his hand
How far have you travelled: 25
Your primary mode of transport: Darkness
Your partner in combat:Bowie fighting knife
Tomahawk
Twin peacemakers
Doublebarrl shotgun
Anybody you fancy: none bt maybe in future
Your Creed: "Lepiej się obawiać to lubi"
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:52 pm
Townies
State your name partner: Hawkeye
Your God: Scytheress
Your Livelihood: General Mack's General Store Shopkeeper
Your Sympathies: Neutral, but would swing Outlaw before siding with Cowboys
Tell me of your journey: Hawkeye was born to a Native American tribe where she was taught their ways and values. The tribe, however, was on prime land for farming and raising cattle and the Cowboys moved in to make them move. Most of the tribe was killed, but a few escaped, others were captured. Hawkeye's mother, Windsong, and her brother, Young Stallion, were among the prisoners and her father among the dead. Hawkeye herself was nabbed by a ranking colonel. She was seven at the time.
The colonel brought her back to his estate to be a maid, a duty she performed grudgingly, but she was surviving. In a turn for the better, she was befriended by a young lieutenant who started teaching her the ways of the 'civilized folk' but most importantly, how to shoot a gun. The first handgun she fired was the Ruger Mk II, a .22 caliber pistol, as anything bigger would have likely shot out of her little hands. The lieutenant gave her his old Ruger and she practiced with it nightly when she'd sneak out into the fields.
She worked for the colonel for years, honing her skills and moving onto the Winchester 94 rifle. It wasn't long before she became an excellent sniper. Her parents had named her Hawkeye for her accuracy after all. She dabbled with a few other guns the lieutenant showed her, but the Winchester was the one gun she never let go of. Her handgun tastes eventually changed to the Colt SAA, .45LC.
When she was 20 years old, Hawkeye stole a horse in the middle of the night and escaped from her prison of 13 years. She took the weapons the kind lieutenant had given her but nothing else.
To which do you belong: Female
Any kinfolk: Mother and brother, somewhere
How far have you travelled: 25
Your primary mode of transport: Soaring Eagle (Clydesdale)
Your partner in combat: 2xColt SAA .45LC and Winchester 94 .45LC. (LC=Long Colt round), set of Bowie throwing knives.
Anybody you fancy: Don't much like pale folk.
Your Creed: "Lose your temper and you lose a friend; lie and you lose yourself."
State your name partner: Sloane (and Skye)
Your God: theinstantboy
Your Livelihood: Saloon Owner/Barkeep
Your Sympathies: Neutral - Sloane looks out for himself and Skye, and doesn't much care about anyone else. He's potentially more likely to fight for the good guys should he be forced to make a choice, but anything's fine as long as his brother is safe.
What you look like: 
Tell me of your journey: Sloane and Skye are siblings, born to an unassuming ranching family of Irish origin and raised in peace and relative prosperity for the first parts of their lives. When Skye was just a toddler and Sloane barely a youth, their family's cattle began disappearing, slowly at first and then more and more rapidly. Their father chose to hide out and confront the rustlers, unaware that Sloane had decided to back him up. As it turned out, the folk of the local town had decided that they didn't want any Irish people living near their town and had been stealing cattle to drive the family away. They dragged Sloane's father into town and strung him up in the square, then headed for the ranch to take his wife and kids as well. Sloane rode a pony nearly to death getting home to bring warning, but their mother refused to leave the ranch - instead, she put Skye up on Sloane's pony, gave Sloane a revolver, and told them to run. They'd been wandering for almost two years before they came to Midland, where they were taken in by the man who used to own the saloon and who, after his death, left the establishment to Sloane.
To which do you belong: Male? (male)
Any kinfolk: Each other.
How far have you travelled: 21 (12)
Your primary mode of transport: Thunder and Lightning - A clydesdale mix mare and her yearling foal, so Sloane can ride her and haul the saloon's delivery carts with her.
Your partner in combat: Sloane uses two different guns, one an old, carefully maintained cavalry revolver that he's had since his father died and the other a newer Winchester double-barreled rifle, kept behind the bar in case of trouble. Skye uses a fairly large Peacemaker revolver.
Anybody you fancy: None yet. Skye's too young, Sloane too private.
Your Creed: "You'll never break a horse if you stay sittin' on the fence."
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