Frontier Setting/Character Pages

RP Info:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Ethnicity:
Profession: Lawman/Criminal/Bounty Hunter/Normal, including D&D style Alignment.
General Appearance: (Can include clothing save for any type of specialized gear like say goggles or helmets)
Equipment/Tools/Weapons:
Biography:

Name: William "Billy" Hayes
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Profession: Bounty Hunter, Chaotic Neutral
General Appearance: Originally white skin, now mildly tanned. Bottle green eyes, light brown hair that's grown out. Stands nearly six feet tall. Typically wears a long, dark brown duster and pants, beige shirt, and leather boots, including a cowboy hat.

Equipment/Tools/Weapons: Pair of revolvers, specialized binocular goggles, rope/grapple launcher, short wave radio, knife, and motorbike.

Biography: Growing up in the mid-west, William had once lived in the budding towns established by the Separatists, though the life he had tending to his family's store did not appeal to him. Originally, he had been part of a small gang where he found a talent for pistols, as well as finding that turning in bounties and ding odd jobs was more profitable than working in a gang.

His lifestyle took him to the west, where there was more opportunity and profit in the fledgling settlements than there was in the towns back home.

Name:  Jacob Hall
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian/African
Profession: Criminal, Chaotic Good
General Appearance: Jacob is pretty light-skinned for a black man.  He keeps his hair as short as he can with a bowie knife, both on his head and on his face.  He wears common traveling clothes under his brownish red poncho.  He stands pretty short around 5 and a half feet tall and is rarely seen without some form of tobacco, whether it be a cigar or pipe, hanging out of his mouth.
Equipment/Tools/Weapons:  Though usually carrying as many weapons as he can, his most signature weapon is a sawed-off double barrel shotgun.  Bowie knife, Fedora, Sunglasses, Pinto horse.

Biography:  Jacob grew up in the south on the western side of America where there weren't many trees and a lot of desolate sand.  Any kind of civilization came and went aboard large airships that only came for harvesting materials from the lands before leaving faster than they came in, to avoid the lawless nature of the people.  All law was martial and no government's hands could quite reach it.  Growing up, Jacob was always trying to help others even when it wasn't in his best of needs.

After his parents were involved in a shootout between a marshal and some bandits, thy were shot dead and Jacob was forced to work in the mines just to live.  Once he had enough money for a horse he rode east to find a less dangerous environment.  Though things went from bad to worse when he witnessed British lawmen harassing a store owner in a small town in Virginia.  After intervening, the two lawmen were shot dead by Jacob Hall by one of their own shotguns.

Now with a bounty on his head Jacob rides back west, hoping to find sanctuary in the arms of the rebels.

Name: Nicholas/Nick Francesson
Age: Of
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: German-Irish American
Profession: Traveler and Medicine of the Neutral variety
General Appearance: A lithe fellow, marked by muscle of hard labor, of the brutish kind. Clearly germanic features with blue-grey eyes, and slightly pointed nose, and otherwise handsomeness. Lightly bearded, but long hair the color of a dirty blonde to truly light brown. Typically wearing whatever he can find, usually a travelers cloak or trench, often wears boots, sometimes goes without, wears native footwear, sometimes feathers given by the chief-folk.

Equipment/Tools/Weapons: Tools of the Trade, compass, medicine bag, a sort of field chemyst set, knives of various sorts, usually kept in a sack, not always on persons hand.

Biography:Born in the State of Illinois, named after his grandfather, who was named after his father, and his father before him. Not named after his own father, for honor-sake, that man ran off because of his money problems and debts. Single mother worked with a Company of Trading sorts, Young Nick did too, till he picked up an apprenticeship in a chemyst lab, and then a Physician kind.


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Name: Ela Mcbain
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Irish-American
Profession: Publican/Barmaid (lawful neutral)
Religion: Protestant
General Appearance:
Not a plain child but a young lady is how a drawling song full of embellishments and false compliments would describe her. Her brown shoulder-length hair hangs over a furrowed, pointed face. One amber eye watches others with curiosity. Several moles are spread across her neck and plunge down to her fairer skin. She grins with a broken tooth and her missing eye is covered by an eye patch that partially conceals the scaring on her face.
Equipment/Tools/Weapons:
An ancient blunderbuss sits under the bar for when the rowdy patrons exalt values becoming of their drunkard stature. Normally used to shoot birds and other small water fowl that make rest at the nearby river it’s wildly inaccurate and only useful in extremely close environments.
Biography:
Ela is a native to the region, having been consummated in the very tavern she now calls her home. Built by her father’s father the building sits situated on a ten acre stretch of mostly desolate land. A small river runs behind the building and a main road that leads into Town lays in front. Ela doesn’t care much for the Town and hardly visits unless it is for business pertaining her establishment.
Mostly reserved Ela doesn’t express care for much except her livelihood. With no guardian or living relative she’s fiercely defensive of her property and if it was possible would perhaps even become a recluse. Though it’s clear her finances would not sustain her.

Name: James Sawyer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White/British
Profession: Criminal/ Neutral Evil
General Appearance: Thomas Sawyer is pale enough to mistaken for a corpse, if one didn't know any better. Somehow managing to keep from being suntanned. What's worse is he dons all black. Namely a black, flat-brimmed cowboy hat and a black, leather trench coat to match. A white collar neatly tucked into his shirt's collar. Along with a silver cross necklace that hangs on the outside of his shirt. It's clear he was once a priest some time ago. His mustache and cowboy attire further prove the notion. Or maybe the stained blood on his clothes gives it away too.

Equipment/Tools/Weapons: Always carrying his six shooter on his hip, there's not much else Thomas carries with him. A water canteen, a questionable compass, extra ammo, a hunting knife and a short range radio about sums it up.
Biography: Born Thomas McCree life started in Massachusetts and raised a religious family. For him life wasn't too easy. Bullies were common for him and friends were only a dream. However he pushed through it, believing that God would give them their's when the time came. Because of this belief he never fought back. He stayed quiet and tried to hide his bruises when he came home. It would only be at age 26 does he get relief when his father dies from a robbery. He becomes his father's successor as a priest at the local church. His abusers had been attending to his father's sermons, and now his. The tables had been turned it seemed as they came to him for forgiveness every week. Years later he would meet his wife, Abigail, despite his religion's teachings. But life wasn't done with him yet.

A former doubter of Thomas, James Sawyer, learned of his ungodly marriage. Armed with his old hatred of Thomas and now God on his side, James wanted to hit him hard. So one night, while Thomas was taking confessions, James went out and killed his wife. When Thomas returned he was confused and angry. How could God let this happen? Who would do this? It only took a few minutes to figure it out. Everyone in his little passerby town had confessed except for one. Blinded by rage Thomas went straight to the tavern James frequented. He was sitting at the bar drinking to forget what he had just done. Without hesititation Thomas pulled James' weapon out from behind and shot him in the back of the head. A few moments passed before he realized what he had done. He had just killed a man. Now he was no better then who he had just killed. Thomas died in that moment. He had lost God and his only family in one night. He lost all that he was and became James Sawyer. Instinct took over, he knew he had very limited time. He stole the keys of the man's body and bolted. He knew he needed to head west, it was his only chance. It's been two years since then. Two years of avoiding the law, killing any that got in his way.

Name: Autumn Marlowe
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Profession: Bounty Hunter, Chaotic Evil

General Appearance: Autumn stands at about 5 foot 7 and weighs in at 131 pounds. She is caucasian, but due to her time in the sun is a nice caramel color. Her hair matches her name in color and is cut fairly short, not even coming down to her neck. A very effeminate face is the first thing people usually see on her until they see the scar that lays on her lower lip. It's not very big, mind, but it is noticeable. Her eyes are a wonderful blue in contrast to the overbearing red sun. She protects herself from the heat with a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and plain jean pants held up by a black leather belt. A holster for a revolver lays at the left side of her hip near constantly with a leather pouch holding ammunition on her right. A pair of brown, worn boots complete this ensemble with white cotton socks underneath.

Equipment/Tools/Weapons: She holds onto her father's revolver which may put others off as it can hold seven bullets. Due to this, it was given the name "Lucky". Slung over her shoulder is a lever action rifle for those long range encounters. Besides her weapons, she holds a pair of binoculars as well as a waterskin pouch to quench her thirst on her outings. SHe also has a short range radio for quick contact.

Biography: Autumn had been born in one of the throwaway settlements on the western frontier, it might have been named something along the lines of Graceland, but it wasn't something that stuck with her as a child. All of her life, she was moving from one settlement to the next in order to flee the law due to her parent's constant need to find trouble. It might have been around when she was 17 when her parents gathered up enough of those with no good in them and formed the Marlowe Gang. Living in such a state might have given a regular human being a sense of dread, but for Autumn, it was life and surprisingly, she enjoyed it. For 5 long years, she would serve in the Marlowe Gang out of a derelict settlement known as Hartland. This all came crashing down when lawmen came in droves to drive the gang out. This effort ended in a bloodbath and for the first time in her life, Autumn felt the fear that lawmen could really bring. She had been laughing at their attempts to bring them down for years, but on that day, she lost everything. She did what she could to fight, but eventually she would give herself in. On the day of her execution, with the hangman standing atop the platform and the men and women waiting for the show of her demise to start, she pleaded with the law. "Give me one last shake. I know the location of all the lawbreakers and gang leaders out there. I'll bring 'em justice if you just let me live." These words would lead to an agreement being struck and she would be let go. It has been four years since then and Autumn Marlowe has been hunting the heads of gang leaders.

Name: Lee Dallas Aguilar
Age: Birthdate 04/23/1826 - 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Spanish-American
Profession: Lawman / Lawful Neutral

General Appearance: Lee Dallas was a smooth skinned, light skinned young man once, with most of his American (Scottish) heritage showing through. Now, though, he's far from that. Leather tanned skin, warped and changed by the heat of the sun and the frontier, and washed with more than a few now well healed scars, you could say he's become fortunate for the beard that has spread across his jaw and upper lip, thick and curly and black, but well trimmed and often combed. Not quite as clean as his slick head hair, but still far from dirty, if it can be avoided.

Lee Dallas is, as a lawman, often found in the same outfit - a simple white shirt, red scarf worked into a tie, a grey damask-patterned buttoned up vest, a long black trenchcoat, and a brown pants that hang just over black boots. The deer leather belt and holster tend to come and go, sometimes tucked under his vest or hidden under his coat. Along with the small golden star on his chest, it's hard to not figure out what Lee does for a living.

Equipment/Tools/Weapons: A revolver-action repeater, with engravings along the brass, has been the primary tool of Lee Dallas for most of his career. His revolver, which handles only large caliber ammunition, is kept in its holster and often ignored, used as a threat more than a weapon.

Biography: TBD