A Sin of No Name

[Kuno]

Alfa Slab One
Eczar
Ramabhadra

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Man With a Harmonica

 

[Kuno]

"Highland hasn't changed…it never does."

At first, they didn't notice.

They came to Highland for the same reason as the others: a stroke of luck, riding high on the prospect of potential prosperity. The clean-cut lifestyle of the town was a welcome change from the grit of the West, a ruthless engine that tended to chew drifters up and spit them out. Somehow they'd landed here, given an opportunity to build a life they'd never had before.

Highland did not come without its quirks. The township's noticeable lack of crime was strange for the area, but could be attributed to the stiffnecked sheriff and his militia of deputies. The townspeople themselves were nice, albeit distant. Not very engaging, but they'd seen pricklier sorts. The curfew was one of the things most griped about, the sheriff's strict admonition about not staying out after dark the one thing that bothered the newcomers. The cracks in the town's perfect visage were there, just barely on the surface. They chose not to look harder than was necessary.

Until trouble came looking for them.

Rules:

1. GM word is law.
2. Practice basic role-playing etiquette. This means no godmodding, powerplaying, etc.
3. Don't be an asshole. If you're experiencing issues with fellow role-players, take it up with the GMs so we can figure out a solution. Don't incite drama.
4. Post at least once a week. Let us know ahead of time if you'll be unable to post or dropping out.
5. This is an adept role-play, so we're going to require more than just one-liners, but we don't expect novel-length posts either. Just keep it straightforward and give enough material that others can respond to.
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10. Face-claims are required. Art pictures only!
11. We are currently only taking one character per person. A maximum of EIGHT players will be accepted.

Character Sheet:

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★ BIOGRAPHY ★
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★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
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★ SKILLS★
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note: they're not necessarily outlaws; Adrian just wanted to be fancy

Uncoded Character Sheet:

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[Kattzillaa]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"WINIFRED 'WINNIE' SLATER"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Externally, Winnie comes across as a rather stoic person, unapproachable in a way due to facial expression and beauty. She's rather quiet preferring not to speak much and keep most things to herself. Her eyes drift and her head nods more than words actually leave her mouth because the less she speaks the less they know.

Despite this she isn't shy at all and has no problem walking up to people or asking requests. Once someone gets to know her it's shown that she's absolutely sweet and adorable which also explains why the whole town practically adores her. Despite the fact that she manages to put herself in danger accidentally more often then she should, it's rather suspicious really.

She might be sweet but liked everyone else she has something to hide.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Winnie was born on June 4th, 1856 to Rosia Slater and Dixie Slater which makes her about 23 years old. Her life growing up was pretty average for a girl in the 1800's. Her mother always enforced the religious and house wife aspect of her life. She learned how to cook, how to clean, and how to take care of the men in the house. Occasionally though, she'd sneak out to the stables to play with the horses among the other things that she wasn't supposed to be doing.

She comes from a much larger, far richer, town than Highland itself. A place most people would die to live in. Unfortunately, she did not live on the richer side of things. Her family has always been apart of the lower class, the ones where the roof sometimes leaked and the floorboards creaked drastically.

Winnie grew up with one other sibling, her older brother, who influenced her toward the darker side of society. He stole and thieved from the rich without regret, encouraging her to do the same. Eventually, she was convinced enough to follow in his footsteps but her first crime was her last as things didn't go according to plan. It proved to not be her forté at all as she was caught stealing, nearly shot, and killed. She managed to get away in a stroke of luck as she ran out of town without even going home to check on her family or tell her brother which led her to Highland. That was the beginning of her new life, along and without her family.

Nothing came with her, not even her items from home, except the words her brother always told her. "Never trust anyone." Those words seemed to be true of her brother in the end and she lived by them for a while.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Winnie worked as a stable hand in her old town, taking care of the horses and helping tame the wild ones. She has a way with horses that awes most people she comes across. It's almost like she speaks to them without actually saying much. A carrot or two will always do is what she usually says, which really isn't true if you aren't her.

On top of this, she's seen her brother steal quite a bit which she picks up on the tricks of the trade quite quickly. It doesn't take long for her to learn things that's for sure.

★ SKILLS★

• Deceit - Winnie's learned a thing or two about lying in her days. She's good at it and hardly gets caught so if she doesn't want someone to know something they won't find out from her. It's a waste asking her for anything, if it makes her look bad that is. She's also good at telling if other people are lying.
• Pickpocketing - Nothing left in your pockets is safe from her, if she wants it or needs it that is.
• Law - She knows how most sheriff's work, though the on in Highland is a bit tricky. Despite this, her basic knowledge still helps.
• Animal Care - Winnie does wonders to animals and they all seem to love her for it. With people... not so much.
• Guns - Despite outward appearances, Winnie can use a gun quite well. She's not the best wild west shooter but it does it's job if need be. No one would know this as she takes on a rather innocent facade, one where she'll huddle in a corner with her cross up if threatened. hough, if she were in any real danger taking care of the threat wouldn't be much of an issue for her.

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[Red Thunder]

Jorge Esteban Villacruz del Rios
El Bandito Guapo
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His Presentation

Name: Jorge Esteban Villacruz del Rios
Age: 37 years
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs
Eye Color: Chestnut brown
Hair Color: Jet black
Appearance: A strapping man of perhaps 5'10", Jorge is a dark man, his skin tanned with years in the sun. He wears his hair long, finding little reason to cut it in the American style, and he wears a ragged goatee. A pistol on either hip, with the capability to shoot equally well from either, Jorge wears a charm on a leather cord around his neck, a memory of his family in the form of his mother's wedding necklace.

His Persona

Personality: Jorge is a sarcastic man, coming across as rough and often brash in a manner that binds people together rather than pushes them away. Though he would not do well in the slightest in more formal settings, he fits in well in the western cultures.

His Past

History: Jorge was born along the Pacific coast of the northernmost parts of Mexico in 1842, when the territory still reached as far north as the redwood forests. He was all of four years old when the United States fought Mexico, and two years later, the loss of both father and way of life at the end of the conflict with the surrender of California and other territories to the Americans was a lot for a six year old to bear. A resentment grew in his heart, for the del Rios had been powerful and influential under the Mexican government, and even at his young age, he understood that things had changed because of his new oppressors.

Jorge harbored that resentment the rest of his life, eschewing any form of legal lifestyle beneath the American government that he could manage. Beginning as a troublemaker before he turned 14, Jorge fell in with the Bandidos Guapos, raiding and thieving from any American establishment that they might. It lasted for years, their knowledge of the California wilderness serving them well through many an attempt at capture, and Jorge earned enough infamy to be given a $200 bounty.

But all good things must come to an end, and US Marshals managed to track down and kill or capture Jorge's entire crew, save for himself. He rode east, fleeing the law, and only recently has come to Highland in Utah. Unsure whether he should progress further or remain, the criminal is holed up in the West Inn, living off the meager $40 he managed to bring with him.

His Profession

Skills: Excellent horseman, decent survivalist, quick draw and sure shot, passable at a poker table, over-confident pugilist
Employment: Professional bandit facing the woes of forced retirement

 

[DANAsaur]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

" Lillian 'Red' Fortuna"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★

Lillian normally presents herself to newcomers with her mask of a friendly, encouraging and flirty person, but actually she is a malevolent psychopath with a myriad of negative traits - she is a pathological liar, biased, narcissist, egocentric, haughty, dishonest, corrupt, arrogant, amoral, treacherous, sinister, sadistic, bully, abusive, deceitful, selfish, greedy and tyrannical. She is highly adept at lying and manipulating people, and is not above insulting and making them as miserable as possible. She is deceptive enough to "cry" crocodile tears in order to fool people into taking her side. She will do anything to get what she wants and is not above any kind of foul play. She will also readily cheat to gain the advantage while at the same time considering everything that may unfavor her side "unfair", revealing her to be a sore loser and a hypocrite as well.

In short, Lillian is a bitch.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Lillian was the first born of a rich family that possesses their own tobacco plantation. Since she wasn't a male and her father expected her to be a son rather than a daughter, she had no choice but to learn how to ride, shoot, and hunt.

His father taught her to be merciless and ruthless: traits that are necessary when running a plantation he says. He taught her how to abuse her authority without any consequences. It was fun and liberating! For the first time in her life, she felt like she and her father had finally bonded until her younger brother came along.

In just nine months, she suddenly was no longer the heir to their plantation. She was no longer the center of the spotlight. No longer relevant to the family. Her father and mother tried to marry her off but due to her bad personality, no one dared to take her.

Thus to fix her bad personality, she was sent to the city to study. However, all that accomplished was Lillian's "graduation" from virginity.

When her family had heard of it, she was given money and got disowned by her own family. She was only nineteen at that time! She had no choice but to travel around to start a new life. That is, until she stumble into a quaint little town named Highlands.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Lillian doesn't really have a work experience per se though she is great at a lot of things. She knows how to run a business and how to boss around people. She's also great at mooching off money. In fact, she plans on having her own business at Highlands! She wanted to have her own brothel.

★ SKILLS★
As said before, Lillian is great at many things! Besides from the skills listed in her work experience, she's also a:

• Master manipulator and seductress. Trust her on this. She knows the male's anatomy better than a doctor.
• Great hunter and rider. She can shoot and ride at the same time as long as she's using a shot gun or a rifle.
• Money savvy. Contrary to popular belief, Lillian doesn't like to spend money. She likes to hoard it.

Credits to Abigail Diaz for the art
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[Mobley Eats]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"MOSES"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Moses works hard to put on an unassuming first impression. He'll flash a polite smile, practice his manners when necessary, and do anything else to keep eyes off of him. Conflict isn't worth his time and whatever patience he cultivates is nowhere near the amount it used to be. Of course, if conflict does arise, he'll try to rectify the issue quietly and behind the scenes, devising the quickest solution in his mind. In the rare occurrence of him trusting someone else, Moses allows himself to express his thoughts regularly, which include a slew of dry sarcasm and cryptic commentary.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Moses's existence was far from planned. Nor acceptable. On a sweltering night in January of 1845, a plantation owner took what he wanted. Despite the horrific reminder of what transpired, Neela kept Moses and hid her pregnancy for as long as humanly possible--all with the support of other hands on the property. However, there came a point when hiding was no longer an option. She sought out the assistance of anti-slavery northerners, who lead her and several others across Union borders. Months into Neela's new life, she finally gave birth to Moses and lied about his heritage as much as she could, to both himself and the invasive ears around them.

Moses grew up in a relatively peaceful setting, despite the political and social tensions itching at his skin. He worked alongside his mother in a small cobbler business, their boss proving to be fair enough when it came to scraping by. Coincidentally, Neela found love in another recent escapee and he posed as a father figure for the boy. Ishmael was firm but fair, stable but a visionary, everything that Moses aspired to be. Unfortunately, happy times were bound to end, and it was triggered by Neela's murder a few years later. With bitterness broiling in his gut, Moses held no qualms about following Ishmael anywhere he went.

That included joining the Union forces. President Lincoln's preliminary Emancipation Proclamation stirred up agitation among the Confederate masses, and Moses and Ishmael were more than ready to repay the fury tenfold. Moses survived the ordeal. Ishmael didn't. By the time the Thirteenth Amendment and Reconstruction tension unfolded, Moses was already on a horse heading west for Highland. Any roots his mother supplanted up north no longer sat right in his gut, so he had no choice but to relocate. Some hope flourished once the Fourteenth Amendment was passed, which pushed him to keep traveling in search of a new home.

All that Moses has left is his incomplete legacy, masterfully cloaked bitterness, and a longing to lay down his gun in exchange for a pair of mighty fine boots. Here's to hoping the people of Highland had a decent sense of fashion.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Moses never owned a business himself, but he knows how to be a well-oiled cog among many and understands the importance of integrity. Half of his skills reside in the art of Cobbling and basic math for managing finances, while the other half is derived from his years in the war. In those years he spent sluggishly moving west, he took up random odd jobs, mostly of physical labor and assistant tailoring.

★ SKILLS★

• Cobbling: Need a new pair of boots? Or maybe something nicer for the lady on your arm there? If so, Moses is your man for the job.
• Quick Shot: Paranoia on the battlefield is far from a blessing. If Moses could, he'd gladly erase the skill and memories from his system, but he can't. Once his gun is drawn, several rounds can go off in the blink of an eye, each with a specific target in mind. He never pulls the trigger unless he's certain it'll land. Long range isn't terribly difficult, but he finds comfort unloading lead up close and personal.
• Insightful: Moses's entire life was composed of every pair of eyes in the room scrutinizing him like prey. When he couldn't afford to trust a single soul besides his mother and Ishmael, he picked up the art of seeing through another's lies. Being foolish and trusting was what lead to his mother's death. He refused to make the same mistake.

Art Credit: Pain Art

 

[Hamlowe]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"FATHER LAURENCE PATRICK MCCARTHY"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Father McCarthy is not typically known as a vivacious or social person, keeping to himself and his priestly duties more often than not. He animates considerably when preaching, using rhetorical gestures and a bold (though Irish-accented) voice to convey his points. In typical social situations he's quiet, but polite, with a mind to keep his conduct blameless in the sight of God and men. He is also blessed with a keen and penetrative mind for understanding what people want and how to guide them, like any good shepherd should.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Born in 1845, Laurence Patrick McCarthy grew up the third son of a Catholic stone-mason in Dublin, Ireland. From a young age he had a special devotion to the Church, and as the fourth child (out of seven) he stood to inherit little in the family business, so the day he announced his interest in discerning priesthood was inevitable. After the usual process with Archbishop Cullen (now Cardinal-Archbishop!), he entered studies at All Hallow's College, being ordained to the subdiaconate in 1870, diaconate in 1871, and finally priesthood in 1873. He was then dispatched as a missionary to the United States, ministering primarily in Baltimore and its suburbs, until finally a letter came. The Mission of St Michael in the new territory of Utah was in need of a new priest to help the aging Father Thompson. Archbishop Gibbons volunteered the young Father McCarthy, who arranged to travel with a group of Catholic families headed for the same place.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Before entering seminary, he worked in his family's construction business, and in seminary he also worked frequently in various charities, giving him a general tolerance and skill with menial labour.

★ SKILLS★

• Trilingual in Irish, English, and Latin, in that order. He can translate texts from Latin easily, typically with a literalist rendering. He does have a strong Irish accent, but his grammar is no worse than the average man's.
• Academic Knowledge - His seminary formation, still fresh in his mind, means that he is well-versed in philosophy, moral theology, and history, with a special emphasis on the Church Fathers and the history of the United Kingdom (Great Britain and Ireland, cheers).
• Insight/Counsel - Formation and experience has also augmented Fr McCarthy's natural blessing for empathizing with people and understanding what they want. This has served him well in the confessional so far, and generally has also helped him get by in life.
• Music - He is a fine singer, trained in the current practice of chant and able to pick up other tunes pretty easily. He bought a harmonica before leaving for Highland, and has since been practicing both church music and folk tunes on it for his own leisure. He has a certain disdain for ragtime and opera, considering them equally depraved in their own ways.

 

[PoetLore]

Name: Frank Peters

Age: 25

Summary: Frank had been the only son of a hard working man in Virginia. Their town was booming from the discovery of a seemingly endless vein of coal that ran through the nearby mountains. Most of the men in town worked for the mine, and many of them died that way too. Their mother had succumbed to a horrible cough that went through the town and claimed many lives. Their father seemed unwilling to accept her death and instead of taking comfort in his remaining family turned to the bottle and working insane hours. In his muddled state he made a grave error in the mine and caused a cave in that cost the lives of thirty men. Once the investigation placed blame on their father, life in the small town became unbearable for Frank and Charlotte.

Frank came upon an advertisement for an opportunity to start anew, with a promise of land and work. He presented the idea to his sister and both agreed to make their way and cast their future fortunes in the hope of the west and the promise of unlimited potential. The two young people arrived in town with a wagon full of everything their parents had amassed and with a fair amount of goods they'd purchased for the long journey.

About halfway along the trail to their new life Charlotte had caught the eye of the son of a merchant and he'd convinced her to stay and marry him. Charlotte had begged Frank to stay there as well, but he'd made up his mind to continue on alone. He left Charlotte with part of their goods and all of her books and other personal items and headed out of town, alone for the first time in his life.

He had been fortunate and frugal during the trip and arrived with something of a miraculous surplus of goods. Whether he had purchased too much in his inexperience, or whether he'd garnered some goods along the way in other methods, remained to be seen.

Appearance:

Frank is strong and willing to work hard, and has both farming and coal mining experience. When their mother had passed and their father had taken to hiding in the bottle, he'd stopped attending school to work and provide a consistent wage for their small family. He's a decent shot though far from a marksman. He is fiercely protective of his sister since she's the only family he has left.

 

[BigBirdie]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"Helene Victoria Bardwell"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Helene is a woman with a double constitution. Due to her bipolar disorder, everyday, depending on her emotions, you might see a different Helene. By nature she is kind, generous and patient, but also cautious and introverted. She gets along well with other religious people but outside of that, she has a hard time connecting to others.

Helene is also prideful and has a habit of judging those who aren't with God. Sometimes even making decisions for others believing it is in their best interest. Helene genuinely believes that her judgment is superior because she is a woman of God and this often lands her in hot water when she wants to dictate other peoples lives. She thinks so highly of herself that often criticism and harsh words don't offend her. Helen does loose her cool demeanor when people gossip or attack those who cannot defend themselves or say the lords name in vain.

On days when Helene is on a high, she can be very friendly and open, her generous acts increase. She is often found galavanting around town engaging with everyone or exerting a lot of energy into household chores. When she's low, Helene looks to be without energy. She doesn't talk much in this state and often looks distant and sad. Being in close proximity of others will make her crabby and anxious, in this state she is prone to sudden outbursts of emotions such as despair and unbridled anger.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Helene was born 1843 in small settlement in New Hampshire. Her small town had about 115 people all together, and they were all devout Christians. Helene was raised in the church with her younger brother and sister. Every sunday they would attend, and with their mother in hand sit in the pews during Wednesday evening service. When the war broke out in 1861, Helene volunteered as a nurse abiding those who fought in the Union but Helene wasn't against helping Confederate soldiers either, to her they were all children of God, believing in the lord's will to help and care for everyone. In the third year of the war Helene's brother Sebastian died in battle. During the fourth and final year of the war she met her husband, William Bardwell. At the end of the war they married.

Leaving her small town in New Hampshire, Helene and William moved to his home state of Indiana. There Helene lived as a doting house wife. She birthed and raised two sons, and like her mother before her she took them to service every Sunday and prayed with them every night. In 1877, William was let go and was force to pick up odd jobs for a couple of months until he heard of job opportunities out west. In early 1878 they packed up all their things on a wagon and left their small home in Inidana for a brighter future.

That bright future soon turned bleak as a week into their journey, while nearing the boarder of Colorado Territory, the family's wagon was attacked. They killed her husband, and her sons right in front of her eyes. Then forced themselves onto Helene before leaving her to die. For days after she wandered the semi-airid land hoping praying to God that someone would find her or that she could die soon. In the final moments of Helene's life she stumbled upon a river. At this point her hope was depleted, nothing remained in her heart but death, she only wished to be with her family. And so Helene looked for a peace in an attempt to drown herself in that very river.

Before the water choked the air out of her lungs she was saved. A group a families had been traveling west to look for jobs as well, they stopped by the river to rest for the day when one of them noticed Helene thrashing about. Helene stayed with the family that fished her out. They tried to get her to talk and explain what happened to her, how she ended up alone. She couldn't answer. Not that she didn't want too but Helene's heart and mind were twisted up into a harsh knot, she had willed her brain to forget what happened, to forget her sons, and her husband.

Helene convinced herself and the other's that she came west to speak of God wanting to start her own church. In a strike of luck the family told Helene of Highland, a town devoid of most of it's people. They needed workers of any kind to get the town up and running again. They inquired that she could go there to start her church.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Nursing

• Knows her way around a needle and thread, can wrap and clean wounds efficiently. Good at removing shrapnel and bullets from the body.

★ SKILLS★
Crafts

• Helene has a knack of making bracelets out of clay beads and colored twine. When she use to watch the children in her home town she would make them little bracelets out of thin strips of leather. She also has an eye for embroidery.

Scripture

• Helene can recite all of the books of the bible through sheer memory

Instrumentals

• Helene grew up learning how to play the Harpsichord, but she only knows how to play three songs.

Bilingual

• Helene can speak English and Italian, but her Italian is a little rusty from years of not speaking to another native.

 

[Doctor Jax]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"Na Zhao"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Perhaps the best word to describe Na is pensive. She is a woman given to deep introspection, though that is not to say she is humorless or lacks joy. Merely, she thinks long and hard about things in her life, be they cause for great suffering or great wonder. She is perceptive, industrious, and most importantly minds her own business. There is little by way of adventurousness in her, preferring to take the longer road, if it means for certain it leads to its intended destination. She is possessed of a great compassion, however, and she will break that usual caution if it is in service to another. Otherwise, she is an elegant and stately woman, despite the fact she has little to her name. However, she does hold long grudges, and her distrust is not something quickly dispelled. Men - white men especially - are targets for her discomfort, and while she is quiet and prefers not to interfere, she makes her misgivings clear when dealing with those of the male persuasion.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
She does not remember her mother. She remembers a boat, her father hiding her in a basket, and a long, long trip. After what seemed like an eternity, her and her father landed on a shore foreign to anything she truly knew. With what little he had brought with them, they journeyed on foot first through this new land he called 'America'. For a while they were merely itinerant, her father finding odd jobs, but eventually they landed in a valley of other gold prospectors when Na was around eleven or twelve. It was here she would stay - and here that she would see her father for the last time.

Na grew and grew into a beautiful young lady at the edge of the gorge that served as her father's bread and butter. She learned from him the process of finding gold, smelting it, and selling it, as well as learning traditional medicine from the women who lived alongside the river around them. While her father inducted her into living in this new world, the women of the river reconnected her to the old one, back home in China, in Guangdong, a place she could just hardly remember herself. Na was not the cautious woman she would come to be. That was brought about when she was nineteen years old.

Unable to find someone her own age to marry who was suitable, she was soon impressed and taken by a young man by the name of Walter Clay, a hunter. Her father was leery of him and his fast-talking ways, and he forbade his daughter to have anything to do with the young trapper. However, in defiance, she continued to meet him in secret. Together they hatched a plan - dissatisfied with life here, she would go into the city with Clay and some gold she would take from her and her father's stash to get married and start a new life. After all - she had found it, hadn't she?

The plan worked smoothly. Under cover of night, they fled as young lovers, riding far into the night on his horse to a city. Clay promised the next morning they would be wed as soon as they had cash for the gold. They celebrated their nuptials prematurely, her certain in his fidelity. But come morning, he had fled, and the gold and horses with him. She had been deserted in an alien city, without a penny to her name, with not even her virginity to call her own.

Even had she the ability to go back home, she knew she could not. The community would ostracize her, disgusted and disappointed in her lack of filial piety, in her willingness to throw away her most precious asset, and in her eagerness to toss wisdom from her doorstep. She quickly tried to find other kinsmen to work for, managing to throw herself at the mercy of an widow running a laundry business. It was here she learned the art of Chinese medicine, as well as working her fingers to the bone. She was an unkind woman, but she knew much, and Na bowed under her tutelage until she had the money to buy herself a horse and leave the city almost ten years after she had arrived.

Over the years, she offered different.... services. She has become something of a jack of all trades, though she now possesses a cart and two horses, rather than just the one. And seeing the letters inviting prospective homesteaders to come settle in Highlawn, she jumped on the chance to finally get back a little of that idyllic time living with her father beside a creek, when all she worried about was tomorrow's breakfast and today's panning.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Na has worked as many different things. She was once a gold prospector with her father and their community of Chinese panhandlers. Together, they had quite a lot of gold, and she learned the process of turning it into nuggets for later sale. She also learned how to discern whether others are trying to trick her out of her due cost, keeping track of the daily prices of gold and other goods. While a laundrywoman, she worked hard, but her biggest asset was the callouses on her hands from steeping them in boiling water and the muscles in her back from lifting tons of clothing. And her time with Mae Chiang gave her acupuncture, massage, and traditional brews, as well as the I-Ching, Chinese fortunetelling. She has other skills besides - less savory, less genteel. She speaks not of this portion of her life, and she never plans to use those skills again, in the dark streets at night waiting for men the way a fisherman casts a net for fish. She is also a gardener and horticulturist, growing many obscure plants for medicinal and culinary purposes.

★ SKILLS★
The diminutive Chinese woman is surprisingly strong for her size, given a life of hard, menial labor. She is familiar with guns, though she has never owned one or shot at a living thing. Her gold panning skills have left her with good eyes for detail as well as a wealth of metallurgical knowledge, such as telling the purity and cost of certain jewelry or gold nuggets by feel alone, though with so much time gone much of this knowledge has eroded.

Her knowledge of human anatomy is somewhat extensive given her abilities with acupuncture, but she is more well-versed in Chinese traditional medicine than in Western. That said, she does not lose her head around blood, and she has helped deliver quite a few children by this point, both by profession and through necessity.

Her knowledge of both native and Chinese horticulture also plays into her traditional medic abilities, as well as her ability to cook with what is on hand. She has also learned, purely by association with others, how to use other plants in the area as medicine as well, such as willow for fever and yarrow for bleeding.

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Name: Senli Hsiang
Age: 34
Personality:

Senli is very quiet and mysterious. Not only does she almost never speak, she moves silently, with such subtle grace and balance that she often seems to appear and disappear like a spirit. Her face offers almost no clue as to what is going on inside. When she does talk, her words are parsimonious and thoughtful. This quiet exterior hides a burning fury against injustice however, and she is capable of patiently crafting long-term plans for an enemy's destruction when straightforward combat isn't an option. Senli is gentle with children, and helpful to those in need, though she avoids drawing attention to herself unless absolutely necessary. Under circumstances of oppression, she obeys her orders without protest, yet never shows fear of her "betters," even when they yell at her or mistreat her. When she has free time, she will either read, or seek solitude so she can practice her martial arts or play haunting melodies on her flute. Senli does not care for firearms, and has not had the opportunity to own or use one.

Biography:

Senli was abandoned on the steps of a Buddhist convent as a baby. She was raised by nuns, and taught Wushu, Tai Chi, and Wing Chun martial arts, including the use of the jian (Chinese longsword), bladed chain whip (a long chain with a crosswise handle at one end and a small blade at the other), "iron flute," fan, chopsticks and staff, along with other traditional arts such as calligraphy and the flute (music). When she was 15, a corrupt Qing magistrate claimed that the convent was a hotbed of sedition, but what he really wanted was to pillage it and sell the women into slavery and prostitution. He attacked with a military detachment, and in the chaos, Senli escaped.

She began a career as a youxia, a wandering righter of wrongs. In addition to fighting ordinary criminals like bandits and opium dealers, she began a patient, subtle campaign against the magistrate. One by one, she exposed the corrupt dealings of his political allies, and got them removed from power or dealt with them herself. Finally, the magistrate himself was brought down. However, he had placed a high bounty on her, and a gang of martial artist assassins had offered to capture her for him. They tracked her down and overpowered her, but when they brought her in, the magistrate was gone, and with him, the promised bounty. Hoping to get at least something for her and get rid of her for good at the same time, they sold her to a foreigner who would take her far away from China: a British dealer in opium and human trafficking who bought her to be someone's exotic and expensive mail-order bride.

She was sold to the son of a Southern plantation owner who had brought some slaves to the frontier in hopes of adding to the family's holdings. Horrified by what she saw of slavery, and traumatized by her own treatment at her "husband's" hands, Senli struggled to learn enough English to conspire with the slaves and find freedom. Whenever her husband was not watching, she practiced her skills, which he did not suspect she had. During her captivity, she became pregnant against her will, but as soon as the baby was born, her husband strangled it; when his plantation was built and successful, he'd marry a White girl from a good family to be the mother of his children.

Finally, the time came to strike. Senli made sure her husband was thoroughly drunk, then slipped out of bed and into the night. She assassinated his most dangerous overseers and used their keys to un-chain the slaves, who rose up in revolt. By morning, her former husband found himself staring into the hateful eyes of those he had oppressed. Senli left it to the slaves to exact their revenge. His beaten and mutilated corpse was found hanging from a tree, dealt with exactly as he had treated slaves who attempted to escape or resist. His newly-constructed plantation house was burned to the ground.

Senli fled North with the former slaves until they escaped into Free territory, then parted ways. Unlike them, she did not have a community in the Northern cities to welcome her, nor could she even call herself an American citizen. Instead, she headed out into the frontier, where she could resume her path as a youxia, and perhaps someday find students and form a convent or monastery in some faraway, isolated location. Alone in nature, she found peace and recovery, until the winds blew her into a tiny town named Highland.

Weapons:

Staff, bladed chain whip (its blade is an elongated teardop with the chain attachment at the wide end; it is sharpened along the forward edges and point, and decorated with a yin-yang and Chinese characters for her convent, so that it can be worn disguised as a necklace). Her flute is made of steel, and she knows martial arts techniques that use it as a weapon; she can also weaponize her chopsticks. Jian (Chinese longsword)

Work Experience:

Senli has spent most of her career as a martial artist, but she can also perform the usual domestic chores, such as cooking, cleaning, and mending. During her travels, she has sometimes exhibited her martial arts Forms as dance to earn money to get by. This has also helped her get away with carrying her weapons as a performer's props.

Skills: Martial arts (Wushu, Tai Chi, and Wing Chun), including the use of the Jian, Bo (staff), chain whip, Iron Flute, fan, and chopsticks as weapons. She can also play the flute and craft Chinese calligraphy.

 

[Applo]

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BOUNTY HUNTERS ATTENTION

WANTED

☞ DEAD OR ALIVE ☜

"Henrietta Anne Summers"

★ CASH REWARD ★

★ PERSONALITY ★
Vivacious, vain, flighty, fast, hedonistic and harlot are all words that have been used by people who believe themselves to be of a certain standing to describe Henrietta. She pays them no mind. She saw how dull and unappealing life would be if those kind of people had their way and she wants no part of it. Why spend years working her fingers to the bone with tedious work when she could be the heart and soul of a party everyday and earn enough to buy what she wants far sooner.

★ BIOGRAPHY ★
Born in Fort Pierre, a small trading post in what was formerly Minnesota Territory, Henrietta was always a soul out of place. Her father was a trapper who worked a line north of the town while her mother tended to their small homestead. Both were hardworking pious people who were fiercely proud of what little they had. Their daughter was nothing like them at all. From a young age Henrietta always seemed to be longing for the prettiest dress or a new doll while also being particularly inclined to shirk her duties around the home either by playing with other children, staring vainly at a mirror or just losing herself in day-dreams.

For nigh on sixteen years her parents tried to beat and harangue their daughter into their strait-jacketed ways, but Henrietta was having none of it; she wanted the lights, glamour, excitement and money that she knew came with big city living. A month before her sixteenth birthday she packed up everything that she owned and more than a little that she didn't, walked out of the only home she had ever known and didn't look back. Her destination, the City of Kansas.

It took three weeks of traveling with a trade caravan to reach the booming city but when she arrived it was everything Henrietta had been dreaming of. There were people everywhere and the city pulsed to the sound of sawing wood, beating hammers as building were thrown as fast as possible to accommodate all the newcomers that the recently completed rail bridge across the Missouri River was attracting. What money Henrietta had didn't last long but in a town where men still vastly outnumbered women loose morals and a pretty face were all a girl needed and Henrietta had a very pretty face framed by long auburn hair and jeweled with deep green eyes.

Starting out as a saloon girl, Henrietta's job to fawn over customers and encourage them to buy drinks. The more they bought, the more she earned. Once room and board were paid for, most of her wages went on fine clothes and fine living. In an effort to earn more she also started dancing, both in dance halls and on stage. Over the next five years life settled into an extremely comfortable but increasingly dull routine. All that changed when a handsome stranger asked Henrietta for her dance card.

Arthur Summers was exciting. A wannabe outlaw from Cheyenne, Wyoming, he swept Henrietta off her feet with his good looks, silver tongue and big dreams. A little over two weeks after meeting him she was riding out of town on the back of his horse as his wife. Life as part of his roving gang of misfits and criminals was no way as comfortable as it had been in the city but it was infinitely more exciting. Roaming across the west, the Summers' Gang would stay in one town only for as long as it took to extract all the money they thought they could, from the populace.

Often Henrietta and the other woman in the gang would arrive in town first, ingratiating themselves amongst the populace in an attempt to gather information about who or what was worth the gangs attention. A rouse that Henrietta particularly enjoyed was to secure herself a position as a saloon girl. In the back country cow towns where men outnumber women even more than they had done in Kansas she could have half the town wrapped around her finger in a matter of days and get paid for it. Even if there was nothing much going on in town, working in the saloons gave Henrietta ample opportunity to pick pockets or guide well to do drunks into an alleyway where Arthur and the rest of the gang would lighten the poor souls load.

Perhaps it is a testament to her ability that the only times Henrietta was arrested was for minor crimes such as picking pockets or being drunk and disorderly. She never stayed in jail long. In most cowpoke towns a little outrageous flirting with the promise of more to come would get her cell door unlocked. If that failed Arthur was always prepared to kick down a few doors and paint the walls red for his beloved wife.

Naturally, life as an outlaw was also vastly more perilous than life as an upright citizen. Between other bandits, the law and righteous citizens there were plenty of people who would have liked to see the Summers Gang dead and buried and over the years several members were. Learning to handle a gun wasn't an option and over the years Henrietta became comfortable with repeating rifles, shotguns and six-shooters. Her preferred gun, however, was the jeweled derringer pistol that Arthur bought her as a wedding present. Little did she know at the time that that would be the gun to terminate her marriage.

Returning to a room, they had rented for a few days; Henrietta found her husband enthusiastically screwing a whore whom she had chased off only days earlier while Arthur had laughed at her being overprotective and jealous. JEALOUS! In a fit of pique Henrietta emptied both barrels of her derringer into the pair of illicit lovers before snatching up Arthur's Colt peacemaker from the end of the bed and emptying it into them too. Running downstairs and through the gathering crowd, Henrietta took Arthur's horse and fled with nothing but the clothes on her back, the guns in her hands, whatever was in the beasts saddlebags and grief in her heart. She stumbled on the invitation to Highland quite by accident in some nowhere town on the Utah Wyoming border. With no other prospects it was an opportunity she couldn't afford to squander. A growing town would have a saloon, and it would need whiskey girls and dancers.

★ WORK EXPERIENCE ★
Most of Henrietta's legit income has come from her work as a saloon girl. Her job was to create a comely atmosphere to help patrons relax and encourage them to buy drinks. She most certainly wasn't a whore. Her wages were based on the commission that she would make on each drink she caused to be bought. She also spent some time supplementing her income by being a dancer. This involved both dancing with paying customers and dancing dances such as the can-can on stage.

More recently, Henrietta made her living as an outlaw. While she often played the role of a saloon girl for the sake of gathering information, she also picked pockets, acted as a honey trap and on one memorable occasion acted as the inside woman on a bank robbery.

★ SKILLS★
Hostess: A saloon without saloon girls can be a dull and miserable place. Henrietta is good at creating an atmosphere that encourages drinks to flow; talking; singing; flirting, even playing poker. Helping people to relax and spend their money is Henrietta's bread and butter.

Dancer: Good looks, the ability to keep a rhythm and a desire for money made dancing a natural progression for Henrietta. Mostly she danced waltzes to schottisches with anyone willing to pay for the pleasure, but she also did some show dancing including the Can Can.

Pickpocket: Drunks made good targets for an aspiring pickpocket, even if they did notice Henrietta's roaming hands they were inclined to believe she was getting overly friendly rather than trying to rob them. Over the course of four years Henrietta got good enough that even most sober people didn't notice their valuables had been appropriated.

Seductress: Working as a saloon girl and a dancer requires a woman to make each and every customer think they are special. It is only a small step from that to making a person think that Henrietta thinks they are very special indeed; at the point she can get people to do almost anything she wants.

Good with a Gun: Being an outlaw is a violent life and one that is often lived by the gun. Arthur made sure that his wife was comfortable handling a firearm and Henrietta got enough practice that she could hit things more often than not.

 

[The Wanderer]

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Name: David

Age: 26

Personality:

David's a quiet guy, just barely enough to be a mute. The cause of said quietness isn't from some injury or social anxiety. The man just keeps his mouth shut and does whatever job is required of him. From upstanding honest work, to shady dealings. The man just wants to get money to build a life for himself and hopefully not die in the process. Now the man won't remain silent when someone talks to him, just don't expect any complex answers, and be ready to receive extremely blunt ones. Either that or a simple "Mhm" or a noise of some sort to 'voice' his answers to questions or whatever the topic of the conversation is.

Biography:

Born to a Native American mother and Mexican Father, David grew up a quiet farm boy. Helping his folks on their ranch and occasional errands to the nearby town or neighbor for supplies. However, things changed somewhat for the worse when a local oil baron started to hassle the family to sell their ranch and move somewhere else. The reason for this was because the ranch was built on a rather large store of oil, and the baron was looking to add more money to his collection.

But David's parents wouldn't give in, they built this ranch with their own money and with their own hands. And just when the baron finally stopped showing up or sending letters, or cronies hired by him to ask politely. Things looked to be perhaps turn out for the better, but in the middle of the night, fire overtook the barn and house. David's father ran out thinking that perhaps a lantern that was left on fell over or something. This train of thought was thrown out the window when he was shot dead the second he burst out the door. His mother wasn't very much successful in trying to get out of the burning deathtrap the house was made into. A beam broke loose and crashed right into her, pinning her down and damning her to a painful death. And David only got out through luck, the cellar door though locked had weakened from the flames, so the young teen charged through the weakened barrier and although suffering a burn that later go on to scar the upper right portion of his right arm and around his neck, he made it through. Running off into the night, the arsonists combined murderers didn't chase after him as they thought he'd be dead before morning due to the wildlife.

Although his injury did almost kill him, David managed to stumble upon a caravan due to a large town out west. The small group taking David and doing their finest to provide medical aid to him. Even though said aid was just holding cloth soaked with alcohol and ointment to the burns until they went from scabs that occasionally bled, to sore scars that ached for a good couple months after. David at this point did what he could while essentially homeless, his pleas to the sheriff earning him little beyond simple "We're working on it." To blunt "It's out of our jurisdiction."

Rather than charge out and seek revenge, David bided his time. Took work where he could, building up money and experience with fighting, especially with bladed weapons and even took a liking to using the good ol' fashion bow. Due to the outdated weapon's semi-silence when being used and less trouble when pulling up animal parts to sell. This in combination with David's track record with guns was less than desirable. The man could shoot, but it was more "Spray and pray" than much else. Eventually the young man took to bounty hunting, taking part with a posse of similar employed individuals. Claiming bounties and doing the odd jobs earned David a decent amount of money and companions to assist him with his task. Spending the money and using up whatever favors he had, David and a good few close friends snuck into the baron's home on a stormy night. Killing anyone that got in the way, as none of them wanted to take any chances for proper identification or anyone being able to point out the potential suspects that were David and his compatriots.

Their grisly task done, each of the group that was with David went their separate ways. David fleeing out of the state after using the last of his favors and money to bribe his "death" at the hands of a bounty gone wrong.

Now under a fake name of "Benjamin Lopez" David traveled to a particular town for a fresh start.

Work Experience:

David's past jobs that didn't involve hunting down criminals or whatever shady task included doing simple courier jobs, transporting goods from town to town, person to person. Hunting for meat and fur to sell to butchers. And whatever odd job he got offered. The man did whatever earned him money, favors and connections. Now for the less than honest work, so long as it didn't raise him into infamy or was too big to attract too much attention or get him killed a bit early. But he did smuggle, steal and do the occasional taking of a life. Not pretty, but ultimately required as it paid well and got him more favors.

Bounty Hunting was the main occupation he had, doing it from when he was nineteen to until he turned twenty-five when he was ready to partake in his goal. Tracking down and often taking bounties alive as sometimes they paid a bit extra for alive ones. To summarize, if it paid well and got favors and built a decent reputation to use for later usage.

Skills:

Survivalist: From tracking game to picking whatever is edible and avoiding what isn't, David's a reliable person to have with you when out hunting or surviving off of the land. A skill picked up during his years of being a bounty hunter, with trekking across the land doing courier jobs or simple part in a caravan job.

Stealth: Another skill picked up during his year as a bounty hunter, while not completely silent or able to pull seemingly magical disappearing acts, the man can still sneak past or up on someone, which when combined with his usage of knives and a bow makes the man quite the deadly individual at night.

Weaponry: David is uncannily skillful when handling a knife or bow and arrow, able to use both weapons as well as gunslingers can quickdraw their big iron on their hips. Which speaking of big iron, when it concerns firearms. David's skill does a complete one-eighty, faring no better than someone who barely has experience handling a gun. Sure he can load and fire a gun, just don't expect the man to be hitting most of his shots. In fact, just give him a shotgun. Anything else would be a waste of ammo and guns.

 

[Kuno]

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