The Age of Steam and Steel [Realistic Wild West RP]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[A'ight. So, if you can make a male character, do that. Also, Lucky Jack needs more people to help him.]

[~Erica~]

(sure I can do that)

[starry--knight]

[edited my form and added another character^^]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Cool beans. Starry, both of yours are accepted. Erica, Alonzo is accepted and the other will be as soon as you finish. Also, remember that not everyone can be a crack shot.]

[~Erica~]

(I know, he's the only one who is and I'm done now)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I wasn't speaking directly to you, it was just a reminder.]
[Alright, people, everything is updated. If I made any mistakes, please let me know ^^ I'm going to wait tonight to see if we get any last-minute joiners, and we'll start tomorrow morning.]

[~Erica~]

(Never hurts to make sure *shrug* anyways. Bump)

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

HELP WANTED.
Bravery and obedience a plus. If interested, see Wolfhorsegurl3.
Name: Emerald Marie Antoinette.
Also Known As: The Wolf

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Description: Emerald is a very good looking young lady. She is pretty tall for a woman, around 5'8, though she is 5'10 when she has her boots on. She was born tan, for her mother was a Cherokee Indian, but years working on her parents' farm and being out in the sun have given her a golden glow. Emerald's dark brown hair is very thick, thanks to her mother, but also very curly, thanks to her Irish father. She also gets her emerald green eyes from her Irish father, and sometimes she wishes she didn't have them. Eyes like hers make it very hard for a person to forget her. Emerald has a very curvacious body and a slightly big bust that she will use to her advantage if needed, though she often wears mans clothing so it's not too noticeable. She normally wears a white button up long sleeve t-shirt, jeans, her brown worn out cowboy boots, newly stolen brown cowboy hat, and a brown trench coat jacket. She always wears a gun belt with two silver pistols on it, and a dagger hidden in each boot.

Personality: Emerald started being known as The Wolf by her Cherokee mother many years ago. Emerald has always been a leader, never a follower. She has to be in charge, the alpha. She hates taking orders and being bossed around, especially by somebody she doesn't get along with. Like some wolves, Emerald prefers to howl alone. She doesn't like traveling in big groups most of the time, though sometimes, on rare occasions, she'll make an exception and travel with the pack. When Emerald is with a group of people that she trusts, she can be very loyal and eager to please. She is very kind, funny, and caring once she gets to know you. But if Emerald doesn't like you, watch out. She can be very rude and aggressive. She's not afraid to fight, and sometimes she'll start a fight just for fun. She won't hesitate to put you in your place. She never backs down from a challenge. She is very brave and courageous, and sometimes even reckless. She'll let a crazy idea get the best of her and she'll try and accomplish something nobody would dare do. She's sly and cunning, very good with words, so tricking people comes easy to her. She isn't like most women of her time. She hates dresses and acting proper. She'd rather be swilling whiskey and riding off into the sunset, which she often does. Though one thing she has in common with most women is that she would love to find a husband. Not some husband her parents pick out for her, a husband she finds on her own, somebody she really loves. Though she couldn't just go with anybody, even this outlaw has standards.

Skills: Horseback riding, shooting, singing, lying.
Likes: Horses, wolves, handsome men, hurting people, alcohol, flirting.
Dislikes: Loosing, being bossed around, dresses, idiots, people who think they are better then her, disappointing people.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Accepted.]
[Alright, everyone. Introduce your characters, but they're not to meet Billy or Jack until each of them gets around to picking them up.]

Jack Aubrey had been riding hard most of the day and he could tell that his horse was getting tired. California was a hot place, dusty and dry, but he could see the glint of sun on water up ahead. He slowed his horse to a trot until they came upon the mostly-dry stream, and then he reined up hard and dismounted. This would be an alright place to stay for the night; he'd rise early in the morning and ride before the sun got too hot. Jack removed his saddle and set it on the ground, then did the same with reins and bit. The halter he left on, so that he could tie up his horse when it got to being dark. Jack settled himself on the ground and drank water from his canteen, fanning himself with his hat. The horse leaned down to drink from the stream. As he rested, the cowboy thought about what he needed to do. Black Billy was on of the most notorious criminals in the west, but Jack hadn't cared until the outlaw crossed a line and kidnapped his sister. He couldn't mount a rescue on his own- Black Billy was said to be in cahoots with two of the best gunmen this side of the Mississippi. It was a problem, and a tough one at that. He would have to ride to the nearest outpost and recruit a few hands to help him. He didn't think it would be too much of a problem, considering that the reward on Black Billy's head was enough to set one man up comfortably for the rest of his life. Even split between three or four people, it would be enough to buy a few acres of ground and maybe even a good mule. As soon as his horse was done drinking, it wandered off to crop what little grass grew near the water. Jack watched the great grey beast, wishing for just a moment that his life could be that simple.

William O'Hara was angry, and that was a certain fact. He hadn't thought that this girl, Charlotte whatever, would be such a pain in the ass. For someone who was easy to kidnap, she was making more trouble than she was worth. Eventually he had been forced to bind her arms and feet, gag her, and throw her over his horse just to get back to the canyon in which he and his gang had been hiding for the past week or so. When he got there he tossed her down contemptuously without untying her, and left her to lie a while in the dirt while he rounded up his gang. Right now it was just him and two boys, Tommie and a guy who called himself Bullet. Both of them were sharpshooters; luckily, Tommie wasn't so smart and Bullet was good at following orders. It was getting on dark, but there was time to talk to them before they started thinking about sleeping. "Oi," he said, kicking Tommie in the gut to wake him up from a nap. "Lissen up, boyohs. We've got a girl on our hands who's worth a ransom, but she's a heapload o' trouble. We're gonna need a watch on her so as she don't run off. We're needin' to go on a recruitin' run too, tomorrow. See as yer ready."

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald sighed and blinked the sun out of her eyes. She had done more blinking in the last few hours then she had the rest of her life it seemed. The sun was high in the sky and as hot as ever. She had already shed off her heavy trench coat and her mans shirt. All she had on now was a sleeveless, dirty white shirt, her jeans, and her hat and boots. Her clothing was resting on her stallion's back, right behind her saddle. She felt mighty sorry for her horse, for the Arab stallion was as black as a moonless night, and today's heat hadn't done anything to help him. They hadn't found water all day so every once and a while she would stop and give him some water from her canteen, drinking none herself. She had run out of water a few hours ago though. Em had no idea where she was, so she didn't know where to find any water. All she knew was that she needed to keep heading north west, towards the coast. That's what Dusty had told her to do, and Dusty was her best friend, so she trusted him and followed his advice. She remembered that day when he told her as if it were yesterday. She had said, "Dusty, I can't live like this. Papa will be marryin me off soon, I can't do it. I wanna go west, get away from here." Dusty just smiled and shook his head. "I knew you would say something like that sooner or later." And all that day the two had made preparations for her to leave that night. He let her borrow some of his clothes, and even his saddle. He offered to let her take a horse, but she refused. She couldn't leave her baby, Diablo, behind. But that had been three years ago, she didn't know if her parents and Dusty thought she was dead, but she didn't care. She was finally free. And even though she rarely had a roof over her head, or food in her belly, she was happy. The money wasn't a problem, she had her ways of getting it, so she always had enough for some whiskey when she needed it. It was just her horse and the open range, as it should be. With a small smile she gave Diablo a pat and urged the stallion into a slow, leisurely trot. "Just gotta keep going." she muttered to herself.