~Where the West Wind Blows: A Western RP~

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{Mewmew503: Accepted!

I think about one more person and we can start.}

[{Bubbles}]

-I'll join later-

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{Fantastic; thanks!}

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(friendly bump x3)

[{Bubbles}]

Full Name: Faylin Sarah Hawthorn
Nickname: Fay
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality:She is more of the shy tipe of girl, once you know her she is outgoing and honest
History:After her parents died she got a job and know helps her older brother take care of their younger siblings
Job:Hotel Housekeeper
House: (Optional)
Crush: Loooking
Spouse: Nope
Children: 0 buts wants some
Pets: Her dog Jane

Full Name: Coulton Zachary Hawthorn
Nickname: Some people call him Zach
Gender:Male
Age:24
Personality:H e's nice, but tends to give the wrong impression *People can think him mean when he's not*
History:He took over taking care of his siblings when his parents died
Job:Rancher
House: (Optional)
Crush:Open
Spouse:Nope
Children: 0
Pets:His two dogs Fallen(Female) and Sun(Male)Sun- Fallen-

Full Name: Sammantha Thalia Hawthorn
Nickname:Sam or Thalia
Gender:Female
Age:5
Personality:Sweet, Loveing, Caring
History:She never met her parents,they where killed by outlaws when she was a day old
Job:Too young
House:lives with her oldest brother (Optional)
Crush:Nope
Spouse:Too young
Children:0
Pets:her kitten Minnow

Full Name: William Colin Hawthorn
Nickname:Will
Gender:Male
Age:5
Personality: He is very adventrious and dreams of becomeing Sheriff when he's older
History:He never new his parents they died when he was a day old
Job:Too young
House: (Optional)
Crush:Nope
Spouse:Nope
Children:0
Pets:He has a butterfly in a jar

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{ Accepted! I'll add them to the front page in a bit. I think we can start now. }

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Annette

She hopped down the steps of her house, her western boots making clunking sounds on each one. She had a wide, eager grin on her face this morning, and the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up. Her horse, Ginger, was out back in her barn; she walked around the back of her large house and headed towards the barn, planning to ride Ginger into town today. She swung open the large, red and faded barn doors, hearing a happy snorting and neighing coming from somewhere near the back. "Hey, Ginger girl!" Annette called out, picking her way through the hay-filled shed and finding Ginger in her stall. "Ready to go out for a bit?" She murmured to her horse, leaning over and stroking her muzzle. She opened the stall door, leading her horse out with the rope attached to its bridle.

Charlotte Rogers

The sultry saloon girl had already gotten dressed up for the day, her clothes and hair all done up. She strutted down the stairs of the hotel, a discrete smile spreading across her lips. She was full of confidence, and spunk, too. Once she reached the bottom step, and the floor, she began making her way towards the saloon, each step she took filled with purpose and happiness. She waved to people she knew, glanced at others she didn't; she very much enjoyed her job, here at the hotel. The saloon was already filled with happy, western music and drinks were being served as Charlotte pushed aside the two swinging doors to the entrance.

Sheriff Brady

He came walking into town, his rough leather boots crunching on the dirt and gravel beneath him. He looked around, observing his surroundings and making his way towards the Sheriff's station. He never did find any use for horses, for travel, but now with the growing heat and seemingly longer days, he might just have to go and buy one somewhere. Soon, her reached his little station, climbing the creaky, wooden steps to the front door. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and sorted through them until he found the correct one, sticking it in the keyhole and turning it left, waiting for the small clicking noise that he knew all too well. Once he heard it, he turned the doorknob and entered his musty, stuffy office, looking around with pleasure; he was quite pleased that they did not have anybody in jail right now, because they were just an absolute bother to take care of. Closing the door behind him, he tossed his keys onto his desk and sat down in his chair with a large, contented sigh.

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~ J A S O N ~
Bounty Hunter

Jason slipped into the paddock where Bandit was dozing peaceflly, Fanfit perched on his head. He smiled at the sight, horse and hawk, sleeping together. Putting two fingers in his mouth, he whistled shrilly and Fafnir took off into the air, Bandit giving Jason a look of pure disgust. Jason chuckled softly and went over to fetch his saddle, hanging up on a rack on the wall. He set it gingerly on Bandit's back, and tightened the girth to his satisfaction. Then he slid the bridle gingerly into Bandit's mouth, the horse chewing the air in displeasure. He let out anouther whistle as he mounted Bandit and held out his arm as Fafnir landed faithfully on it, giving a squak of boredom.
"Oh hush." he lightly scolded the bird, lightly digging hisheels into Bandit's side. The horse, now with new energy surged forward and Fafnir took off again, staying directly above them as tey raced away from his small home and towards the bar. bandit pulled up to a halt at the entrance and Jason dismounted, tieing Bandit to a pole next to it. "Be good you two." He told them, giving them a look much like a mother would give her toddler. He then pushed aside the swinging doors and stepped into the bar, fingering the hilt of his gun, shoved in his belt.

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Billy "Bronco" Nyx

Billy opened his eyes, blinking slightly. He shifted his weight on the small wooden bunk that served as his bed, the sheet haphazardly spread across him. Morning sunlight filtered through the cracks in the battered shack. It may be crumbling above him; but the small lean-to offered him comfort and a place to rest.
Slowly he got up, slipping his jet black cowboy boots over his jeans, that he had slept in. He walked across the small cabin, his spurs chinking against the rotten floorboards. Billy reached out, plucking a light shirt of the make shift cabinet, pulling it over his arms, buttoning it up. Slowly he fixed his belt around his waist, slipping his revolvers into the holsters. As a final touch, he picked his black Stetson up from the worktop and pushed it firmly over his messy black hair. He turned striding out of the shack with purpose to his step.
The door slammed behind Billy as he walked out into the opened sunlight. He slowly surveyed his surroundings carefully; with a keen, well-trained eye. Once everything was to his satisfaction he lowere his guard, letting himself survey his surroundings. A smile played on Billy's lips as he took in the large golden slopes that surrouded his secluded home. A growl broke his thoughts and his pupils flittered onto the source.
"Shut up Mac." Billy scolded, inmediatly silencing the cattle dog. The mutt lay down, eying his master warily from the shadows. Billy's eyes trailed a bit further down the gulch; near the start of the small stream. There, grazing, was his loyal chestnut gelding. He pursed his lips, letting out a low whistle. Billy watched with pleasure as Tex's head shot up and the cutting horse let out a whinny, before turning and making his way slowly up to gulch toward Billy.
Once he had greeted the gelding, Billy tacked him up in his engraved black tack. Billy then proceeded to tie a bandana around his face; hiding his nose and mouth, before pulling himself up into the saddle. He drew Tex quickly to the right before spurring him on. They trotted quickly out of the hidden gulch and into the open plains.