Into the West (Western) Still Accepting!)

[~Dixie~]

.:Username:. WildWesternLove
.:Character Name:. Chris Dallmann
.:Age:. 21
.:Personality:. Chris is a fun-loving guy, he likes to play. Then on the other hand he can be very strict and follow whatever rules he can. He can be detached, and will sometimes go out of his way to do some things that shouldn't be done. He is independent character. If he is in danger, he will kill, he is wanted in a few states for just defending himself. Chris is very hard working, he wants to make a living for himself and a new life, and in order to do that he has to put in a lot of effort. He is just afraid that if the one he likes learns of his past, they will become afraid of him and turn him into the law. He hopes that never happens, for knowing what he did was wrong, he has changed.
.:Profession:. (ex. Indian, Pioneer, etc.) Ex-Soldier, he is a Wanted man.
.:What made you come out to the West?:. He came out with the 9th Cavalary, to guard forts.
.:History:. When he came out with the Cavalary, the squad he was with was attacked by Indians. Most of the soldiers were killed, but a few escaped, including him. He was found by a group of travellors in a wagon train, nursed back to health and let him off at the next town they were at. After that, he went into a gang, robbing banks, stage coaches, stealing cattle and horses. He left that life and is now wandering throughout the prairie.
.:Crush:. None yet, but is hoping to find a wife and raise a family.
.:Your choice of Weapon(s):.(Rifles/Revolvers of that era, small knives) He owns a Winchestor 1886 repeating Rifle with two Colt revolvers, chambered in .44-40, and a skinning knife.
.:Form of Transportation:. He owns a Blue Roan gelding named Tex. He had bought Tex as a foal, raised and trained him.
.:Other:. No, none currently. ****NONE OF THE PICTURES IN MY FORMS ARE MINE!!****

[~Dixie~]

Bump!

[~Dixie~]

(I guess we can start!)

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

Its been four years since the attempt to kill her Chief by the White men, and the four years she has been hunting the men down that tried, and thankfully failed. Since then, her tribe has moved more than ever before, trying to escape the Soldiers hunting them down and to follow the herds of buffalo that have been disappearing. Sighing, Alex takes out her binoculars and scans the horizon. She has only seen a few Antelope around, but no Buffalo. Because of the White Man, the herds have gone from hundreds of thousands to only a few hundred left, maybe even less. Chevy, looks around, ears forward, but stands still. He then nips at the still somewhat tall grass around him, waiting for Alex to signal to move on. Alex puts her binoculars away back into the saddle bags, taking the reins to her faithful Mustang and companion, she gives him a gentle nudge forward. Picking his head up, Chevy walks ahead at a leisurely pace, conserving energy until they could reach a watering hole. Adjusting her cowboy hat, Alex looks ahead, they should soon be coming to a town, to get some ammunition, food, and some rest.

Name: Chris Dallmann
Profession: Ex-Soldier, Wanted
Crush: Single

Chris waits in a secluded canyon with a few other men. Waiting in the heat for the Stage Coach was getting tiresome, but they needed money they said. Chris gets up and heads to Tex, taking his Canteen from his saddle, Tex nudges him and Chris pats his neck, he knew that the horses needed water. But they couldn't leave, not until the Stage Coach came and robbed, then they could leave and celebrate at the nearest town at the Saloon. While Chris was tending to Tex, the other men talk about the Whiskey, money, and Women. Chris shakes his head, he wasn't interested in any of that, he just wanted the money he got from the Stage Coach to make a new living for himself, and start a family. A man on a Chestnut barrels down the canyon shouting, "The Coach is coming! The Coach is coming!" Chris gathers Tex's reins and quickly mounts up, Tex is ready to go and eager to run. The rest of the men jump on their horses, all gallop to the spot where they would ambush the Stage Coach that was fastly approaching.

[~Dixie~]

Bump!! Still accepting!! The more people join, the funner it will be.

[django.]

((oh lord, f*cking matt damon xD))

Nino sat cross-legged on the dusty wooden porch outside his father’s mercantile. His trousers strained to keep together as he leant forward to reach one of the many items sprawled out in front of him. Originally, he’d been tasked with building a small dog house for the townspeople, but now most of the nails he’d been given were embedded in the porch wood, and most of the paint stained his arms and chest. What he’d ended up making more resembled a tall table, with its legs stuck deep in the porch wood. Biting his tongue to concentrate, Nino tried to wipe the paint onto the legs of the creation from off of his arms. Soon his father came out, and he frowned. “No malo, hijo,” he muttered, ruffling Nino’s hair. Nino beamed up at his ageing father. “More wood!” He called as his father inspected the wooden tangle. His father nodded and went back inside, Nino calling “Y more paint!” after him.

Nino stood up and wiped himself down, before stepping off the porch and onto the softer dirt street. It was a good day.

((no malo, hijo = not bad, son. Apparently. I don't speak spanish ^^))

[Leviathan007]

.:Username:.
Leviathan007
.:Character Name:.
Henry Pickett
.:Age:.
27
Personality
Henry is an honest, hard-working man. He may not be smart, but he's resourceful. The word 'No' is not exactly in his vocabulary, he was raised to be kind, not bitter. To treat everyone fairly, or in other words:'Treat them how you would like to be treated', is what his ma' always said.
He respects woman, views them as princesses, not play toys.
He takes himself and his job seriously, but when he's off-duty, he's one heck of a funny guy to be around.
Profession
Deputy
.:What made you come out to the West?.:
He was born here.
.:History:.
Henry grew up on a poor farm, rounding up cattle and harvesting crops. It was tiring work, all day and sometimes all night they pushed through. All that labor paid off, because his inheritance had been his father's whole life savings, enough to own the town, he may reckon. But instead of using that money to do something expensive, he stored it in a bank account, and lives in his own house by the river.
Today he is the local deputy, and tries his best to maintain order, watch out for Indies, and justify evil.
.:Crush:.
Nahimana Tsula
.:Your choice of Weapon(s):.
A shotgun
.:Form of Transportation:.
His trusty steed Maximus
.:Other:.
None




.:Username:.
Leviathan007
.:Character Name:.
Lylu Makawee
.:Age:.
Young Adult {17-19}
Personality
Lylu does not speak English. Period. Although, ironically, she can read any other language. Having lived with scholars in Asia, where she comes from. She is not friendly toward strangers, but treats everyone in her tribe like her own kin. A real nature freak, her family is all around her, in the forest, in the river, in the sky. She believes in spirits, and all that hocus pocus. If you tried to make her see differently, she'd probably backhand you without a second thought.
Profession
Healer
.:What made you come out to the West?.:
Her tribe travels from place to place.
.:History:.
She is the chief's younger daughter. Everyone refers to her as Lyla or Lulu, except her father, who calls her 'her precious gem'. He would start a war if anything happened to her.
A long time ago, as a little girl, she got lost in the woods, the wolves found her tangled in some thicket bushes. They licked away her wounds, and raised her for a couple months. Until one of the other indans from her village spotted her running with the pack. They 'rescued' her, even when she growled and snarled like a real wolf. It took years for her to mentally heal, but she still retains some of the wolf's language, and visits them in the forest whenever she can.
Now she practices as a healer, and is getting quite good at it. Although a bullet wound continues to puzzle her, she can cure pretty much any sickness.
.:Crush:.
She is to be engaged soon. But does not know who.
.:Your choice of Weapon(s):.
A dagger formed from crystal in a mountain.
.:Form of Transportation:.
She walks wherever she goes.
.:Other:.
She treats wolves as her equals.

[~Dixie~]

(Do you not like Matt Damon?? Yeah...I don't speak spanish either. Accepted!! And Welcome!)

Fort Hawley, Montana 1867

Name: Alex Steele
Indian Name: Nahimana Tsula
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Crush: Single

Alex looks up at the Fort gates to Fort Hawley. Chevy snorts, but continues forward, Alex guides him to the Livery Stables. Dismounting, Alex walks Chevy inside and meets the man who runs the stable, "He needs grain and a couple days rest." The old man nods, "Okay, there is a stall over there for him. That will be two dollars." Alex nods, "Thank you." She hands the old man the money. She leads Chevy to the stall. Tying him, she takes off his tack and puts it on the stall rail. Rubbing him down, a young boy comes and gives her the grain. Smiling at him and thanking him, Alex puts the grain into a bucket. Chevy ravenously gets into it, enjoying his meal. Alex smiles and pats him on the neck, she says in Sioux, "Sleep and rest well little brother, and may the Great Spirit watch over you." Chevy looks at her, then continues eating. Leaving the Livery Stable, she walks over to the General store, entering she goes and looks for ammunition and food. She needed to continue searching for the Wanted men. She couldn't stop the chase for only a few days.

Name: Chris Dallmann
Profession: Ex-Soldier, Wanted
Crush: Single

Chris looks down at the track where the Stage coach would be riding on, he along with two other men were to rush out onto the track after the Coach, while a the rest would run out and cut the Coach off the track. Chris waits, Tex impatiently paws at the ground, ready to go.

[Leviathan007]

{Thank you! Is there anything I should know about the setting before I start off? [that isn't already on the front page] }

[~Dixie~]

{Thank you! Is there anything I should know about the setting before I start off? [that isn't already on the front page] }

(No, not that I can think of. Its currently Spring...go ahead and find which town you want your character to be the Deputy in if you like.)

[Leviathan007]

Henry Pickett patrols Rocklin and Wadsworth monthly for criminal activity. There are always some greedy pick-pocketers, swindlers, and sometimes even drunk fights. But lately, there hasn't been any murders. Thank the Lord. And count his prayers that old Black Billy didn't show up again to raid some bank, or he'd be dead where he stood.
The sun was hotter then coffee in July. And it was only spring, which is the azure sister of autumn. The only two officers on duty were him and Jack, who had a mustache that rose and fall like seaweed on an ebb-tide.
Although today they had been assigned to Fort Hawley, who were short-handed. After they checked in, and stayed for a couple hours, they would hitch a ride back home on the train, which was much better then riding a horse.
He strolled into the local saloon, wishing to quench his thirst with a few shots of brandy."Hit me." He told the bartender, then swerved around to stare at the other folk who resided in the bar, keeping an eye out for trouble-makers.

Lylu dabbed some elixir on the flesh wound, Brother Bear had cut himself in battle. Their tribe of Apache had been at war with the neighboring brethren over a scandal involving a man from their tribe and her older sister. The main ingredient of the medicine she applied was cocoa, surprising but true, it had magical healing powers that not many would imagine.
After she had done that, she wrapped some bandage, made of thin animal skin, around his wound arm, then looked up and smiled."You will live to see another day." Lylu loved to see all the happy faces of her cured patients, it almost made it worth it when people died under her care.
After Brother Bear had exited her tent, Chief Makawee entered. The corners of his lips turned up in a soft smile. He had clear complexion and hardly any wrinkles to hint his age. But his eyes were full of wisdom, suggesting he may be older then the moon and the stars."My daughter. It is good to see you." Lylu nodded, grinning, she leaped forward and embraced him. They hardly ever saw each other now that the war had started.