On the Backs of Horses || Old West RP || Semi-Lit || Open

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[Jaytheunicorn]

(writing down mine ^.^)

[Space & Gravity]

Username:
Secrecy
Name:
Heove ' exanehe || Yellow Eyes
(( Gotten from Link given for Cheyenne names ))
Age:
21 Years
Gender:
Women
Race:
Cheyenne Indian
Appearance:
With skin the color of cream and eyes as yellow as a wolf's, Yellow Eyes is one with such beauty she just doesn't seem to understand. She stands at a height as any other woman would, with such little weight. She is rather muscular, just enough to be able to give off a small fight.
Occupation:
Medicine Woman
Personality:
Yellow Eyes is like no other. She prefers to be left alone, doing her own thing. She is very independent as she will simply reject anyone's help. She can be cruel when wanted, which is something she does enjoy doing. Considering she is a Medicine Women, she is familiar around death, in which is not afraid of. Yellow Eyes may seem cold and ruthless at the beginning, though when spoken with respect and treated correctly, she'll show you how she really is.
Alliance:
"None. I believe in peace and harmony, in which our kind and the White Men should be living in. We were all born the same, and we should all be treated as it is."
Pets/Animal Partners:
Ho ' honahke || Little Rock

History:
Born and raised in the Tribe, Yellow Eyes carries her people's spirit in her blood. She has wandered off many times, in which resulted in the capturing and enslavement of White Men. She's learned many things, which she'll carry along with her.
Other:
Pie. Ooh sweet, yummy pie. Pie is a delicious desert, in which I am currently craving. Apple is the best (in my opinion) especially with whip cream all over it. The crust is simply a add-on to the apples, though without them, the pie would fall apart, of course. I thank who ever invented the pies, because without them, Thanksgiving wouldn't be as delicious. I rest my case.

[raibee.]

{Accepted~}

{Also, a note to the next person who joins, please make a male character.}

[Space & Gravity]

Thanks! Uum.. Shall we begin? c:

[Jaytheunicorn]

Username:
jaytheunicorn
Name:
krysten delarose
Age:
twenty-one
Gender:
female
Race:
caucasian
Occupation:
doctor
Personality:
krysten is a very loud, self-confident, and sassy women... and she knows it. she hates how women don't get a word in things and aren't listened to very much, which made her follow the medical path to be in the action. she isn't like most of the women because of her traits and personality; she can be two-faced when she chooses to, and she can manipulate most people with her charm, good looks, and lies. she's very dominant and loves to be first choice. krysten refuses to ever be dominated or told to do something, which leads to trouble in her case since she always figures out to find someone else to do it. she's been labeled a heartbreaker and a backstabber, but whenever it comes to her very good friends, she always has their backs and would take a bullet for them. even though she has a strickening and horrible reputation, she has a secret side she refuses to show to anybody.
Alliance:
krysten prefers to ally with nobody since it ends up to betrayal at the end, but if she needs to run to anybody, she'll usually end up at the white men's feet.
Pets/Animal Partners:
x miccosukee; stallion
History:
krysten was born into a family of ranchers. she was raised and loved, spoiled and treasured by a barbie-perfect mother and a overly-strict father. she has three other siblings, making her the second oldest next to three brothers. growing up, krysten was given a gray and white spotted pony who she named miccosukee. her father would lecture her every day on how she'd be the best horse rider in town and how her and her brothers would race across the desert mountains, across the forest and lakes, and make fairy tales how they'd take down every native american who got in their way. once krysten hit thirteen and made friends with a native american kid she came across in the woods, she changed her thought of career into becoming a doctor and helping others. when her father found out of the forbidden friendship, he was angered and disowned her and ever since then, krysten lived with her aunt and uncle.
once she was sixteen and when she believed she had a voice and her own choice in things, she was stomped on and forced to tape her mouth. she was angered by this and refused to be told what to do and rebelled. since then, she refuses to listen to anybody and finds ways on doing her own things... even if it leads to violence or argument.
Other:
- birthmark of a leaf on her left hip-bone
themesongs:
- panic! at the disco : the ballad of mona lisa


Username:
jaytheunicorn
Name:
zachary solix
Age:
twenty-five
Gender:
male
Race:
Caucasian
Occupation:
rancher
Personality:
zachary has a very nice, understanding, and fun personality. he's a gentlemen when it comes to ladies but when he's with his friends, he's a party animal. he's been labeled as a loyal and trusted man in the town and he won't let anybody ruin his reputation. he's extremely smart and quick in action, agile, and muscular. when it comes to work, he takes it seriously. he gets offended when people call ranching an easy task and job, because it isn't.
Alliance:
white men
Pets/Animal Partners:
he has several horses, but prefers charlie;
x
History:
when zachary was four, his mother had passed away from a horrible illness that has struck town. he was raised as an only child and by his father, an anti-social man who rarely showed any love or feelings to anybody, not even him. growing up by himself, he had a farm and a couple of animals that he called his friends. he remembered picking his mother's horse, charlie when the stallion was only two years old. he grew up wanting to be a rancher like his mother was and decided he didn't want to be in his father's shadow. once he was in middle school, he broke out of his shell and became the popular and well-liked man he is now.
Other:
n/a

[raibee.]

{Sure. c: Also, Secrecy, as a reminder, my character Kaya is an apprentice to the Medicine woman.}

The sun loomed over the earth, resting in its noontime position. The clouds stretch themselves throughout the sky, periodically shadowing the ground beneath them whenever the clouds' arms would reach in front of the sun. And completing the day's ideal conditions was the ever-blowing breeze which carried the cool air of autumn to the town of Alpine Creek.

In the town of Alpine Creek, there dwelled some of the most interesting people one could ever hope to come across. One of these interesting people was a man named Emmett Thorton. He was the local saloon owner, and though the alcohol he sold was appreciated by the townspeople, Mr. Thorton himself wasn't thought of particularly fondly. He was a rather cold, standoffish person and didn't much associate with people he didn't know. While he was never out and out rude to people he'd just met, his brusque exterior managed to push just about everyone in his personal life away.

And, just as Emmett's personal life had been fairly stagnant, so had the business at his saloon. With the threat of the attack from the natives, people had begun to leave. Only a few loyal customers remained. "Can I get you a drink?" Emmett inquired after one of his guests in the most polite tone he could manage.

"Nah, but I'd like a crack at one of yer saloon gals if ya got any," The rather scruffy looking man grinned cheekily, handing Emmett the money for one of the gals. "Come on, darlin'. I'll show you what a real man is like." He crooned, leading the giggling woman away into the back bedroom. Emmett watched the two go with a sigh. Disgusting, He thought to himself and went to attending another customer.

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About twenty miles north-west of Alpine Creek lay a reservation designated for the natives. On the reservation, life was a bit more exciting than the sleepy town of Alpine Creek. Hunters had just returned from their morning hunt. "The spirits have blessed you, brothers." Chief White Hawk greeted his hunters with a warm smile. "We will have a great feast tonight." He nodded at the women behind him, who had already begun to carry away the buffalo meat in order to prepare it.

"Ah, Black Moon," The chief stopped one of the hunters as they began to disperse. "Have you seen my daughter?" He inquired in Cheyenne. The hunter merely shook his head with a sigh. The chief nodded in understanding and motioned for the hunter to continue in his path.

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Kaya sat proudly on her horse, Hotohke. It wasn't everyday the young woman could escape from the burden of tribal life and she was glad to be able to merely look out over the plains she called home. And while the plains were her home, the mountain on which Kaya and Hotohke were standing had become her sanctuary. She went there whenever she felt herself being torn away from her connection to the spirits. Being on the mountain top reminded her of the power of the Creator.

Inhaling sharply, Kaya's mind drifted to the white men. They were always taking and never giving. Though some white men were decent, most were afraid of the natives. Kaya huffed indignantly. Cowards. We are not afraid of them, why should they fear us? Sighing, Kaya picked up the Hotohke's reins. "Lets go back home," She turned the mare, urging her into a trot, then a canter. I hope Yellow Eyes won't be too upset. Kaya thought to herself, cringing at the thought of her mentor angry.

[raibee.]

{Accepted}

[V I N T A G E.]

Sam walked into the Saloon and could here the disgusting sounds coming from the back-"Gross"-She thought to herself as she sat down at the bar looking at Emmett-"Can I get something I really don't care what just something moist."-She said buttoning up a button on her blue and white plaid shirt-"Who's in the back?"-She asked looking at it in horror as she looked back at the boy behind the counter- "I need away to get back to my parent's ranch without going onto Native territory."-She said with a smile-"Can you help?"-She smiled as she twirled an empty glass with her finger-