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

[Vanendra]

Viletta glowered at her fiancé. "put the knife down, i jus wanna talk."somehow their argument heated up into a fight. He was drunk again and had slapped her whn she told him that he couldn`t have another drink. "Now look here, just stop drinkin' so we can go visit my folks."She was trembling and just wanted to go home. He didn't like her little ''sober up'' talk and struck Viletta just as she spun around to sheild herself. She yelped as she felt pain blaze across her back. He paused at the sight of blood.''Vi...I didn' mean ta...'' Viletta stood up, a mad look in her eyes.''you're a monster!'' she cried before heading outside to her horse. ''I ain't never comin' back.'' she swore to herself as she rode off towards town for some bandages.

[starry--knight]

Demitri nodded his head simply, it was easy enough, after all he always came prepared. He remained resting on the ground, his hands placed folded behind his head, his hat now tipped over his eyes as to keep them from view. He hadn't given much thought to what he had said about the lady. To be honest he didn't even hear her name, but no matter she was just another damsel they had hijacked for some extra pay. He tipped his hat back up, his cropped brown hair now moderately in sight. Curiously he watched the squirming girl who was practiacally tied up at his feet, but he didnt linger too long before turning his attention to that good for nothing man beside him. Apparently he was called Tommie, but giving him a name didn't change the fact that Demitri practically hated the a-cursed man's soul. His eyes darkened some just looking at him. The groggy man beginning to wake up after being kicked like a mangy dog. Demitri just rolled his eyes in annoyance before getting confterable once again.

Thomas stood at the edge of a horse corral, his steed Gerico, well his 'newly caught, spitfire horse' he got Gerico was racing around it's edge's spitting hot air from his enlarged nostrils. The stallion reared up, before pounding it's hooves upon the dusty ground, sending up a cloud of California soil. Thomas held the rope firmly in his hand, wiped his brow of the collected sweat and moved inside the tiny corral to teach this wild thing who was boss. Immediately as he entered the large black thing turned it's head, eyes appearing to glow red out of sheer anger and disgust. It charged forwards with a ferocious neigh, attempting to send his captor flying from his prison. Thomas sidestepped, moving rather hastily now. He dropped a portion of the rope from his grasp, the large loop now in full view and ready to go to work. With a hearty throw, the lasso coiled itself around the stallions thick neck. A smile quickly spread across his face, but it was a bit too early to celebrate. The beast roared to life again, bucking and rearing like hell was inside of em'. Thomas backed up, it was always a thrill to do his work this way. As the stallion grew weary, Thomas made his move forwards, his hand resting upon the warriors face. As their eyes met, the fires that once had roared inside the stallions eyes were cooled and had disappeared. Thomas pat the beast upon the neck before swinging himself onto his back without complaint. He truly was an animal whisperer, and rightfully deserved such a title.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald raised an eyebrow as Diablo stopped short, sending her almost toppling out of the saddle. The jet black stallion swiveled his ears and tossed his head, sending out an ear splitting whinny. Emerald put one hand over her ear and pulled on the reigns with the other. "Come on, Diablo. There's nothing over there." she reprimanded. But truth was, Diablo could hear Gerico, for they weren't that far apart. Emerald was just too tired and thirsty to pay attention to anything. Diablo stomped his hoof and flicked his tail, refusing to move. He wanted to go see who was over there. Emerald narrowed her eyes and gave Diablo a kick with her spur-less heel. She didn't want to waste any time. She wanted to keep moving and hopefully find some water. "Move it along, Diablo." she commanded, her voice firm. Diablo put his ears back, sighed, and reluctantly agreed, working back into the slow trot he had been keeping up before.

[solo]

((*pops in* HEY WILDMAGIC! Ahhhh this looks like an amazing RP you got going! I would love to join!
Just one kwestion: I know you said "In their 20's" so I'd be fine obliging otherwise, but I was wondering if I could have a character who is 19? It's okay if you don't want a 19 year old running around, but I was just wondering xD))

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(I'm pretty sure there is a 19 year old character already so I think she would be fine with it :~) )

[rawrz .]

Woah woah woah XD I gotts join dis! idk if I'll have time to finish, coz i'm bout to leave haha

[solo]

((K, I'll just post this for now ))

WANTED!
For the crimes of robbery, murder, and general lawlessness.
DEAD OR ALIVE.
Name: Alexander Friday
Also Known As: Coyote

Gender: Fellow
Age: 20, but could pass for 16 xD
Description: Alex is a rather unassuming looking guy. Usually has a pokerface on, except when smirking. He has light chestnut brown hair that's long enough so that it sometimes gets in his eyes, but he never lets it get too long. He often has little whisps of it that stick up on the top of his head, but he doesn't care. He is of normal height, but lanky, skinny, and narrow hipped, giving him a gangly, slightly disproportioned appearance. Because he's built like a beanpole, he looks taller than he really is. He has long fingers and is overall built wiry and for running. He has many freckles, especially across his high cheek bones and nose. One of the most distinct things about him is his eyes. They are a bright golden yellow, which earned him his nickname, "Coyote", from a young age. Always clean shaven. Even though his clothes are generally cheap and he'll wear something till it's threadbare, he at least tries to be somewhat neat. He is never, ever seen without a bandanna around his neck, usually his dark green "lucky" bandanna or a red one. Most often wears a basic white long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, plain black pants, a simple dark brown vest sometimes, ordinary scuffed brown boots, you get the point- Alex is very practical. He has a worn brown cowboy hat that was his dad's that he wears when it's sunny.

Personality: Alex is quite, but in a menacing kind of way. Though at first glance his thin build and youthful appearance aren't very threatening looking, his yellow gaze is constantly flicking around, taking in the smallest details, calculating. Honestly, Alex is almost never loyal to anyone and although he may act like it, rarely trusts a soul. He has a nasty habit of acting suspicious, with him being jumpy and antisocial and all. He has never enjoyed being around other people. This is a result of his shyness (he was always an outcast as a kid, and never had many friends) and fearful paranoia of everybody. Sure, Alex gets lonely at times. Truly he isn't evil and rotten to the core, just... hardened. He was raised up to be just like his dad- cold, seemingly numb, even to his own emotions. This has lead others to believe that he is a good liar, brave, blank, impossible to read, or without a personality- which is all just a result of him suppressing his reactions. Not only is this his nature, but it is probably heightened by the fact that he can read others so well and is too paranoid to allow others to see his emotions. Alex, except in moments of embarrassment, awkwardness, or anger, remains calm and put together (on the surface, at least). Deadpan sarcasm and a sharp wit, when he speaks. He prefers to listens to nobody's rules and is naturally inclined to rebel against any kind of control. But he has one major weakness. Sympathy. Even though he has no problem ignoring his own conscience, pain, and emotions, he rarely hurts someone innocent. Enemies, however, receive no mercy.

Skills: Reading people like books. Running. Good marksman. Dealing with animals.
Likes: Fiddle, wilderness, fire, gambling (but he's the most unlucky Irish kid you've ever met)
Dislikes: Orders, attention, the desert (he's a born and raised Alaskan), alcohol
The reward has been set by solo and will be paid after bringing the criminal to any public authority.

[rawrz .]

HELP WANTED.
Bravery and obedience a plus. If interested, see -Rawrz-.
Name: Jacqulin Davis
Also Known As: "Rose"

Age: 19
Gender: Girl
Description: How could you describe her? She's unlike the rest, while there's blondes with blue eyes, and browns with green eyes, she's nothing like them. She's got long curly blonde hair that comes down past her elbows, which she normally keeps up, it shines just right in the sunlight and looks beautiful on that thick, tan skin of hers. She stays outside a lot, which got herself a nice crispy brown on her face and arms, but where she came from, wearing short skirts and fishnets wasn't acceptable, so her legs are a little pale. Unlike some girls who are as skinny as a toothpick with no muscles, she's just the right size, but just when she goes to put her hair up, her muscles flex. Most men shy away from that though, her legs are long compared to her torso, though she's kind of short standing at 5' 4". And let's talk those eyes, their this beautiful ... gray color. Yupp, she's got gray eyes just like her granddaddy.

Personality: Rose, ain't she a doll? Got an innocent, girly side to her, but then she's got this menacing, tough guy side.
Let's start with the "nice girl" part of her. Her dad, he's got his bar he attends to, living large making a whole lot of money a day just from drunkees, or even cowboys just stopping in, and her dad has this image of the perfect little girl, who always does as she's told, stays out of trouble. Rose, by golly she fits that, around him and anyone she knows would love that. Always watching her table manners, not speaking unless spoken to, keeping things to herself and giggiling all the time, the guys love it. That is, the ones who care for things like that. Okay, she's been raised in luxary, for part of her life.
That's thanks to her grandfather. See, he had a different view of his daughter's daughter, because he thinks his wife raised the first one wrong. She'd always look up to her granddaddy, and he was a tough guy, which got her her real personality. She's nothing like that around people who gets on her nerves, or that jack*** man who stole her horse.
She's got a danger side, one that won't let her stop to be a badgirl. She's in love with adventure, and instead of taking the easy way out, she makes fun of people. She has many scars from that, wether it be a punk looking for a good night, or her getting chained up for something she did or they want and she fighting back. She's got a sweet temper, as in, if you bug her, she'll get mad but not make much of a fuss about it; then get you back later. She smiles a lot, wether it be from the sun or that she's having a good time, but she never smiles at someone, like, a genuine "You're funny" or "I like you" type thing, just about something else. She'll give you mixed signals about anything, either her trying to tell you what to do, or if she has a crush on you or not, and that's mainly because of her mood swings. Speaking of those, she can be happy one minute, then sad the next over something that happened years ago. She loves being around people and showing off.
Most of the time, you'll see her in her dad's image, him not really letting her out of his site. So, that small amout and I do mean small amout of people who DO know she wants to join, are wondering why in h*** a little girl like that would want to do anything like this, and others who know who she really is, wonder why she's on the good gys team.

Skills: Well, lets see, she's been spoiled rotten, and prim and properly raised by her mother, so what skills can she have? That's where her granddaddy comes into play, her taught her how to shoot and aim a gun when she was little, how to horseback ride when she was twelve, and with his last dying breath he said, "Woo em'" to her. She's good at shooting, fighting on horseback, and of course, the element of being sexy. (So, pretty much she can seduce anyone XP)
Likes: Strong men, who can live independantly. People who don't take no for an answer, and of course, her shotgun.
Dislikes: Anyone who's rude, take it from me, she can stand up for herself and won't be afraid to stand up to anyone who gets on her nerves.

DONE! :3

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Solo, accepted. I'd like him to be twenty, please.]
[-Rawrz-, I'm afraid that I can't accept you even if you finish your forms. Your character is a sue, and besides that I stated, clearly stated, that if your female characters are any sort of "looker" as yours obviously is, they would have no reason at all to go out into the desert. Again, I apologize, but this is not a romance and your character is looking to make it one.]

[rawrz .]

[Solo, accepted. I'd like him to be twenty, please.]
[-Rawrz-, I'm afraid that I can't accept you even if you finish your forms. Your character is a sue, and besides that I stated, clearly stated, that if your female characters are any sort of "looker" as yours obviously is, they would have no reason at all to go out into the desert. Again, I apologize, but this is not a romance and your character is looking to make it one.]

What do you mean a "Sue"? Like I get perfect charries, and I didn't think she was, and with the "looker" I wanted to manipulate it to make it like she "was" one, then on the inside she isn't. It's a character thing. And no, I did not intend to make it a romance, I actually had some things planned *Derp* But fine I understand