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

[starry--knight]

Thomas sat atop the now tame and easy tempered stallion. How quickly he had extinguished those intense flames with a simple touch and a kind word. He clicked his tounge against the back of his teeth, the stallion perked up it's ears before beginning a simple walk. Thomas leaned over on the horses back to unlatch the lock that kept the pair inside the wood paddock. He swung it open before heading out. Even bareback Thomas was a pro at riding, even without a rope around the stallions neck, he could still manage to hang on without a problem. He was riding into town to get this boy a saddle and good set of reigns. It was custom for Thomas to do such a thing, after all his pride and joy were his horses.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald had gotten Diablo into a full on gallop and was close to the town now. She galloped into town right as the moon spread it's silver glory over the land. She tugged back gently on the reigns and Diablo skidded to a stop, sending the dirt up in a cloud. She jumped down from her large black Arab and led him over to the Saloon, leaning on his neck because her legs were quite shaky and unsteady. She tied him to a post, his reigns in a loose knot incase they needed to get away, and loudly pushed open the doors. She only had around a dollar left, but that was enough for a drink and some food in the morning. She plunked down at a bar stool and placed two coins on the counter. "Two shots. Make it quick, I gots to go." she said grufly, taking off her hat and running a hand through her long brown curls.

(Sorry for the fail post, not feeling good. Just wanted to try and get something in in case I can't tomorrow.)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[If you guys don't mind, can we timeskip to the next morning? Nothing interesting is going to happen right now.]

[starry--knight]

[that's fine with me ]

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald's head shot up and her hand flew to her pistol when somebody started shaking her. With a growl she looked over her shoulder to find the bar maid telling her she needed to leave and that she had fallen asleep there. She sighed and rubbed her eyes before returning her brown hat to her head. She stood up from the bar stool a little too quickly and she felt dizzy. She shook her head and the feeling soon went away. With tired footsteps she walked out of the saloon to her horse Diablo. Diablo nickered and nudged her shoulder, making Emerald smile and rub his neck. "Silly boy, I didn't bring you anything from the saloon." she said shaking her head. She smirked and untied his reigns from the hitching post before mounting up. She looked up at the sky, blinking as the sun's light hurt her eyes. It was only early morning but the sun was already up and it was going to get hot real soon. She still needed to get some food and water before she hit the road again. With one hand on her thigh and the other holding her reigns, she turned Diablo and walked around town looking for a good place to eat breakfast.

[Hound 2]

WANTED!
For the crimes of robbery, murder, and general lawlessness.
DEAD OR ALIVE.
Name:
Aaron Blackburn
Also Known As:
The Arsonist
Gender:
Male
Age:
21
Description:
Aaron is...6 feet tall, and rather slim, despite his broad shoulders, and his stone-hard face. His arms are rather burly as well, covered with many scars-In a result of burn scars. Why? We'll get to that later. Anyway, he has pale skin,and he just HATES beards and facial hair [Except his eyebrows] And likes to shave it off repeatedly. His chin is gaunt, with high cheekbones. As said before, his face is sturdy and stoned face. You'll most likely see him with a emotionless expression, his thin lips just a single, grim line. His nose is small, with small nostrils as well. His figure,if viewed from the side, is perfectly straight, no slouch or curve at all, and he actually moves very stiffly. He has large ears, slightly bigger than the average human, and his eyebrows are slightly curved, but still rather stiff and emotionless. His eyes are a very light blue [Not exactly turquoise or cyan, but almost a clear, tinted blue] They also lean toward a light gray. His hair is a very dark brown, short, with several bangs in front of his eyes. He likes to wear a black, leather cowboy hat. His clothes is somewhat a long, black jacket that has a tail (I hope you know what I mean by 'tail')which the neck is v-shaped, and buttoned in the middle, similar to a blazer, but more fitting in the 1800s. Underneath are white clothes-The reason why Aaron has such fine clothes are because he belongs to a wealthy family, and he used to be a banker. However, his obsession to money has lead him to his crimes. He also wears black leather shoes, and a white shirt underneath his 'jacket'. Being wealthy, he actually carries two rifles on his back, slung over his shoulder to form an 'X'. He also keeps many packets of matches in his belt...[You'll see why in the personality.]
Personality:
When Aaron joined Black Billy's gang, he didn't really quite 'join' instead, he took grim interest in the group, and followed them, lurking among the sidelines. He had somewhat 'melted' in with his gang, being patient and quiet all the way through. Aaron, unlike Black Billy, doesn't enjoy publicity, as he prefers to stay in the background, with his quiet, clever personality. However, he joined for money, as he used to be a banker, and is rather obsessive with it. Being born in a wealthy family really paid off for him. Anyway, Aaron is a observer, a people person, so to speak. He can analyze situations and act based on them, though he can be rather slow when it comes to decision. Most of all, despite his calm and not-east-to-faze shell, he can get very angry and annoyed easily, triggering his violent side. He doesn't usually kill, but likes to see his victims cower-It saves the dirty work, and assures that he would stay free and not in prison. His calm, emotionless nature came from his past, by the fact he was born very sophisticated, intelligent, and reserved. However. The reason why he carries many matches and is AKA The Arsonist, is because..Well, he commits arson. He enjoys watching lovely fire burn and destroy, while he can take money in the process, unseen by the smoke. The smoke does not seem to bother him much, and Aaron grew accustomed to it. That, my friends, is why he is AKA 'The Arsonist.'
Skills:
Climbing, stealth, strategics, clinics [The fact he was born wealthy and have good education] And a silver, persuasive tongue.
Likes:
Fire, the scent of things burning, rain[However ironic to the fact he likes fire, he also enjoys the dark skies and lightning-Silent lightning, of course], silence,his rare, albino horse Leviathan [Bought by wealth], birds [He would like to one day see the world from above] churches and religious affairs [Again, because of his education as a child], and sometimes enjoys being alone.
Dislikes: Ignorant/Obnoxious people, people calling him girly [The fact that he walks with his chin up,choosy about clothes, worries about his appearance, and is very dainty.] Dirty people.
Relationships [They make him feel awkward]
The reward has been set by Jukebox and will be paid after bringing the criminal to any public authority.
[[I told you I'd come check this RP out, Vane! =)]]

[Vanendra]

[Hey, vane? I don't think any of our characters are close enough to yours ^^; Viletta's going to have to rescue herself this time.]

Lucky Jack patted his horse's neck and watched as the sun finally sank all the way below the distant horizon, taking with it the last of the day's warmth. Things could get a mite cold out here at night, even in the summer. Taking off his boots, the man jammed them underneath the curve of his saddle where it sat on the ground, in order to try and stop scorpions and the like from crawling in and giving him a nasty surprise in the morning when he put them on again. With that he wiggled into his bedroll and half-closed his eyes. He couldn't fall asleep until he was sure that there was nothing out there that might try and eat him. When he saw how calm his mare was, though, he too relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

[Sorry for the tiny post, but I'm short on time right now.]

((okays)) [heyy Jukebox!! ^-^]

Viletta groaned at the lack of response and headed towards the ladies room to get a better look at the wound. She had her back to the mirror and turned her head slightly. There was a huge gash going from her shoulder down to the mid of her back. It didn't look deep enough for stitches but she did need to clean it. Gently she cleaned the wound with a wet cloth she found in the room. It stung a bit and soon the white cloth was reddish pink in color. After cleaning it, Viletta headed out of the washroom and went to the bar. She was going to need money if she planned to run off anytime soon. "Hey Martha" she greeted the bar tender. "Whaddya doin' around here? You should be goin' right on home now. Your folks are prolly worried sick."Martha scowled at Viletta as she cleaned the bar. "Well silly me fell off a 'Ol Chestnut an now I have a nasty wound on my back. May I at least use a towel ta bandage it?" Viletta asked hopefully. Martha sighed and turned around to get one of the towels from the top shelf above the bar. Money was sticking out of the waist band of Martha's skirt, so quickly Viletta snatched it and put it in her pocket. "Well here ya are" Martha turned around and handed Viletta a white towel. She smiled at Martha and muttered a thanks before taking the towel and heading back out to her horse.

[solo]

Alex's eyes flew open and gradually became awake. His shoulder was stiff from sleeping on the hard ground, his mouth parched, and in general feeling pretty miserable. But he remembered the eggs and bacon he'd saved up for a brightened. Perhaps he'd even "acquire" some much need cash while in town today.
He stretched and yawned and saddled his mule up. Once again, Alex felt the butterflies in his stomach just thinking about going into town. Maybe he'd just lie low, and get out, like he'd done successfully yesterday. Aw heck, who'my kiddin? My luck will hold out. He knew, with a strange smirk on his face, that he was a bit over confident. He'd only recognized a couple of times, and even then he'd made clean escapes. Well it never hurts to be paranoid.
Alex guided Shawnee the way they had gone yesterday, and when they were in an open area free of brush, set off at a trot. A small flock of birds was startled by their passing and shot up into the morning sky. Though Shawnee was usually "bullet proof", the mule jerked backwards suddenly, smacking her rider's face into her neck.
"Damn it!" Alex hissed, tasting blood in his mouth. His cheek definitely had a nice bruise on it now. It still hurt, but Alex simply ignored the pain. Oh well. I'm a skinny guy. Maybe I'll look tough nuff not to mess with now. He thought sarcastically and gave Shawnee a nudge. They slowed once they were in town and tried to blend into the bustle. Alex slipped off and led the mule by the reigns, looking for a place to buy eggs and bacon, but strategically keeping his hat shadowing his face. His golden eyes flickered past a woman leading a black horse and another lady, the one he'd seen yesterday asking if anybody knew how to stitch a wound.

[starry--knight]

Thomas had just bought a new saddle and reigns for his stallion. The rich black leather shining in the morning sun. His had the saddle over his right arm, the reigns slapped over his shoulder. He tipped his hat up, hoping he'd be able to see where he was going better but the sun was blinding and he had to keep his head down. That's when he bumped into alex, which sent Thomas slightly off balance. Instantly thomas apologized, then noticed this man wasn't from around town. "I truely an sorry partner. I reckin I haven't seen you around here. You just passin through?" he asked trying to strike up conversation even though he looked like an idiot.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald looked up from her boots when she saw a shadow pass over the worn leather. She looked up from her boots to see Alex and his mule. She raised an eyebrow a little at the mule. She hadn't met many people who rode mules. Horses were more fashionable and comfortable to her. Plus they weren't as stubborn most of the time. She didn't look for long though, just nodded in that "Sup?" kinda way and went back to walking in search of breakfast. She saw another shadow and couldn't help but look up. Now another man had joined the first one and they seemed to be talking. She couldn't hear them but she didn't care. It was none of her buissness. But she did look long at Thomas's horse. The stallion reminded her of her horse Diablo, who nickered at the two equines.