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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/1 8:56pm Subject: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG) - Date Edited: 7/19 1:02am (3 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	Arlington Texas 1869: A tall man sauntered into Sheriff Tom Roundtree’s office, a relaxed look on his face, a look of a man who had not a worry in the world. The man was tall standing around a good six feet and two inches in height and wore weather beaten clothes, including buckskin leggings that went over the top of his brown leather round toe boots and his white cotton shirt was covered in spots of dirt. Around his waist he wore a 45. Schofield pistol in a cross holster and a small knife. The stubble on his face was unshaven, forming a dark shadow on his chin, and it is the same with the man’s dark brown hair that grew down to behind his ears. His eyes were a penetrating grey and looked like they could burn into the soul of the hardest man. The Sheriff slowly entered into the office through the door that separated the office from the cell room, where a man was yelling hysterically, obviously still suffering the after effects of the devils brew known as whiskey. The Sheriff exited looking at the watch in his hand for a split second before noticing the man’s presence in the room and being jolted by the surprise. “Jesus Nathan you scared me, you’re sure as hell are good at that ain’t you?” proclaimed the Tom “Naw I’m just light footed that’s all,” said Nathan with a smirk appearing on his face. “Well whatever your excuse…what’ch ya need. Coffee?” he asked as he poured himself some of the black liquid into a metal cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” He said. Sheriff Roundtree brought out another cup and filled it, and then handed it to Nathan. They stood there in silence for a few seconds before Tom spoke. “What’ch ya here for Nate, need something I presume?” “You’d be right; I’m looking for people Tom, people for hire. Hoping you’d know a few,” “I do, the saloon down the street would be your best bet. What you need people for hire for? Unless you mean guns for hire. What are you trying to pull Nathan?” Tom asked suspiciously. “Nothin, just looking for some men to go with me up into the Idaho Territory and do some trappin that’s all,” he tried to say as most innocently as he could “Nate are you out of your mind, the Northern territories were trapped out years ago, before the war.” He proclaimed “Trapped out you say, really? Well that’s the first I’ve heard about it. well it wouldn’t hurt for me and my companions to go up there and look, just for the heck of it.” “Your up to something I can see it in your face,” he said eyeing the tall young man standing before him. “What face, oh you mean this face,” he said pointing to his own face, mockingly. “Don’t worry Tom, if I make any trouble, which I assure you I won’t, it will be out of your jurisdiction,” said Nathan as he set down his empty coffee cup on the desk and turned to leave. “Well that makes me feel a heck of a lot better Nathan!” he yelled as the man stepped out the door and shut it behind him. “Well let’s go take a look at this saloon,” said Nathan to himself. He then turned and began to walk up the wooden sidewalks that lined the fronts of the shops along Main Street. -------------------------------- The year is 1869 The War Between the States has been over for 5 years now, but the U.S. is still struggling to get back on its feet. In the East and South, cities rebuild and industries are starting to produce mass amounts of products in order to speed the process of recovery along. Men and boys, boys who have become men from the trauma of war, return to their families. Brothers, fathers and son, relatives from every tie, who once fought each other across the political divide now try to make amends. Yes the country has a rich and promising future. Many Americans proclaim that this was the war to end all wars. But in the West a new war lies on the horizon, a war between a man, a corrupt lawman and his men, and his own conscience. Join up for an adventure of a lifetime in this western set in the year of 1867 that centers on Nathan Hawk, a young man who is out on a lifetime quest to find something that is more important to him than life itself. Come along as Nathan fights for his survival along side his motley crew of comrades ranging from Gunhawks to Card Slicks and many others from all walks of life, as they challenge the dangerous lands of the West and even more, the dangerous people in order to find what Nathan has longed for all his life. The trail will be hard and the trials ahead will test the will and steel of each man and woman in this story of the good, the bad, and the downright bad. But I assure you that the storyline shall become clearer as we move on down the trail. So keep your powder dry, your horse fed, and if you die, do it with your boots on. ------------------------------- Rules: 1. Follow all TOS rules. 2. No godmoding 3. Keep language to a minimum 4. Romance is allowed, just keep it clean 5. Please be realistic, I suggest a little bit of research 6. There is now 6th rule 7. Have fun fun fun!!! ------------------------------- Name: Gender: Age: Appearance: the more descriptive the better pictures are welcome Clothing: Notable Possessions: Weapons, horses, family heirlooms, etc. they all go here Miscellaneous: Any other notable details about your character: likes, dislikes, habits, traits etc. Backstory: Can’t have a character without one of these of course. Try to make it like a skirt. Short enough to be interesting but long enough to cover everything. So basically not two sentences and not a novel. Plot Seed: Not required, but if you want to have your own separate side quest, I’ll try and work it in. DO NOT POST THIS PART. Its only between you an me. ------------------------------- Name: Nathan Hawk Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: Nathan stands 6’2 and weighs180 pounds much of which is lean hard muscle, but he is not bulky, this makes Nathan an opposing figure to any stranger who didn’t know him. His white skin is tanned from the years under the wilderness’ sun, causing Nathan’s complexion to be rugged but still have a look of youthfulness in it. His unkempt dark brown hair grows down behind his ears. Nathan’s eyes are a penetrating grey and have the look of a man who has seen much death and loss in his life, but also the look of a man with years of experience and knowledge. And deep within those weary eyes lays a glimmer of hope. The unshaven stubble and his dark gotee on his face adds to his tough and rugged demeanor. Nathan carries many scars including three gun shot wounds, one to the abdomen, one to the right shoulder, and another on his left thigh. His knife scars include one to the left side of his torso and across another to the back of his left shoulder. Clothing: Nathan wears a white cotton shirt. He also wears a pair of buckskin leggings, which cover his brown leather round toe boots. And on his head he wears a weather worn black cowboy hat. And when the weather is not permitting, Nathan wears a buckskin jacket. He also carries pouches made of buckskin that were given to him by the Sioux, which are decorated with the tribe’s intricate beadwork. Notable Possessions: Nathan carries a large arsenal of weapons, which includes a 45. Schofield, a Sharps rifle, a 44. Henry Rifle and a bowie knife. Backstory: Nathan was born July 12th 1842 in Missouri where his family owned a farm in the Ozark Mountains just outside Springfield. Nathan got involved in hunting at a young age, a skill that would prove useful to his future. His father taught him how to hunt, trap, and shoot a rifle, efficiently. But soon the war came and both Nathan’s brother and Father went of to fight for the South. Even though they were in Union territory, they felt an obligation to the family they had down South. Nathan stayed on the farm and tended it with his mother and sister. This was his father’s idea. Nathan wanted to fight along his father and brother but his father had to force him to stay at the farm and tend to the family while he was gone Years passed and he had heard no word from his father or brother. His mother had died the year earlier and his sister ran off with some cardshark and they went west, leaving Nathan on his own to attend the farm, but the year of 1965, the end of the war. Nathan was now a man of 22 years of age, as compared to the boy of 18 he had been when the war started. His father Emmet returned home and Nathan told him of what happened about his mother and sister. Nathan also heard the news that his brother had been killed in the battle of Wilderness during the war. He believed it since it came from his father’s mouth and never asked about the war again; it was trialing on his father’s mind. The next month Emmet decided to sell the farm and told Nathan that they were going out west. Nathan didn’t question this either but instead he followed his father wherever he went. The only clue his father gave him was that they were heading up into the Idaho territory, and nothing else. Along the way they met a man named Priest, a mountain man, the last of his breed. The old mountain man had helped them out of a scrap with some natives as they traveled through the Kansas territory. All three traveled together for some time before Emmet decided to continue on without Nathan, thinking it better for Nathan to stay with Priest and learn from him. And Emmet knew that his son could not go where he was going. He only told Priest of where he was going and why, and to tell Nate when it was the right time. Nathan accepted the lie that Priest had told him and went on to learn much about being a mountain man from his elderly teacher. He never found out what had happened until about a month later when he had heard of his father being killed up in the Idaho territory by a corrupt lawman name Ellis Magruder. It was then that Priest knew it was time to tell the boy the truth, about his father and his mission. From that day forth Nathan made it his goal to find the man that killed his father, and complete the mission his father had started. He and Priest traveled together for many years until Nathan was 27 and very capable of surviving in any situation thanks to the tutelage of his teacher the old grizzly mountain man. Priest left Nathan the following summer to go up in the mountains and die the mountain man way, alone. Nathan was now alone and decided that now was the time to begin his long quest for Magruder, but he would need help if he was to I_H Edit: Locked at GM's request
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/1 8:57pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG) - Date Edited: 6/1 8:59pm (1 edits total) Edited By: witchdoctor187
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 6/2 3:00pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	looks fun, sending CS. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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Bulldog54 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 6/4 6:59am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	GM approved Name:James Ramsey Gender:Male Age:26 Appearance: 5"11, 205 lbs, young but definitely a rugged look to him, usually has a 2-3day unshaven look. Clothing:, White hat, White/Light Tan undershirt,brown leather chaps over light-tan pants, Dark brown coat with some tassels on the sleeves. Notable Possessions:1862 Confederate Revolver and gun belt, 1865 Henry Rifle, Bowie Knife, gray horse named Blue Light Miscellaneous:He carries no trinkets, however his fathers cigar box was stolen the day his home burned down, he figures someone involved in the attack carries it to his day. Likes:Saloons, women, bounty hunting Dislikes:Ex-Yankee soldiers, whiskey(Clouds your judgment), corrupt law, and bad piano players in saloon Back-story:James was born in Atlanta,Georgia 1843. He grew up on a farm like most southern boys and at a young age was really good at handling a horse. James enlisted for the war at the ripe age of 18, since he had his own horse he was immediately put in a calvary regiment. Since this regiment was used solely for the purpose of scouting, Jim learned a lot about the wilderness, tracking, and hunting. He served faithfully and soon got a gruesome education about war. When William Sherman, attacked and burned the city of Atlanta everything that James had known went up in flames. He returned to the charred remains of his home after the war, to listen to the remaining field hands tell the gruesome story about how his entire family was burned alive in their own home, by a Union Captain named Clayton. Parents murdered, sister raped and murdered. And home destroyed, James freed his remaining field workers before setting out west. Since the war he has been a gun for hire/bounty hunter. He breaks or enforces justice as the mood strikes him. He will one day find Captain Clayton and the men who served under his command on the day Atlanta burned. He now has just rode into town and kicked back in the local saloon to rest for a spell. -----signature----- "In order to be walked on, you have to be lying down" Tim Russell "Fame is fickle, money spends, love is eternal," Me "You miss 100% of the shots that you never take" Wayne Gretzky
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 6/10 10:21am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	GM approved Name: Timothy Hutchen Gender: Male Age: 16 Appearance: Timothy is 5'7 and weighs 120 lbs, light brown hair. Clothing: he wears a white shirt with gray stripes, he has a brown buckskin vest, brown buckskin pants, brown boots, and a brown cowboy hat. Notable Possessions: Smith & Wesson Model 36 that belonged to his Father, Bowie Knife, a pendant that belonged to his Mother, and a black horse with white speckles named Star Light that belonged to his younger brother. Miscellaneous: He acts older then he really is. Backstory: Timothy lived in Arlington all his life. His Father went off to the war when Timothy was young, he never came back. Timothy was forced to grow up prematurely, due to his fathers death. Two months after he turned 16 his home and farm was burned down by a couple of bandits, his Mother and younger brother were inside the house when it ehappened, they didn't make it out. Timothy was in town when it happened, when he saw the fire in the distance he ran home, but he was too late. Now he has nothing left, except for his Fathers gun, his mothers pendant, and his brothers horse. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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BartSimpson-SithLord Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 6/10 5:51pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	GM Approved Name: Samuel Hawkins / Golden Devil Gender: Male Age: 35 Appearance: Standing at 6’4, 190 pounds of pure survivalist instinct and physiology. He wears his golden blonde hair down to his ears and a small, trimmed blonde beard on his face. His auburn eyes are unflinchingly savage. His neck has a scar from a bullet that grazed too close, and his chest has three bullet holes. His leg also shows a scar from a saber duel where he was cut on the leg. His left shoulder is impacted slightly from a tomahawk wound received while hunting Indians in Indian Territory. Clothing: Sam wears a black cotton shirt with a black leather vest, black cotton pants covered by black leather chaps. His boots are also black leather. His gloves are black buckskin. His cowboy hat is also black. Across his chest is a black leather strap holster in an X shape that holds his two S&W revolvers. His black leather holster on his hip holds his Colt revolvers. A dark brown leather strap that comes inside his chaps on his outside leg holds a derringer per leg. A hidden opening in the back of his shirt leads to a leather strap holstering the third derringer beneath his clothing. Notable Possessions: Two Colt 1851 Navy Revolvers, Two Smith & Wesson Model 2 Army Revolvers, One Spencer Carbine Rifle, Three Remington Derringers, Confederate Officer’s Sabre, Confederate Bowie Knife, One Golden Palomino Morgan named Dorado, his father’s pocket watch and Marine Corps medals, a preserved tuft of his mother’s hair. Miscellaneous: He likes to work, he likes hunting, he likes making money, he likes to drink, he likes fast and loose women, and he likes killing Indians. He dislikes laziness, he dislikes the north, he dislikes African Americans and Indians. His habits include drinking, hunting, fishing, shooting practice. Usually stoic, he has a tell when he gets truly nervous: A vein on his hand begins to pulse uncontrollably. To counter this, he wears gloves usually. Backstory: In 1834 Samuel was born to James and Martha Hawkins in what would become Galveston, Texas. Samuel was raised with an immense pride in his country. His father was a military man through and through, having joined the Marine Corp for life. The town that would become Galveston would see many changes through Sam’s youth, growing from port town to Capital to home of the Republic’s Navy. Sam was taught by his mother and father the normal values of southern living, including keeping slaves for chore work around the house. His father was a celebrated officer and was one of the first to jump back into action when the Mexican’s wanted Texas back from the U.S. This war didn’t end well for James, and he was killed in action. Sam was now the man of the house at 12. His mother having to go to work, Sam began to train to begin his own military career, determined for his mother to not be the one taking care of him. Joining the Army at 18, Sam brought his mother with him when he was posted to a unit in North Texas. In 1954, however, his homestead was attacked while he was on duty. Returning home, he found his mother raped and scalped while most of his home had been destroyed. All signs pointed to Indian involvement and thus he gained an large hatred for their kind. Having failed to protect his mother, Sam turned his full attention to his military career. He quickly rose in rank until he was a leader in the cavalry when Texas seceded from the Union. Long having resented the United States’ involvement in Texas independence, he was fully patriotic to the Confederate States of America and joined in the battles in the West. His unit would move into Indian Territory, where he would first begin exacting revenge against the people who he thought killed his mother. During the war, however, he found himself reluctantly being a part of Stand Watie’s joint forces at Fort Wayne. During the battles in Indian Territory, Watie gained Sam’s respect and he eventually was proud to serve next to the last Confederate General to surrender to the Union. However, Sam hated that the Confederacy had surrendered and, after the war, he lead a group of Choctaw Confederate sympathizers into Fort Harker, Kansas. Here they snuck into the armory and stole several barrels of Black Powder while Sam helped himself to the superior artillery of the Union’s weaponry. Once outside the Fort, and on the run, Sam decided he had had enough dealings with Indians and he killed all of his men. Taking a moniker given to him by the last of his men before they died, he went into hiding as a gun for hire. The Golden Devil, the man who always has the right weapon for the job. -----signature----- Do the impossible, See the Invisible. ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWA Touch the untouchable, Break the unbreakable. ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWA ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWA Smash Bros. Brawl Code: 0817-3441-6684 No. Not even in the face of armageddon. Never compromise.
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 6/11 11:54am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	How many more do we need before we can start? -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/11 1:43pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	i would like to get a few more but if we have to press on then i can make a couple more chars
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Bulldog54 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 6/11 1:48pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG) - Date Edited: 6/11 1:48pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bulldog54
	GM Approved Comanche Raider!!! Name:Red Claw Gender:Male Age:29 Appearance: 5'10, 189 lbs, short but strong, long black hair, red complection, Black and Red war paint smeared across his face Clothing:Buckskin leggings, tan pants, animal hide vest, Notable Possessions:1866 Winchester(Saddle Ring carbine) .44 cal, Tomahawk (given to him by his chief, Silver Wolf), War Spear (intricate Comanche markings across the staff) Dislikes:ALL WHITE MAN Traits/Personality:Aggressive, Proud, easily angered, has an inbred hatred for the white man. Backstory: As a young brave Red Claw learned the hard way about the white man's government, he and most of his people were given the choice of loosing there homes and moving to a reservation, or being wiped out. Even then he knew that the only way to gain honor for his people would be to drive the white man from Texas with FORCE! He earned his name when he was on a solo hunt(to prove his passage to manhood), and he was attacked by a mountain lion, just as the beast leaped to pounce on him he drove his spear into its abdomen. Using his tomahawk to cleave the pelt and a claw from it, he returned to his village presenting the chief with the Lion's head, and hanging the claw on his war spear where it remains to this day. He know prays upon any and all White settlements in Texas. He rides with about 20 warriors, burning, killing, and raping at will. All in his quest to drive the white man from Comanche lands. He hopes one day his actions will give his people faith, and a reason to unite together in a all out war with the white man. (as it is well known that Comanche's were known as a war tribe that not only fought the white man, but would wage battle with each other, as certain sects of the tribe didn't get along) -----signature----- "In order to be walked on, you have to be lying down" Tim Russell "Fame is fickle, money spends, love is eternal," Me "You miss 100% of the shots that you never take" Wayne Gretzky
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 6/15 10:22pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	If needed I can make another character. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/16 9:11am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	that's fine with me, go ahead
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AMNDRAG_01 Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 6/16 1:26pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	cs approved Name: Sydney Anne Nickerson Gender: Female Age: 25 Appearance: here is the basic idea, see picture http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:SydneyBristow.PNG She is 6’7” in height. And weighs 125 lb. Sometimes her hair is in a single braid. Clothing: White cotton shirt, Black leather vest, Brown cowgirl hat, tan leather pants, black leather cavalry boots. Sometimes wears a sky blue with white dots frontier dress, boots see: http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.the-fort.com/itm_img/408089.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.the-fort.com/ item.asp%3Fsku%3D408089&h=310&w=250&sz=13&hl=en&start=1&um=1&tbnid=zAAJlUoaGeOXbM:&tbnh= 117&tbnw=94&prev=/images%3Fq%3D1800%2Bboots%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN Notable Possessions: 6-shot 1862 Confederate Revolver and gun belt, breech loader rifle with a bayonet, 1 foot long knife, white horse named Snowfire, drawing paper, charcoal Miscellaneous: She inherited her Grandfather, Robert E. Lee’s cavalry sword but one of her captors took it. She also has a bracelet from her friend Jennifer Tsang Likes: Her grandfather, nature, drawing Dislikes: Former Union soldiers, Rapists, Whiskey, Slavery Backstory: Sydney Anna Nickerson was born on August 20, 1844 in Virginia to Anna E. Lee and Jack L. Nickerson. Ever since she was young, she has been accustomed to slavery. (Since her parents are Southern aristocrats, she lived on a plantation.) As she grew up, she became smart and clever. Her father was pleased by her cleverness, often bragging that she could run the plantation herself if needed. But due to his friends’ persecution, he convinced Sydney to just do things like art, which she took a fancy to. Sydney didn’t see the true effects of slavery until she witnessed an old black man whipped to death by an overseer. But that wasn’t the only thing that horrified her. In 1856, she received word of an event called the Pottawatomie Massacre. In an instant she watched Anti-Slavery and Pro-Slavery militia fighting each other in Kansas. Her father (a commander of the USA army) left the plantation when she was 13 to stop the riot. But tragic struck and her father was killed. In two months, her mother died of grief in Sydney’s arms. Alone on in a nation that was on the brick of war, Sydney was taken to live with her mother’s father, Robert E. Lee. While she was there, Robert E. Lee witnessed her talent with both the gun and the sword. Interested in this, he trained her, himself. And by 1859, was an excellent fighter with both. When the Civil War broke out, she sided with the Confederacy due to loyalty towards family and friends. When Robert E. Lee became General of the Confederacy, he took Sydney with him throughout the war. She was later proven as a worthy scout and soldier in the Confederate arsenal. But shortly after the Battle of Gettysburg, she was captured by a ruthless Union officer named John ‘Black Eye’ who took in instant pleasure in torturing the young girl including, forcing her to watch him wipe out her friend Jennifer Tsang, her family, and their plantation. She would have died if Ulysses S. Grant hadn’t intervened. He had her captors executed. And had his doctor heal her wounds. She did not see her grandfather again until April 10, 1865, at Appomattox Court House, Virginia. After the treaty that ended the war was signed, she was reunited with her grandfather with open arms. After the war, things were hard for Sydney. Her friends were gone; the plantation that was supposed to be hers was destroyed. It got so bad that Robert E. Lee ordered his niece to leave the east and start a new life in the west. On the way there, she was waylaid by an Anti-Southern outlaw band. Its leader, Blackjack, whipped her and stole her Grandfather, Robert E. Lee’s cavalry sword after holding her hostage for 90 days. Currently she is 5 miles from Arlington. -----signature----- Donald: My mentor, My friend, My brother, Our beloved DM. Josh: My friend, My brother, My advisor. The magic master. Ethan: Myself. The fighter expert. The beginner. Together we are the BHS D&D Team.
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Dubya_Scott Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/16 8:07pm Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	GM Approved! Name: George Billington Gender: Male Age: 35 Appearance: 5'10", 170 lbs, brown hair, cleanly trimmed brown beard, reading glasses Clothing: Black pants, black coat with buttons down the front, gray collared shirt, black shoes that need to be shined ever once in a while, top hat (a little something like this: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/xyz11/jc_boards/westernRPG.jpg ) Notable Possessions: pure silver pocket watch, reading glasses, small notepad, bottle of ink, old-fashioned fountain pen, pocket knife, British pounds and American dollars Miscellaneous: A well-educated man, very interested in other cultures, eager to learn about life in the western United States, no family back home (only elderly parents). Backstory: Born, raised, and educated in England. He had written books about other cultures, including the United States all through his 20's. He had also chronicled the happenings of the American Civil War for publishing in Britain. Now, Queen Victoria herself appointed him to write about the post-Civil War America. Heading to the United States, he spent a few years in the South where the Confederacy used to be. Now he's heading out west to see how those Territories were affected. -----signature----- I play hockey with the "Clone Wars" director! Save GARGOYLES! Buy the Season 2 DVD! (See Profile for more info) Proud father of the RPF's "007 Family".
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 6/17 9:52am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	GM Approved Name: Jessica Hickory Gender: Female Age: 28 Appearance: Red braided hair, 5'8, 160 lb, slim. Clothing: white long sleeved shirt with flowers on it, matching skirt with flowers on it, brown cowboy boots, brown cowboy hat Notable Possessions: Her lucky rabbits foot, 1865 Henry Rifle, white horse named snow mound, chuck wagon that she hitches onto her horse. Miscellaneous: she likes scoundrels, she thinks shes better then everyone else. Backstory: Jessica's was born and raised in Oklahoma, Her mother died at child birth leaving her father to raise their infant daughter. When she was older her father left for war, leaving her all alone. She traveled to Texas to where her grandparents lived. But instead of going the there house she stopped at Arlington and got a job as a waitress/barmaid. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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AMNDRAG_01 Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 6/20 8:31am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	OOC: I don't know if you guys found out but on my first character there was a typo. her height is actually 5'7. anyway, cs approved Name: Liv Anderson (real name), Mary Roe (bandit name) Gender: female Age: 19 Appearance: 5’1”, 120 lb, slender. Black one braided hair Clothing: bandit; cowboy boots, leather vest, shirt, pants, leather gloves, bandit mask all black. bandana is red, city; white long sleeved shirt with flowers on it, matching skirt with flowers on it, brown cowboy boots, brown cowboy hat Notable Possessions: Weapons: 1865 Henry Rifle, a 6-shot 1864 cavalry revolver, slipknife. Horses: one black horse named Shadowgale Other: an obsidian stone necklace that once belonged to her mother Miscellaneous: Likes: being alone, nature, birds, kind people Dislikes: Indian warriors, lawmen, lies, whiskey, pushy men, habits: she often bites her lower lip if she gets on edge traits: smart, nice to people who is nice to her in turn, hates to kill, sometimes arrogent Backstory: Liv Anderson was born in Kansas. Her mother died in childbirth and her father was forced to raise their daughter by himself. They moved to Oklahoma where she was raised there for most of her life on a farm. Until when she was 11, an Indian war band destroyed it. All her life, she had an odd childhood. Her father, Jacky Axe, was an outlaw leader and taught her that the lawmen were bad, and the laws were a conspiracy. This hate worsed when some lawmen supposedly killed her father. Liv then moved to Arlington and got a job as a barmaid. Although she is known as the kind Liv Anderson in the day. At night, she is known as Mary Roe, an annoying bandit. -----signature----- Donald: My mentor, My friend, My brother, Our beloved DM. Josh: My friend, My brother, My advisor. The magic master. Ethan: Myself. The fighter expert. The beginner. Together we are the BHS D&D Team.
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Dubya_Scott Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/26 8:45am Subject: RE: The Warriors Path(A Western PRG)
	Kinda quiet in here. Are we still playing? -----signature----- I play hockey with the "Clone Wars" director! Save GARGOYLES! Buy the Season 2 DVD! (See Profile for more info) Proud father of the RPF's "007 Family".
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