[Private] Wild, Wild, West

[graves]

Welcome to the wild, wild, west !

Set in the late 1800s, between 1865-95 or so, is known for the worlds Wild West era. Set in a dessert land with not much around them, this is where three outlaws live.

In this town it is nothing but canyons and sand,not suited for farming what so ever. The town relies on its coal and gold supply to keep the economy going, though they still go by the trade system at times. The town is small, everyone knows everybody, its very homey feeling. Children running outside playing in waterholes, mothers sitting outside teaching the older children, men searching the canyons and blowing them up for coal and gold supply. There are various coal mines around the place, though incredibly dangerous if you werent a trained professional.

Most of the men are sexist, keeping the women either at home or in school houses teaching the children, while the men were either at various shops, bars ans saloons or out working in the gold mines. Children were either helping their fathers or in school with their mothers--or possibly helping around the house. Native Americans arent common in the town, very few are allowed in. And if they are they are treated incredibly bad, most are executed n the spot for trespassing. Everyone had a job, everyone had a purpose, no one had nothing to do.

The town is heavily guarded by gunslingers, people who have mastered the art of the gun. They could shoot you with their eyes closed, ears plugged. They could shoot you without even knowing you were there, to be honest. The gun, is their second heart. It doesnt help that the governor is picky aswel who enters their city and who doesnt, monitors the town to an almost obsessive extent. But for good reason of course, the city holds the most coal and gold than the outlaws have seen.

These are outlaws, the baddies of the West. They can range from being thefts to straight up murderers/hit men. For these set of people, they are the most wanted--their faces planted on every wall imaginable, yet slick enough to have gotten caught. Theres no telling how they do it, seeing as every time they show their faces their guns pointed at them. If caught, they are going to be killed. They are wanted dead or alive at this point.

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This is a private roleplay, unless you are mentioned below you may not apply, sorry !

I know whos applying, but to make it easier--lets have some forms !
Mind you these outlaws are like a ¨group¨--could be seen as friends or just coworkers, depends how you want your character to view it.

Name:
Gender/pronouns:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills:
[good with guns, flirts to get what they want--so on. what are they known for?]
Backstory:
[What made them want to be an outlaw? Whats there purpose for being one?]
Extra/Other Information:

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Mentions:
alphypoin
Duststorm
Spikes

[graves]

Name:
Judas Walkers
Gender/pronouns:
Female[she/her]
Appearance:
Judas has rather darker skin-a deep caramel color. She has even darker hair, almost black, going a bit past her shoulder though its often kept up in a tight pony tail. She has olive green eyes, a bit of contrast to her rather darker colors. Nothings too noticeable about her, being average height, not particularly over weight, healthy. The only thing that stands out is a bullet wound around her collar bone, and a signature golden tooth in her smile that has been drawn out on many ¨WANTED¨ posters. She dresses more masculine then anything, no dresses,corsets,heels and that. But keep with baggy jeans and a leather vest and a white shirt underneath, with rows of amo wrapped around her body, along with a signature black cowboy hat. She keeps a pair of guns on her waist, one tied to each hip securely by the gun holder, and a thick pocket knife in her boots.
Personality:
Hothead-Distant-Witty-Problemsolver-Pessimist-Resilient-Stubborn
Very cold, standoffish. Doesnt talk to much unless its something witty to the conversation, or a snarky comment. Shes hotheaded, going and picking a battle without knowing the true consequences which could be her downfall. On the upside, she is a very good problem solver, and works very good under pressure and is very easy to adapt to whatever situation and can work with whatever you throw at her. Shes pretty stubborn when it comes to problems, once she has a thought in her head its hard to get her to change her mind once so ever, and will stick with it despite being proven wrong out of pure pride. Its hard to get a real smile out of her, or to get her to laugh, shes a tough one to please. And in general hard to get real emotions out of if it isnt angry.
Skills:
>good aim. never misses. a gun is her third hand and second heart, and wont hesitate to use it. Once being trained a s agunslinger she is ruthless with it, shooting shot after shot with endless energy
>intimidating. she had a resting angry face, and is hard to please. she uses that to her advanatge, scaring most people to back off or avoiding real fights with some people simply because of the way she looks.
>strength/energy. its almost as if she never gets tired with fighting, whether its a gun fight or a fist one, she will fight until her opponents is a literal pulp. she could be bleeding out on the ground, but shell manage to still stand up, plug her wound with a wash cloth and beat your ass.
Backstory:
Having worked as another town as a gunslinger, Judas knows all the ins and out of the government regarding towns. How they are guarded and kept up with, how they are ran, ect. Little is really known about Judas past, only really knows that she ised to be a gunslinger and doesnt want to really go any deeper then that. She joined the other outlaws mainly for the money, and that she doesnt has any family to go back to, and sitting around guarding a city alone wasnt a life she wanted to live, so instead, she travels the worlds and instead of preventing crime, makes it.
Extra/Other Information:
often labeled as ¨Goldie¨ on WANTED posters.

[yummyluc]

HECK YEAH DUDE I'M SO UP FOR THIS!!!!!

Name:
Andrew "Buster" Shepperd

Gender/Pronouns:
Trans Male [he/him]

Appearance:
Still young, Buster is a gangly and thin young man, it looks almost unhealthy in the way it shows some of the sharpest points of his bones. Short, gingery hair that looks like it was cut with a rusty knife barely cover his chiselled, charming set face. Dusty freckles spot his caramel-coloured cheeks and joints, always visible in the hot sun, framing golden-brown eyes that seem to be everywhere at once. He has a wide tooth gap that causes him to lisp most of his words, so he is rarely taken seriously. He is always covered in a thin layer of dust along with his raggedy, filthy attire. On his vest is an old sheriff's deputy badge that he pick-pocketed when he was much younger.

Personality:
Buster is excitable and eager to please. Too eager. He's always asking what he can do next, trying to outdo himself, and getting into more trouble than he's probably worth. The kid is a headache, but his skills are useful. He's a jokester and a trickster, and if he wants something, he gets it. Despite his childish nature, Buster can handle himself and is scary if caught in a temperamental tantrum. He's friendly for the most part, chipping off the gang's "intimidating" exterior by a mile, but he's almost sadistic if ever pissed off. He is extremely respectful to those above him and will do anything to impress.

Skill Set:
Pickpocketing - The boy is quick. He could rob you blind, and then some before you even knew what was happening.

Light Footed - Quiet as a mouse, Buster can walk into a room without even being noticed. He could be right behind you and have a gun to the nape of your neck before you could curse.

Steady Aim - Buster could shoot a bottle from a hundred feet away. His aim is impeccable, he's a dead shot, and he almost never misses. Almost. He has his moments.

Sweet Talker - Not really a sweet talker, more of a "can talk himself out of getting shot" kind of context. He's fairly persuasive, and it's saved his hide more times than he could tell you.

Mostly, he's known for being a good and efficient thief, one to be feared. Due to his goofy outward appearance, most don't take him seriously until it's too late. You'll know it's his work if there's a trail of destruction, hence the endearing nickname.

Backstory:
Honestly? No one really knows. When asked, he changes the story every time. Truthfully, he was a mixed child whose father didn't want one, and who's bother had kicked him out on his own the second he could walk. He spent most of his life on the streets, pickpocketing people and perfecting his skills. He'd actually gotten into a scuffle with the gang, and they'd debated putting a bullet in his brain before he managed to convince them of his use. After proving himself, they let him in but warned him. "One slip-up, just one, and you're eating lead." And from then on, he was always eager to show off.

Extra/Other Information:
He's not that young, but no one knows his real age. He looks around early twenties, late teens.

[Dust]

Name:
Jedediah Chad

Gender/pronouns:
He/Him (cis)

Appearance:
Quite a strapping young lad, this pampered puppy is almost always clean shaven to the teeth, although his wavy black hair is always slathered in a greasy substance that keeps it out of his face. Jedediah looks to be about his mid twenties and isn't very tall; however, he has a rounded face and soft blue eyes. Very broad shouldered. His attire is very fancy and "expensive."
Head - Dark brown, almost black, cowboy hat
Neck - Dark blue neck tie; Looks semi-bandanaesque and is knotted on the back of his neck
Torso - White dress shirt accompanied by a black vest, followed by a, quite tattered, black waistcoat.
Legs - Brown slack type pants, looped with a leather belt, with a copper buckle; A holster rests on his left thigh.
Feet - Expensive looking brown leather shoes; White wool socks to match
Accessories - Dirty silver wedding band on his right ring finger

Personality:
| Sweet Talker | Clumsy | Greedy | Rebellious | Intimidating | Snobby |
Although Jed has a very light-hearted air about him, the young man is quite skilled as far as fights go. He's not afraid to go a round in the bar, and his talk can be quite intimidating although his bite is laughed at. Due to this, he will try to sweet talk his way into and out of anything and everything. Don't let his good looks and honey laced words sweep you away because the next thing you'll see is the side of a dark dusty road and a missing coin purse. Jedediah is rebellious at heart. His parents seemed to think so, and even away from them, he still finds something to argue or disagree about, especially when relating to money or valuables. He tends to be very snobby when it comes to knowing certain metals, gems, or coins.

Skills:

[Speech;Persuasion;Intimidation] A smooth talker and even better moocher. His words can be sweet like honey are as sharp as a cactus.

[Strength] Needs to be good for something and can offer that with his strength

[Horse-back riding] It just comes naturally! No one rides a horse better than this thief


Backstory: Jedediah was born into a rich life of a bankers son. Holding most property -wip wip-


Extra/Other Information: -wip- -wip-

[graves]

[spikes said hes going to join at a later time due to being busy, so hell jump in when ready]
alphypoin Duststorm

The only sound that cam from Judas were the small huffs of breath that shed exhale every so often. She walked in silence along with the rest of them, her black cow boy shielding her face from the harsh daylight. It was hot as hell, feeling small beads of sweat drip down the side of her face, but she kept on walking anyway. Her body felt like it was over heating, he feet ached, and she was thirsty. But she had insisted they were close to the next town they were moving on to which is why they should keep moving.

Judas knew of this town, is was farthest away from where they originally had came which is why it had taken so long to get here, but she knew in her gut id worth it. The town was known for some of the best coal and the largest amount of gold they could only dream of, it made Judas´s mouth water. Currently, the town could be seen in sight, though a bit away, walking along a dirt trail in the blazing heat. They were some of the most wanted criminal out there, and most likely when they set foot into a bar someone would recognize them. It was risky, but Judas didnt really care. She took a glance over her shoulder to see if the rest of the group was keeping up, raising an eyebrow to see if they were handling the heat alright.

[yummyluc]

The silence was unsettling, running with such a rowdy group despite their size, the noise had become a comfort to Buster. Now, there was none. Even Buster himself lacked the energy to shoot off at the mouth a million miles a minute, which in itself was a strange occurrence, though the others might argue it was a blessing. He could feel the gritty texture of the sand lining the inside of his mouth and throat, the sweat that matted his hair nearly flat to his head, and the sun that seemed to be burning off the back of his neck. Of course, Buster had trudged through worse, but that didn't make the experience any less a pain.

Mud-caked boots trudged through the flat desert sand, his head hanging down with his bandana strung over his mouth and nose and the brim of his hat hanging over golden eyes. His canteen slapped against his thigh, the soft jingle of extra bullets and loaded guns being the only thing keeping him sane at that point. That, and seeing their destination in the far distance. Just thinking of how he could rob that town blind made him pick up his pace and stand a little taller, though he didn't dare speak a word. With the tense irritability in the air and the look in Judas' eyes bearing down on him, he was practically afraid to breathe. Slowly, he began to hurry in front of the group, his unending energy finally returning.

[Dust]

woly alphypoin

"Holy hell, It's hot out here." Of course it was Jedediah that had broken the silence, with a more than obvious assumption to say the least. Patting down his own body, the man slowly untied his canteen from his waist and brought the container up to his sun-chapped lips, the warm liquid dribbling from the corners of his mouth as he chugged. With an audible 'ahh,' Jedediah smacked his lips together, the skin more or less peeling off of itself. The water had been refreshing but he wanted more than anything to get to this damn town already. Glancing ahead of him, he spotted Judas and Buster, both looking equally as tired. Stomping his feet against the cracked dirt and letting out a soft whine, Jed trudged forward quickly so he was now walking beside Judas.

"Judas, how long until we get to this damn place? We've been walking fer' hours and my feet hurt. This is why I told ya'll we needed horses."

[graves]

alphypoin Duststorm

Her thumb grazed the safety lock of her gun, gritting her teeth. From the stomping to the little whine he made, this boy got under her nerves quick. ¨So they can see us on our horses from a mile away? Have you forgotten that you and the rest of us are wanted criminals, Chad?¨ she snapped, not even batting an eye towards him,¨or do you forget that with all of the money you have in your bank at home?¨ she retaliated. She was in no mood for people to question her reasonings for things. ¨If you cant walk through this then you can go back home where you'll be waited on. You and your sore little feet.¨ she walked forward a bit more and ahead of him. Not once had she even taken a sip from her canteen, eyes focused on the town ahead. They were nearing closer to the place, reaching towards her other gun holder and pulling out a second gun, one in each hand. The weight was so familiar to her at the point, the guns like second instincts to her.

¨Were going to enter the saloon today, if we do to many runs today well get caught easy. Its best to go to one building at a time to not over shoot on our luck.¨ she ran over the plan once more. It had taken days to get here, most of it by foot. There was no way in hell Judas was going to let anyone ruin this heist just because they were a bit to cocky.

[yummyluc]

woly Duststorm

The youngest of the group nodded, though he wasn't really paying attention, getting a bit excited over their objective finally being in sight. It had been days with little to no rest in between due to his own restlessness and nightmares, and Buster just wanted to finally do something. A nasty cough echoed from his throat, a good puff of sand following and falling into his palm, making him grimace and wipe it on his pants. The only reason why Buster wasn't complaining was because he understood that they couldn't cause a scene and get caught before they'd even entered the damned town. That, and because he knew Judas could knock him on his ass if she wanted to in two steps.

Seeing his boss unholster her own gun, he places his deft fingers along the grip of his own. Familiar and heavy. The only real, solid object he'd ever been given and not taken, a gun from his boss to teach him to shoot when they'd first dragged him off that muddy road, exhausted and covered in blood that wasn't his. He shook the thought from his head and continued down the dusty landscape, fidgeting like crazy and itching to just break into a full sprint to the town.