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Old 8th Aug 2008, 1:29 AM DefaultApplication - Dexter 'Dex' Woolgar #26
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Name: Dex Woolgar (Real name is Dexter, but he's called Dex.)

Age: 40

Occupation: Successful outlaw, daredevil, voice of reason

Additional information: Born in a small town called Lockwood, therefore not originated in Morgan's Creek. (He's not chatty about his past, but can confide if the time and person feels right.)





Biography:

Been there, done that. Being older than most of the outlaws he encountered, Dex was a calm and assertive man. Nothing really got to him, and he wasn't afraid to die. Staring down the barrel of a gun more times than he could remember, it had become old news that any day could be the last. Though he never underestimated anyone, it didn't keep him from having fun on the behalf of others. He was also someone not wise to challenge, since he didn't seem to have any limits. If the gang he rode with needed to put fear in someone, Dex was the one who got the job done. It didn't bother him to inflict pain on others, in order to make sure they knew he meant business. Pleading, begging and crying. Nothing got under Dex's skin. It was always good to have him as a friend, not only because he would be a dreaded enemy, but because he was a "one for all, all for one" kind of guy. And he could sustain pain like no other, having a few scars and missing the smallest toe on his left foot. He was no snitch, and he wouldn't sell out his friends even if it meant suffering or possible death. Sometimes he got lucky, just because his endurance was intimidating to the ones that tried to make him talk. So that's really why he got to keep the rest of his toes.

Everyone come from somewhere, Dex was of course no exception. His ability to withstand pain was not inherited, it was more a matter of cause and effect. Though he didn't feel sorry for himself, he did have a past that entitled him to be bitter. He had been born into a family of upstanding citizens, though still working class, and he began his life as one of them. But as he got older, he grew into a young man with a mind of his own. His father, leaning on the bottle in hard times, didn't appreciate his fresh take on the world around them. Dex got beaten, occasionally rather severely, and despite at first living in fear, he soon found courage within. He didn't fight back, he never did. Instead, he just took the punishments without showing any sign of weakness, thus learning to persevere. It didn't do much for his father's rage though.
Since Dex didn't feel any support from the rest of his family, being the black sheep and all, it came to an end after he had turned 19. When he went to get the whip his father often used to beat him with, and Dex getting it himself was part of the humiliation, he simply jumped out of a window and kept walking. Never looking back. All he owned was the clothes on his back... and all the money his father had hid in the belief no one knew. It was enough to get a horse, better clothes, a gun and a hat, and still have some left.

Regret wasn't really a lesson Dex had picked up on, leaving the town of Lockwood that evening he didn't have a care in the world if the loss of the money would put his family out on the streets. He found his family among the outlaws instead, since he turned out to be a most gifted criminal. He was smart, handy with the gun and didn't back down.

Being restless, and sometimes he found himself surrounded by men that didn't get him, he had been on his own and in several gangs before he had found his place in the current one. Loyalty and respect, that was all that was needed to get ahead as a group, and if people didn't get that Dex moved on. Fortunatley for him, these people seemed to understand what was required if they wanted to live longer than a fortnight.

Recently, they had gotten an additonal member to the gang; 15 year old Robbie Logan. No one wanted to accept him, certainly not his older brother, but Dex was another story. He never joined the protests, he could see that the young one had nowhere else to go. Also, pretty free from scruples, Dex didn't really contemplate how appropriate it was for a boy to be among lawless thugs. Robbie was already bonded by blood, and in Dex he would find someone that was not at all reluctant to teach him a thing or two. Because in Dex's point of view, there was no use in beating around the bush, but instead give the boy all necessary tools. If he was going to be an outlaw, he might as well be a great one. That was how Dex saw it, and it was really no use in trying to change his mind. In fact, he liked to have Robbie around, since it did lighten things up. Practical jokes were not uncommon, and having a boy to take care of without him noticing it kept the gang on their toes. There was no harm in that.

It wasn't the first time Dex had kept a watchful eye on another outlaw. Of course, he had watched people for different reasons, mostly because he didn't trust them. But for almost two years ago, they were joined by the town doctor Ryder Scott, and there was something about him that just didn't sit right with Dex. In contrast to his dedication towards Robbie, Ryder needed no help becoming a skillful outlaw, but rather guidance to collect it all so he wouldn't get haywired in the process. Getting to know each other, trust grew and the less than talkative Dex found himself in situations where the both of them felt it was only natural to unravel bits and pieces of the past. The rest of the gang wasn't too familiar with his past, but knew it wasn't an all around pleasant one.

Though Dex had a high tolerance for pain, his heart was not made of stone. It had room for the gang, the youngster in particular, and despite what one might think he was pretty gentle with the women. He did not keep to just one, but he treated the one he was with with care and respect. There was no sense in calling them names, stripping them of their dignity even though they themselves might have forgotten all about it, since he didn't really keep with women of high society. Dex was not a poster child for a beautiful cowboy, but he was rather handsome in his own rough way, and what he lacked in that department he made up for in his manners towards the women.

Being care free, it was hard to rattle Dex's sense of calm. Even when it was wise to panic, he seemed to remain intact. If he did get worked up, he usually hid it well on the inside. Someone had to be the voice of reason, even when they had to skin the hell out of where ever the danger was. He could get forceful though, a bit aggressive in his tone, when he didn't find the time to keep the cool.





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((( ooc: Thanks to Alissa for the name "Lockwood".

ETA: Added Trampled's character Ryder Scott.

Picture will come. The sunset cowboy is not all. )))
Old 8th Aug 2008, 3:04 AM DefaultApplication: Stella Owens #27
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Name: Stella Owens

Age: 15

Occupation: Merchant/General store owner’s daughter

Short bio: Stella is the only and much spoiled daughter of Nelson and Harriet Owens. Born in the fashionable city of New York, her parents moved to Morgan’s Creek when little Stella was only 5 years old to make their fortune. They proved to be very successful and shrewd business people, and are the owners of the town’s large general store. With all their financial success they dote on their only child and indulge her every whim.

Even though she barely remembers it, Stella likes to go on at length about life in the more fashionable and modern big city. She considers herself the perfect image of a lady; her hair always impeccably styled and her clothing always in the latest fashion. Because of her obsession with always having the latest in everything, she’s somewhat resentful for living so far away from “civilizaton”. Though she does not resent being an only child, having a sibling would only mean less attention and presents for her.

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Stella:



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Old 8th Aug 2008, 3:38 AM #28
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Name: Ryder Scott
Age: 26
Occupation: Pick-pocket (bit of a klepto), con-man, outlaw-extraordinaire.
(Before he went down this not-so-respectable line of work, however, Ryder used to be a doctor).

(Not-so) Short Biography:

Ryder loved Morgan's Creek like a child--as though it were his own flesh and blood. A living, breathing relative.

He was born in the charming town and into an equally charming family; the Scott's had been in Morgan's Creek as long as the first beams were built into the flimsy and makeshift houses that initially lined the dusty dirt roads. They were well-known, well-liked, and well-respected. When born to his beautifully angelic mother Jessica and rugged frontier father Jonathan, Ryder was considered a miracle birth. Jessica had miscarried the couple's first child, and the local doctor warned her that she wasn't suited for childbirth, and having another child would be a great threat to her health. Jessica wouldn't relent, however, and not long after she became pregnant again. The birth of wide-eyed Ryder was miraculous and free from the agony the doctor had predicted.

He grew up in a home full of love, the only child to two adoring parents. He received the best schooling available, but simultaneously benefitted from the frontiersman's education his mountainous father had massed. Ryder became powerful, charismatic, and a favored member of the town's youth due greatly in part to his respect for elders and flawless manners to the female members of society. When young mothers were lecturing their young sons on how to become the proper gentleman, they aimed a certain finger at the young Ryder as the perfect example. There was no question why; he was dignified, charming, responsible, and an upstanding member of society. When he came of age, it was only a question of what girl could possibly make a suitable wife. Over the years, Ryder had indeed caught the glances of the females his age in the town, but there was only one girl that he had ever yearned for--Catherine Sebright.

And luckily for Ryder, the angellic young woman felt the same.

They were married in the tender years of their youth, and Ryder became an apprentice to the town doctor--the same man who had doubted his birth to be possible. In the few years he studied alongside the aging man Ryder became surprisingly skilled in the trade, and he only earned more respect amongst the townspeople for his selfless aid. The marriage of Ryder and Catherine was blissful, the two utterly enamored and fulfilled, unable to imagine a life any better than the one they currently dwelled within. That was until they learned of Catherine's pregnancy. The young couple were overjoyed to welcome a child into their realm, and Ryder brought the news to the local doctor. As the months passed, the man delivered the same ominous news to Ryder that he had long ago delivered to his mother: the birth of this unborn child would be dangerous.

Ryder was reluctant to accept the cryptic warnings he was offered, and Catherine was equally determined to bear their child. As the months of her pregnancy dwindled down, Catherine became feebler. The fear in Ryder's visage was ever-present, but Catherine met him with steely resolve. She would have this baby, or she would die trying.

The night of the birth was a night he would never forget; it was the night he lost the most precious gift he had ever possessed, and was denied the only priceless child he had never possessed. Despite the doctor's valiant efforts and the constant vigilance of Ryder, both Catherine and his unborn son died during childbirth.

The loss was too much to bear. Ryder destroyed the rooms of his small home, tearing from corner to corner and rending the cabinets from walls, toppling tables and snapping apart chairs before breaking down entirely. The bitterness that engulfed him sent him recoiling into himself, withdrawing from the town he once loved, the profession he once cherished. His beloved wife had died in front of his very eyes, and despite his supposed skill, he could do nothing to prevent it.

Ryder resented the town, for it only reminded him of all that he had lost. He couldn't stand it any more. Instead, Ryder turned to the local bands of outlaws for solace--he converted his bitter rage into powerful drive to succeed in the tasks set out for him by the leader of his group. It was obvious that his anger made him reckless, but it was that reckless abandon, the complete disregard for self that made him such an asset. Ryder had become immune to fear, immune to any of the hesitation that surfaced in the fears of death.

Taken under the wing of the powerful outlaw Dex Woolgar, Ryder was taught how to compose himself, how to hone his skills even more precisely. The guidance of the strong, intelligent man saved Ryder from his self-destructive behaviors--spared him from going down a path of complete abandonement from which he could never return. Ryder's father had died several years prior to his wife's death, and he had been one of the few men that Ryder claimed he would ever respect. But when he spent the next two years working for Dex, he made an exception; there was something very respectable about the polished outlaw, and Ryder immediately felt a great amount of gratitude for all the man had done for him. He vowed to do whatever he could to help him, and that eventually came to acting as a makeshift doctor for their band of outlaws. Soon he was one of the most prominent members of the group, and his good looks and effortless charm made him a precious tool in jobs beyond his medicinal skills.

Little by little, the members of the sleepy town of Morgan's Creek began to recognize the all-too-familiar blue-eyed gaze of one of the outlaws skirting about their town, and little by little, rumors of the doctor gone awry began to surface.

Now years away from the harrowing incident that scarred him forever, Ryder has regained many of his natural personality traits that made him so likeable. He has tamed the overt agression that had gripped him so profoundly in the immediate year after his loss, and has become the charismatic man that he once was. But now, he's far more lethal than helpful.

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 3:58 AM #29
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((OOC: I'm probably way out of line here, but...

Is anybody planning on taking the sheriff position? I already have a role, but I jsut wondered if anyone else wanted it... If nobody claims it before then, I'll probably apply as the sheriff at [to be appropriate to the movies] high noon (GMT-4 :p) tomorry. Or I'll start writing it. just thought i'd let everyone know in case someone was hesitating due to the unusual frequency of such positions remaining unfilled til someone leisurely books in.))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 4:01 AM #30
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(((ooc: trampled - All sounds fine to me. Would love having him be part of the same band of outlaws as the other two, and I think Ryder suits him just fine. I honestly didn't think of him when I named the mayor. :/ and yeah, the outlaws pretty much hang out by the marked outlaw hideout on the map, I reckon. They don't have to though, as it's up to each player to decide where their characters are at.

ETA - Forgot to say that yes, your character can be a sim.


Furry - No one's shown interest in the sheriff's spot yet, so yup, if you want it, it's yours. )))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 4:06 AM #31
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((Oh, no worries! I just didn't want to inundate the RP with Edwards. Besides, Ryder sounds a bit more rough. And I see now what you're talking about, sounds great to me!))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 8:06 AM DefaultNikita Wellston. #32
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Name: Nikita Wellston.
Age: 24 years.
Occupation: Local seamstress, also into alchemy and herbalism.
( Note: As far as anyone in Morgan's Creek knows, Nikita is just a regular seamstress. )

Short Bio:

Nikita Wellston was born the daughter of a soldier, Richard Wellston, and an Arapaho indian maiden, Ayasha. While their love was not looked down upon by most of her mother's people.. her father's people were a different story; he was torn between his love and his duty, so when Nikita came into the world he was not even there to welcome her. He did manage to see her off and on through out the years, while Nikita spent the majority of her time at her mother's side in their village. She was taught their language, their religion, their medicinal practices, everything, so by the time she had reached the age of sixteen she had matured into a very adept young lady. Though such blissful times were not to last and the small village began to contract the measles virus; fearing for his daughter's life, as Ayasha was already ill, Richard took Nikita from the village and to the Army fort he was stationed at. A few weeks later they received news that the disease had claimed not only Ayasha's life, but everyone else's there as well.

It was the first time she'd ever experienced such emotional pain, thrown into turmoil and depression at having lost everything and everyone she'd loved so suddenly. Her grief was not helped by the other young women her age, whom her father hoped Nikita would become friends with. The teenagers delighted in tormenting the poor girl, calling her 'half breed' and making cruel jokes at the expense of her native peoples. Nikita tried her best to not let it affect her, but time only seemed to make things worse rather than better. One day while tending to some herbs she'd planted, the group of girls decided to begin their daily fill of taunting early... but what they did not expect, was for the 'half breed' to withdraw a Colt pistol and aim it in their faces. Mortified and scared witless, the young women ran and told the Sergeant that Nikita had tried to shoot them without cause. Such was of course a lie, but being that the girl was half Indian it was prejudice that won out. Richard was confronted about her behavior, and told he either had to send her off to live on her own or she would be imprisoned at the fort. Her father pleaded for mercy for his daughter, yet in the end Nikita had to pack her things and leave; she would never see her father after that.

Years passed rather uneventfully and the young sprout of a teen girl had blossomed into an exotically beautiful woman, causing Nikita to once again be the source of resentful glares and upturned noses by the white women. Where once it had bothered her, now it just amused her greatly and in truth she took some satisfaction from it. By this time she had settled on the outskirts of Morgan's Creek, plying her trade as a seamstress to the nearby town and growing her herbs for the native remedies she'd been taught in her younger years. Her knowledge of 'potions' and herbs was only known to one specific sector of the town however: the outlaws. Being a true neutral, Nikita had no qualms with supplying the 'bad' men with whatever they needed. Though it was more about supplying one man, Ryder Scott, the former doctor. Due to her mixed blood earning her the instant disdain of most, usually women, it seemed that for now she only had a friend in the charming outlaw and the gang he belonged to.

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Name: Dakotah.
Age: 2 years.
Species/Breed: Canine, wolf hybrid.
Occupation: Guardian and constant companion of Nikita.

Short Bio:

Dakotah has lived with Nikita since only a few hours after he was born. The woman found the squirming little pup after his mother had abandoned him near her home; he was sickly and therefore was left behind. Nikita nursed him and raised him up into the loving friend he is today. Dakotah is a nice dog as long as his two-legged friend isn't being harmed or threatened, if that's the case then one should pray they are a fast runner. He rarely ever leaves Nikita's side, prefering to go wherever she goes.

Old 8th Aug 2008, 3:11 PM #33
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Name: Lillie Westwood
Age: 23
Occupation: Bakery Owner
Short Bio:

Lillie has lived in Morgan's Creek ever since she was born. Her family was quite poor and had very little money, so Lillie and her younger brother Harry helped out in order to keep from going homeless. Due to the large increase in gold, her father left when she was fourteen years old in order to make more money for his family. While her father was away Lillie's mom, who was a master when it came to baking delicious sweets opened up a bakery hoping that it she would make a lot of cash from it. Suprisingly, her business brought in many customers, allowing the Westwood family to afford things they couldn't before.

But soon things took a turn for the worst, when her mother's bakery was burned down due to an accidental fire. Out of a job and nowhere to turn, Lillie's mother did anything and everything to put food on the table. Because of their tragic loss, both Lillie and Harry went in search of a job so they could help out the family. But times became tough for the Westwood family, for her mother was from job to job earning very little cash, and having almost nothing to eat. Sometimes they went days without food because no one was making any money.

Because of the lack or money that was being made, Lillie secretly stole money from stores and families, claiming that she had gotten a job that paid good money. At midnight she would break into stores and steal just enough money for her family to eat a good meal. If stealing money wasn't possible, she would steal items from homes and sell them. Yet Lillie no longer had to steal, for months later her father returned with a large amount of cash, which was used for the reconstruction of her mother's bakery. As Lillie grew older she began to work in the bakery with her mother, while her father and brother worked as carpenters.

When Lillie turned nineteen, her mother and father died, and Harry left in order to find gold to bring back for them both. Now she's the owner of the bakery and lives alone, hoping that her brother Harry will come back safe and sound.

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 4:09 PM #34
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( Pretty sure the bakery is still up for grabs. )
Old 8th Aug 2008, 4:11 PM DefaultWilliam Dawes- App #35
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Name:William Dawes
Age: 43
Occupation: Sheriff
(Not Very) Breif Bio: The Dawes family have lived in Morgan's Creek since the initial rush to the area in 1859, where they have made themselves useful mainly in construction. William, the second generation of Dawes in the town, did not want to help his father with the business of carpentry and some crude blacksmithing, so he joined the army at age 15. His father did not care overmuch, as he had two other boys to carry on the family name and business.

Dawes made a name for himself in the army, having been credited with clearing the Colorado River watershed of Indians. He has since made it a point to stifle the fact that the area was never a homeland of Indians, just a path for nomadic tribes.

While in the army Dawes met a fellow by the name of Edward Morgan, and in what turned out to be a logistical mistake, saved his life. This made the two men fast friends, and both wound up back in Morgan's Creek. Morgan to become the illustrious mayor of the town, and Dawes to float from job to job, oftimes preventing fights before they happened. This did not escape Mayor Morgan's attention, who wanted to give his friend a steady income and wanted to quell the then current sheriff's annoyingly independent streak.

Morgan's oppurtunity came with a train robbery in Fairgrove, where the outlaws held the entire train up for days. Morgan arranged a posse to rescue the train of innocent people- including a US senator- and Dawes and the then sheriff was included. Dawes distinguished himself quite handily, capturing without killing three people, including the notorious outlaw Loagy Pete. During the shoot out on the train the then current sheriff was shot... and in gratitude the senator bestowed a hefty cash reward and a medal to supplement Dawes's collection from his army days. Mayor Morgan bestowed the position of sheriff on the train robbery hero, and Dawes was ecstatic to accept, hoping to bring law, order, peace and a chance for prosperity to the town of Morgan's Creek.

However, in the three years since Dawes became sheriff there has been much speculation in town as to whether Morgan arranged for the first sheriff to be shot in order to get his man into the position of almost sole enforcer of law and order. This has greatly hampered Sheriff Dawes's ability to maintain said law and order, hence the band of outlaws outside town, some small scale smuggling in the saloon, and prostitution no one even tries to hide anymore.

As sheriff Dawes has been responsible for... very little. The outlaws for the most part, are smart enough to stay out of his way, and the only other major problem for the town- corruption in the mayor's office- is how Dawes gets paid. Recently however, his wife, one Amelia Dawes, contracted a bad case of pneumonia and died. This was a year and a half ago. Overcome by grief the sheriff, who was a laughingstock in the town by this point for his general ineffectiveness, retreated to his office and the saloon to find solace in the bottle. This lasted for many months, but eventually his grief lost its edge and he vowed to make the town safe for everyone, especially his twin daughters.

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((OOC: Anyone who gets the irony of a sheriff named Dawes gets a cookie. I just couldn't resist ;p

Also, whoever wants the mayor position, if any part of this storyline bothers you, feel free to PM me and we can change it.

And there is a railroad in Fairgrove right? It only makes sense that there would be since there isn't one in Morgan's Creek and you just didn't get towns [or blocks of towns] without a railroad nearby, right?))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 4:18 PM DefaultApplication: Scarlett O'Reilly #36
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Name: Scarlett Marie O’Reilly

Age: 18

Occupation: Outlaw spy working as a Saloon girl

Short bio:

Scarlett is a problem child. Abandoned as a one year old child on the steps of the church in a neighbouring town, she was immediately sent off to the orphanage. There she was simply one of many, and neglected of any real love and affection. So, craving what she was deprived of, Scarlett began acting out, indulging in anarchist, mutinous behaviour, only resulting in pulling punishment onto herself and thus pushing herself further and further to the outside.

Finally, one day, she snapped and ran away from the orphanage. Although, it wasn’t a plan well thought through, leaving her wandering the dangerous desert for days. When she was found, she was almost a lost cause, lucky that her saviours happened upon her while there was still hope.

However, fortune had it’s twists and it turned out that her saviours were not good law abiding Samaritans, but rather the local gang of outlaws. That said, it turned out they were not all the violent pillagers they were made out to be, because, for starters, they had rescued her and managed to nurse her back to health. So, Scarlett was only too happy to join the gang officially.

She is quite fiery and outspoken, not standing for any sort of domination or letting anyone ignore her. However, as a consequence of her history she has low self-esteem. She’s young and therefore a little naïve in some ways and perhaps a little too idealistic for her own good. Proving she has a long way to go as an outlaw, Scarlett’s motto is ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.

She currently works as a Saloon girl – where her youth, lovely appearance, excellent singing and dancing rakes in the money – in Morgan’s Creek and being the favourite of the more important patrons, including the town Mayor, she is privy to equally important information that she passes onto the gang.

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(((OOC: Yup, another one of my immoral/espionage characters I hope it’s alright that she joins the current gang and that she works in the Saloon?
Also, as with Kate and all of my characters Feel free to PM about storylines with any of my characters
For whoever takes the Mayor, I hope what I said about him is okay? If not, do let me know and I'll edit )))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 5:04 PM #37
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(((ooc: Furry - I'm planning to add railroad tracks to the map, and then yes, there'll be a railroad station in Fairgrove. Though as I understand it, railroads weren't all that common in Colorado at this time, and that was part of their problem when applying for statehood. But around 1886, it seems those particular problems were being solved, so in short; yes, there is a railroad station in Fairgrove.

ETA:

paintedgrey - No one has claimed the bakery, so yup, it's yours if you want it.)))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 6:16 PM #38
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((Hehe, this is one attractive town. Added the pictures of Ryder. Sorry for the spam! I'm just excited for this RP to start. ))

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Old 8th Aug 2008, 6:22 PM #39
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Quote:
Originally Posted by trampledsneakers
((Hehe, this is one attractive town. Added the pictures of Ryder. Sorry for the spam! I'm just excited for this RP to start. ))

( Haha, yes it is! Especially the Sims characters. *wink* xD I'm excited too though, should be fun. )
Old 8th Aug 2008, 6:41 PM
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Old 8th Aug 2008, 11:56 PM #40
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(((ooc: Alright, the maps have been updated, and should now include the clinic, and a railroad. If you don't see the change, I suggest right-clicking and refreshing. I've also updated Robbie's bio with a few more details.
Will try to kick this all off tomorrow before I go to work, or when I get home from work on Sunday morning. Most likely the latter, but... You never know. :D


trampled - Eddie! Ehmm... 'scuse me; Ryder! (Gee, I wonder how a certain teenage troublemaker would react if she saw him now. ) )))

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Old 9th Aug 2008, 1:20 AM #41
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((ooc: I know this is spamming, but mehhh!
Her? PSH, he would still be the one trying to restrain himself from jumping her!
Glad you approve though. I'll have to get used to calling him Ryder; though it does sound a bit more like an outlaw name than Edward/Eddie. xD ))

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Old 9th Aug 2008, 8:48 AM #42
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(((OOC: I know, I know, Spambot strikes again :D, but I had to add to the general excitement and anticipation! Can't wait :D)))

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Old 9th Aug 2008, 5:57 PM #43
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(((OOC: Edited mine with pics of sim Stella. Nowhere near as gorgeous as the others on here, but I didn't quite want her to be. That's what ME is for LOL)))

You can call me Robyn, tis my name after all
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Old 10th Aug 2008, 3:49 AM #44
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((OOC: Edited both my charachter's bios... For some reason i thought that the sheriff was coming off as wussy, and upon rereading it I saw it could go either way... so thats fixed, and then I jsut randomly wrote something about smuggling therein and couldn't bring myself to delete that comment... so Felicity has the backstory.

Also, has Lillie Westwood been added to the character list? [post 33]? Prolly has and I'm blind, but... I didn't see it... yeah I'll shush up now))

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Old 10th Aug 2008, 4:39 AM DefaultConstance Schumacher #45
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Name: Constance Schumacher
Age: 23
Occupation: Rancher’s widow
Bio:
Constance came to Morgan’s Creek about three years ago when she married Emery Schumacher, the second generation owner of the Schumacher Cattle Ranch. Sadly, her marriage was short-lived as just four months after settling in Emery was shot (presumably by outlaws) while returning from town.

With the death of her husband, Constance was faced with an uncertain future, for Emery’s younger brother had inherited the ranch, and Constance had little money of her own and no family to turn to. She also couldn’t go back to her old work, for although she’d been a school teacher before her marriage, Morgan’s Creek already had a school teacher, and Constance, now two months pregnant, knew she wouldn’t be hired to teach in another town.

Fortunately, Emery’s younger brother asked her to stay on at the ranch. He did so both out of respect for Emery and because the young man needed all the help he could get. So now she tends to the main house and cooks for her brother-in-law and the ranch hands. Though she had some misgivings at first, Constance is now glad that she decided to stay, for she has come to care for her brother-in-law as if he was her own brother, and her daughter, Emmy, simply adores her uncle.

Constance is a kind and gentle person who loves to socialize, so it is not uncommon to see her strolling around town chatting with her friends.

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With Emmy

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((OOC - If anyone is interested in taking the role of Constance’s brother-in-law feel free to PM me and we can work it out.:D))
Old 10th Aug 2008, 7:24 AM DefaultRoleplay officially started #46
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As the first rays of sunlight start creeping over the horizon, painting the sky with purple, red, yellow, and every hue in between, life on the prairie and the small town of Morgan's Creek slowly rises from it's slumber. The merry trill of a bird is joined by another, and then a third, roosters start crowing their penetrating welcome of the sun, and soon the cows and the horses join in the melody of morning. Slowly the few dusty streets of the town start filling with people, and before long, yet another day is under way in Morgan's Creek.

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Old 10th Aug 2008, 7:41 AM DefaultRobbie Logan #47
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"'Ey! Wake up!"

In the outlaw camp, the first thing to cut through the early morning sounds of the prairie - crickets chirping, the soft whisper of small gusts of wind, and... snores - was the voice of young Robbie Logan, tough and rugged outlaw in the making, while he went from colleague to colleague, creating a minor symphony of thumps, moans and grunts, as his method of choice when rousing his older friends, was a boot shoved in their side. Himself often being made the target of various joking or sometimes downright snide remarks by them, he took whatever chances he got to pay them back, with the methods ranging from equally sarcastic comments, to pranks, to far more evil and torturous deeds, such as, yes, actually kicking them awake. As far as he was concerned, they all always had it coming for some reason or other. Even though he might not remember exactly what that reason was, he was sure it existed, thus making them deserving of whatever he chose to do to them. And as waking them up was a good thing to do - although perhaps not in this particular way, causing quite a few less than cheerful morning moods - there was no real reason for them to be angry or annoyed with him.
Not that it stopped some of them from being annoyed anyway, as he was to experience when one of them took a swipe at the intrusive foot poking them in the side. But still, waking them all up to a fresh pot of coffee was a nice thing to do, no?

Rarely getting to tag along for whatever adventures the others set out on, despite having been around for the past couple of months and learning what he himself considered to be a great deal in the process, he usually ended up needing less sleep during the night. Partly because he didn't get to do all that much during the days, except for what he himself set out to do, which mostly included working on his aim, his already quick draw, and his riding skills, and partly because he often foudn the time for a bit of a nap in the shade around noon, when the sun was high in the sky and doing it's best to torture any poor sod stupid enough to defy the heat. Consequently, he tended to wake up before the rest of the bunch he was riding with did. Something that had proven quite useful this morning, as he had gotten an idea last night. Being only fifteen, and rarely participating in robberies and such, meant he rarely got a cut of whatever booty the others had gotten their hands on, which in turn meant he was always broke. His brother, James, the one with the final say as far as what Robbie did and did not get to do, was under the impression that since Robbie was so young, he didn't actually need any money, as all his needs - or so James thought - was food, water and clothing, and that he got from the gang. And if there was something else he needed money for, well, then "all he had to do was ask". Unfortunately, Robbie had soon learned that asking was not the same thing as recieving, especially not when it came to his brother, and so he still had no money for what he really wanted to do; buy a better gun, and take a little trip to the Saloon. And not only sit around waiting for the others to finish drinking, gambling and 'socializing' with the pretty ladies, but this time to actually get his first real taste of whiskey, and of women. However, whenever the matter had been brought up, all James ever did was snort and dismiss him as being 'too young' - man, there was a phrase he'd heard to death! - and thus, Robbie was still without money, and without the experiences money could by.
Which left him with the only choice of taking matters into his own hands.

And in that aspect, waking up before all the others had proven most useful indeed, for it provided him with a golden opportunity. After having made sure they were all still sound asleep, Robbie had snuck over to James' horse, and stuck his hand into one of the saddle bags, which he knew still contained money from a train robbery the other day. Within seconds, he'd retrieved a few bills and quickly shoved them into his pocket, and then went on to close the saddle bag, careful to make sure it looked just like it had before he'd opened it. On his smile had been a faint smile, at the thought of what he'd just done. Stealing from a thief, how was that for poetic justice?

Only once he'd been done, now the new owner of ten whole dollars, had the procedure of waking up the others commenced, and he couldn't help but to grin at the curses pouring down on him as one after another his mates were subjected to his 'considerate' wakening. Though the smile on his lips faded when he reached the spot where only a week ago another mate, Richard, had been sleeping, and paused ever so briefly. The spot was now empty, as Richard was no longer resting ON the ground, but below it, killed in the shootout with those men on the stage coach.

He wasn't left to dwell on the matter for very long, however, as seconds later he was given other things to think about, when a small tin cup came flying and hit in the back of the head with a faint, metallic 'boing'.

"Hey", he protested, turning around to see who it was that had retaliated.



(((ooc: Turned out a bit longer than intended, but eh. :shrug: Had to set the mood.
trampled - Don't tempt me! (Can't decide if I like the adult or the teen version better. And just one more, for good measure. Leigh spammage is now over.) )))

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Old 10th Aug 2008, 8:46 AM DefaultKate - Out on the town #48
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Kate stirred slightly from her sleep, enveloped by the soft covers adoring her bed, craved warmth in the night, but turning to discardable heat in the mornings and her slender form rested in exactly the same mould it’d formed when she resigned herself to the security of slumber. Eyelids finished off with a thick tassel of black lashes fluttered slightly as she took in a breath of air, opening to seep out the icy blue fire of her eyes into the cold light of the room.

It was early still. Yet, it was time for Kate, who needed to rise early in order to have the rest of the day work in order. She always had been an early riser in any case and thus there was little problem, there was little fuss and she gracefully slid out of bed, her soft feet pushing down on the cold, polished wooden floor of her bedroom. Easing herself into her dressing gown, she rearranged her bed, starting her usual ritual of practices.

Walking over to the window, Kate eased back the curtains, the pale early sunlight flooding in to dance over the smooth surfaces of the room. In all honesty, she did love this time of morning, perhaps why she’d always woken up so early, just to catch it in time and it was always worth it. The coolness of the sun not yet out to bear down its heat, the clear sky, the sound of the early birds singing their tunes. It was peaceful bliss.

Taking a few moments to admire it once more before the bustle of the day began, Kate tore herself away from the window, moving to ready herself, teeth brushed, bathed, and dressed in a stylish skirt and blouse, the long obsidian curls tied back only slightly as ever, leaving the majority of the locks free, before she moved onto breakfast. Yes, breakfast, the most important meal of the day, which one really should not compromise on, yet so many do. Hmm, she’d have to make sure that Mrs Mullinger was still taking her prescribed medication.

Helping herself to bread and cheese, Kate reviewed her plan for the rest of the day. Then of course, Asher joined her, ever so happy at having found his mistress again so early on. Kneeling to pet her loyal companion, her deft fingers running through his snow fur, Kate realised that she owed him a walk. His food had been laid out for him, he had the entire garden to play in and she would be back to check on him during the day. And she would take him on that walk. At the end of the day. First, she’d go open up the surgery first and review her appointments, then she move on to house calls – poor Mrs Mullinger wasn’t in best shape to venture out to the infirmary – then she’d stay on call until late where she could quickly visit the general store to pick up groceries. Although, admittedly, she always was on call.

Satisfied with her preparations, Kate gathered what she needed; her bag, purse and keys, moving out and leaving the house, locked safely to make her way down to the town centre.

(((OOC: Kate is approachable
Tried to keep it short, really I did :D)))

"Life is just a chance to grow a soul" - A. Powell Davies
Old 10th Aug 2008, 12:22 PM DefaultDex Woolgar and Robbie Logan - Outlaw Hideout #49
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# 1 [Morning #1]

In the middle of a dream of a sunlit morning, waking up to all the sweet sounds of the wildlife around them on the prairie, Dex woke up for real. Due to the memory of beginning the day nice and easy was almost forgotten since about two months time, he had started to have dreams to make up for the brutal awakenings he was now subjected to. This morning was no exception, and as he got the kick to his side, he uttered a slight grunt in disapproval. Though Dex was tired, it didn't stop him to avenge. He quickly reached for whatever came first, which happened to be a tin cup, and hurled it in Robbie's direction. To his satisfaction, he managed to hit the boy in the back of his head.

"Hey", Robbie objected, and turned around.

Dex still layed on his back, with a big old smile on his lips, feeling quite content with his payback. If the life as an outlaw failed to keep him young, Robbie sure would. Not that he didn't loose his patience now and then, but all in all, it was nice to have the boy around. Even if Dex of course would have prefered it if he could have a normal upbringing, instead of a life among the lawless. But they couldn't shut him out, because no one else would have him. The Morgan's of the town had made his existance quite impossible. And Dex felt for him, though for an outsider, it might not seem like it at the moment.

"Keep that up, kid, and you won't live to see your next birthday", he said with a harsh tone of voice, but with a glint in the corner of his eye.
Old 10th Aug 2008, 2:11 PM DefaultGwen - Another day at school #50
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A gentle knock on the door woke Gwen up. Before she could even mutter a Come in, her step-mother Juliet slowly opened the door and whispered, with a forced smile:
"Good morning, Gwen. Wake up and come down, it's already late."
Gwen remained lying and listened to the sounds of morning. Then, after she almost fell asleep again, she got up and dressed in one of her dresses she disliked, green and dotty. Then she just stood there, gathering strenght to go to the small drawing room, when she usually ate breakfast alone with her step-siblings annoying and disturbing her. What a hell of a life, she thought. Living in a house where nobody wants you is not that bad, but beeing an under-aged woman, living in a house where nobody likes you is worse. Then she shook her head, put a smile on her face and left her bedroom for breakfast.

Lilith, her sister, ran towards her with a smile of joy. Gwen greeted her and thought of the amazing similarity between Juliet and Lilith, the same grace, fairness, infirmity, weakness and hidden maliciousness. Her whealthy father married not-so-whealty Juliet seven years ago and they've had two children since then, both week and ill most of the time. Gwen felt bad for her because she knew her father despised her so much that he didn't even try to hide his affairs from her.
With a sigh, she entered the drawing room and sat by the small table, sitting alone and trying to ignore Lilith beating the piano, Sam tugging her by the sleeve and Juliet constantly asking her about her mood, plans, future and the color of her new dress.


"Why don't you take Sam for a walk to the bakery?" Gwen finally asked Juliet, hoping to get rid of her. After she suceeded and her step-mother left, holding hands with the toddler, she quickly stood up and went towards the bathroom to get ready for school. The intruding Lilith followed her and demanded to get her hair done before Gwen's. Gwen did it and after that she grabbed her bag with one hand and grabbed Lilith with another and so they headed for school.

((occ: finished in a hurry, might complete later))
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