I guess you guys can have multiple characters, as long as their part of your story. Just don't start multiple stories with multiple characters, it makes it hard on me. But you can make supporting characters for your stories and such as you need, that's fine.
Whitethorne
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It was early in the morning and Jake Reynolds was going to work early this day. As he was walking through town Jake watched as a group of Mexicans (three) were slapping a girl around demanding money from her. Jake, with his hate toward these people, ran up to them and hit one in the back of the head with a 2x4 he saw laying on the ground. Immediately the Mexicans legs crumbled beneath him and he fell to the ground. The other two looked up at him as he pulled out a six shooter style revolver and aimed it at the bigger one.
"Get the hell outta here you worthless bastards!" Jake said, just then the sheriff stepped out of his office to see the young Jake Reynolds pointing a pistol at a dirt covered, brown skinned Mexican thug.
"Jake, that is ENOUGH!" Yelled the sheriff and ran toward him, he got there just to late as the yell startled Jake and he pulled the trigger, sending the Mexican thug soaring backwards and landing on the ground with a bullet in his left shoulder...
"Get the hell outta here you worthless bastards!" Jake said, just then the sheriff stepped out of his office to see the young Jake Reynolds pointing a pistol at a dirt covered, brown skinned Mexican thug.
"Jake, that is ENOUGH!" Yelled the sheriff and ran toward him, he got there just to late as the yell startled Jake and he pulled the trigger, sending the Mexican thug soaring backwards and landing on the ground with a bullet in his left shoulder...
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OOC: I don't mind, but does anybody think we should have rules about what we can do to other people's characters?
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Note 2: Extending the definitions of OOC and IC a bit here...
IC:
Devin sighed. Things didn't seem to make sense- somebody other then Wilkes had been attacking the captain. At least he thought it was the captain. The attacker wasn't him and it wasn't, as far as he could tell, Wilkes. Then he thought. There was one possible answer.
"He didn't. He couldn't have!"
David looked at the situation. He didn't know what was going on, though he knew he hadn't fired a shot in anger. Or at all, for that matter. It was beggining to get around that somebody called Wilkes was deliberately trying to start an Indian war. As far as he could tell, he was superflous- while he wanted to start another Indian war, he didn't think he was needed here.
EDIT: Removed.
Note 2: Extending the definitions of OOC and IC a bit here...
IC:
Devin sighed. Things didn't seem to make sense- somebody other then Wilkes had been attacking the captain. At least he thought it was the captain. The attacker wasn't him and it wasn't, as far as he could tell, Wilkes. Then he thought. There was one possible answer.
"He didn't. He couldn't have!"
David looked at the situation. He didn't know what was going on, though he knew he hadn't fired a shot in anger. Or at all, for that matter. It was beggining to get around that somebody called Wilkes was deliberately trying to start an Indian war. As far as he could tell, he was superflous- while he wanted to start another Indian war, he didn't think he was needed here.
Well, I figured people would know not to do anything to another player's character(s) without their permission first, like you and germanicus used each other's permission, so charles, in the future, please don't pull other people's characters into a situation the player didn't want them to be in.
And, I can assure you that guns are loud. I go shooting often and yes, guns are loud and your internet sources are wrong.
And, I can assure you that guns are loud. I go shooting often and yes, guns are loud and your internet sources are wrong.
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Out of curiosity, what sort of sound is it, and how does it compare with it's movie equivilant?
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How long until the update, anyway?
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Sorry: but hey! that is what I heard, might be someone else: I just love to tanglle with people. I want to see what happens!
Jake lay on the cold stone floor of his jail cell staring up at the cold gray ceiling. "Damn Mexican bums..." Jake muttered to himself as the sheriff came walking up to his cell.
"So Jake, you mind tellin me why you shot that Mexican fellow?"
"Those bastards were tryin to steal from that women who went an ran off when I showed!"
"Hmm, well you're lucky your the gunsmiths apprentice and he needs ya back or else you'd be stayin here a little bit longer. But the gunsmith is a good man and if he needs help then I guess your free to go." The sheriff unlocked the cell and let Jake go after spending three days in jail, the first thing Jake did was go to the local saloon to get some real food and a few drinks. When he got there though he saw one of the three Mexicans, the one that ran away when he pulled the gun out.
"Hey . .. .. .. .. .!" The Mexican, already drunk, yelled at Jake as he entered and came staggering over towards him. "You the . .. .. .. .. .. .. . who shot my friend! I'm gun... gun... gunna cut you up!" He said between hiccups.
"Look, I aint wanten any trouble right now so why don't you take your brown ass and crawl back under the rock you came out of. It'd do us all a favor, right?" He gestured toward the crowd of people watching the argument.
"Whatcha say to me boy?" The man asked him and began to glare at Jake. Then out of no where the gunsmith came out of the crowd, threw the Mexican to the ground with ease, and ordered Jake to leave the saloon and go back to work. Jake, furious that he didn't get to slap the dirt bag around left the saloon and headed for home instead of work, he decided a little sleep in a real bed might do him some good...
"So Jake, you mind tellin me why you shot that Mexican fellow?"
"Those bastards were tryin to steal from that women who went an ran off when I showed!"
"Hmm, well you're lucky your the gunsmiths apprentice and he needs ya back or else you'd be stayin here a little bit longer. But the gunsmith is a good man and if he needs help then I guess your free to go." The sheriff unlocked the cell and let Jake go after spending three days in jail, the first thing Jake did was go to the local saloon to get some real food and a few drinks. When he got there though he saw one of the three Mexicans, the one that ran away when he pulled the gun out.
"Hey . .. .. .. .. .!" The Mexican, already drunk, yelled at Jake as he entered and came staggering over towards him. "You the . .. .. .. .. .. .. . who shot my friend! I'm gun... gun... gunna cut you up!" He said between hiccups.
"Look, I aint wanten any trouble right now so why don't you take your brown ass and crawl back under the rock you came out of. It'd do us all a favor, right?" He gestured toward the crowd of people watching the argument.
"Whatcha say to me boy?" The man asked him and began to glare at Jake. Then out of no where the gunsmith came out of the crowd, threw the Mexican to the ground with ease, and ordered Jake to leave the saloon and go back to work. Jake, furious that he didn't get to slap the dirt bag around left the saloon and headed for home instead of work, he decided a little sleep in a real bed might do him some good...
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Jacob awoke to a bright sunny, but hot day, Jacob looked around and spotted his horse Apache dining on some shrubs nearby and chuckled. Jacob stood up and dusted himself off, he put his jacket across Apache's saddle and placed his hat on his head and walked to the local stream and got some water and washed his face. He stood up and noticed a dust cloud nearby, he immediatly whistled and Apache was right there ready to ride off.
One hour later, Jacob was on a hill peering into the distance, he can see 3 different dust clouds, 1 was the larger of the two and seems to be heading, from what Jacob could tell by the sun's location, East. The other dust cloud seems to be heading for the other dust cloud, none of them the larger one, Jacob pondered his position, he could go after the larger dust cloud and hope that it is his scouting party, but then again the two clouds racing towards each other may be his cavalry as well. Jacob sat there for awhile before he realized, "Wait I know where the fort is. The sun rises in the east, it is dawn, I just have to follow the sun."
But before Jacob steered Apache towards the east, he heard gunshots, very distance but he knew the sound.... they were henry repeating rifles. His men were under attack, but where? Jacob quickly scanned the horizon, and noticed that the 2 smaller clouds had subsided, he figured the action was there, he still didn't know who the other cloud was, but he was sure one was his scouting party. So he gave Apache the spurs and Apache raced off with quick speed that put the jackrabbit to shame.
Fifteen minutes later, Jacob can now clearly hear the sounds of battle, his officers issuing commands and the shouts of the attackers, which Jacob by now assumes to be Banditos, but he also heard something he was not expecting, several squeals from women. Jacob was now confused, what would women be doing with Banditos or the Cavalry? Jacob rounded the hill and spotted the battlefield and gasped.
What he saw was the bandits shooting their pistols towards the US cavalry troopers, who are in turn guarding the Stagecoach from the West. Jacob sighed, he grabbed his Henry rifle and pet Apache who shook, Apache was ready to fight and Jacob knew it. So with a loud rallying cry Jacob entered the fight surprising the Bandits.
OOC: I leave the results of this battle to bestshot.
EDIT: To clarify, the stagecoach under attack is not carrying the gold, it is coming from the West. The stagecoach with the gold is coming from the east, and will reach the fort first and meet the cavalry guard which has yet to arrive.
One hour later, Jacob was on a hill peering into the distance, he can see 3 different dust clouds, 1 was the larger of the two and seems to be heading, from what Jacob could tell by the sun's location, East. The other dust cloud seems to be heading for the other dust cloud, none of them the larger one, Jacob pondered his position, he could go after the larger dust cloud and hope that it is his scouting party, but then again the two clouds racing towards each other may be his cavalry as well. Jacob sat there for awhile before he realized, "Wait I know where the fort is. The sun rises in the east, it is dawn, I just have to follow the sun."
But before Jacob steered Apache towards the east, he heard gunshots, very distance but he knew the sound.... they were henry repeating rifles. His men were under attack, but where? Jacob quickly scanned the horizon, and noticed that the 2 smaller clouds had subsided, he figured the action was there, he still didn't know who the other cloud was, but he was sure one was his scouting party. So he gave Apache the spurs and Apache raced off with quick speed that put the jackrabbit to shame.
Fifteen minutes later, Jacob can now clearly hear the sounds of battle, his officers issuing commands and the shouts of the attackers, which Jacob by now assumes to be Banditos, but he also heard something he was not expecting, several squeals from women. Jacob was now confused, what would women be doing with Banditos or the Cavalry? Jacob rounded the hill and spotted the battlefield and gasped.
What he saw was the bandits shooting their pistols towards the US cavalry troopers, who are in turn guarding the Stagecoach from the West. Jacob sighed, he grabbed his Henry rifle and pet Apache who shook, Apache was ready to fight and Jacob knew it. So with a loud rallying cry Jacob entered the fight surprising the Bandits.
OOC: I leave the results of this battle to bestshot.
EDIT: To clarify, the stagecoach under attack is not carrying the gold, it is coming from the West. The stagecoach with the gold is coming from the east, and will reach the fort first and meet the cavalry guard which has yet to arrive.
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You can just create a character.
Daniel Stewart - Gunsmith (thank god for rivalry) Aged 31, Male well built and not only can make and fix guns, is an expert marksman due to all the testing of his repairs and his time in the service.
Raised in Pennsylvania he learned the trade of his father a well known and respected gunsmith, and he learned it well. Veteran of the Union forces in the Civil War. He was a Master Sergent with General Sherman's army when he marched thru the South carving a path of desolation. He retired immediately after the war due to the distaste he had with such tactics. He lost the pinky off his right hand when a cannoball rolled by and clipped him and ripped his best friend to shreds. He moved to the west to get away from memories and start anew.
Raised in Pennsylvania he learned the trade of his father a well known and respected gunsmith, and he learned it well. Veteran of the Union forces in the Civil War. He was a Master Sergent with General Sherman's army when he marched thru the South carving a path of desolation. He retired immediately after the war due to the distaste he had with such tactics. He lost the pinky off his right hand when a cannoball rolled by and clipped him and ripped his best friend to shreds. He moved to the west to get away from memories and start anew.
human-slaughter
brand new year
Four men rode storming off the ranch. With empty saddlebags and loaded rifles they headed dead east along the main road connecting Whitethorn to the rest of the world.
The dust from the stagecoach gave off its position from far off. The Pinkerton’s defending the coach had known they were traveling through Native American territory and instructed the coach to speed its way through this last stretch. However more then Indians lurked around the bend.
Meanwhile in Whitethorn a young man approached the sheriff,
“Sheriff, Sheriff!” Billy Don Weatherford had rode in the town to steer the Sheriff away from his friends “The people over at Harris Ranch are planning on robbing that Coach. They’ve got dynamite!”
As the stagecoach cleared the bend an explosion rocked the area blowing a hole through the coach and killing many of the armed escorts. The 4 riders rode in faces covered with red bandannas killing the remainder of the guards. One of the riders hoped down to find any survivors while the rest rode to the remains of the carriage to collect the loot.
As the explosion was heard in town the Sheriff had to round up his men.
William Swift and the others had little time. They were only able to collect a fraction of the loot before they had to retreat.
The dust from the stagecoach gave off its position from far off. The Pinkerton’s defending the coach had known they were traveling through Native American territory and instructed the coach to speed its way through this last stretch. However more then Indians lurked around the bend.
Meanwhile in Whitethorn a young man approached the sheriff,
“Sheriff, Sheriff!” Billy Don Weatherford had rode in the town to steer the Sheriff away from his friends “The people over at Harris Ranch are planning on robbing that Coach. They’ve got dynamite!”
As the stagecoach cleared the bend an explosion rocked the area blowing a hole through the coach and killing many of the armed escorts. The 4 riders rode in faces covered with red bandannas killing the remainder of the guards. One of the riders hoped down to find any survivors while the rest rode to the remains of the carriage to collect the loot.
As the explosion was heard in town the Sheriff had to round up his men.
William Swift and the others had little time. They were only able to collect a fraction of the loot before they had to retreat.
I'll post update in this post. Story time is over. Continue your stories after the update, but I will need time to re-read the stories and then write the update. Don't bother me about when the update will be, for it will come, hopefully by the end of tomorrow.
so i'm your apprentice
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I'll wait until after the update to post my story.
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