Here's my bio Appearance: Pale, tall man with light brown hair Clothing: Blue shirt, faded jeans, bullhide boots and spurs, brown jacket, black hat Job: Cowboy, gunslinger Background: From Wyoming, traveled all over the West OOC: How's that? Anything I need to add?
OOC: I am not in charge of this roleplay, but from looking back through the thread it seems the original creator of the RP had set this as a template for character bios.
~Character Template~ Name:
Gender:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Bio:
I think it is best just to have a soft reset of the RP, though from what I read, the story seemed to be about a bandit named Shadow Revolver stealing a shipment from another character as a job, while a former Samurai from Japan adjusts to settling in the American Frontier and at the Golden Stud Tavern that he is currently visiting, there is a female cow wrangler working to secure extra money for her endeavors.
As for my character, I'll post a bio soon, though my original post was just to attract new and old users back to the RP. I didn't have anything specific in mind yet, but the pocket watch she holds is central to her story.
Here's my bio Appearance: Pale, tall man with light brown hair Clothing: Blue shirt, faded jeans, bullhide boots and spurs, brown jacket, black hat Job: Cowboy, gunslinger Background: From Wyoming, traveled all over the West OOC: How's that? Anything I need to add?
OOC: I am not in charge of this roleplay, but from looking back through the thread it seems the original creator of the RP had set this as a template for character bios.
~Character Template~ Name:
Gender:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Bio:
I think it is best just to have a soft reset of the RP, though from what I read, the story seemed to be about a bandit named Shadow Revolver stealing a shipment from another character as a job, while a former Samurai from Japan adjusts to settling in the American Frontier and at the Golden Stud Tavern that he is currently visiting, there is a female cow wrangler working to secure extra money for her endeavors.
As for my character, I'll post a bio soon, though my original post was just to attract new and old users back to the RP. I didn't have anything specific in mind yet, but the pocket watch she holds is central to her story.
Here's my bio Appearance: Pale, tall man with light brown hair Clothing: Blue shirt, faded jeans, bullhide boots and spurs, brown jacket, black hat Job: Cowboy, gunslinger Background: From Wyoming, traveled all over the West OOC: How's that? Anything I need to add?
Character Sheet:
Name: Sydna Whitney
Gender: Female
Occupation: Drifter/Former Illusionist
Appearance: Tanned from long exposure to the sun, Synda stands at 5'9" yet remains hunched over in thought most of the time. Wrapped over her left eye is a fresh cloth bandage, and on her head is a cowboy hat that is slightly damaged on the brim.
She wears a torn brown tailcoat jacket over a faded grey paisley vest, and underneath a white Caroline blouse stained with dust and clay. In the right pocket of her vest hangs a rusty pocket watch. The ends of her beige dress trousers are worn, and she carries her a revolver in a plain brown leather arm holster. She sports a pair of black Ellsworth boots that are in need of a good polish.
Bio: Sydna was once a fledging illusionist performing for small towns, but after a show went horribly wrong she let go of her staff and traveled alone aimlessly on her wagon until she came to Fort Legoredo.
*I wonder if you can even understand what I just said, and I just stand awkwardly, until a faint rumbling noise catches my ear*
-Kawamoto looked at him questionably, looking curious-
IC: Breaking the tension was the appearance of a withered figure bearing a fresh bandage over her left eye. Entering the Tavern without a word, the figure silently limps towards the nearest stool and sits down. In one hand she held a pocket watch, rusted with age yet still ticking.
Noticing Kawamoto's anxious face, the figure tips her weathered cowboy hat in his direction as a friendly gesture.
-Kawamoto looked at him questionably, looking curious-
IC: Breaking the tension was the appearance of a withered figure bearing a fresh bandage over her left eye. Entering the Tavern without a word, the figure silently limps towards the nearest stool and sits down. In one hand she held a pocket watch, rusted with age yet still ticking.
Noticing Kawamoto's anxious face, the figure tips her weathered cowboy hat in his direction as a friendly gesture.
IC: Breaking the tension was the appearance of a withered figure bearing a fresh bandage over her left eye. Entering the Tavern without a word, the figure silently limps towards the nearest stool and sits down. In one hand she held a pocket watch, rusted with age yet still ticking.
Noticing Kawamoto's anxious face, the figure tips her weathered cowboy hat in his direction as a friendly gesture.
*The old cowboy enters. He spits on the ground* Howdy
Looking away from Kawamoto, the Injured Figure motions for a sarsaparillailla and hands the Tavern owner the required payment. After receiving her drink, she strolls over to a corner table and glances at the Elderly Cowboy for a moment without much thought.
Catching eye of something brewing outside as the Tavern doors swing shut behind him, the Injured Figure immediately quickens her step, nearly dropping her drink. Entering an establishment across from the Golden Stud were a trio of dangerous looking types wearing bandannas that covered a majority of their face. A fourth remained outside, and after massaging his throat proceeded in the direction of the Tavern on his horse.
He enters the Tavern and barely misses the Injured Figure who sits down at looks at her pocket watch while taking a second sip of her drink. The Man shoves the Elderly Cowboy and gruffly orders the owner to make him a drink. Fixing his bandanna, he looks at the Elderly Cowboy with scorn, and spits on the ground in front of him.
*The old cowboy enters. He spits on the ground* Howdy
Looking away from Kawamoto, the Injured Figure motions for a sarsaparillailla and hands the Tavern owner the required payment. After receiving her drink, she strolls over to a corner table and glances at the Elderly Cowboy for a moment without much thought.
Catching eye of something brewing outside as the Tavern doors swing shut behind him, the Injured Figure immediately quickens her step, nearly dropping her drink. Entering an establishment across from the Golden Stud were a trio of dangerous looking types wearing bandannas that covered a majority of their face. A fourth remained outside, and after massaging his throat proceeded in the direction of the Tavern on his horse.
He enters the Tavern and barely misses the Injured Figure who sits down at looks at her pocket watch while taking a second sip of her drink. The Man shoves the Elderly Cowboy and gruffly orders the owner to make him a drink. Fixing his bandanna, he looks at the Elderly Cowboy with scorn, and spits on the ground in front of him.
Looking away from Kawamoto, the Injured Figure motions for a sarsaparillailla and hands the Tavern owner the required payment. After receiving her drink, she strolls over to a corner table and glances at the Elderly Cowboy for a moment without much thought.
Catching eye of something brewing outside as the Tavern doors swing shut behind him, the Injured Figure immediately quickens her step, nearly dropping her drink. Entering an establishment across from the Golden Stud were a trio of dangerous looking types wearing bandannas that covered a majority of their face. A fourth remained outside, and after massaging his throat proceeded in the direction of the Tavern on his horse.
He enters the Tavern and barely misses the Injured Figure who sits down at looks at her pocket watch while taking a second sip of her drink. The Man shoves the Elderly Cowboy and gruffly orders the owner to make him a drink. Fixing his bandanna, he looks at the Elderly Cowboy with scorn, and spits on the ground in front of him.
*Elijah laughs* Get me some Colorado Kool-Aid
The Man raises an eyebrow at Elijah. "You're new 'round here, so I'll offer you a welcoming gift." Motioning at the owner, he prepares the drink and hands it to The Man who raises it as a toast. "Cheers to the newcomer!" He then pulls out his weapon and rapidly fires at the feet of Elijah. "Now, dance, newcomer!"
In the background, patrons begin to dodge the wild projectiles. The Injured figure sitting in the corner ducks as a projectile blows right through her hat. She recovers and coolly resumes drinking her sarsaparillailla, catching a flying tomato thrown by a random fleeing patron with one hand and quietly eating it.
The Man raises an eyebrow at Elijah. "You're new 'round here, so I'll offer you a welcoming gift." Motioning at the owner, he prepares the drink and hands it to The Man who raises it as a toast. "Cheers to the newcomer!" He then pulls out his weapon and rapidly fires at the feet of Elijah. "Now, dance, newcomer!"
In the background, patrons begin to dodge the wild projectiles. The Injured figure sitting in the corner ducks as a projectile blows right through her hat. She recovers and coolly resumes drinking her sarsaparillailla, catching a flying tomato thrown by a random fleeing patron with one hand and quietly eating it.
*Elijah tips his hat.* Thanks for the gift! *Drinks his beverage.*
The Man raises an eyebrow at Elijah. "You're new 'round here, so I'll offer you a welcoming gift." Motioning at the owner, he prepares the drink and hands it to The Man who raises it as a toast. "Cheers to the newcomer!" He then pulls out his weapon and rapidly fires at the feet of Elijah. "Now, dance, newcomer!"
In the background, patrons begin to dodge the wild projectiles. The Injured figure sitting in the corner ducks as a projectile blows right through her hat. She recovers and coolly resumes drinking her sarsaparillailla, catching a flying tomato thrown by a random fleeing patron with one hand and quietly eating it.
*Elijah tips his hat.* Thanks for the gift! *Drinks his beverage.*
Everyone in the Tavern looks at Elijah in awe, surprised at his unwavering character—all except the Injured Figure. Keeping an eye on the Man In the Bandanna, she notices his hand slowly reaching for an *ahem* "44658a Lego Piece"...
ZIPH!
The Man In the Bandana screams in agony, ceasing all talk of Elijah's brash attitude from the patrons. Breathing heavily. he slowly raises his shaking hand. "A-a playing card?" He says.
One onlooker slaps his knee and laughs. "Now dat's a paper cut!"
*Elijah tips his hat.* Thanks for the gift! *Drinks his beverage.*
Everyone in the Tavern looks at Elijah in awe, surprised at his unwavering character—all except the Injured Figure. Keeping an eye on the Man In the Bandanna, she notices his hand slowly reaching for an *ahem* "44658a Lego Piece"...
ZIPH!
The Man In the Bandana screams in agony, ceasing all talk of Elijah's brash attitude from the patrons. Breathing heavily. he slowly raises his shaking hand. "A-a playing card?" He says.
One onlooker slaps his knee and laughs. "Now dat's a paper cut!"
Barmaid bring us all a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. And bring a box of bandaids for this feller.
Everyone in the Tavern looks at Elijah in awe, surprised at his unwavering character—all except the Injured Figure. Keeping an eye on the Man In the Bandanna, she notices his hand slowly reaching for an *ahem* "44658a Lego Piece"...
ZIPH!
The Man In the Bandana screams in agony, ceasing all talk of Elijah's brash attitude from the patrons. Breathing heavily. he slowly raises his shaking hand. "A-a playing card?" He says.
One onlooker slaps his knee and laughs. "Now dat's a paper cut!"
Barmaid bring us all a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. And bring a box of bandaids for this feller.
While this is being done, the Injured Figure slips outside.
While this is being done, the Injured Figure slips outside.
Hey!! Come over here.
The Man In the Bandana grabs Elijah roughly by the shoulder with his good hand and pulls him forward, meeting him face to face. "Look here newcomer!" He raises his other hand, now wrapped in bandages, and yells. "You've made a mess of my firing hand. Hey! I said look here!" He pulls on Elijah's collar to get his attention away from the Tavern door and shouts even louder.
Outside, the Injured Figure hastens toward the outskirts of the Fort, but the Man In the Bandana's constant yelling alerts the rest of his crew who immediately head for the Tavern. Brushing past the Injured Figure, they kick the Tavern door open and pull out their weapons. Their leader, the tallest of the bunch, rasps out a command. "Stay put and drop 'er weapons!" A frightened waiter tries to return his tray, but the Leader aims his rifle at him. "I said stay put!"
The Man In the Bandana grabs Elijah roughly by the shoulder with his good hand and pulls him forward, meeting him face to face. "Look here newcomer!" He raises his other hand, now wrapped in bandages, and yells. "You've made a mess of my firing hand. Hey! I said look here!" He pulls on Elijah's collar to get his attention away from the Tavern door and shouts even louder.
Outside, the Injured Figure hastens toward the outskirts of the Fort, but the Man In the Bandana's constant yelling alerts the rest of his crew who immediately head for the Tavern. Brushing past the Injured Figure, they kick the Tavern door open and pull out their weapons. Their leader, the tallest of the bunch, rasps out a command. "Stay put and drop 'er weapons!" A frightened waiter tries to return his tray, but the Leader aims his rifle at him. "I said stay put!"
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