An armed society... [Sign Ups] Is a polite society... [Wild West]

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  • The "Wild West"
    "Everyone out there has a gun, even some of the women... and if you insult any one, it won't go too well in your favor. As they say, 'An armed society is a polite society...' So why go out to the west, where a single bad word against another man could get you shot, and making a life is hard, dangerous, and of course tiring? Because it's exhilarating. There's nothing like drawing a gun on another man and opening fire, knowing both of you could be shot down by the either, like hunting down a local injun tribe because the sheriff wants 'em gone. Course you should know that already shouldn't you, feller? You're planning to head out into that area and all, on an interesting little train..." The pile of rags which had turned out to be a homeless man lets out a stereotypical, hill billy laugh, "You're gonna find out what happens out there, I gare-in-tee it!"


    The encounter with the home less man done, you board your train to Nevada, heading out to a relatively small town on the frontier to find a new life. No matter who you are, you don't have much less from paying for this trip, women cling to what few sentimental or valuable items they have, men already making indents in their hats as they take them off. It was time for a new life on the frontier, a life hunting down Native Americans perhaps, or other people who'd gained enough notoriety to be wanted, maybe you'd become one of those fellows yourselves. Maybe you'd work with cattle, or grab a job at the local saloon or bank, live a more quiet life out in the west, of course no life out on the frontier was quiet, because every man had to get a gun, and every woman had to find a man with a gun to protect them. You were heading to a life of chaos and you knew it, but the feeling filled you with a great surging anxiousness, but not the bad kind, the kind that makes you want to experience things already, get the adventure done with.


    If you've read through that introduction, I welcome you warmly to my little thread! The reason I've created this is because I've never seen such a thread on this sight before, as people tend to be more inclined towards a fantasy or historically accurate medieval thread. I wanted to make something about the 'Wild West' because it truly was wild, with men who had normally crippling diseases becoming some of the best gun fighters, and some men killing multiple people before they even turned twenty! What year it is specifically is unimportant, the wild west was always a land of chaos during the time it was truly alive.


    Rules o' the west.


    The rules of the thread.


    Application


    My application

  • Your name:
    Adelaide "Addy" Pierce
    Your previous occupation:
    Teacher
    Your age:
    25
    Your gender:
    Female
    Appearance:
    Standing at 5'2", she is a fairly unintimidating character from far away. But with her knowing smirk, stone grey eyes, and nearly permanently arched brow she is much more intimidating that she at first appears. She wears clothes that fit tight against her torso, but lower it is lose, leaving people to wonder if she's armed or just has a hidden husband watching out for her.


    Personality:
    Despite her intimidating features, she is a bright and cheerful girl to others, who seems to take pleasure in nothing more than in helping others. But everyone has their secrets and she has her fair share of them, but her stone cold eyes have no emotion to be held there, at least not anymore. She has no issues with pulling out her own gun if she feels threatened and isn't afraid to stand up or defend herself, part of why she left her old life. Even here she has little freedom, but she is satisfied knowing she has more than before and that at least here if a man harasses her he'll get shot. Probably at least twice.
    Your history Hah! Just kidding, no one wants your life story out here.
    Your strengths:
    Sharp-tongue, quick thinking, fast to react
    Your Weaknesses:
    Rash, doesn't know when to stop talking, quick to pull a gun.
    Anything else:
    She had a fiance who she believes was killed by a hired gun and plans to go look for his killer. Spoiler alert, he might not be dead and might not actually like her at all. Oh, and she now works in the saloon.


    Your name:
    Matthew Ralph Mulligan
    Your previous occupation:
    Bartender
    Your age:
    30
    Your gender:
    Male
    Appearance:


    Personality:
    He is sarcastic and playful, seeming like the perfect match for an outgoing and cheerful girl. He was the 'good neighbor' always there for anyone who needed him. But in no way was he clean. The police of the old town he lived in caught on, so he staged his death. Once he left he grew cold and dark, no longer wanting to be anything like he was before. He is now serious, and cares only about surviving.
    Your history Hah! Just kidding, no one wants your life story out here.
    Your strengths:
    Nobody to be used against him, hiding his emotions, being a loner.
    Your Weaknesses:
    Nobody to fight for, cold, working with others
    Anything else:
    Bet you'll never guess who the outgoing and cheerful girl was?