The Western Frontier - Revival

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Thank you Tetris for the logo.

What was the Old West?

The American Old West, or the Wild West, comprises the history, geography, people, folklore, and cultural expression of life in the Western United States, most often referring to the latter half of the 19th century, between the California Gold Rush of 1849 and the end of the century. After the 18th century and the push beyond the Appalachian Mountains, the term is generally applied to anywhere west of the Mississippi River in earlier periods and westward from the frontier strip toward the later part of the 19th century. Thus, the Midwest and American South, though not considered part of the Western United States today, have Western heritage along with the modern western states. More broadly, the period stretches from the early 19th century to the end of the Mexican Revolution in 1920. Wikipedia.

Rules

No unrealistic situations. - E.G. "A man with $1,000,000 walks by, I shoot him and take all of his money."
Remember, we're in the mid-late 1800s - E.G. "I find a machine gun and pick it up!"
Do not go out of the 'map' if you will. - (Please refer to the states that we will be playing in)

States

New Mexico
Southern California
Northern Mexico


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Character list:
Name: Ashley Jones
Age: 23
Affiliation: Wanderer
Transportation: Horse
Inventory: Knife and a pistol
Location: New Mexico
Name: Frank Estaloo
Age: 19
Affiliation: Wanderer
Transportation: Horse
Inventory: .26 caliber pistol
Location: New Mexico (want to be with Fracture)
Name: Chang Ricky
Age: 39
Affiliation: Tavern Keeper
Inventory: 5 Dollars, A chinese pistol.
Location: New Mexico
Name: Rudy Alvardo
Age: 42
Appearance: Light dark skin, black hair and beard, medium heigth.
Affiliation: Ex-Mexican army, lone gun for hire.
Transportation: Brown horse
Inventory: .44 caliber pistol (30 .44 rounds.), .45-70 Springfield (45 .45-70 rounds), knife, canteen, apple.
Location: Northern Mexico (Arizona border)
Name: Jack Shakers
Age: 49
Affiliation: Outlaws, Bank Robber
Transportation: Black horse
Inventory: Knife, .32 pistol, 2 whiskeys, key to Des Moines Bank, 50 dollars, 25 rounds
Location: Shiprock, New Mexico

Let's rob them banks, y'all.
« Last Edit: May 22, 2012, 08:02:25 PM by Mikoyan »

Name: Ashley Jones
Age: 23
Affiliation: Wanderer
Transportation: Horse
Inventory: Knife and a pistol
Location: New Mexico

Name: Frank Estaloo
Age: 19
Affiliation: Wanderer
Transportation: Horse
Inventory: .26 caliber pistol
Location: New Mexico (want to be with Fracture)

Lets go, partner!

Name: Chang Ricky
Age: 39
Transportation: Covered wagon with invitations on it.
Appearance: 6 feet in height, fair skin, Grey eyes, and well groomed beard.
Affiliation: Tavern Keeper
Inventory: 5 Dollars, A chinese pistol (30 Chinese rounds).
Location: New Mexico
« Last Edit: May 22, 2012, 11:18:11 PM by LawtyLawt »

Name: Rudy Alvardo
Age: 42
Appearance: Light dark skin, black hair and beard, medium heigth.
Affiliation: Ex-Mexican army, lone gun for hire.
Transportation: Brown horse
Inventory: .44 caliber pistol (30 .44 rounds.), .45-70 Springfield (45 .45-70 rounds), knife, canteen, apple.
Location: Northern Mexico (New Mexico border)
« Last Edit: May 22, 2012, 08:05:13 PM by Mikoyan »

I experiment with wine, and discover that [EXPUNGED] berries can spice wine.

Name: Jack Shakers
Age: 49
Affiliation: Outlaws, Bank Robber
Transportation: Black horse
Inventory: Knife, .32 pistol, 2 whiskeys, key to Des Moines Bank, 50 dollars, 25 rounds
Location: Shiprock, New Mexico

Let's rob them banks, y'all.
« Last Edit: May 22, 2012, 01:05:22 PM by LOL :D »

I sit on my horse and observe the horizon of sandy hills and desert. I shake my head, "Jus' like México." I say gently patting my horse with he spurs on my boot. I take out the apple and munch on it, riding into New Mexico.


New logo, thanks Tetris.

I drink a whiskey as I lay in my scattered bed in the outskirts of Shiprock. My friend, James Jess, hands me a map of the surrounding area. Shiprock has a big bank just near us. Jess, me, and my other friend Paul Lemark load our guns.

I sit in a tavern in Albuquerque. I take a quick chug of some whiskey, and decide to gamble a bit. Never a good combination, but after what ive been through, it feels great.

"manténgalo..." I whisper to my horse pulling the reins back. I tie the horse up to a post and walk into a tavern. Music stops, conversations stop and everyone looks at me. "Hola, como estas..." I say. agh, I've screwed up again. "How are you?" they all get back to what they're doing. I stop at the bar and order a drink.

Name: Jonas Haysbury
Age: 27
Affiliation: Part of the Sheriffs Department
Transportation: Kentucky Mountain Saddle Horse
Inventory: Smith & Wesson Model 3 (aka Schofield Revolver), a knife and a baker rifle.
Location: New Mexico (hopefully in some random city where people are.

The bartender comes back with a shot glass. I look at him with a confused face. "The whole bottle's one dollar..." he says in a tired ruffled voice. I give him the last of my money and sip the bottle. I walk around and ask people if they need protection in my best English.

I send out flyers to be posted around the town.

I send out flyers to be posted around the town.

"You suck at posting wanted signs all over town. Here, le' me do it for ya"

Frank posts the remaining wanted signs all over town, the right way.