Realistic or Modern 1876: The War for Home CS

[The Silent Z]

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[The Silent Z]

Name:
Lawrence "Irish" McDavid
Age:
35
Gender:
Male

Occupation/Role:
Gunslinger
Formerly a Cpt in the Union Army
Relationships:
-Roy Burnes, Claire Thomas and Randall Callahan acquaintances from a past job involving the Montana Copper Gang.
More to come...


Personality:
A man of quiet tone who allows his calm and straight faced manner speak for him. However when he does speak it's either full of an opinion and expressing his views or trying to restrain his temper from the getting the better of him. He does and can converse normally with folk but doesn't always warm up quickly to folks which leads to many seeing only a part of who he is and how he conducts himself. Personally the man loves animals and despises their abuse often quick to use his abilities to make people reconsider their actions.

Aside from that he's called Irish because his heritage from his mothers side and unique accent that almost combines a southern Louisiana accent with that of a Irish one. Lawrence doesn't take his fathers name however, but does claim the south as home even if the man took the other side in the war. He's a caring enough man with long past behind him and a trail yet to be walked ahead of him, he doesn't like to talk about the war and what he's seen or sharing too much as that doesn't fit his bottle it up and drink style of handling things.

Lawrence does believe however greatly in the freedom of speech and expresses his views when he does actually talk. He doesn't believe in slavery or the value of a man via his skin or heritage nor does he take to abusers whether they be wife beaters, child or animal... He believes in a little thing called honor and fair play meaning a man who can hit better know when to strike or not at all and if he's got the sack for it, try a man who's able.

Despite this he will resort to underhanded tactics if necessary though he won't be too thrilled by it.
Background:
Lawrence John McDavid born to Lorraine Derringer née McDavid and John S Derringer of New Orleans, Louisiana. One a loving, beautiful lady and mother of Ireland originally, the other a hard, tough southern 'gentlemen' as many claimed because of his growing wealth and business in New Orleans. However as the young lad born into this world soon discovered his father was far from a true gentleman and as ruthless as they come once those doors were shut and curtains drawn. During his youth John Derringer was handsome enough fellow with a silver tongue and the charm to match thus easily attracting women to his side, one such lady was none other then a young immigrant from Ireland seeking a life for herself in the states.... As time progressed and the two married that charm and his looks soon turned to anger, drinking, hatred of different natures and willingness to bring harm to his wife and future child at any given time, except he did have a few smarts and knew how and when to instill a fear into his wife and child. Years of such abuse and drinking led to Lorraines depression and his sons growing hate for his father, a disgust for his fathers friends for speaking highly of such a bastard and increasing concern for his mothers well being, despite his attempts she wouldn't leave this John Derringer nor speak with the law atleast. Over the years as Lawrence grew bigger, the more he fought back in defense of himself and his mother, the more he took to learning how to use a gun and how to use that hatred to settle matters once and for all....

However killing his father never happened, Lorraine caught onto her sons intent by looking into his eyes and seeing a hatred rise within him, through love and time she sorted him out convincing him to still his hand before he does something he will regret one day. Two months later from that very night Lorraine McDavid died from some illness the doctors had yet to diagnose properly leading to speculation that she merely had enough and succumbed to depression. John portrayed a grief stricken husband in public but didn't shed a real tear once by Lawrences memory to this day, with no mother or really anything keeping him in New Orleans the future gunslinger parted from home shortly after the funeral and services, restraining from temptation to kill his cursed father and make things seem more right in this world, barely managing by recalling his word to his mother.

It wasn't long after he found himself signing up to join the army as a young man of old enough age at the time and a few showings he could handle himself just fine.... that were mostly to silence a few older soldiers present. From the age of seventeen on Lawrence McDavid as he swore never to hear or take his fathers name again whether be John or Derringer had joined the army and served for a number of years even found himself in a war against the confederacy during the civil war...... To this day Irish as many called him back then and still do as the name stuck doesn't speak of all the things he has seen and done during that bloody war. Wether it's for good or for bad the man keeps it bottled deep down inside with only a drink to settle him even if the drink in truth doesn't really help any, only numbs for a time. The one trait Irish admits he owns of his fathers.

After the war ended and his time in the army was coming to a end, Lawrence couldn't think of a job he could do for his mind never saw the education of a college man or his hands see and feel the work of a farmer or shopkeeper, no, nothing of the kind so naturally he figured his gun hand would be his way to earn his keep. It wasn't always the most honest or moral of lifestyles and careers so to speak, but least his card plays could be kept for fun and maybe a few extras coins now and then and wouldn't need to swindle like some snakes dressed as card sharks. Furthermore he could always choose who he worked for and why he'd do the job, ultimately his own boss and that suited him just fine.

The former captain in the union army never kept to one place long, always traveling from territory to territory taking jobs, dealing with personal troubles at night during a drunken slumber or sober, waking nightmares being relived as his body seems present but mind not so. There for he's never really had a place to call home, despite his views not matching the south all too much in certain regards, he did call south home, Louisiana to be exact and New Orleans especially even if certain aspects of it were despised by him... people mostly of certain few but not a true place to call home. However he always seemed to manage well with animals, horses and dogs the most as they were common even if you weren't a farmer. After the war he took his horse all the way to California down to Texas with a stray dog following along without clear cause, only that it seemed to have taken a liking to Irish and he did smile often as he rode from place to another with that dog following along with his tongue hanging out under that hot sun.

Eventually that simple, happy life changed suddenly during a ride to Colorado when a outlaw aimed for Irish's back but found a leaping dog taking the bullet instead. McDavid quickly turned and fired killing the man but was stricken by tears seeing his loyal hound who simply was called Dog by Irish for he couldn't think of a name he liked and the dog responded to quite yet, laying there before him on the ground bleeding from the gunshot and looking back at him a little, a soft whimper in pain and final pant before death. It was weeks before he reached Denver and could take that job, but eventually he did and Lawrence hasn't forgotten his loyal Dog even long since then and to present day.

While he's not the most famous gunman alive or the best, Irish is good and seems to have enough of a reputation that his quiet and straight manner of calm and cool has spread a bit, people seemed to respect it enough not to push him or try him except for those looking to make their own name with a gun. Usually young, cocky upstarts who just got a gun and learned how to hold it in lawrences experience.

A well traveled and experienced man of thirty-five who's seen war and death on varying scales. Seen much of the country on horseback and on foot at times, seen his fare share of outlaws and sheriffs, deputies and marshals. While taverns and brothels were common in almost every town he said been in and stayed for a night or two. But now days this gunslinger finds himself in Taos county, New Mexico in a town that so far doesn't seem quite right. The people seemed like good folk but the law, the mayor and certain individuals just seem to put him off......

Progress shall add over time and Rp

Hometown/State:
New Orleans, Louisiana
Weapon:
Colt Revolvers x2
Rifle x1
Appearance:

Hair Color:
Brown
Eye Color:
Hazel

Other:
Suffers from PTSD
Adores Horses and Dogs the most, sees them as mans truest friends

 

[StormWolf]

Name: Randall Talbot Callahan
Age: 32 (Born Feb. 16, 1844)
Hometown/State: Victoria, Texas
Gender: Male

Occupation/Role: Cowboy and Rancher by trade, former CS Sergeant, gun-hand
Relationships:
-Roy Burnes, Claire Thomas and Lawrence McDavid helped Randall with his fight against the Montana Copper Gang.
-James Artwood is his senior ranch hand.

Spoiler: Personality

Once, in a bygone time, Randall Talbot Callahan was a soft spoken man to whose nature violence was anathema. There was a certain softness to him, bred into him as the son of two well-off plantation inheritors, but that frontier life quickly hardened and tempered. Yet, Randall was born thoroughbred rebel. Born of star-crossed and disgraced heirs of feuding families, a Texian, a Confederate, and briefly before his arrival to Colorado, a vigilante. Authority and rule of law had always been something he was seemingly allergic to, from the cotton fields of home to the battlefields of the war. Such insolence and insubordination was beaten and hammered like iron in attempts to shape him, and so it did.

The shape Randall took was a long, dark shadow of who he was as at youth. He had always been a pensive-looking young man, but as softness of comfort and childhood melted away, he was molded into a wolf among men. Where lawmen follow the books written in Washington and his officers followed books as decreed in Virginia and Austin, Randall follows no book, legal or holy. Though once pious and faithful, Randall had abandoned the god that abandoned him in the war. He lives by his own sparsely-spoken creed of survival. Grim and by the gun, but efficient. Randall is a man who will speak his view of the truth when he feels it is needed. Though stern and guarded around most, he isn’t a man adverse to great mirth and melancholy, sardonic joy, or the blacker streaks of sadism. Slow to anger and patient to a fault, it takes great effort to drive Randall to violence, but when he does, he is quick and efficient; coldly detached with ironclad nerves. A bullet could plug a hole a hair from his head and he wouldn't budge nor blink, or so some have said.

Spoiler: Background

This story is one that starts with scandal, but has generations of blood-feud behind it. The Callahan family of Mississippi, a Scottish-born plantation family with roots running deep as the nation who made their trade on tobacco. Their hated enemy on the other side of the river, the Talbot Family, hailed from old Norman-French aristocracy and secured themselves in the growing and trading of sugar. Jack Callahan and Marie Talbot, young inheritors, fell afoul of their families and their ongoing feud due to their cardinal sin of passion. Ostracized and outcast, they squirreled away whatever riches they could, taking whatever wasn’t nailed down or be pried loose. Piling up a covered wagon, they fled west to Victoria County in 1829. There, they fenced their money and goods for acreage, seed, feed, and slaves. Struggling against the oppressors of the Mexican army, outlaw elements, and Comanche raids, they still managed to eke out enough cotton to survive. The Texas Rebellion came and went, Jack Callahan serving with the Rangers. Something that not only changed his life, but would pave the road for one of his few surviving sons.
Jack and Marie had many children during their lifetime, but ended up burying more of them than they raised. Cholera, consumption, the war, and frontier violence took a toll on the family. By the time Randall was born on that cold February morning in 1844, the Callahan family was well-regarded by fellow Texians, and had managed comfort as well as security, with swathing acres of cotton and their newer pursuit of fine equine breeding. As soon as he was able to walk, Randall was taught to ride and shoot by his father. His mother schooled him, but it was one of the house slaves - Cecelia - who made sure Randall's head was in the books rather than the clouds. As a babe, Randall was frequently ill, and as such was never expected for much. Loftier expectations were placed on the shoulders of his elder brothers. Being the youngest son at the time, Randall was tolerated, but not needed. When Liam died to an arrow and the Amos was rendered a cripple by a falling horse, Randall became necessary, and resented for it. Eleven at the time, Randall killed his first man the night Liam died. Drawing his brother’s Colt Walker, he shot a Comanche off their horse. The kick of the massive pistol broke Randall’s nose, giving him his first taste of blood in many ways. With both brothers unable to fill their roles, it was expected of Randall to do enough for both of them when he entered adolescence and was thrust into the Rangers by his father. They serves as a second family, in a way, but the more radical elements of their ranks influenced the impressionable Randall. Though young, he was a quick rider and a sure shot, even with the cannon he carried.

With the Texas Rangers, Randall brought gunpowder justice to Tejican cattle rustlers and the burden of civilization to Comanche settlements. This started Randall’s transformation into the man many Tejicans called jinete pálido. Known by this moniker, a long and dark chapter in Randall’s life that would persist through his brief service in the war, and haunt him after. Not all was bleak toil and bloodshed, though. In his service, Randall grew close to the daughter of one of his father’s associates. The Bright family owned a sprawling ranch, supplying cattle and horse to the whole county. In many visits, Randall exchanged stolen glances to Anna Bright. Being the sole daughter of the family, Randall’s eventual courting of her was a lengthy process full of potholes. His perseverance paid off in the end, gaining her hand mere months before the war began. Like many Rangers, when they were dissolved and the War of Northern Aggression began, Randall signed up with his own horse and tack, and joined the Texas Mounted Volunteers out of some misplaced sense of patriotism. While he had hardened into a dangerous and respected man on his own merit, there still lingered the embers of the boy who simply wanted his parents to be proud. Typically serving as scout and skirmish units in the Army of North Virginia, Randall and his fellow cavalry saw a wide swathe of combat theater. In the Battle of Sharpesberg (Antietam), Randall was witness and willing participant in the meat-grinder. A decision he regrets to the present, as his horse - the stallion he bought from the Brights and had rode all throughout his Ranger days and more - was taken out from under him by a cannonball. With supplies thinning and Randall not an officer of lofty enough standing or repute, he was forced into infantry for the remainder of his service. Randall’s time in the 1st Texas Infantry ended nearly a year later in the painterly town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. He climbed the Little Round Top through the raining lead and glinting bayonets and he charged in Pickett’s folly for glory, suffering wounds in both. A moment of clarity came to Randall as he laid among the wounded and the dead, piled like timber. He had his fill of fighting someone else’s wars. Fighting for the sake of the fight. While recovering, Randall had received a letter in mail-call from the Montana Territory. His family suffered great personal and monetary loss as the war carried on. His wife had given birth to a daughter, but many of his numerable siblings and family relations had thinned to violence and disease. Unwilling to endure another year in Virginia County, the Callahan family uprooted themselves and moved north to Montana, taking with them their finest livestock to a growing mining town. Miners needed horses, after all. Stealing himself a horse, Randall left his soldiering days behind him, making the long journey from Pennsylvania to the cold mountains and valleys of Montana.
Life in the untamed north was hard. The weather was unforgiving, the people rougher, and without slaves, everyone needed to pull their share. Being new arrivals to the burgeoning mining town, the Callahan family had it particularly rough. Local officials were terribly corrupt, working in cahoots with local gangs, organizing them into a rough semblance of organized crime. Police charged protection, only to turn a blind eye to their extralegal associates. People starved and died of exposure while the ‘Copper Gang’ lived in luxury. The Callahans, being of stubborn stock, resisted for several years. Randall himself emptied the head of a would-be rustler in the deep of night, grown sick of chasing them off only for them to return. That shot started the avalanche of violence and heartbreaking loss that brought Randall to Colorado. Each time the Copper Gang attempted to muscle over the Callahans, they met them with powder burns. At last, at the order of their leadership, the Copper Gang didn’t try to steal or extort. They attacked with the intent of violence. They burst into the Callahan home while Randall was at the mines and Frank was out making a sale, leaving Marie Callahan, Anna Bright Callahan, and little Sadie at home. No strangers to firearms, they defended themselves with true grit, but were outnumbered. Murder and rapine was visited upon them beneath the roof of their own house, a warning left for men when they returned. Frank, whom had lost so much in his life, broke. Randall, on the other hand, snapped. Mustering together his fellow miners along with the beaten and downtrodden of the town, Randall and his fellow vigilantes - including a gunslinger named Lawrence, a bounty hunter named Roy, and a woman named Claire - dealt with the filthy jackals the only way he knew how. The skirmish in the town and surrounding wilds took several days, an all out gang war in the muddied streets and creaking timber. Bystanders not caught in the crossfire fled the town-turned-battleground. In the end, Randall had his revenge many times over, but when the gunsmoke cleared and the hunter’s elation fled, Randall felt hollow. His entire family, once prosperous and numerous, was hacked down. His Anna and Sadie still occupied the cold earth, leaving him with naught but memory and regret. Like so many others, Randall left the town behind, seeking newer and greener pastures with what was left of his family money.

While those pastures may not be terribly green, New Mexico's Taos County proved well enough for his tastes. With the last of his scrip, and a hefty portion of his horses and cattle, he managed to purchase a modest swathe of acreage outside of town. It's hard work for one man, but it is honest work. The ranch is built with defensibility in mind. Still not quite cotton to union blue riding up on him, and being a type of man to always expect trouble, he built the house and barn for defensibility. Given his association to rougher sorts, Randall also turned his cellar into safehouse with several hidden trap doors in the main house, and a tunnel leading to the barn.

Spoiler: Weapons

Matched Elk-grip Smith & Wesson Mo.3 Cavalry Pistols in .38-44

1876 Winchester in 50-95

Alamo Confederate Bowie

Spoiler: Appearance

Tall, stoic, and stocky, Randall Callahan cuts a dangerous and sullen figure with chiseled wolfish features; a strong jaw and nose, a pensive brow, and terse lips. His somber eyes, like chips of blue granite, are sharp as a knife - lined and narrowed by years of sun, wind, dust, and smoke. Fair of skin and hair inherited from two lines of Southern repute, Randall shows no knowledge of moneyed comforts, his hands rough and his skin darkened by the elements. Having been beat, stabbed, shot, and even briefly lynched among a myriad of other misfortunes, Randall’s body shows signs of his cantankerous stubbornness. When the air grows cold and winter looms, he feels it, too. Aged-paled scars mark the peak of his right cheek just below the eye socket, and split his eyebrow, as well as the bridge of his once-broken nose and shapely chin. Straight-backed and broad-shouldered, Randall’s posture is like that of a cougar. Even in times of rest, his supple limbs remain poised, ready to twitch to iron at the drop of a hat. Hirsute and well muscled from honest toil, soldiering, and less-mentionable endeavors, he fills out his clothes in all the right places.
Randall dresses like most other working men of the era, especially those of a more rustic inclination. Everyday shirts of plain or modestly patterned cotton, deerskin vest, working trousers or saddle pants, and a different coat depending on conditions, though his road-worn, two-tone brown leather shotgun coat is his usual cover-all. Randall’s hat is a stony-earth buffalo felt cavalry hat with braided leather cord about the crown, pinned with buffalo nickel. Boots and double gunbelts are all matching mesquite-stained leather, meticulously maintained, but scuffed with wear and sporting the same buffalo nickel accents and brass buckles. Randall’s boots jingle softly with the spurs from his cavalry days in the Texas Rangers and Mounted Volunteers. Randall's pistols are situated evenly on his hips at an angled Plains Draw (aka Cavalry Draw/Spin Draw).

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[Brax]

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• General Information
• Personality
• History

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  Hometown
  Laurens County, South Carolina
  
  Hair/eye color
  Brown.
  
  Age/Height
  29 years old, 5 foot 10.
  
  Occupation
  Cargo runner, bounty hunter.
  
  Weapons
  A Sawed-off shotgun, one bolt-action rifle and a revolver.
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  Much like his father, Roy is a person who is easily agitated. At times he can be a bit standoffish and certainly has an issue with pride almost to a foolish degree. He has no qualms about taking lives. Though he may lack empathy towards those whom he does not get along with, Roy happens to be extremely intelligent when it comes to social situations. He knows when it is appropriate to be sarcastic as well as when it is to be nice - specifically around children, whom Roy has a soft spot for. Regardless of his violent tendencies Roy does have a moral code that he abides by; oftentimes, it has gotten him in trouble. In addition to this, Roy is well aware of the type of man that he is - willing to speak to people about the wrongs he has done as well as his opinions on particular subjects which personally affect him. he often does not give opinions on things he believes are unimportant or irrelevant to himself.
  
  
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  Even though Roy is extremely capable of producing violent outcomes, there are times where he is easy to get along with and is even playful. While his productive and positive relationships provide a rather small list, Roy is an extremely loyal gun. He does not like to take lives without reason. In the case of bounties, this same moral code abides. Roy refuses to hurt women and children as well, opting to receive physical punishment from females unequivocal to death rather than turning his hand on them. The opposite is true for men. Roy often compares those he meets in his life with the quality of man he constructed his own world view around. Oftentimes this leads to hostile environments. Roy doesn't consider himself an ideal man, but rather one that makes the necessary decisions in order to advance his own agenda.
  Roy also loves his horse. He's a good boah.
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  Roy was born to two people who owned a small amount of land. His father was a farmer, spending a majority of his time in the fields tending to cattle and other livestock. When he wasn't out in the fields, he was a heavy alcoholic who was rather easily agitated. Despite this, he tried his hardest to raise his son with specific morals. Roy's father taught him to shoot and ride at a young age. As a teen, Roy made a large amount of money stealing horses from wherever he could. He would resell them at a profit. After his mother passed away, he left his father's farm for greener pastures. By this time, he was well-over legal age.
  In the midst of the civil war and homeless, Roy spent time as a ‘bounty jumper’ enlisting from various recruiting stations under different names to collect recruitment bonuses. He never actually served a day in his life. For a few years leading up until the end of the war, Roy was able to live with this pattern of deceit. However, like most lackluster criminals, Roy would eventually be caught by the authorities. He was locked up for an entire year in 1866. En-route to his hanging, Roy as well as a few other prisoners were intercepted by a group of men working for a woman named Mary Mcleary. It was here that Roy began learning how to farm and keep up lands while collecting bounties to repay his debt. He even worked as a slave overseer based on Mary's requests. Once slavery was abolished, Roy's job description changed to overseeing cargo deliveries while continuing to collect bounties. He has since repaid his debt to Mary in full but continues to take bounty work from her.
  
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  Everything else, unmentioned or yet to happen will be discovered in RP.

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[_SweetCandy_]

[WIP]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name: Penelope Merriweather
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Occupation/Role:
Relationships:

Personality:
Background:

Hometown/State:
Weapon:
A dagger, poison, and a revolver.

Appearance:
Hair Color: dark brown
Eye Color: brown
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[SandraDeelightful]

Name: Virginia 'Ginny' Lewis
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Occupation/Role: Schoolteacher
Relationships: TBD

Personality: Ginny is a sweet-natured and soft-spoken young woman. She is intelligent and kind, and she adores her job as a teacher, and she adores helping the children. While she is kind and gentle, she is incredibly cautious, always playing it safe. She has learned from her past mistakes, and she does have a hard to never be tempted again. She is quiet, and she likes to keep to herself for the most part. However, she is gentle and caring always helping when she can.She still has her hopes of getting married and having a family of her own.
She still maintains the lessons that she had learned as a Southern Belle. It is very clear that she comes from an upper class family. She still has the manners and polite ways that is typical of a well-off Southern Belles. Unfortunately, that does come with a sort of naivete. While she has learned when it comes to love, she hasn't learned with much else. She has a soft heart and she can't resist helping anyone in need, and she really doesn't think that anyone would have ulterior motives in such a thing. She is a bit foolish when trusting people when it is outside of love.

Background: Ginny was born to a prominent, wealthy, influential Southern family. She grew up as a typical Southern Belle. Her life almost seemed like a fairy-tale. Until the Civil War, and Alexandria was liberated by the Union. Her family housed Union soldiers, much to their chagrin. However, Ginny was taken with one of the soldiers, and the two of them struck up a relationship in secret. That secret escalated to the point where Ginny fell pregnant. When she approached the soldier about it, he took no interest in it, and denied any responsibility. However, he didn't take that position for long, bragging about it to other soldiers, until it became public knowledge. Ginny was cast out of her home, disowned by her family. She miscarried baby, but the damage had been done. As a result, she moved out West. She ended up in Taos County, New Mexico.
It had taken quite a long time to get on her feet and get settled into a life where she had to build a new life for herself. She really hadn't done much for herself throughout her entire life. She settled as a schoolteacher, finding it nice to help children, almost as a replacement for the child she lost. It feels rewarding, knowing that she is being of use. Looking back, she really had little purpose in her old life. She has been doing rather well for herself since she started this life, but of course, she longs for her families forgiveness and to be welcome into.

Hometown/State: Alexandria, Virginia
Weapon: A knife

Appearance:
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey-blue​

 

[Maj]

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Age: 26
Gender: Female
Occupation/Role: Saloon owner/entrepreneur
Hometown/State: North Carolina
Weapon: twin revolvers


Personality:
Claire’s personality is shaped by one trait at her core. Ambition. She is a woman who gets what she wants and cares little for what has to be done, or who has to be stepped on to get there. On the surface she is a girl with a pretty smile and a musical laugh, the life of the party. She brightens the rooms she walks into and often charms those not careful to guard themselves to her. Miss Thomas has a soft place for young women, and often goes out of her way to help uplift them and protect them.

Under the facade Claire is calculated, cold and logical. Those who know her best see her sarcastic and dry nature and focused eyes. Claire’s goals come before most in life, but not all. She is fiercely loyal to those who win the right of her friendship. She is no stranger to hard and dirty work, and it was that alone that got her the power that she has today. While Claire would never do anything to compromise her ambitions, the same cannot be said for her morals.


Background:
Claire was brought into this world by her mother and her mother alone. There were many stories told to young Claire while she was growing up about her father. Sometimes her mother would tell her that he died in a gunfight, sometimes he was protecting a child when he was killed. Claire assumed that this was her mother's way of avoiding telling her the unfortunate truth. She had been conceived out of wedlock and her father had fled, leaving her mother to work her fingers to the bone to provide for her.

There wasn’t a job her mother wouldn’t do but all that hard work didn’t matter in the end. She died, leaving her daughter in poverty and was buried in an unmarked grave. With her mother’s death haunting her, Claire left her home with a vow to build a better life for herself and whatever future children she would eventually bring into the world.

Children and family wasn’t what Claire found. Instead she found something much more lucrative. While her history is unclear, it is obvious that whatever devious crimes she partook in paid off. The girl found her way into town few years back with a substantial sum of money. While hard work often went unnoticed. Cold hard cash never did. She bought the town Saloon and made her stakes, doing her best to put her past behind her and build her legacy.

 

[okokapi]

Name: James Artwood
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation/Role: Ranchhand
Relationships: Works for Randall as a ranch hand.
Personality: James is a man with two sides. He is usually outwardly friendly, and kind. He’s always confident while not coming off as aggressive or threatening. He has a bit of a wild heart that has yet to be beaten down by the harsh world. He enjoys getting himself into mildly dangerous situations and finding a way out of them mostly unscathed. The other side of James is seen only when he does not realize he is being watched or in very intimate settings. In these moments, he is nervous and scared. His confidence melts away and he is more like a mouse. When cornered James will desperately seek an out, even if that means siding with the bad guys. Even if it means hurting innocent people. He is a survivor, nothing will destroy the life he has built for himself.

Background: James’ history being arriving at Taos County has been kept a very close-held secret. James has shared that he is from California but will not get any more specific. He did not fight in the war because he was “too young at the time, and was focused on taking care of his family”. His mother passed away when he was younger. He took care of his three younger siblings as best he could while his father and older brother fought in the war. He says that when his father and brother returned he left. He left to be free and to live the life he knew he must. At the age of 18, he set out and began traveling. Working his way through the states.

He is a man of many skills, but he has never and will never be a successful shot. He couldn’t hit a can if it were five feet away. He was, however, a very skilled horseman. He could break any horse, wrestle any steer, and could rope just about any target. He made good money as a temporary ranch hand at numerous places, he also would sell and trade horses along his route, turning them into quality tools for work. He eventually found his way to Taos and originally, was intending on being a temporary worker for Randall but after only a few months he believed the town to be a place to settle down. He hasn’t left but occasionally will go on long trips to trade and buy horses.

There is no public history linked to his name in prior to leaving California. Some may have theories about his history but only he has the information and he doesn’t share under most circumstances.

Hometown/State: California
Weapon: A standard Bowie knife, blunderbuss, and 1860 Colt Army
Appearance:

Spoiler: Further Appearance

James is a man of relatively short stature and slim build. Some would even describe him as small. He is always clean shaven, and well groomed. He's often daydreaming but as soon as he sees you he'll give you a big o' smile.

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown

 

[Ethereal_Dreams]

Name: Elenor Cornwall
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Relationships: TBD

Personality: WIP
Background: WIP

Hometown/State: Norman, Oklahoma
Weapon: Shotguns

Appearance:

Spoiler: What she wears on the job

Spoiler: Casual attire

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green