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Full Name:
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Nicknames: Optional
Age: 20+
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Sexuality:
Role: See tab 4 for available roles!

Appearance
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Description: If you are not using a face claim, there is a two-paragraph requirement for a physical description of your character! Include whatever you'd like!

Personal Items
Weapon: Optional (if your character would use one. Feel free to list what they are, what they look like, how they got it, etc.)
Horse: Optional (if your character has one. Feel free to write about their breed, personality, appearance, how they got it, etc.)
Notable Items: Optional (if your character has any notable items on their person that sets them apart [ie. special necklace, jacket, holster, etc])

Personality
Likes: 4+
Dislikes: 4+
Hobbies: 2+

Vices/Virtues: 3+ each with one sentence explaining how it shows in your character's personality, or you can write out a personality in paragraph form!

Background
History: Give a brief overview of your character's history from childhood to the present!
Family: Optional (you can list your character's family members and their connections to them/the gang if you'd like)
Relationships: Optional. Any important relationships that are worth mentioning (not other player characters yet)

Character Questions
How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
How do they feel about the move they just went on?

Additional Information
Feel free to add anything to the sheet that you feel is important for your character! If you have any questions feel free to PM me or tag me in the OOC! Happy character creating~


Available Roles
Gunman: Unlimited — Important lines of defense for the camp, a few are often posted on the perimeter of the camp to keep them safe from those who would stumble upon them. The others are members of the robbery teams and will go off every so often to pull a robbery. They are all skilled with various guns and can be dangerous in a gunfight. That being said, many of the camp's gunmen can be reckless and wild, leading to frequent injuries.

Gunwoman: Unlimited — The camp women decided some time ago that they couldn't rely on the men for the only lines of defense within the group so they decided to learn how to shoot guns as well. Now they are important members of the group and will help with robberies or simply guard the camp. They are a lot smarter and more responsible than many of the men, they tend to fill in for them when they are injured.

Thief: 2/5 — Subtle and quick, they are pickpockets at the top of their games. They usually will go into town and steal there, or they will go on robberies that require a more subtle way to get goods. Regardless, they are skilled and important members of the group when it comes to earning money.

Camp Cook: 1/1 — Camp food never tasted any good until they showed up. They have been feeding everyone in the camp and keeping them as healthy as possible. They cook whatever they can with the limited ingredients provided. They work closely with the camp's hunters and administrators in order to get what they need for the food.

Cook's Assistant: 0/1 — Training alongside the cook, they are learning the ins and outs of the kitchen and how to provide for the group. They don't usually make full meals alone but recently they've been allowed to make breakfast a couple of days out of the week.

Hunter: 3/3 — They go out and hunt for the camp, but also will gather things they find such as herbs, fruit, vegetables, etc. They are excellent trackers and have a wide variety of knowledge on bows, traps, skinning, and different flora and fauna in the area. They are the main source of food for the group so they are very important for the survival of them all.

Debt Collector: 1/2 — It's rare that the Prewitt gang lends out money, but sometimes they do when Rasmus runs into old friends or finds an investment he's interested in. When someone fails to pay them back, they are the ones to show up on their porch and figure out why that is.

Enforcer: 0/2 — Some of the more intimidating and stronger members of the group are often brought by Rasmus to meetings with other gangs or when the debt collectors go off to collect. They are the only ones that Rasmus will trust to rough someone up without killing them and getting whatever it is he's looking for.

Camp Doctor: 1/1 — Maybe not a doctor in a professional sense, but they certainly are qualified now. They have taken out bullets and arrows, pried off traps, set broken limbs, and eased the harsh coughing of the children throughout winter. Incredibly important to the group, they are their main source of health support, especially when on the run.

Camp Veterinarian: 1/1 — Just like the doctor, the camp's vet is very important. They tend to the horses when they pull up lame, take care of the camp dog, and make sure any animals the camp owns are healthy and getting what they need. Generally saves them money as they have learned to shoe horses as well and do trimmings so the group doesn't have to go to farriers anymore.

Blaster: 1/1 — A demolition expert if you will, they are in charge of any and all explosives that are required for a robbery. Usually used when making hits on other gangs or trains, they are extremely important, and their merchandise even more so. While they've almost blown off their own fingers a little too often, they are the only person Rasmus would hand a stick of dynamite to.

Camp Trader: 1/2 — Recently having started up a business while in Crow's Alley, these two make goods from pelts, bones, and other things from what animals the hunters bring in. When they have a large amount of them, they usually send them to town or some contacts that will buy them for a decent price.

Handmaiden: Unlimited — Usually the older members of the group or new mothers, tend to hang around camp and keep it clean while watching the kids. Quite important, they take care of the young, sick, injured, old, and animals, especially when most of the group is off committing a robbery. Most new members are in this role before they find their place in the group.

Taken Roles
The Leader: Rasmus Prewitt — He's been in charge of the gang since he was 16 years old. He has gone from a pretty laid-back leader to rather strict and harsh on those who break his rules. He doesn't go on robberies very often because he is getting older and he prefers to talk to the older members of the gang to come up with plans on how to keep them out of trouble.

The Second-In-Command: Jeb Hendrix — He's been the right-hand man of Rasmus since he first joined the gang. They are close friends, but he has no problem voicing his concerns about what Rasmus may be doing. He usually is the first person people go to when they have a question and don't want to bother their leader. He is a lot easier on the members, especially the younger ones because he understands they have to learn and grow.

The Accountant/Lawman: Otto Silver — Lawman turned gunman, he helped get the gang out of trouble back when they were first starting out. He handles things on the legal aspect and advises Rasmus and Jeb on what steps the group needs to take to stay out of trouble. He's also in charge of their money and is the only one (outside of Rasmus and Iris) who has any access to it. He takes his jobs seriously and doesn't like it when people try to mess with the group's money.

Camp Butcher: Wilbur Fellows — A bit of an introvert, he tends to stick to himself and process the goods that the hunters bring back. He is pretty gruff with his words and can be cranky, especially if he hasn't had a drink or smoked recently.

Camp Administrator: Iris Van Orman — She takes care of the inventory for the camp and keeps it running somewhat effectively. She likes to keep things organized and does the shopping for the group herself whenever she can as she doesn't trust the others to do it. (played by social)

Gunwoman: Leonora Cormack — One of the group's gunwomen, she recently acquired this position and is very excited to have it. She's skilled but her lack of experience tends to keep her from getting brought on too many robberies. She takes what she can get.

Gunman/Hunter/Scout: Emett 'Tsiyi' Prewitt — Since he was old enough to hold a bow and ride a horse, he's been a scout for the group. Now as an adult, they rely on his information for their robberies as he will identify things that could be a risk for them. He also accompanies them on the robberies as an active gunman of the group. (played by social)

Lead Enforcer/Debt Collector/Gunman: Mitchell McFarling — He joined the gang shortly before the large jewelry robbery and has been a core member since. He started off as a simple gunman but as time went on and his experience grew, he took on more roles within the gang. He had no desire to really be a big shot but Rasmus wanted him to watch over some of the more explosive members if possible. So he currently is in charge of the enforcers and collectors while also going on robberies and heists. (played by social)

Gunwoman/Hunter: Sybil Augustine — A gunwoman and hunter, she is capable in both areas, having learned from experience and her parents what animals to hunt and where to find them. She is smart and resourceful, qualities that any young gunwoman should have. A single mother, her husband disappeared one night on a small hunting trip they went on and nobody has seen or heard from him in five years. (played by social)
 
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MITCHELL MCFARLING ━━━━
━━━━ LEAD ENFORCER
vengence is an idiot's game.
Basics —
full name. mitchell hiram mcfarling
nicknames. mitch
age. forty-two
birthday. september 24th
gender. cis. male
sexuality. heterosexual
relationship status. divorced (single)
role. lead enforcer, debt collector, and gunman

Appearance —
height. 5'10"
hair. light brown
eyes. blue
distinguishing features. scar under his eye, bright smile
modifications. none
scars. various scars all over from his lifestyle in the gang, but has one large one under his left eye from a knife fight.
face claim. ian bohen

Personal Items —
weapons. colt single-action revolver | this was something that he got from rasmus as a birthday present.

1873 winchester | reliable and one that he may or may not have won from an off-duty lawman at a saloon.

sharps rifle | one he actually bought and used to teach leonora how to properly use one when she became interested. he enjoys the rifle and will use it when hunting large game sometimes.

knife | custom to his liking, he uses this for pretty much anything. he likes it and makes sure to take good care of it.

horses. rook (?) | mustang | stallion | 7 years old | xo
a lone mustang out in the colorado territory, mitch fell in love with his patterns and temperament. they were only there for a short time. Frankly, they needed money so mitch did end up catching whatever horses he could in order to sell to barns or auctions. Still, this one, he refused. he kept him, despite the kicks and bites he received in the process. their relationship took a long time to form and for trust to truly build, but now he is a solid horse for mitch and the group itself. he usually will alternate between his horses so when he is not in use, he is used for hunting trips or pulling some lighter wagons during moves.

belladonna | arabian cross | mare | 14 years old | xo
living up to her name, she is a horse who has taken the blood of many people in the past and has also taken some lives. used for racing and things of that nature, she was rather mistreated before ending up at auction due to her bad temperament. often having pinned ears and teeth ready to bite, she wasn't a kind horse and certainly not one that someone would want. well, unless it's mitch. he easily won her at the auction and with a lot of hard work, got her to an area where he could work with her. her personality was twisted from years of abuse and he took his time unwinding the years of pain and replacing them with a gentler touch. now quite a pair, she is a trusted horse and is used for teaching the kids to ride during her off time, and running alongside trains with gunfire when he takes her to work.

notable items. silver pocket watch | a gift from his parents on his eighth birthday, he has kept it close to him for his entire life. it has beautiful patterns on the case of it and while the clock itself runs a bit slow, he uses it frequently and does his best to keep it running.

hat | a very particular black hat that he swears is good luck. he always picks it up when it's knocked off and he will take it to a shop to fix it up if there's ever a hole or rip in it. the current band of his hat is leather braided with horse tail hair, having come from his horse that sadly passed away some years ago.

Personality —
likes. drinking, betting, new guns, hunting, horses, dogs, baths, women, star gazing, fishing, swimming, journaling, telling stories
dislikes. collecting from families, snitches, law enforcement, losing people, injured animals, dumb mistakes, getting sick
hobbies. fishing/hunting, working with horses, journaling, learning about plants

vices. someone who indulges in the less than finer things in life, he has developed a taste for good whiskey and cigarettes. he uses it to help wash away the bad memories and the ghosts that seem to hang around him. he has a high tolerance for people, but when he does snap, he can do things he isn't proud of. he tends to speak out of line and often argues with people, which can result in some fights where he leaves for a bit. he has a hard time committing and staying around after conflicts, which can hurt those he cares about. in relationships, he struggles with the same thing as he feels he just isn't cut out for anything serious, not since he got divorced.

virtues. dedicated to taking care of the group, he does what will benefit them the most, even at the expense of his own happiness. he likes to be useful and will do tasks that bother him, just so that they are done and people don't have to worry about them. he often checks in with people and does shopping trips to get them supplies or simply spend time with them. he is a lover and a fighter, resulting in him standing up for the gang members even if they've done stupid shit that's gotten them into trouble. he is protective of the group as it is the longest-lasting home he's ever had. surprisingly very respectful, he often uses last names instead of first and will do his best to make people feel at ease and comfortable around him.

Background —
history. his childhood was ordinary, especially when compared to others within the gang. his mother was a grade school teacher and his father was a ranch hand who bounced around whenever he was needed. they made enough money to own a house with some land, but it wasn’t much. micah, his father, eventually needed an extra pair of hands to help him on the ranches so mitchell was pulled out of school relatively young in order to work. he didn’t complain and his mother simply told him to behave and to listen to his father. the work was tiring and difficult, especially for a 12-year-old boy. but he kept his bottom lip stiff and he worked hard.

when he would get to go home and see his mother and younger sister, he was over the moon. he loved the gentle hands of his mother, the soft scent of apples and cinnamon clinging to her as she welcomed him back. he was quite close to her, which was why when she got sick and lost her sight, it rocked his world. he didn’t know what to do as they had lost income from her teaching job. anna wasn’t old enough to work and his father was only able to be away from home for so long. so mitchell decided to work on other ranches and send his paychecks to his parents.

he moved to a horse ranch when he was 16 years old and never came home. he worked and lived at the farm, staying in the barn with the animals. he learned a lot and had a special touch when it came to the animals, almost as if he could read their thoughts and feelings. when he was 17 years old, the ranch was a victim of a raid, their horses getting stolen and men getting killed. the prewitt gang were the perpetrators but mitchell didn’t care. he chased after them for days which turned into a couple of weeks before he managed to sneak into their camp with a knife in hand, prepared to steal back the horses.

rasmus didn’t let that happen. both were young at the time, the gang quite small and not overly well-known in the south. but he saw a spark in mitch that few did. he could do well in the gang. he could make money, he could give his parents plenty of support so they could live out their lives in peace. it was either that or death. he chose to work for the gang. when he first joined, his role was simply to care for their horses, train them, and be a gunman if he needed to watch camp. he had little desire to do much more, he only wanted to make money to send home. but as the years passed and his skills grew alongside his taste for smoke and whiskey, he found himself in a rather powerful position within the gang.

it was still tough, not seeing his family, but he made do with the money he sent them and the whirlwind marriage he was involved in. he was married to an honest woman named delilah for around three years and he adored every moment of it. she wasn’t cut from the same cloth as him, but foolishly, they both thought they were meant to be. it wasn’t until the gang was raided by the hensley gang. supplies were taken, men were killed, and delilah was almost assaulted. she asked him for a divorce shortly after this and she went home. he later learned she married a rich businessman the following year.

since the divorce, mitch found himself retreating within himself, relying on drink to put him to sleep at night and ease the pain in his heart. but the pain never stopped, it just grew. his mother passed away, peacefully, but that letter was painful to receive. the gang suffered losses and great arguments as they moved around, trying to find a home they could stay at. but it never seemed to settle for them. with the most recent death, mitch has become rather upset and frustrated by the secrets he harbors for those within the gang and the stress he carries on his shoulders. he doesn’t want to go against rasmus, but he truly fears for everyone’s safety if they continue on this quest for self-destruction.

family. claire mcfarling | mother | deceased
his mother was always a kind and caring soul. she often put people's needs above her own and would do whatever she could to bring a smile out. she always liked children and animals, being a teacher for a period of time. as mitch grew older, he truly appreciated the gentle hand that she had with them as it was a big contrast to the outside world. she did get sick and lost her eyesight when he was in his teens, greatly impacting the family. still, she lived a full life until she passed away a few years ago in her sleep.

micah mcfarling | father | alive
a bit rough around the edges, he was a man of the wilderness and seemed to always have that unsettled look in his eyes. he didn't have much to say to his children as they aged, but he didn't need to unless he was teaching them something. he would often take the kids hunting or to ranches he was working on to give them experience in various fields. he was gruff but he had a sweet spot for his family, especially for his wife. when she lost her eyesight, he made her life as easy as possible and stayed by her side until her passing. he currently is living in the family home with anna and her family.

anna mcfarling | younger sister | alive
a bit of a spitfire, she always had a crazy idea or story bouncing around in her head. a mess of dark curls, she would chase after mitch and their father whenever she could. she didn't like boring 'lady things' and preferred to be more like the boys and run about in the woods. after mitch left the family to join up with the gang, she stayed back and did her best to help their parents with their own business. she got married when she was older and currently has four children that she loves dearly. she stays in touch with mitch pretty regularly.

relationships. rasmus prewitt | a horse wrestler that mitch encountered back when he was only seventeen years old, the two have maintained a friendship over these 20+ years. they don't always see eye-to-eye on things, but generally, they don't have any major issues. mitch tends to be rasmus' eyes on the ground when he nor jeb can pay attention to what's going on with the gang or around camp. more recently they have been butting heads over the future of the gang as they are bother trying to figure out the best way to keep everyone safe.

jeb hendrix | the more level-headed of the three, mitch tends to vent to jeb and sort of lets himself rely on him more than others. he is a safe person to talk to and it makes things easier to have someone to talk to that doesn't piss him off beyond reason. he usually goes on fishing or hunting trips with jeb to catch up or to talk about the gang without rasmus trying to butt in on the conversation.

delilah campbell | his ex-wife and at the moment, the only woman he's ever loved. they were together in their late twenties and stayed married for about three years before the divorce. she had initially said she was okay with the life of the gang, but after living in it for some rough periods of time, she couldn't handle it anymore. she asked mitch for a divorce after their camp had been attacked by another gang and there were some rather awful injuries and camp supplies were lost. they occasionally keep in touch but he finds it difficult to see her, knowing that she's happily married to a rich man and they have a couple of children while his life hasn't changed at all.

Character Questions —
how old was he when he joined the prewitt gang? | he was seventeen when he got ensnared by the prewitt gang. a rather talented horse wrangler, he worked on various farms breaking horses, training them, catching them, and helping sell them for the farms. he met rasmus when they were stealing a horse from the farm he worked at. he spent a couple days tracking them down and when he finally caught up to them, rasmus was so entertained by his dedication to the horses, he asked him if he wanted a job within their group. for some reason, mitch agreed. he's been part of the gang for 25 years.

how does he feel about william marrell's death? | this death hit a bit too close to home for mitch. he wasn't really thrilled about having such an inexperienced member of the gang on a train robbery, but he didn't think it was going to result in his death. there was nothing that could be done from him to have prevented it as he was on the opposite side of the train, but he still has a lot of emotions about it. he was one of the ones to inform mrs. marrell and it was hard to see her so upset.

what does he think the group should do? | honestly, he doesn't know. he has been an outlaw longer than he hasn't, but he knows that their time is running out. there are only so many places within the country that don't have their faces on a bounty board and he is starting to get a bit tired of running. but his loyalty to the gang is unmatched, which has caused inner turmoil within his heart.

how does he feel about the move they just went on? | it was pretty rough, especially due to the crying of william's wife and the fact that everyone was incredibly somber. serenity gulch is a nice place though, the mountains and rivers are comforting to him and he feels almost like he could make a home somewhere close by. he would never say that out loud though.
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Basics —
full name. mitchell hiram mcfarling
nicknames. mitch
age. forty-two
birthday. september 24th
gender. cis. male
sexuality. heterosexual
relationship status. divorced (single)
role. lead enforcer, debt collector, and gunman

Appearance —
height. 5'10"
hair. light brown
eyes. blue
distinguishing features. scar under his eye, bright smile
modifications. none
scars. various scars all over from his lifestyle in the gang, but has one large one under his left eye from a knife fight.
face claim. ian bohen

Personal Items —
weapons. colt single-action revolver | this was something that he got from rasmus as a birthday present.

1873 winchester | reliable and one that he may or may not have won from an off-duty lawman at a saloon.

sharps rifle | one he actually bought and used to teach leonora how to properly use one when she became interested. he enjoys the rifle and will use it when hunting large game sometimes.

knife | custom to his liking, he uses this for pretty much anything. he likes it and makes sure to take good care of it.

horses. rook (?) | mustang | stallion | 7 years old | xo
a lone mustang out in the colorado territory, mitch fell in love with his patterns and temperament. they were only there for a short time. Frankly, they needed money so mitch did end up catching whatever horses he could in order to sell to barns or auctions. Still, this one, he refused. he kept him, despite the kicks and bites he received in the process. their relationship took a long time to form and for trust to truly build, but now he is a solid horse for mitch and the group itself. he usually will alternate between his horses so when he is not in use, he is used for hunting trips or pulling some lighter wagons during moves.

belladonna | arabian cross | mare | 14 years old | xo
living up to her name, she is a horse who has taken the blood of many people in the past and has also taken some lives. used for racing and things of that nature, she was rather mistreated before ending up at auction due to her bad temperament. often having pinned ears and teeth ready to bite, she wasn't a kind horse and certainly not one that someone would want. well, unless it's mitch. he easily won her at the auction and with a lot of hard work, got her to an area where he could work with her. her personality was twisted from years of abuse and he took his time unwinding the years of pain and replacing them with a gentler touch. now quite a pair, she is a trusted horse and is used for teaching the kids to ride during her off time, and running alongside trains with gunfire when he takes her to work.

notable items. silver pocket watch | a gift from his parents on his eighth birthday, he has kept it close to him for his entire life. it has beautiful patterns on the case of it and while the clock itself runs a bit slow, he uses it frequently and does his best to keep it running.

hat | a very particular black hat that he swears is good luck. he always picks it up when it's knocked off and he will take it to a shop to fix it up if there's ever a hole or rip in it. the current band of his hat is leather braided with horse tail hair, having come from his horse that sadly passed away some years ago.

Personality —
likes. drinking, betting, new guns, hunting, horses, dogs, baths, women, star gazing, fishing, swimming, journaling, telling stories
dislikes. collecting from families, snitches, law enforcement, losing people, injured animals, dumb mistakes, getting sick
hobbies. fishing/hunting, working with horses, journaling, learning about plants

vices. someone who indulges in the less than finer things in life, he has developed a taste for good whiskey and cigarettes. he uses it to help wash away the bad memories and the ghosts that seem to hang around him. he has a high tolerance for people, but when he does snap, he can do things he isn't proud of. he tends to speak out of line and often argues with people, which can result in some fights where he leaves for a bit. he has a hard time committing and staying around after conflicts, which can hurt those he cares about. in relationships, he struggles with the same thing as he feels he just isn't cut out for anything serious, not since he got divorced.

virtues. dedicated to taking care of the group, he does what will benefit them the most, even at the expense of his own happiness. he likes to be useful and will do tasks that bother him, just so that they are done and people don't have to worry about them. he often checks in with people and does shopping trips to get them supplies or simply spend time with them. he is a lover and a fighter, resulting in him standing up for the gang members even if they've done stupid shit that's gotten them into trouble. he is protective of the group as it is the longest-lasting home he's ever had. surprisingly very respectful, he often uses last names instead of first and will do his best to make people feel at ease and comfortable around him.

Background —
history. his childhood was ordinary, especially when compared to others within the gang. his mother was a grade school teacher and his father was a ranch hand who bounced around whenever he was needed. they made enough money to own a house with some land, but it wasn’t much. micah, his father, eventually needed an extra pair of hands to help him on the ranches so mitchell was pulled out of school relatively young in order to work. he didn’t complain and his mother simply told him to behave and to listen to his father. the work was tiring and difficult, especially for a 12-year-old boy. but he kept his bottom lip stiff and he worked hard.

when he would get to go home and see his mother and younger sister, he was over the moon. he loved the gentle hands of his mother, the soft scent of apples and cinnamon clinging to her as she welcomed him back. he was quite close to her, which was why when she got sick and lost her sight, it rocked his world. he didn’t know what to do as they had lost income from her teaching job. anna wasn’t old enough to work and his father was only able to be away from home for so long. so mitchell decided to work on other ranches and send his paychecks to his parents.

he moved to a horse ranch when he was 16 years old and never came home. he worked and lived at the farm, staying in the barn with the animals. he learned a lot and had a special touch when it came to the animals, almost as if he could read their thoughts and feelings. when he was 17 years old, the ranch was a victim of a raid, their horses getting stolen and men getting killed. the prewitt gang were the perpetrators but mitchell didn’t care. he chased after them for days which turned into a couple of weeks before he managed to sneak into their camp with a knife in hand, prepared to steal back the horses.

rasmus didn’t let that happen. both were young at the time, the gang quite small and not overly well-known in the south. but he saw a spark in mitch that few did. he could do well in the gang. he could make money, he could give his parents plenty of support so they could live out their lives in peace. it was either that or death. he chose to work for the gang. when he first joined, his role was simply to care for their horses, train them, and be a gunman if he needed to watch camp. he had little desire to do much more, he only wanted to make money to send home. but as the years passed and his skills grew alongside his taste for smoke and whiskey, he found himself in a rather powerful position within the gang.

it was still tough, not seeing his family, but he made do with the money he sent them and the whirlwind marriage he was involved in. he was married to an honest woman named delilah for around three years and he adored every moment of it. she wasn’t cut from the same cloth as him, but foolishly, they both thought they were meant to be. it wasn’t until the gang was raided by the hensley gang. supplies were taken, men were killed, and delilah was almost assaulted. she asked him for a divorce shortly after this and she went home. he later learned she married a rich businessman the following year.

since the divorce, mitch found himself retreating within himself, relying on drink to put him to sleep at night and ease the pain in his heart. but the pain never stopped, it just grew. his mother passed away, peacefully, but that letter was painful to receive. the gang suffered losses and great arguments as they moved around, trying to find a home they could stay at. but it never seemed to settle for them. with the most recent death, mitch has become rather upset and frustrated by the secrets he harbors for those within the gang and the stress he carries on his shoulders. he doesn’t want to go against rasmus, but he truly fears for everyone’s safety if they continue on this quest for self-destruction.

family. claire mcfarling | mother | deceased
his mother was always a kind and caring soul. she often put people's needs above her own and would do whatever she could to bring a smile out. she always liked children and animals, being a teacher for a period of time. as mitch grew older, he truly appreciated the gentle hand that she had with them as it was a big contrast to the outside world. she did get sick and lost her eyesight when he was in his teens, greatly impacting the family. still, she lived a full life until she passed away a few years ago in her sleep.

micah mcfarling | father | alive
a bit rough around the edges, he was a man of the wilderness and seemed to always have that unsettled look in his eyes. he didn't have much to say to his children as they aged, but he didn't need to unless he was teaching them something. he would often take the kids hunting or to ranches he was working on to give them experience in various fields. he was gruff but he had a sweet spot for his family, especially for his wife. when she lost her eyesight, he made her life as easy as possible and stayed by her side until her passing. he currently is living in the family home with anna and her family.

anna mcfarling | younger sister | alive
a bit of a spitfire, she always had a crazy idea or story bouncing around in her head. a mess of dark curls, she would chase after mitch and their father whenever she could. she didn't like boring 'lady things' and preferred to be more like the boys and run about in the woods. after mitch left the family to join up with the gang, she stayed back and did her best to help their parents with their own business. she got married when she was older and currently has four children that she loves dearly. she stays in touch with mitch pretty regularly.

relationships. rasmus prewitt | a horse wrestler that mitch encountered back when he was only seventeen years old, the two have maintained a friendship over these 20+ years. they don't always see eye-to-eye on things, but generally, they don't have any major issues. mitch tends to be rasmus' eyes on the ground when he nor jeb can pay attention to what's going on with the gang or around camp. more recently they have been butting heads over the future of the gang as they are bother trying to figure out the best way to keep everyone safe.

jeb hendrix | the more level-headed of the three, mitch tends to vent to jeb and sort of lets himself rely on him more than others. he is a safe person to talk to and it makes things easier to have someone to talk to that doesn't piss him off beyond reason. he usually goes on fishing or hunting trips with jeb to catch up or to talk about the gang without rasmus trying to butt in on the conversation.

delilah campbell | his ex-wife and at the moment, the only woman he's ever loved. they were together in their late twenties and stayed married for about three years before the divorce. she had initially said she was okay with the life of the gang, but after living in it for some rough periods of time, she couldn't handle it anymore. she asked mitch for a divorce after their camp had been attacked by another gang and there were some rather awful injuries and camp supplies were lost. they occasionally keep in touch but he finds it difficult to see her, knowing that she's happily married to a rich man and they have a couple of children while his life hasn't changed at all.

Character Questions —
how old was he when he joined the prewitt gang? | he was seventeen when he got ensnared by the prewitt gang. a rather talented horse wrangler, he worked on various farms breaking horses, training them, catching them, and helping sell them for the farms. he met rasmus when they were stealing a horse from the farm he worked at. he spent a couple days tracking them down and when he finally caught up to them, rasmus was so entertained by his dedication to the horses, he asked him if he wanted a job within their group. for some reason, mitch agreed. he's been part of the gang for 25 years.

how does he feel about william marrell's death? | this death hit a bit too close to home for mitch. he wasn't really thrilled about having such an inexperienced member of the gang on a train robbery, but he didn't think it was going to result in his death. there was nothing that could be done from him to have prevented it as he was on the opposite side of the train, but he still has a lot of emotions about it. he was one of the ones to inform mrs. marrell and it was hard to see her so upset.

what does he think the group should do? | honestly, he doesn't know. he has been an outlaw longer than he hasn't, but he knows that their time is running out. there are only so many places within the country that don't have their faces on a bounty board and he is starting to get a bit tired of running. but his loyalty to the gang is unmatched, which has caused inner turmoil within his heart.

how does he feel about the move they just went on? | it was pretty rough, especially due to the crying of william's wife and the fact that everyone was incredibly somber. serenity gulch is a nice place though, the mountains and rivers are comforting to him and he feels almost like he could make a home somewhere close by. he would never say that out loud though.
 
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beatrice kane






Basics:

Full Name. Beatrice Tallulah Kane
Nicknames. Bea, Bumblebee
Age. 22
Birthday. 8/9
Gender. Female
Sexuality. Heterosexual
Role. Gunwoman and Thief

Looks

Face Claim. Riley Keough
Height. 5’7
Hair Color. Red
Eye Color. Blue
Distinguishing Features. Bright smile, long red hair, high cheekbones
Scars. Various small scars from her lifestyle
Modifications. Ear piercings







































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Personal Items
-Weapon: Winchester 1873 Rifle: Beatrice was given this for her sixteenth birthday. Colt Navy Revolver: This was Bea's father's gun. She took it after her father was imprisoned.
-Horse: Athena: Athena was not originally Beatrice's horse, she was her father's horse. Athena had always behaved well for Dalton, though she is quite stubborn and challenging when it comes to Bea. However, they are working on it. It may take some coaxing, but Athena most often does as she is told these days.
-Notable Items: It has wear around the edges and a bent corner, but Beatrice's prized possession is a family photo. It is of her and her parents; she was just an infant in the photo. It is the only photo she has of her mother.

Likes.
Looking at the stars, legends, music, ghost stories, cool rocks

Dislikes.
Lonliness, extreme weather, true silence, itchy clothes, long fingernails

Hobbies.
Collecting rocks

Fears.
Never seeing her father again, snakes, being alone

Vices.

-Cocky: Bea can be overconfident at times, assuming that she is right. Success is assumed, which can lead to trouble if she does not think out every angle.
-Stubborn: It is very hard to change Beatrice's mind. The only ones who can cut through her obstinacy with ease are Rasmus and her father. She also holds grudges like it is nobody's business.
-Untrusting: Due to the nature of the gang's lifestyle, Beatrice is not very trusting of outsiders. They need to prove to her that they are trustworthy, which is no easy task.

Virtues.
-Loyal: Once you have Bea's trust, she will support you until the end. It would take a lot for her to go against those she respects and trusts.
-Observant: With keen eyes, Beatrice will take notice of her surroundings. Even if she isn't sure what something means, she will take note of it and mentally file it away for later.
-Discreet: Bea knows how to be unassuming so that she draws as little attention as possible. She is also quite good at keeping a secret if she needs to.

















history + misc






Background.

Dalton Kane was an early member of the Prewitt Gang. Somewhere along the way, he met Tallulah Carson. The pair fell quickly for each other and she ran off from home to join Dalton, eloping the first opportunity they had. Somehow, she wasn't put off by the crime and the violence. As long as she was with Dalton, she was happy. A year later, Beatrice joined the family, and by association, the gang.

While the pregnancy was smooth, her birth was difficult. Though, things turned out just fine. Tallulah mooned over her baby girl. Despite the skirmishes with the law and constant movement, the family was happy. They were overjoyed to expand when Tallulah fell pregnant with her second child. Five-year-old Bea was excited to be an older sister. Things, once again, were fine throughout the pregnancy but went very wrong during the birth.

The baby got stuck and nothing the doctor did was helping. All Bea remembers was being escorted into the room to see her mother. She was pale and sweaty and crying. Beatrice didn't understand, she was supposed to be happy. Her mother kissed her on the head and said, "Mama loves you so much. Be good for your daddy."

She and the baby died a short time later.

The memories from that time are still hazy, but that's when her father stopped shielding her from the gang's activities. Of course, he kept the more gruesome details from her— she was a child after all. But, without her mother to look after her, he wanted her prepared for their lifestyle. Her young age made her the perfect candidate for pickpocketing. Nobody would suspect the cute child with the sunny smile. And while she wasn't old enough to keep a gun of her own, Dalton taught her to shoot under his supervision.

As she grew older, she was allowed to join in on more and more of the gang's activities. While she still pickpocketed, she now was participating in lower-stakes robberies, the occasional con job, and helping guard the camp while the others were off on more serious heists.

She grew into a strong and independent young woman, who was becoming quite an asset to the group. Her sticky fingers were quick and her demeanor was unassuming. Not to mention, she was a pretty great shot. She even got a rifle for her sixteenth birthday. Beatrice felt untouchable.

And therein lies the rub.

The universe was cruel and decided to teach her a lesson. She was barely eighteen when it happened. It was a simple robbery— they were holding up a carriage belonging to a wealthy family. Because it was supposed to be so simple, it was just Beatrice and Dalton. The plans were made and approved. However, somehow the family was tipped off. Things went south quickly and the sheriff was present. Dalton gave Bea an opportunity to run at his own expense. He was caught and thrown in jail.

While he wasn't gone in the same sense her mother was, he was as good as dead until he was freed (which, given his affiliation with the gang, would not be for quite some time). Naturally, she demanded that Rasmus organize his escape. That, however, would not happen. Instead, they had to move on without him.

Beatrice is much more careful now.

When she was nineteen, she was officially given the extra duty as a gunwoman (though she's been unofficially doing the job for years). The Prewitt Gang is all that she has left in this world. William's death was a devastating blow for everyone. She'd do anything for the gang, but something is starting to nag at her now that they have an opportunity for some normalcy. However, she's too dedicated to go against the majority's wishes. So, until there is a decision, she is going to keep on doing as she is told.

Family.

Dalton Kane- From the age of five and on, Dalton was the only family Beatrice had. They were very close. He'd call her his "Bumblebee" on account of how she would practically buzz with excitement as a little girl. He taught her everything she knows. However, she is the reason he is currently in jail. Bea carries that guilt on her shoulders and hopes they'll be reunited one day.

Tallulah Kane (deceased)- Beatrice doesn't remember much about her mother. Her memories mostly consist of bedtime stories and their final goodbyes. However, they share many physical features, including beautiful red hair. Every so often Dalton remarks on how much Bea reminds him of Tallulah, which never fails to bring a smile to her face.

Character Questions.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?

"Well, I was born into it, really. My father was an early member and raised me in it."

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?

"Oh that just broke my heart. I've known him since he joined us and cannot believe he's gone. I check on his wife occasionally, but I don't think I can do much to help."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?

"This life is all I've ever known. I don't know what a 'normal' life would even be like." She takes a long pause. "However, I can't help but think that my father's arrest and William's death may be signs that something needs to change."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?

"I've moved so many times, I'm used to it. I'm just glad we've escaped the law... for now, at least."



















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Blake Waller
basics.

"It's never too late to save a life"​

Age: 34 years old
Gender: Cismale
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Gunman/Camp Trader
appearance.

Height: 6'
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Scars: He has a few scars on his abdomen
Modifications: N/A
Face Claim: 'Hangman' Adam Page | Stevie Woltz

personal items.

Weapons: .45 Schofield Revolver - A gift from Rasmus Prewitt after he saved his life during a stagecoach robbery. | Winchester Model 1866 - Won it in a poker game.

Horse: Whitney - She's a fiery white Andalusian. She was originally a racehorse and was going to be put down after two of her legs broke. Considering the original owner was willing to sell her for pennies, Blake jumped at the chance to buy her. She was 15 when she became Blake's mount and was reluctant to trust him. But Blake's patience and calming nature made Whitney more comfortable and he was able to nurse her back to health. He always spoils Whitney with treats and will never let anyone else on her back.

Personal Item: Guitar - Blake learned guitar when he was a kid and had it until he lost his parents. When he joined the Prewitt gang he eventually got one for himself. He plays it in camp from time to time.

Personality.

Likes: Whiskey, Water, Carnivals, Poker
Dislikes: Dancing, Thunderstorms, Cleaning up horse dung, Coyotes
Hobbies: Playing guitar, sketching

Virtues:
Honest - Blake never got to where he was by lying. It doesn't matter how it makes others feel he shares what is on his mind because he trusts himself enough to tell people the truth and not care what anyone thinks.

Sympathetic - He has his limits, but Blake is usually the guy a lot of people turn to. He's a good listener and will show kindness to those who mean well.

Hard-working - Blake never sat around doing nothing all his life. Every year of his life he always knew how important it was to take care of yourself through hard work.

Vices:
Alcoholism - It's gotten better but it's still a problem he has. He binge-drinks when he thinks no one is watching.

Self-doubt - Since Willy's death, Blake has lost a lot of confidence in himself. He isn't sure if he can help those who are skeptical of the gang's future.

Stubborn - Blake usually does what he can to get his way and is confrontational with others about what the best thing to do is.
background.
History: Born in Arlington, Virginia, Blake lived on a farm with his mom and dad who lived a pretty normal life in rural America. They were pretty well known by the town they neared since they were always supplying them with fresh produce. Blake was always comfortable getting his hands dirty and working hard to show that he could take care of himself. His life would become more intense when his family turned their farm into a stop on the underground railroad. Runaway slaves would stop by every now and then. Blake was only a child and didn't completely understand what was going on. But his aloofness was comforting to the runaways and it was his hospitality that gave them a sliver of hope that they would be okay.

Blake was a teenager when his family decided to move westward after the town they lived in started ratting out abolitionists and Northern sympathizers. They had just enough money to move out west to Chicago. There the Waller family opened a general store that Blake helped them run. By this point, the Civil War was in full swing. Learning about the war and its purpose made Blake join the Union where he fought in Georgia and his original home state of Virginia. He was never the same after that, seeing so much death and destruction made him quiet and reserved as his late teens came to a close. He got a few physical scars in the war which he doesn't like to go into detail about.

Blake dove into alcoholism as his PTSD chipped away at him. He would drink every other day and would steal from his parents' inventory from time to time which infuriated them. It was an issue that the three of them were working towards but they wouldn't see it together when one late afternoon, the store was robbed and Blake's parents were gunned down in their own store while they gave him a day off. It was Blake's first 'illegal' murder as he was able to catch a glimpse of the man and spent the next few months plotting his revenge and getting it.

Blake moved further west into Missouri where he was an outlaw. At the time he was living in St. Louis running moonshine where he met his first long-time partner, Jillian Morrissey at a bar. The two couldn't have been any worse for each other, he was an outlaw and she was the daughter of a lawyer. But somehow they made it work for 5 years. Whenever Blake would get temperamental and binge drink, Jill was there to set him straight. And Blake was always there for Jill, whether it was to help her around her house or be a shoulder to cry on, Blake did his best to treat her properly. But life isn't a romance novel. Jill's family threatened to cut her off completely if Blake was going to stay an outlaw. And the problem was he didn't know how to be anything else. So they parted ways and Blake continued to roam.

Blake was in his late 20s by the time he met Rasmus Prewitt. Blake took up bounty hunting in a county where Prewitt was wanted for burglary, aggravated assault, and causing a public disturbance. Prewitt was very persuasive to Blake who offered community, something Blake was lacking for most of his life. It was enough for him to join the gang.

Due to his history of working in a store and running moonshine, Blake became the camp trader. His knowledge of bartering and negotiating with others as well as managing inventory made him the logical choice to run that part of the gang's operation.

Character Questions.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?: "I remember I cornered ol' Ras at the river. My 27th birthday was a couple of months ago. I could've taken him to jail but he told me he would be broken out by his gang. I said I'll take them in too. He only said 'Then you'd bring in an entire family just to see them swing.' He confused me and told me about the gang with such passion I hadn't seen. I opened up about what I had lost. He offered to take me in. So here I am."

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?: "I never thought it would come to this. We got too excited causing trouble and robbing others. I'd hate to say it was divine intervention that Willy died but we should've expected this... I paid a visit to his widow before we bounced, and gave her some of the cash I had on me. Willy was a good man, as good as folks I've ever met. Maybe this whole thing gang thing wasn't much of a good idea."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?: "Times are changing, so we do as well. Maybe not now, we still need some money if we're really gonna settle down. At some point though, we gotta go our separate ways and live for ourselves."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?: "This isn't like any other move I've had before. We had a lot of heat on us so we gotta lay low. Call it god, divine intervention, spirits, whatever. But we're being given a chance to think about what we need to do so we don't get sent to an early grave."

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Full Name: Blake Aberdeen Waller
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Cismale
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Gunman/Camp Trader

Height: 6'
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Scars: He has a few scars on his abdomen
Modifications: N/A
Face Claim: 'Hangman' Adam Page | Stevie Woltz

Weapons: .45 Schofield Revolver - A gift from Rasmus Prewitt after he saved his life during a stagecoach robbery. | Winchester Model 1866 - Won it in a poker game.
Horse: Whitney - She's a fiery white Andalusian. She was originally a racehorse and was going to be put down after two of her legs broke. Considering the original owner was willing to sell her for pennies, Blake jumped at the chance to buy her. She was 15 when she became Blake's mount and was reluctant to trust him. But Blake's patience and calming nature made Whitney more comfortable and he was able to nurse her back to health. He always spoils Whitney with treats and will never let anyone else on her back.
Personal Item: Guitar - Blake learned guitar when he was a kid and had it until he lost his dad. When he joined the Perwitt gang he eventually got one for himself and plays it in camp from time to time.

Likes: Whiskey, Water, Carnivals, Poker
Dislikes: Dancing, Thunderstorms, Cleaning up horse dung, Coyotes
Hobbies: Playing guitar, sketching

Virtues:
Honest - Blake never got to where he was by lying. It doesn't matter how it makes others feel he shares what is on his mind because he trusts himself enough to tell people the truth and not care what anyone thinks.
Sympathetic - He has his limits, but Blake is usually the guy a lot of people turn to. He's a good listener and will show kindness to those who mean well.
Hard-working - Blake never sat around doing nothing all his life. Every year of his life he always knew how important it was to take care of yourself through hard work.

Vices:
Alcoholism - It's gotten better but it's still a problem he has. He binge-drinks when he thinks no one is watching.
Self-doubt - Since Willy's death Blake has lost a lot of confidence in himself. He isn't sure if he can help those who are skeptical of the gang's future.
Stubborn - Blake usually does what he can to get his way and is confrontational with others about what the best thing to do is.

History:
Born in Arlington, Virginia, Blake lived on a farm with his mom and dad who lived a pretty normal life in rural America. They were pretty well known by the town they neared since they were always supplying them with fresh produce. Blake was always comfortable getting his hands dirty and working hard to show that he could take care of himself. His life would become more intense when his family turned their farm into a stop on the underground railroad. Runaway slaves would stop by every now and then. Blake was only a child and didn't completely understand what was going on. But his aloofness was comforting to the runaways and it was his hospitality that gave them a sliver of hope that they would be okay.

Blake was a teenager when his family decided to move westward after the town they lived in started ratting out abolitionists and Northern sympathizers. They had just enough money to move out west to Chicago. There the Waller family opened a general store that Blake helped them run. By this point, the Civil War was in full swing. Learning about the war and its purpose made Blake join the Union where he fought in Georgia and his original home state of Virginia. He was never the same after that, seeing so much death and destruction made him quiet and reserved as his late teens came to a close. He got a few physical scars in the war which he doesn't like to go into detail about.

Blake dove into alcoholism as his PTSD chipped away at him. He would drink every other day and would steal from his parents' inventory from time to time which infuriated them. It was an issue that the three of them were working towards but they wouldn't see it together when one late afternoon, the store was robbed and Blake's parents were gunned down in their own store while they gave him a day off. It was Blake's first 'illegal' murder as he was able to catch a glimpse of the man and spent the next few months plotting his revenge and getting it.

Blake moved further west into Missouri where he was an outlaw. At the time he was living in St. Louis running moonshine where he met his first long-time partner, Jillian Morrissey at a bar. The two couldn't have been any worse for each other, he was an outlaw and she was the daughter of a lawyer. But somehow they made it work for 5 years. Whenever Blake would get temperamental and binge drink, Jill was there to set him straight. And Blake was always there for Jill, whether it was to help her around her house or be a shoulder to cry on, Blake did his best to treat her properly. But life isn't a romance novel. Jill's family threatened to cut her off completely if Blake was going to stay an outlaw. And the problem was he didn't know how to be anything else. So they parted ways and Blake continued to roam.

Blake was in his late 20s by the time he met Rasmus Prewitt. Blake took up bounty hunting in a county where Prewitt was wanted for burglary, aggravated assault, and causing a public disturbance. Prewitt was very persuasive to Blake who offered community, something Blake was lacking for most of his life. It was enough for him to join the gang.

Due to his history of working in a store and running moonshine, Blake became the camp trader. His knowledge of bartering and negotiating with others as well as managing inventory made him the logical choice to run that part of the gang's operation.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?: "I remember I cornered ol' Ras at the river. My 27th birthday was a couple of months ago. I could've taken him to jail but he told me he would be broken out by his gang. I said I'll take them in too. He only said 'Then you'd bring in an entire family just to see them swing.' He confused me and told me about the gang with such passion I hadn't seen. I opened up about what I had lost. He offered to take me in. So here I am."

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?: "I never thought it would come to this. We got too excited causing trouble and robbing others. I'd hate to say it was divine intervention that Willy died but we should've expected this... I paid a visit to his widow before we bounced, and gave her some of the cash I had on me. Willy was a good man, as good as folks I've ever met. Maybe this whole thing gang thing wasn't much of a good idea."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?: "Times are changing, so we do as well. Maybe not now, we still need some money if we're really gonna settle down. At some point though, we gotta go our separate ways and live for ourselves."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?: "This isn't like any other move I've had before. We had a lot of heat on us so we gotta lay low. Call it god, divine intervention, spirits, whatever. But we're being given a chance to think about what we need to do so we don't get sent to an early grave."
 
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Margaret "Mags" Cadeau
















#camp midwife




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The hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats

Basics:
Full Name: Marguerite Cadeau, but no one calls her that, and few people even know her real name.
Nicknames: Mags
Age: 32
Gender: Cis woman? If she was more in touch with herself, she might identify as non-binary
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Not really any of your business, in’it?
Role: Camp midwife
Languages: Mags is fluent in French and English, and can get by in Anishinaabemowin.

Appearance:
Height: 5’5”
Hair: Black, long and straight. Usually worn down but occasionally tied back.
Eyes: Dark brown, almost black
Distinguishing Features: n/a
Scars: A long scar diagonally across her abdomen that twists and pulls at the skin.
Face Claim: Cara Gee

Personal Items:
Weapon: Mags usually carries a pistol for protection, but in all honesty she is known to be a terrible shot.
Horse: A sorrel mare (American Quarter Horse) with a white strip down her muzzle, named ‘Mister’. Mags is relatively fond of Mister, but she has also named all her horses ‘Mister’, so she clearly isn’t too attached.
Notable Items: Mags is usually seen wearing a flat brimmed black hat. She also carries a rather worn leather bag that she keeps her most-used medical supplies in. It seems to have some sentimental value to her, as she has turned down offers to replace it- Or maybe she’s just being thrifty.

Personality:
Likes: Wildflowers. Stitching- Skin or fabric, she enjoys seeing the pieces come together. Keeping the bonfire going late at night. Weirdly, she likes being around people- So long as they don’t bother her. Hot food.
Dislikes: People knowing she likes wildflowers. Rainstorms. People asking about her or her past. Shooting. Having to make her own food.
Hobbies: …Like, things to do fun? Mags doesn’t really do that.

Virtues:
Sober. As far as anyone seems to know, Mags has never drank a sip of alcohol, smoked at all, or done any drugs. Though this makes her somewhat of an oddity, she doesn’t seem to mind when others do it around her. (Though she doesn't take pity on those who find themselves in a terrible stupor after the fact)

Fast Learner. Mags picks up on things quickly, especially related to medicine and the human body. She is good at making connections and reaching solutions.

Calm and collected. It takes a lot to shake up Mags, and she can keep a cool head in even the most stressful of situations.

Vices:
Taciturn. Mags rarely says more than she needs to, which can sometimes cause frustration.

Judgemental. Mags will treat anyone’s injuries- But if she thinks it was a damn stupid way to get injured, she’ll say so.

Bedside Manner. For a medic, Mags is not exactly a calm and caring presence. She does her best for her patients, but don’t expect a gentle hand or a soothing voice. It is, however, something she's been trying to improve.

Not very self aware. Mags likely has a lot of issues to work through- Which she steadfastly ignores.


History:
A Métis woman, Mags was born to an Anishinaabe woman and a French fur trader. She spent her early years traveling between trading camps, but her mother passed when she was 6, and she and her father moved to a small but growing town. Her father began to refer to her as ‘Marguerite’ and she has no memories of what name her mother might have called her.

Having been quite successful in the fur trade, her father was an eligible bachelor and quickly remarried. When she was 8, her step-mother bore twins and Mags became a big sister to a baby boy and girl. It was a stressful birth, and Mags helped the midwife with great fascination. As a teen, Mags made one of her only asks of her father- That she be apprenticed with the local midwife. Her request was granted.

Mags learned the trade with her mentor’s help, and might even have replaced the older woman as a fixture in the community one day. Until she was 19, and her step mother came home to find Mags standing over her father’s body, the bloody knife still in hand.

Rather than hang for the murder, Mags ran, making her way south and then west.

She barely scraped by for a while, doing things she still regrets, until she landed in Missouri. The small town’s physician was an old man, and there was no midwife for miles on end. She agreed to help in exchange for room and board, and for the old man to teach her what he knew. He agreed, and so began Mags’ education in medicine beyond birthing.

Mags learned quickly, and though the community was distrustful of her at first, they found her eyes to be younger and her hands to be steadier than the old man’s. If she had tried even a bit harder to be sociable, she might even have made friends there.

But seven years later, the old man had a heart attack and died, and his son came out to collect on the will. The doctor may have taken no issue with Mags’ gender or skin, but his son did and had no problem saying so. Though the old man had left his practice to Mags and his land to his son, the son wanted it all. He contested the will in court, and the local judge ruled against Mags.

Mags had delivered that judge’s grandaughter, and stitched up his son’s head when he’d fallen from his horse. She had no desire to stay where she wasn’t wanted.

Mags headed west again, this time with the knowledge of a doctor and the supplies of one, too- She’d stolen them before she left. It wasn’t like the son knew how to use them, after all.

She’d hitched a ride with a wagon train as their medic, but they sure as hell weren’t friendly to her, and she began to resent them. When the Prewitt gang attacked, she surrendered herself to them and asked if they needed someone to stitch them up.

Strangely, the gang was lacking in a doctor and was fine taking Mags on, even without her formal training. In the three years she's been with them, she's proven it was a good choice.

Surprisingly, Mags likes the gang. It’s a bit more excitement than she’s used to, but for the most part the other members respect her and value what does. Which is more than she can say for some of her other communities.

Family:
Mags’ mother died when she was six, and has not had contact with any other family member since she was 19, more than 10 years ago.
Pierre Cadeau. Father. Deceased. Mags was tried for his murder and found guilty.
Madeleine Cadeau. Step mother.
Antoine Cadeau. Half brother, 8 years younger than Mags.
Jean Cadeau. Half sister, 8 years younger than Mags.

Character Questions:
How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
Mags joined the gang about three years ago, when she was 29.

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
“Damn shame.” Maybe if she’d been there, Mags could’ve done something… But based on how the death happened, she knows she would have been as useless as the rest of them. All the same, she’s added him to the list she thinks of when she can’t sleep, of the people she couldn’t save.

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
“Hmm. Not really up to me.” Mags hasn’t hated her time with the Prewitt gang, and while she’s used to being on the run, she is a little wary of adding more charges to her name. As the camp doctor she’s rarely involved directly in the jobs, but still. Not to mention, she’s got marketable skills outside of the criminal life- Maybe Serenity Gulch needs a midwife?

How do they feel about the move they just went on?
“It was necessary.” Mags thinks it was a good idea, even if spurred by a terrible circumstance. It was only a matter of time before the law caught up to them in Crow’s Alley.
 
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IRIS VAN ORMAN ━━━━
━━━━ CAMP ADMINISTRATOR
count up the places we've left behind.
Basics —
full name. iris marjorie van orman
nicknames. none
age. thirty-seven
birthday. march 24th
gender. cis. female
sexuality. heterosexual
relationship status. widowed (single)
role. the camp administrator

Appearance —
height. 5'4"
hair. red
eyes. bright blue
distinguishing features. bright eyes, fiery hair, dimpled chin, freckles everywhere
modifications. ear piercings
scars. some small scars can be found on her face, but much larger ones are hidden beneath her clothes
face claim. jessica chastain

Personal Items —
weapon. two lemat revolvers | she dual wields these on the rare occasion she draws them. she doesn't like using guns but she's more comfortable using these smaller ones than a large rifle or shotgun. she took them from her late husband before she left to join the gang. there were a total of four but she gave one to leonora and the other to rasmus as a present.

bowie knife | she's had this knife since she first joined the gang. she always keeps it near in case she's unable to use her guns for whatever reason.

horse. adora | lusitano | mare | 14 years old | 15.3hh | 01
a foal from her original engagement horse from her late husband. a bit of a handful as she has many buttons, she still has a very willing personality and seems to put her best foot forward whenever she can. a bright-minded animal, she reflects much of iris' own personality, causing them to get along quite well. while she doesn't particularly enjoy things such as gunfights, she will steel herself for a while before she decides to head for the hills, usually with a cart or person on her back. highly prized due to her own rarity, iris keeps a close eye on her.

notable items. sketchbooks | various sketchbooks can be found among her things, filled with detailed drawings, sketches, and paintings of places they've lived and members of the gang. she likes to paint in order to unwind and calm down, but sometimes she does it for a gift, especially for families who have lost loved ones in the gang. she makes some money selling them in towns as they move about and she puts that into personal savings whenever she can.

Personality —
likes. painting, sketching, photographs of animals, nature watching, going for walks, organization, waterfalls, swimming, braiding hair

dislikes. being dirty, using large guns, fighting in the group, robberies going wrong, death, funerals, crying in front of people, her husband

hobbies. painting/drawing, figuring out hairstyles, making maps

vices. a bit difficult to get along with, she has a cold exterior, and keeps people a mile away from her, even if they mean no harm. she doesn't like people getting involved in her personal affairs and will do whatever it takes to keep things private and secret as she feels vulnerable when people know things about her. she gets frustrated with people easily and can have a sharp tongue, despite meaning well. a little too blunt at times, she does her best to lighten blows but sometimes she doesn't hold back.

virtues. despite her icy shield, iris is someone who has very deep and sensitive feelings, which often get hurt. still, she is a very kind-hearted woman who takes care of others and protects them fiercely, physically and emotionally. she does her best to help those in need and is always thinking about how to help those within in the group. organized and strategic, she is incredibly smart and holds the gang together like glue, keeping the camp from falling apart and the members from getting sick or going hungry by keeping everything stocked.

Background — TW: pregnancy loss, DV
history. there’s a lot to learn as a child who is given up willingly by their parents. for iris, it taught her how to rely on herself and follow the rules. growing up without the influence of her mother or father but knowing they were still alive, well, it was a rather troubling emotion for her. despite quite literally growing up in an orphanage, she didn’t quite understand the meaning of being thrown away. for a while, her innocent mind kept her in the dark and gave her daydreams of her parents realizing their mistakes and taking her back into their arms. it seemed like this was the case when she had just turned 10 years old and was told to put on her best clothes and back her small suitcase.

being brought down the creaking and rotting stairs, she saw a somewhat nervous red-haired man in the lobby area, his fingers twisting and pulling on the worn cap he held. she had never seen him in her life, and nor had he ever seen her, but he could recognize her as soon as she saw him. “now, there’s a cormack if i’ve ever seen one!”. his voice wasn’t fatherly at all, it was light and shifty, almost as if he were playing a part. iris had been uncomfortable but somewhat relieved at the idea she would at least be living with a family member who wanted her. maybe he didn’t know where she was until now and had been searching desperately for years.

her romantic ideas as to why lester had collected her were quickly shattered when he placed her on the back of the dusty old horse and brought them both to a dingy home. it was thick with smoke, liquor, and something rather metallic. (as she grew older she later learned it was the smell of blood.) he pulled his bright-eyed daughter to his chest and hugged her, promising a life of love and happiness, right after he paid a debt. the girl was none the wiser and certainly hadn’t noticed the expert hand that had slipped into her pocket and taken out the money she had saved for her entire life at the orphanage.

the door closed behind him, and she never saw him again. for hours she sat on her small case and waited, stomach growling in contempt, her throat rather scratchy from the lack of water and the polluted air. she felt rather hopeless and confused until a pair of scuffed boots fell into her line of sight and as she dragged her gaze up, she met the eyes of a young rasmus prewitt. his dark curls clung to his face, due to alcohol or sweat, she couldn’t tell, but she knew his eyes held the same abandonment and confusion that hers did. she was a reflection of him and without so much as an argument, he gathered her things and invited her to meet his friends. the rest simply fell into place like dominos.

life within the prewitt gang was exhilarating and irritating at the same time. iris often mothered and took care of people twice her age or half her age. there was little in between. she grew up in dirt and grime but still managed to keep herself clean and presentable, like a lady who wasn’t running with outlaws. her looks and natural smarts became an advantage as she helped distract folks while the others stole goods, or she learned about rich people and their houses. it was easy, albeit stressful. she rarely stole, but when she did it was books. iris was fascinated by literature and knowledge, often sneaking into libraries or people’s homes to take books. sometimes she even posed as a student in school in order to grab school books.

by the age of 20, iris had accomplished a lot within the gang and while she was happy with them, she was missing something. cue phineas van orman. a horse breeder from europe who had many expensive and rare horses on his property often fancied hiring the prewitt gang to encourage competition to seek jobs elsewhere. because of this, he often met with iris and seemingly fell head over heels for her. he was on his hands and knees with words of love on his lips, diamond rings in his hands, and beautiful horses behind him, just begging for her to marry him. he promised security, education, wealth, safety, and a home that didn’t have to travel around. so she accepted. rasmus was not pleased by this and they fought quite a lot over her decision to leave the gang. nobody could stop iris, so she left. she married phineas and settled down, merely content with this new life.

her romantic dreams of a life with phineas faded after the first year of marriage. his kindness and sweetness soon turned bitter and harsh, almost as if prompted by the prewitt gang having moved away from the surrounding areas. insults were often hurled at iris but she didn’t let them sink into the iron armor she had built up over the years. there was no place for sensitivity as an outlaw so he couldn’t hurt her that way. her lack of response or distress seemed to trigger him and phineas began to lay hands on her. it was always random, sending iris into a dazed state, unsure of what caused the outburst.

she had little ability to prepare before he struck, often not doing anything and still getting hit. she bit her tongue and held her head high, despite the bruises that decorated her freckled flesh. iris refused to back down or break, knowing that the wealth and status she had acquired as his wife was the only thing saving her from destitution or jail. but he never seemed to stop, even when she was pregnant. there had been a slight lull in the abuse after she told him, but due to the fact she had gotten sick when making him dinner, he couldn’t hold back.

that night is a blur of blood and darkness for iris. when she came to, she had no idea what day it was and barely could see due to the swelling of her face. she lost the pregnancy a few days later and something inside of her snapped. bloodied hands left streaks around the bathroom as she wailed and screamed, ripping down everything she could and throwing what was breakable. whatever patience she had snapped in her that day and she couldn’t take it anymore. so while her husband was off delivering a couple of horses, she prepared herself for a life-changing event. she wrote letters, packed bags, and did her best to figure out what to do in case the plan backfired.

with a gun in hand and a chair in front of the bedroom door, she waited for him. heavy footsteps and a cheerful voice echoed within the house as her husband climbed the stairs, happily talking about how much money he made off the horses and how he was excited about the well-deserved dinner she was going to make him. it nagged on her throbbing brain more than she would even admit but frankly, she didn’t have to say a word to him. time seemed to slow as she held up the shotgun, reddened eyes trained on the chest of phineas as it was revealed. a blood-soaked finger pulled the trigger twice. one after the other, two bullets practically exploded in his chest. his body was in the hallway and didn’t even twitch. she left him there for a while, not even bothering to clean up the large pool of blood that formed around him.

the next morning she took care of it the best she could, hiding his body in a casket that had come in a wagon that he bought (stolen of course) and kept it in the basement. she locked the door and never said a word to anyone. she took care of everything, the business, the finances, and everything transferred to her name, thanks to a letter written and signed by phineas. it all was going according to plan until lester cormack showed up unannounced with a ten-year-old girl in hand. “what’s with you and taking your kids somewhere strange at ten?” iris had been gifted her half-sister due to lester not being able to raise her himself. so she took leonora in and raised her within the van orman house, her husband still hidden in that basement.

after two years of living there with leonora, people began to whisper about iris having killed her husband as nobody had heard from him, not even his connections in europe. so she did what she had to do in order to survive. she contacted rasmus prewitt. it didn’t take very long before that familiar face was on her doorstep, eyes hardened from life on the road, but a charming smile nonetheless. they talked for hours in iris’ study as she explained the situation, determined to keep the land and business but simply allow her workers to run it as she was worried about giving it up. it took a lot of planning but they managed to get phineas’ coffin to a graveyard, the owner having owed the gang a favor, and he was buried without hassle. the horse farm arrangements were set up quite tightly so that iris would get her money and it would continue to be in her name until she passed, and then it went to leonora.

the girls left their home and moved back into the prewitt gang, which wasn’t that difficult to adjust to. iris quickly took charge of the camp and how it ran, making sure that everyone was fed, clothed, medicated, and had arms to defend themselves. now in her mid-thirties, she is determined to have a successful career out west as she plans to move the farm there and live out the rest of her days without worry.

family. katherine fairbanks | mother | unknown
katherine wasn't happy when she discovered she was pregnant with iris. unwanted since her conception, the woman made little plans for her child and simply left her on the doorsteps of an orphanage in a small crate and nothing else. no clothes, no blankets, not even a name of her own. katherine never met iris and she only knows who her mother is thanks to her father's sharp memory.

lester cormack | father | unknown
lester wasn't a father to iris, but he did push her in the direction of the prewitt gang when he stumbled upon her. the trademark cormack hair had passed to the girl and so he knew that she was his, especially when he could see her mother's stubbornness in her. so he encouraged her to leave the orphanage, insinuating that he would take her in as he was her only blood relative. but all he wanted was the money the orphanage gave her as pocket change and he left her in the company of undesirables. the last they saw each other was when he gave her leonora.

leonora cormack | half-sister | alive
iris didn't know leonora existed until the ten-year-old showed up on her doorstep with their shared father behind her. she wasn't excited to take care of a child, let alone one that lester gave her, but having experienced the pain of growing up without parents, she couldn't abandon her. while sisters, iris became somewhat of a mother to leonora and guided her as she grew up.

phineas van orman | husband | deceased
a man who possessed a silver tongue and a pocket full of gold, he came from europe with many rare horses in tow. he had hired the prewitt gang frequently and that's where he met iris. he fell for the fiery woman and pursued her as often as he could. he was a kind man for a while but his true colors showed throughout their marriage. let's just say, he deserved the end he got.

Character Questions —
how old was she when she joined the prewitt gang? | iris was around ten years old when she was dropped into the lap of the prewitt gang for the first time. she was 25 when she rejoined the group with leonora in tow.

how does she feel about william marrell's death? | unnecessary. she was more angry than upset when the group came back and told them about his passing. she got into a heated argument with rasmus that night about how he was reckless with the young members of the gang and they couldn't keep pretending like it was okay for a twenty-year-old to die on a robbery.

what does she think the group should do? | she definitely thinks it would be wise for them to curb their outlaw ways and simply settle down on some land, but she's not dumb and knows that it's going to be tough for them to do that with the bounties on their heads. she still is trying to talk rasmus into retiring the gang so everyone can focus on raising money for property.

how does she feel about the move? | she's never been to serenity gulch, but it is a small breath of fresh air and for that she's grateful. part of her is worried that it won't last long so she's trying to not get attached.

Relationships —
rasmus prewitt | he was 22 years old when they met for the first time and from that moment, he decided to take her under his wing. he did his best to raise her in the gang and taught her everything she needed to know for survival. as she got older she became an important part of their cons and got them some pretty high profile cases. though everyone was family in the gang, they had a complicated relationship when she was in her twenties and began to explore leaving the gang for a 'normal' life. anything between them since that point in time has been fleeting and behind closed doors. she has no feelings towards rasmus other than gratitude for him allowing her back into the gang.
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Basics —
full name. iris marjorie van orman
nicknames. none
age. thirty-seven
birthday. march 24th
gender. cis. female
sexuality. heterosexual
relationship status. widowed (single)
role. the camp administrator

Appearance —
height. 5'4"
hair. red
eyes. bright blue
distinguishing features. bright eyes, fiery hair, dimpled chin, freckles everywhere
modifications. ear piercings
scars. some small scars can be found on her face, but much larger ones are hidden beneath her clothes
face claim. jessica chastain

Personal Items —
weapon. two lemat revolvers | she dual wields these on the rare occasion she draws them. she doesn't like using guns but she's more comfortable using these smaller ones than a large rifle or shotgun. she took them from her late husband before she left to join the gang. there were a total of four but she gave one to leonora and the other to rasmus as a present.

bowie knife | she's had this knife since she first joined the gang. she always keeps it near in case she's unable to use her guns for whatever reason.

horse. adora | lusitano | mare | 14 years old | 15.3hh | 01
a foal from her original engagement horse from her late husband. a bit of a handful as she has many buttons, she still has a very willing personality and seems to put her best foot forward whenever she can. a bright-minded animal, she reflects much of iris' own personality, causing them to get along quite well. while she doesn't particularly enjoy things such as gunfights, she will steel herself for a while before she decides to head for the hills, usually with a cart or person on her back. highly prized due to her own rarity, iris keeps a close eye on her.

notable items. sketchbooks | various sketchbooks can be found among her things, filled with detailed drawings, sketches, and paintings of places they've lived and members of the gang. she likes to paint in order to unwind and calm down, but sometimes she does it for a gift, especially for families who have lost loved ones in the gang. she makes some money selling them in towns as they move about and she puts that into personal savings whenever she can.

Personality —
likes. painting, sketching, photographs of animals, nature watching, going for walks, organization, waterfalls, swimming, braiding hair

dislikes. being dirty, using large guns, fighting in the group, robberies going wrong, death, funerals, crying in front of people, her husband

hobbies. painting/drawing, figuring out hairstyles, making maps

vices. a bit difficult to get along with, she has a cold exterior, and keeps people a mile away from her, even if they mean no harm. she doesn't like people getting involved in her personal affairs and will do whatever it takes to keep things private and secret as she feels vulnerable when people know things about her. she gets frustrated with people easily and can have a sharp tongue, despite meaning well. a little too blunt at times, she does her best to lighten blows but sometimes she doesn't hold back.

virtues. despite her icy shield, iris is someone who has very deep and sensitive feelings, which often get hurt. still, she is a very kind-hearted woman who takes care of others and protects them fiercely, physically and emotionally. she does her best to help those in need and is always thinking about how to help those within in the group. organized and strategic, she is incredibly smart and holds the gang together like glue, keeping the camp from falling apart and the members from getting sick or going hungry by keeping everything stocked.

Background —
history. there’s a lot to learn as a child who is given up willingly by their parents. for iris, it taught her how to rely on herself and follow the rules. growing up without the influence of her mother or father but knowing they were still alive, well, it was a rather troubling emotion for her. despite quite literally growing up in an orphanage, she didn’t quite understand the meaning of being thrown away. for a while, her innocent mind kept her in the dark and gave her daydreams of her parents realizing their mistakes and taking her back into their arms. it seemed like this was the case when she had just turned 10 years old and was told to put on her best clothes and back her small suitcase.

being brought down the creaking and rotting stairs, she saw a somewhat nervous red-haired man in the lobby area, his fingers twisting and pulling on the worn cap he held. she had never seen him in her life, and nor had he ever seen her, but he could recognize her as soon as she saw him. “now, there’s a cormack if i’ve ever seen one!”. his voice wasn’t fatherly at all, it was light and shifty, almost as if he were playing a part. iris had been uncomfortable but somewhat relieved at the idea she would at least be living with a family member who wanted her. maybe he didn’t know where she was until now and had been searching desperately for years.

her romantic ideas as to why lester had collected her were quickly shattered when he placed her on the back of the dusty old horse and brought them both to a dingy home. it was thick with smoke, liquor, and something rather metallic. (as she grew older she later learned it was the smell of blood.) he pulled his bright-eyed daughter to his chest and hugged her, promising a life of love and happiness, right after he paid a debt. the girl was none the wiser and certainly hadn’t noticed the expert hand that had slipped into her pocket and taken out the money she had saved for her entire life at the orphanage.

the door closed behind him, and she never saw him again. for hours she sat on her small case and waited, stomach growling in contempt, her throat rather scratchy from the lack of water and the polluted air. she felt rather hopeless and confused until a pair of scuffed boots fell into her line of sight and as she dragged her gaze up, she met the eyes of a young rasmus prewitt. his dark curls clung to his face, due to alcohol or sweat, she couldn’t tell, but she knew his eyes held the same abandonment and confusion that hers did. she was a reflection of him and without so much as an argument, he gathered her things and invited her to meet his friends. the rest simply fell into place like dominos.

life within the prewitt gang was exhilarating and irritating at the same time. iris often mothered and took care of people twice her age or half her age. there was little in between. she grew up in dirt and grime but still managed to keep herself clean and presentable, like a lady who wasn’t running with outlaws. her looks and natural smarts became an advantage as she helped distract folks while the others stole goods, or she learned about rich people and their houses. it was easy, albeit stressful. she rarely stole, but when she did it was books. iris was fascinated by literature and knowledge, often sneaking into libraries or people’s homes to take books. sometimes she even posed as a student in school in order to grab school books.

by the age of 20, iris had accomplished a lot within the gang and while she was happy with them, she was missing something. cue phineas van orman. a horse breeder from europe who had many expensive and rare horses on his property often fancied hiring the prewitt gang to encourage competition to seek jobs elsewhere. because of this, he often met with iris and seemingly fell head over heels for her. he was on his hands and knees with words of love on his lips, diamond rings in his hands, and beautiful horses behind him, just begging for her to marry him. he promised security, education, wealth, safety, and a home that didn’t have to travel around. so she accepted. rasmus was not pleased by this and they fought quite a lot over her decision to leave the gang. nobody could stop iris, so she left. she married phineas and settled down, merely content with this new life.

her romantic dreams of a life with phineas faded after the first year of marriage. his kindness and sweetness soon turned bitter and harsh, almost as if prompted by the prewitt gang having moved away from the surrounding areas. insults were often hurled at iris but she didn’t let them sink into the iron armor she had built up over the years. there was no place for sensitivity as an outlaw so he couldn’t hurt her that way. her lack of response or distress seemed to trigger him and phineas began to lay hands on her. it was always random, sending iris into a dazed state, unsure of what caused the outburst.

she had little ability to prepare before he struck, often not doing anything and still getting hit. she bit her tongue and held her head high, despite the bruises that decorated her freckled flesh. iris refused to back down or break, knowing that the wealth and status she had acquired as his wife was the only thing saving her from destitution or jail. but he never seemed to stop, even when she was pregnant. there had been a slight lull in the abuse after she told him, but due to the fact she had gotten sick when making him dinner, he couldn’t hold back.

that night is a blur of blood and darkness for iris. when she came to, she had no idea what day it was and barely could see due to the swelling of her face. she lost the pregnancy a few days later and something inside of her snapped. bloodied hands left streaks around the bathroom as she wailed and screamed, ripping down everything she could and throwing what was breakable. whatever patience she had snapped in her that day and she couldn’t take it anymore. so while her husband was off delivering a couple of horses, she prepared herself for a life-changing event. she wrote letters, packed bags, and did her best to figure out what to do in case the plan backfired.

with a gun in hand and a chair in front of the bedroom door, she waited for him. heavy footsteps and a cheerful voice echoed within the house as her husband climbed the stairs, happily talking about how much money he made off the horses and how he was excited about the well-deserved dinner she was going to make him. it nagged on her throbbing brain more than she would even admit but frankly, she didn’t have to say a word to him. time seemed to slow as she held up the shotgun, reddened eyes trained on the chest of phineas as it was revealed. a blood-soaked finger pulled the trigger twice. one after the other, two bullets practically exploded in his chest. his body was in the hallway and didn’t even twitch. she left him there for a while, not even bothering to clean up the large pool of blood that formed around him.

the next morning she took care of it the best she could, hiding his body in a casket that had come in a wagon that he bought (stolen of course) and kept it in the basement. she locked the door and never said a word to anyone. she took care of everything, the business, the finances, and everything transferred to her name, thanks to a letter written and signed by phineas. it all was going according to plan until lester cormack showed up unannounced with a ten-year-old girl in hand. “what’s with you and taking your kids somewhere strange at ten?” iris had been gifted her half-sister due to lester not being able to raise her himself. so she took leonora in and raised her within the van orman house, her husband still hidden in that basement.

after two years of living there with leonora, people began to whisper about iris having killed her husband as nobody had heard from him, not even his connections in europe. so she did what she had to do in order to survive. she contacted rasmus prewitt. it didn’t take very long before that familiar face was on her doorstep, eyes hardened from life on the road, but a charming smile nonetheless. they talked for hours in iris’ study as she explained the situation, determined to keep the land and business but simply allow her workers to run it as she was worried about giving it up. it took a lot of planning but they managed to get phineas’ coffin to a graveyard, the owner having owed the gang a favor, and he was buried without hassle. the horse farm arrangements were set up quite tightly so that iris would get her money and it would continue to be in her name until she passed, and then it went to leonora.

the girls left their home and moved back into the prewitt gang, which wasn’t that difficult to adjust to. iris quickly took charge of the camp and how it ran, making sure that everyone was fed, clothed, medicated, and had arms to defend themselves. now in her mid-thirties, she is determined to have a successful career out west as she plans to move the farm there and live out the rest of her days without worry.

family. katherine fairbanks | mother | unknown
katherine wasn't happy when she discovered she was pregnant with iris. unwanted since her conception, the woman made little plans for her child and simply left her on the doorsteps of an orphanage in a small crate and nothing else. no clothes, no blankets, not even a name of her own. katherine never met iris and she only knows who her mother is thanks to her father's sharp memory.

lester cormack | father | unknown
lester wasn't a father to iris, but he did push her in the direction of the prewitt gang when he stumbled upon her. the trademark cormack hair had passed to the girl and so he knew that she was his, especially when he could see her mother's stubbornness in her. so he encouraged her to leave the orphanage, insinuating that he would take her in as he was her only blood relative. but all he wanted was the money the orphanage gave her as pocket change and he left her in the company of undesirables. the last they saw each other was when he gave her leonora.

leonora cormack | half-sister | alive
iris didn't know leonora existed until the ten-year-old showed up on her doorstep with their shared father behind her. she wasn't excited to take care of a child, let alone one that lester gave her, but having experienced the pain of growing up without parents, she couldn't abandon her. while sisters, iris became somewhat of a mother to leonora and guided her as she grew up.

phineas van orman | husband | deceased
a man who possessed a silver tongue and a pocket full of gold, he came from europe with many rare horses in tow. he had hired the prewitt gang frequently and that's where he met iris. he fell for the fiery woman and pursued her as often as he could. he was a kind man for a while but his true colors showed throughout their marriage. let's just say, he deserved the end he got.

Character Questions —
how old was she when she joined the prewitt gang? | iris was around ten years old when she was dropped into the lap of the prewitt gang for the first time. she was 25 when she rejoined the group with leonora in tow.

how does she feel about william marrell's death? | unnecessary. she was more angry than upset when the group came back and told them about his passing. she got into a heated argument with rasmus that night about how he was reckless with the young members of the gang and they couldn't keep pretending like it was okay for a twenty-year-old to die on a robbery.

what does she think the group should do? | she definitely thinks it would be wise for them to curb their outlaw ways and simply settle down on some land, but she's not dumb and knows that it's going to be tough for them to do that with the bounties on their heads. she still is trying to talk rasmus into retiring the gang so everyone can focus on raising money for property.

how does she feel about the move? | she's never been to serenity gulch, but it is a small breath of fresh air and for that she's grateful. part of her is worried that it won't last long so she's trying to not get attached.

Relationships —
rasmus prewitt | he was 22 years old when they met for the first time and from that moment, he decided to take her under his wing. he did his best to raise her in the gang and taught her everything she needed to know for survival. as she got older she became an important part of their cons and got them some pretty high profile cases. though everyone was family in the gang, they had a complicated relationship when she was in her twenties and began to explore leaving the gang for a 'normal' life. anything between them since that point in time has been fleeting and behind closed doors. she has no feelings towards rasmus other than gratitude for him allowing her back into the gang.
 
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Mika Yazzi
basics.

"When you can't trust yourself, you're better off dead."
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Age. 20 years old
Gender. Cisfemale
Sexuality. Pansexual
Role: Gunwoman/Hunter
appearance.

Height: 5'5"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Scars: A scrape on her leg that hasn't fully healed
Modifications: N/A
Face Claim: Elva Guerra

personal items.

Weapons: Bowie knife - Originally her father's knife which she stole before running away | Bow - Was given to her when she was 12 | Colt Model 1873 - Taken from the previous owner after Mika killed him.

Horse: Ebony - A black Spanish Mustang that Mika had when she was just a foal. Ebony is like a sister to Mika. Mika raised her so Ebony is pretty much attached to her and sees her as a mother. She is well-behaved in stark contrast to her owner which Ebony is well aware of. She can sense when Mika is distressed and makes sure to comfort her when needed. She's a well-behaved horse who keeps to herself and is always ready to hop to it when she's called.

Personal Item: Heishi - A Navajo heishi necklace for Mika of where she comes from. The necklace itself was given to her by her mother.

Personality.

Likes: Cold nights, the desert, beef stew, the harmonica
Dislikes: Rats, poachers, muddy ground, when people don't know how to cook
Hobbies: Singing in Navajo, archery

Virtues:
Committed - When Mika puts her mind to something, she gets it done.

Quick to Adapt - Mika is quick to adapt to any situation, given the fact that she was always in uncomfortable situations.

Agile - Quick on her feet and silent as a mouse. Half the time you might sense she’s even there.

Vices:
Workaholic - Sometimes Mika doesn’t know when to take a break and doesn’t make time for personal relationships.

Avoidant - In an emotional sense, Mika has a hard time opening up to others despite her need to be seen and heard.

Erratic - Mika never knew how to be in tune with her emotions, so she lashes out as she has no understanding of how to process her experiences.
background.
History: Mika was born in the Navajo tribe in present-day Arizona. She didn't remember a lot about her childhood, considering that when she was a kid the Navajo nation was forced off their land to where she would settle in present-day New Mexico. She had no concept of what was going on but it was clear that her parents were stressed and anxious. The U.S. army had razed the land that the Navajo originally lived on and the rest of Mika's life would be on a reservation.

The Yazzis had tried to make a life for themselves. Mika’s father had taught her to hunt buffalo and bighorn sheep, it was their means of connecting but it wasn't something that Mika enjoyed. It felt more like an obligation than anything. Her mother tried to make sure she didn't get into trouble, she was very strict in making sure Mika was in the house when she needed to and did her chores. It was exhausting and hated having her life micromanaged. She didn't just hate her home life either, she hated what happened to her tribe. She heard the stories about kids like her being assimilated into boarding schools. She was consumed by hopelessness and felt the best solution for her was to leave.

The sad part was that Mika did really love her parents and they did what they could to provide for her. But it was the situation of natives in America and she feared for her future every day. She felt like she had to leave before the U.S. would take everything from her and control her life. She left a letter to her parents saying she couldn't live with them anymore and took nothing except the clothes on her back, her bow, hunting knife, a sleeping bag, and her horse Ebony.

New Mexico at this point was in the process of being settled while other natives and Nuevomexicanos, Mexicans who stayed following the Mexican-American War, were facing difficulties with this new wave of settlers.

Because of Mika's father, she was familiar with the desert and knew how to survive on her own. She got her way by selling meat and hide to homesteads and small frontier towns. She would sleep in the desert and repeat for the next few weeks. Eventually, she fell in with a gang of native raiders who were from different tribes including Navajo, Ute, Apache, and Pueblo. Mika was only a teenager when she raided her first wagon train and killed a man for the first time. Mika and her gang rode around New Mexico terrorizing white settlers and it was only a matter of time until her gang was hunted down.

A combined force of bounty hunters and sheriff deputies surrounded their gang hideout which was an old Spanish fort. The siege lasted for hours and the surviving members of the gang were finally apprehended. That wasn't the end for Mika though. The night before she was going to be hung, she used a hairpin as a lockpick to free herself and whoever from the gang was alive. That night she decided to leave the gang while they chose to get revenge on the town. She and Ebony rode eastwards to get as far as possible from the damage she caused.

Mika found herself in Kansas trying to start over. She had been on the run for a couple of months and was trying to lay low.

One day on a hunt she was cornered by a group of men who wore poached animals as clothes. They thought they could take advantage of her even though she was able to kill one of them before they could do anything to her. She was still cornered and outnumbered but was saved when Rasmus Prewitt and Jeb Hendrix helped her kill the poachers.

The two patriarchs of the Prewitt Gang offered to help and Mika was reluctant, but seeing that they saved her life she was willing to offer them some of her time. They offered to take her in seeing that she was capable alone but needed other people to back her up. Mika was reluctant but she saw the logic in what they were saying, so she joined them and became one of their skilled hunters.
Character Questions.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?: "Pretty sure I was 17."

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?: "Didn't know him too well. We exchanged hellos and goodbyes but nothing beyond that. A lot of the gang seems shaken about it though which makes me think he shouldn't have died. I guess I don't have much else to say."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?: "Survive? We gotta do what it takes to make sure we can settle and not have lawmen on our tail every week. Makes no difference to me if we go good or not, I'll still do what it takes to stay alive."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?: "I hate moving. I hope this is the last one we have to do."

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Full Name: Mika Yazzi
Age. 20 years old
Gender. Cisfemale
Sexuality. Pansexual
Role: Gunwoman/Hunter

Height: 5'5"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Scars: A scrape on her leg that hasn't fully healed
Modifications: N/A
Face Claim: Elva Guerra

Weapons: Bowie knife - Originally her father's knife which she stole before running away | Bow - Was given to her when she was 12 | Colt Model 1873 - Taken from the previous owner after Mika killed him.

Horse: Ebony - A black Spanish Mustang that Mika had when she was just a foal. Ebony is like a sister to Mika. Mika raised her so Ebony is pretty much attached to her and sees her as a mother. She is well-behaved in stark contrast to her owner which Ebony is well aware of. She can sense when Mika is distressed and makes sure to comfort her when needed. She's a well-behaved horse who keeps to herself and is always ready to hop to it when she's called.

Personal Item: Heishi - A Navajo heishi necklace for Mika of where she comes from. The necklace itself was given to her by her mother.

Likes: Cold nights, the desert, beef stew, the harmonica
Dislikes: Rats, poachers, muddy ground, when people don't know how to cook
Hobbies: Singing in Navajo, archery

Virtues:
Committed - When Mika puts her mind to something, she gets it done.

Quick to Adapt - Mika is quick to adapt to any situation, given the fact that she was always in uncomfortable situations.

Agile - Quick on her feet and silent as a mouse. Half the time you might sense she’s even there.

Vices:
Workaholic - Sometimes Mika doesn’t know when to take a break and doesn’t make time for personal relationships.

Avoidant - In an emotional sense, Mika has a hard time opening up to others despite her need to be seen and heard.

Erratic - Mika never knew how to be in tune with her emotions, so she lashes out as she has no understanding of how to process her experiences.

History: Mika was born in the Navajo tribe in present-day Arizona. She didn't remember a lot about her childhood, considering that when she was a kid the Navajo nation was forced off their land to where she would settle in present-day New Mexico. She had no concept of what was going on but it was clear that her parents were stressed and anxious. The U.S. army had razed the land that the Navajo originally lived on and the rest of Mika's life would be on a reservation.

The Yazzis had tried to make a life for themselves. Mika’s father had taught her to hunt buffalo and bighorn sheep, it was their means of connecting but it wasn't something that Mika enjoyed. It felt more like an obligation than anything. Her mother tried to make sure she didn't get into trouble, she was very strict in making sure Mika was in the house when she needed to and did her chores. It was exhausting and hated having her life micromanaged. She didn't just hate her home life either, she hated what happened to her tribe. She heard the stories about kids like her being assimilated into boarding schools. She was consumed by hopelessness and felt the best solution for her was to leave.

The sad part was that Mika did really love her parents and they did what they could to provide for her. But it was the situation of natives in America and she feared for her future every day. She felt like she had to leave before the U.S. would take everything from her and control her life. She left a letter to her parents saying she couldn't live with them anymore and took nothing except the clothes on her back, her bow, hunting knife, a sleeping bag, and her horse Ebony.

New Mexico at this point was in the process of being settled while other natives and Nuevomexicanos, Mexicans who stayed following the Mexican-American War, were facing difficulties with this new wave of settlers.

Because of Mika's father, she was familiar with the desert and knew how to survive on her own. She got her way by selling meat and hide to homesteads and small frontier towns. She would sleep in the desert and repeat for the next few weeks. Eventually, she fell in with a gang of native raiders who were from different tribes including Navajo, Ute, Apache, and Pueblo. Mika was only a teenager when she raided her first wagon train and killed a man for the first time. Mika and her gang rode around New Mexico terrorizing white settlers and it was only a matter of time until her gang was hunted down.

A combined force of bounty hunters and sheriff deputies surrounded their gang hideout which was an old Spanish fort. The siege lasted for hours and the surviving members of the gang were finally apprehended. That wasn't the end for Mika though. The night before she was going to be hung, she used a hairpin as a lockpick to free herself and whoever from the gang was alive. That night she decided to leave the gang while they chose to get revenge on the town. She and Ebony rode eastwards to get as far as possible from the damage she caused.

Mika found herself in Kansas trying to start over. She had been on the run for a couple of months and was trying to lay low.

One day on a hunt she was cornered by a group of men who wore poached animals as clothes. They thought they could take advantage of her even though she was able to kill one of them before they could do anything to her. She was still cornered and outnumbered but was saved when Rasmus Prewitt and Jeb Hendrix helped her kill the poachers.

The two patriarchs of the Prewitt Gang offered to help and Mika was reluctant, but seeing that they saved her life she was willing to offer them some of her time. They offered to take her in seeing that she was capable alone but needed other people to back her up. Mika was reluctant but she saw the logic in what they were saying, so she joined them and became one of their skilled hunters.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?: "Pretty sure I was 17."

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?: "Didn't know him too well. We exchanged hellos and goodbyes but nothing beyond that. A lot of the gang seems shaken about it though which makes me think he shouldn't have died. I guess I don't have much else to say."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?: "Survive? We gotta do what it takes to make sure we can settle and not have lawmen on our tail every week. Makes no difference to me if we go good or not, I'll still do what it takes to stay alive."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?: "I hate moving. I hope this is the last one we have to do."
 
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gabriel vásquez






Basics:

Full Name. Gabriel Francisco Vásquez
Nicknames. Gabe
Age. 40
Birthday. 4/23
Gender. Male
Sexuality. Heterosexual
Role. Blaster

Looks

Face Claim. Oscar Isaac
Height. 5’9
Hair Color. Dark Brown
Eye Color. Brown
Distinguishing Features. Varying facial hair, curly hair, warm eyes
Scars. Various burn scars on arms/hands
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Personal Items
-Weapon: Colt Army Revolver: Gabe honestly doesn't remember how he came across the weapon, as he's traded and stolen numerous things throughout the years. He isn't much of a gun person anyway, he prefers a bigger boom. However, he keeps one in case he needs it.
-Horse: Teo: Gabriel did not buy or steal Teo. He found him. Honest! It wasn't far from the horse where Gabe found the rider dead on the ground. It looked like some sort of sudden death, like a heart attack, as there were no obvious injuries and he was an older man. And since Gabe needed a horse and there was nobody around to claim this one, he decided to take him. Teo is quite gentle and was amenable to Gabriel taking over his last owner's place.
-Notable Items: A pocket knife that belonged to his father.

Likes.
Sunshine, quiet mornings, whiskey, the smell of gunpowder, whistling

Dislikes.
Shooting guns, the cold, making mistakes, getting burnt, others meddling with his explosives

Hobbies.
Carving wood figurines for his nieces and nephews

Fears.
Making an error with his explosives, losing more gang members, birds

Vices.

-Tunnel Vision: Gabriel can only truly put his focus on one thing at a time. This leaves him a bit vulnerable when setting up explosives for a job. Usually, he needs someone to watch his back while he works.
-Worrywart: Gabe is always waiting for something to go wrong. He assumes failure until proven otherwise. However— there is an exception when it comes to his explosive work. In that, he is very confident in his own abilities
-Defensive: He doesn’t like to be criticized and will feel threatened when being confronted.

Virtues.
-Patient: Working with explosives requires a cool, calm head. Gabriel is fine taking his time and waiting. He can take a lot before things start getting to him.
-Conscientious: Gabriel pays attention to detail and takes every task very seriously. He likes to do things well and is a very diligent worker.
-Persevering: Failure doesn’t deter Gabriel. He is tenacious and does not stop trying until he succeeds. Essentially, when he’s either literally or metaphorically knocked down, he always gets back up.

















history + misc






Background.

Gabriel was the first son, but youngest child of Héctor and Sonia Vásquez. He was preceded by Catalina, María Isabel, and Anita, who were all quite a bit older than him. His childhood was spent in Guatemala, though he does not remember much of it if he was being honest. His father died when he was barely old enough to talk, prompting the family to move to Mexico, where his mother's only sister now lived.

While they didn't have much, they had enough. When he was not in school, Gabriel helped on his aunt and uncle's ranch, just like his sisters (and, of course, his cousins). As the years went on, one by one each of his sisters got married, though they all remained local. However, it was just before Anita's wedding when his mother first fell ill. She seemed to recover enough to go to the wedding, though she was still rather weak.

She died four months later.

Still, things remained the same, outside the fact that Gabriel now lived with María Isabel, her husband, Diego, and their daughter, Cecilia. He continued with school for another year, leaving at fifteen. Looking to start their own ranch, his sister and her husband decided to move to the States.

The ranch did well, but Gabriel grew restless. He spent a lot of time in the town near where they settled and picked up on English rather quickly. Within a year, he left home to work on the railroad. It was there where he found his talent for all things that went “boom”.

Soon, he was in charge of every blast they needed, often being sent to other sites when they had trouble. While he was appreciated and worked hard, he still made very little money.

He had met Jeb and Rasmus in a saloon. It started as a casual conversation and grew into an invitation to join the gang. Despite the fact that he had never committed a crime before, Gabriel accepted their offer and joined the group as their explosives expert. He left the railroad life behind.

There were no regrets. The work was far less grueling and money was far more abundant. He was even able to send money to his family every once in a while. He has no plans to leave the group that became his surrogate family.

Family.

Héctor Vásquez (deceased)- Gabriel does not hold very many memories of his father at all. He died when he was very young.

Sonia Vásquez (deceased)- His mother passed away when he was twelve, so he does hold memories of her. He misses her, but is glad she was reunited with his father.

Catalina Martinez- She still lives in Mexico with her husband and two sons. She and Gabriel exchange letters on occasion.

María Isabel Gonzalez- She and her husband, Diego, took Gabriel in after their mother passed away. They have a ranch in California. He writes her frequently and sends gifts to her daughter, Cecilia.

Anita Fernandes- She also still lives in Mexico and is married with four children. Gabe also writes her on occasion.

Character Questions.

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?

"I was twenty three when I met Jeb and Rasmus"

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?

"It was tragic. He was so young with his whole life ahead of him. He deserved better than what he got."

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?

"As long as I’ve got money coming in and I’m not in jail, I don’t care all that much. I owe Rasmus for taking a chance on me, but it would be nice not having to worry about the law."

How do they feel about the move they just went on?

"This move was particularly long and exhausting. I’m just glad we found a place to settle for now. "



















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MAXINE ANNE TALBOT
"Why yes, actually this is my first rodeo."
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NICKNAMES -
Max​
, it's how she's been known for the most of it. Just her Mother that every really went for the full Sunday title. In fact, I'm not sure if anyone else in the Gang actually knows theres more after the Max bit...​
'Maxie' is an alternative too, but it's usually used for teasing and winding her up only.​
AGE -
20 just gone! Was her birthday two months ago, camp had a right little hoe-down for her, she loved it. Still doesn't quite know what a 'Hoe' is exactly, or why it needs to get down? But still, was a lovely gesture.​
GENDER - Female, despite how boyish she decks herself out to be.
SEXUALITY - God only knows. 'Cause Max certainly doesn't.
ROLE - GunPerson & Enforcer (In training!)

APPEARENCE:

HEIGHT - 5'6"
HAIR -
Fair and shaggy, it goes lighter when she's been out in the sun, but is otherwise naturally a reddish-brown. Hasn't had a good cut in months now. It's characteristically undefinable of course. Neither Long, or short, not particularly neat but never too messy. It's just Max's hair. It's there, on her head.​
EYES - Greenish-Blueish? Seeing? Allinged? Un-crossed?
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES -
I don't know if you could define it to one feature in particular, but Max has a face that often almost absoloutely perfectly encapsulates the very embodiment of 'Cheek'. Lip, guts, brashness, chutzpah, whatever you want to call it. The cheek, the nerve, the gall, the audacity and the gumption? It's right there, in that smug little combination Max calls a face. Her Mother, in a far more positive light of course, alternatively used to call her 'Impish' looking.​
SCARS -
Typical fine line scars from numerous scrapes and close calls.​
She's a long one over her abdomen from a incident back in England, course that one goes relatively unoticed by the others.​
MODIFICATIONS -
Max has a tattoo of... I think it's meant to be a Bee? On her inner left forearm.​
An old Sailor that was on the same boat as her over the pond was offering them on the cheap below decks for anyone brave and willing enough. Of course, even an old Sailor would never offer such a practice to a woman (Even one like Max), but no bother, our Max is an observant sort you see. She'd been watching, and learning. One night, she nabbed his gear to have a go herself. Silly beggar that she is though, did the damn thing upside down now didn't she?​

FACE CLAIM - Olive Harvey

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PERSONAL ITEMS :

WEAPONS -
WEBLEY REVOLVER |
Traditionally a very 'English' firearm. A modern invention designed for, and used by British officers and various other members of the esteemed Landed Gentry. It is a weapon our dear little Max has clearly obtained in a unlawful type of manner. She treasures it though, it's clearly a well loved prize of sorts to her. Something symbolic, and hard fought for. Max's Webley stands out a little amongst the rest of the gangs typical hanhelds of choice, which is an aditional little quirk she of course admires about it.​
BUCKLE BELT |
Our Max is from 'Scuttle-Stock', a resourceful group of people. Don't have the money for a actual knuckle duster? That belt will do just fine.​
PENNY KNIFE |
A Classic. Just what is says on the tin. A simple folding knife that cost her one penny. Can whittle a branch, shave a beard, impale a kidney and cut a steak in half, all in the same day. Max is currently halfway through ethching a Cougar into the handle currently but it's taking her ages, mainly because she has to borrow someone elses knife to get the job done...​

NOTABLE ITEMS -
DICE |
Her very own. Made from ivory and older than her Grandad's Dad apparently. Now it's hard to tell if they're actually loaded or not, as Max is an absoloutely abysmal gambler to begin with. Doesn't help that she plays amongst probable seasoned pros continuously either.​
KNUCKLE-BONES FOR FIVESTONES |
Actual bones too, but no longer a complete set. Despite it being a somewhat more childish game, Max was a keen player. But her set was half crushed and broken not too long ago during a slightly hairy escape. She's on the lookout to buy a new set currently, that or she's keeping an eye out for any particularly poorly sheep they may happen to pass on the roadside alternatively...​
WEDDING BAND |
Not hers of course, God no. It's her Mothers. A plain band of silver, worn purposefully incorrectly on the middle finger of her right hand.​
HER HAT! |
Sure a common day-to-day thing for most straightforward Yankees, but Max considers her hat a true novelty, a symbol of her hopeful integration into this way of life foreverore. A little after she was accepted into the gang, as if fate had manifested it, her dream hat was delivered unto her, practically into the palm of her very hands. In the aftermath of the first successfull robbery she helped take part in, a unconcious bruiser's hat had fallen from it's original wearer's crown and drifted down landing right at Max's feet. It's a dark Gambler type, with a flat top and a slightly broader brim. She'll ocassionally decorate the band with the odd feather or wild looking trinket she finds and picks up from the roadside, but otherwise it's a relatively straightforward affair. Suits her rather well though.​
HORSE -

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COW
An unusual Morgan Pinto, with the frame overo pattern. ​
On her very first day here, Max went and got herself a Cow. He was bred to be a pit pony apparently. But for some reason or other wasn't cut out for the job, probably a little bit bigger than expected I imagine. The whole situation called to her, rather intrinsically. How poetic, symbolic even, to by chance happen upon such a creature from almost mirroring origins. She had to, of course. Max rescued him, spent almost all her remaining savings to buy him from the auction. He's not the brightest bulb bless him, but Cow's one of the more affectionate horses of the group, gentle and a bit silly. He performs at his best when under Max's hand of course, and can keep a fairly decent pace and speed when needed.​

PERSONALITY:

LIKES -
Games, Footy (trying to teach some of the Gang how to play, and how to play it the so called proper way too), Blue Jokes and Stories, Cow, Getting to do any kind of job or run with the oldies (Makes her feel smart and important), Learning about American Fauna (gets a little bit shy when praised or asked about it, but she's a decent up-and-coming herbalist is our Maxie), Folk Tales! Both newfound Yankee ones, and all those she's brought with her from England of course.​
DISLIKES -
The dark, Frogs, Steam Whistles, Maths, Haircuts (Further from that, also Iris when wielding a pair of scissors), Shooting with a rifle, Dirt under her fingernails and Underground spaces. The last one will be adamantly refused, unless absoloutely necessary.​
HOBBIES -
Football, She whittle's a little, Pinfinger Veteran (Look closely and you'll notice her left pinkie's a little bit... short), Amatuer Herbologist, Collects cigarette cards, and between you me and the gatepost I reckon she's trying to learn how to play the gutair, but of course she's too shy or stubborn to just ask Blake to teach her straightout already.​

VICES -
IMMATURE |
Max is the youngest of the Gang. She is inevitably at times therefore, somewhat dense and unfledged. It's both her biggest strentgh and weakness it seems. The confident bravado of youthful ignorance has often been the root of accidents, mistakes, and various other calamatous disasters. Max is a girl who still thinks the West in a unclaimed frontier like the story-books from back home say, full of Outlaw-Vigalante's who don't follow the lawman's rigid structure and outdated worldview. This worldview, while at times endearing and certainly admirable, is a dream. Her whole-hearted belief in such a thing is naturally waning as she grows older and sees more of what the real-world actually entails. But ultimately, Max is a baby adult at best, and every now and then, is going to make a acidental big mess.​
BLACK LUNG |
Max is a coal miners daughter. She worked in the pit until she was 14 years old. She is young, she is as healthy for a girl of her time could be. But, as she knows full well, that coal has well and truly tainted her already. Her lungs aren't particularly strong, nor is her heart. Max cannot run or engage in physical activity for a prolonged or sustained amount of time, her energy will drain faster, she struggles to catch her breath if she spends a long time in a city, and she doesn't smoke as much as she once did.​
PEPPERY |
That's a slightly more polite word for it really I suppose. Max is a terrible Hot-Head. She gets wildly heated in arguements and confrontations. While at times an asset, when outmatched or outnumbered, this is quickly more often a weakness. She'll start fights with blokes ten-times her size, leave camp for a few days just because she lost an arguement, and there was also that one time she made a child cry because they asked her 'Why she spoke like that all funny'.​

VIRTUES -
FRESH-FACED ENTHUSIASM |
Max is no fool, at least not completely. And of course, she's suffered through many personal tribulations of her own. And yet, despite all of that, she is undoubtedly the bounciest of the lot. Sure, sometimes it's a rather strange off-putting joyfullness she can have about otherwise rather violent and mischevious activities the gang partake in, but all in the name of team-spirit and that right?​
KEEN |
You could call this 'boot-licking' in one capacity I suppose, but again, Keen has got a far nicer ring to it. She's a incredibly eager learner, and usually rather respectful with her elders. This is the life that Max wants, that she wants to work. She knows full well that she's an apprentice to it all, but she's going to be a darn hardworking one I can tell you that. Max listens to the advice and word of the camp leaders, she takes in tips they give about shooting, gambling, gathering, hunting. Whatever she can get, Max will take in all the knowledge offered to her.​
WORLDLY |
I mean, traveresed quite a bit of it just to get to the States alone so... But it's a true descriptor in a seasoened, and cunning type of way. It seems Max didn't aim straight for the US when setting out from England. She took a few diversions, lingered in various places here and there, apparently even picked up a teeny bit of... Portuguese...? Of all things...? Whatever the case, throw her in a city, an unfamiliar Saloon or club, and within an hour or so she'll have clocked who the Mayor sleeps with, which Horse to bet money on, the farmer with the cheapest eggs and the best Milliner to leave your hat with for re-shaping. Max is of common ordinary stock, she can blend in when needed, knows what working men like to talk about, etc. Just because she's young, it doesn't mean she's compltely clueless to the workings of the world.​

BACKGROUND:

HISTORY -
Max was born in the City of Manchester, England. More specifically, an area called Bradford. Manchester had been enveloped by the industrial-revolution almost as soon as the movement had been born. It was a city of coal, smog, dirt and commoness in all it's earthly varieties. Max was born to a Collier family, coal miners through and through. She started off with a large family, but it was a shortlived experience. Her Father was only a brief presence in her life, he died from the Blank-Lung disease when he was 36 and Max was only about 4. Her younger sister Sally died in infancy, just two-years-old, poor thing. That just left Max, Man, and her three older brothers (Tommy, Ted, and Jem).​
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For the longest time, all five of them worked in Bradford Colliery. The brothers worked the seam deep underground, Mother worked on the Pit Bank up on the surface. Originally, Max was intented to be a Hurrier, like many other children who worked in the mine. But due to her smaller stature, it was decided she'd do better as a Air-Door-boy-girl. It's rather as the title might imply, simply opening and closing a door for various haulers and hurriers to pass through. But in blatant truth, it's a abysmal position, sat in a small carved out hollow for at least 12 hours a day, with naught but a solitary candle, cramped with cold, wet, and not half fed, deprived of light and air, such is the way Max passed many of her silent days, all for the grand sum of 6. to 8d. per day. ​
Hellish, well and truly.​
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Apart from the outstanding dier labour conditions of the time, the Bradford Colliery was a particularly lethal workplace. Regular gas leakes made workers giddy and faint, Men would not take safety lamps near the goaves, and ventilation was generally poor. All these conditons ultimately culminated drastically. In the autumn of Max's 16th year, A series of explosions caused by firedamp ripped through underground workings of the Mine. It was an absolute calamity, a immense disaster and loss of life. Max's Mother was killed that day, and her brother James was horifically injured. Practically to get him out of the way above all else, rescue workers simply delivered the torn and shredded James back to the Talbot family home and simply laid him out on the kitchen table before departing to return to the relief efforts. The boy was in pain beyond agony. And there was absoloutely naught to be done for him. The two older Talbot's couldn't take it, and the silent decision was made between them. Tom and Ted smothered their younger brother with a pillow as a basic act of mercy. Max at the time, was being sequestered safely in the local chapel, with a number of other younger children in an attempt to save them from the sight of such sorrow. Once allowed out, she returned to the sight of her brother Ted being led out of the house in handcuffs by the local Bobbie. Somehow the brother's desperate act had been revealed to the law, and Ted had decided to take the fall.​
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She was revolted. ​
It took hours for Tommy to calm her fully down. How unjust could this world truly be? She and Tom had lost almost their entire family in a single day, and yet the wealthy landowner who managed the Mine, Lord Powell, was going to make a profit on this calamity! Through various elements of obscure cheating paperwork and broad definitions of insurance, Powell made a significant profit on the Bradford disaster. And of course, it was profit he immedietly decided to invest elsewhere, leaving the remaining Colliers unemployed and aimless. She had never known such a hatred. Thinking on it enough still sparks up something raw and violent at the back of her spine to this day.​

The following is information Max has never divulged, at least not clearly or in full, never in any identifiably detail.
Nobody in the Gang is aware of the following:​

Around two weeks after the disaster, Lord Powell was to attend a memorial service organised for those lost in the accident, to say a few kind and sombre words of remembrance. But he never made it. In his own home, Lord Powell was apprehended and shot dead with his own revolver by an angered worker clearly seeking vengence. It was inevitably, our dear little Max. With none of the newfound disreputable and unlawful knowledge and tactics she now posesses, her crime was obvious to all. There were witnesses in parts, and clear evidence had been left behind. A warrant of arrest, a bounty if you like, was immediently placed on her head. Tommy wasn't upset at her, not in the slightest. His only dismay came out of the fact that she had carried all of this out secretly. Max couldn't stay though. Not at Tommy's place, not in Manchester, not even in England. He was adamant. With the money left to them from both their Mothers and James' will, Tommy purchased a ticket, a jacket, and a suitcase, and said naught but two things to her before she was away forevermore,​

"You can't become what you want to be by remaining as what you are. And make sure you stamp your letters before you post them."
And she was set out into the world.​

She ventured here and there, healing her soul with drink quite a bit before deciding to actually commit to anywhere with any particular dedication. She'd always loved Cowboy stories, travelling wild-west shows that popped up in town for a week or two. There was something soothingly free and boundry less with the idea of America. An idea that called to her intrinsically. So with nothing else really in mind, she decided the states were as good an idea as any. So off she popped.​

FAMILY:
Father - Thomas Talbot Snr. (Deceased)
Mother - Susan Talbot (Deceased).
Brother - Thomas 'Tommy' Talbot Jr. - Lives still in Manchester with his own family now, Max regularly writes him.
Brother - Edward 'Ted' Talbot - Currently imprisoned at her majesty's lesuire in Strangeways, on a life sentence.
Brother - James 'Jem' Talbot (Deceased).
Sister - Sally Talbot (Deceased).

CHARACTER QUESTIONS:

HOW OLD WERE THEY WHEN THEY JOINED THE PREWITT GANG? -
Max was 18 when she ran (headfirst) into the Prewitt Gang. While looking for work herself in a city, a member of the Gang held her up and robbed what little money she actually had. Far more than the loss of any actual money, the audacity of the action riled her up to no end. She wasn't going to let her pride and reputation be so easily bruised, no sir. She tracked and followed the Gang down over an entire state! Not exactly quickly, nor subtly, mind you. The gang was well aware of her trailing of them (or attempt at it anyway), for a number of months. Apparently it was a running joke for a turn. But eventually, she finally did it. Max caught up to them. Standing there, in the middle of the camp, disheveled, out of breath, muddy and in desperate need of a new pair of boots, Rasmus took one look at her. And instead of simply shooing her away, he instead offered her a sit down and a bowl of stew, and admitedly, she couldn't really let her stomach deny such a thing.​
At least to begin with, Rasmus was somewhat won-over by her. She was an oddity, a unique type of stray he had yet to add to his collection. On his side, said endearment has crested and waned over the years, but Max on the other hand... To her, Rasmus is the absolute embodiment of what a true Western-Outlaw is. She can almost be star-struck from her persona alone at times. Always a captive audience during his speeches, it is only as of late, that the slightest hint of questioning has started to enter her mind.​

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT WILLIAM MARRELL'S DEATH? -
Intensely guilty. She'd got on well enough with William. They chatted well enough, shared the odd joke, and bonded the most over Football actually. Will had seemed genuinely interested in the sport, and was a decent student to her teachings.​
During the fateful robbery in question, Max was the one tasked with checking over the passengers for weapons. It was her usual appointment with these kind of things, something necessary but straightforward, something even she could be trusted with. And she was carrying out her task as dutifully as always. She has run over the scene in her head countless times, as you may well be able to imagine. Who could it have been? How did she miss it? Was she really just that dense sometimes? Was the weapon a concealed one? Could she have done anything? Surely she could have. ​
She should have done something. It's her fault he's dead.​
It's Max's fault that man is dead.​

WHAT DO THEY THINK THE GROUP SHOULD DO? SHOULD THEY GO GOOD, OR STAY OUTLAWS? -
She used to have a very clear idea on opinion on this. But now, she's not so sure.​
She claims she can't be bothered, is 'too busy' to think about things that philosophical.​
I think a therapist would alternatively call it 'Avoidance'.​

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE MOVE THEY JUST WENT ON? -
Tired. Sad about her sore feet.​
Admitedly a little eager? A new environment is always inspiring, and she esperately hopes the change of scenery will somehow magically erase the events of the last few weeks from everyones memories. Hers included too.​

OTHER -
Despite her size, her initial demeanour, Max is an absoloutely feral scrapper when she needs to be. She's like a Terrier, sharp, fast, all harsh edges. When thrown into a fight, this kid bites, kicks, spits and if given the opportunity could honestly resort to scratching like a bobcat it needs be. Don't underestimate this one, honestly. Cant half throw a punch. Because of this surprising skill, it's been decided that such talent needs honing a little, fine tuning if you will. A well-behaved dog would need training too I suppose. Hence why she's shadowing the debt-collecting at the minute. It's not really something she'd choose for herself truthfully. But the plan is to just throw everything at her profession-wise and see what sticks I guess. ​
 
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Lucille "Lucy" Hayes
















#Debt Collector (Older Sister to Sawyer)




#Dominique Mcelligott










♡coded by uxie♡





Basics

Full Name: Lucille Harriet Hayes
Alias:N/A
Nicknames: Lucy, Lucy Lou
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Debt Collector
Appearance

Height: 5'9
Hair: Blonde, Long in length, Curly in texture
Eyes: Light Blue
Distinguishing Features: Cattle branding on her wrist.
Scars: Faint scar down the right side of her face, through her eyebrow, missing her eye.
Modifications: N/A
Face Claim: If using one.
Description: Lucy stands tall at 5 foot 9, and weighs about 140 pounds. With long blonde curly hair, and angular features, as well as blue eyes...she makes quite the catch. She has a single faint scar that runs down the right side of her face through her eyebrow, just missing her eye, and a cattle branding on her left wrist. A versatile dresser, she doesn't have much of a preference for dresses or trousers, though she finds trousers easier to work. Her hair is almost never down, as she keeps it up and out of her face.

Personal Items:
Weapon:
Double Barrel Shotgun - AKA "The Crowd Tamer" - Lucy had spent all of her money on this ole thing. Much to the annoyance of her brother at the time when all they had was nothing but the clothes on their backs. But hey, it got them through hell and back. She's never let go of it.
Colt Pocket Revolver - On the opposite of the end of gun sizes - Lucy's second favorite weapon is small but indeed mighty. It's easy to conceal almost anywhere on her person and much easier to load and fire off a shot in any situation which calls for a quick fire.
Bowie Knife - This blade has saved her skin on many occasions. It was taken from someone she ended up having to kill over a debt. It wasn't being used, might as well get used to it.
Horse: Horses are...something that Lucy has always hated. I know, I know. Say what you will about the woman. But she's not a fan, she has a torn history with horses. She doesn't own her own horse and is reluctant to ride one unless she absolutely has to, almost always traveling by foot or by wagon (sometimes if she's tired.)
Notable Items: Lucy wears a wedding ring on her finger, despite not being married any longer (Widowed). It keeps the creeps at bay. It's a modest silver ring, nothing flashy.
Personality
Personality
Likes:
- Reading.
- Writing.
- Drawing.
- The rush of a successful job.
- Her gang family.
- Dogs/Cats.
- The rain.
- Her personal freedom.
- The uncertainty of where they will all end up next.

Dislikes:
- Horses.
- Snow.
- Being told how to live.
- Abuse.
- Drunks.

Hobbies:
- Reading/Writing.
- Drawing.

Vices: Enjoys her personal freedom so much so that Lucy can be stubborn about being told what to do, even if someone has good intentions in what they are telling her. This trait stems from a trauma-based need to seek control of her life, which she's felt she's done yet...if she felt that someone was undoing all of that control, she could turn on those she cares about faster than she would care to admit. Her temper and mouth get her in trouble, and while in her many years of being alive, she's managed to control her ability to listen to authority, she will even test the limits of that authority if she's angry enough. On the job, Lucy acts first and thinks later. Impulsivity from her younger years still drives her need to protect those close to her. Yet while she's protective of those she cares most about, her heart has been closed off to anything more than friendship for the past 8 years since losing her last husband. Advances from men, she drives away, either with the ring she still wears on her finger or through some extreme form of action to make it clear she will not have it. She is also very secretive about her past, and her past relationship. She's very untrusting of new people, especially those she feels have some sort of different motive or intention...it takes a lot to earn that trust.

Virtues: I think the Vices made it clear Lucy is a deeply caring person for those in her family. She will go to the ends of the earth for those she holds close and the best part about it (at least for those who connect with her) she will never expect the same. Lucy is a loyal gang member, a loyal friend, and a loyal person in general to those who have earned it, once you've earned it...you've got it. She goes out of her way to make sure people have what they need, even if that's just something emotional. Everyone needs someone's shoulder to cry on, even in the West. Birthdays, holidays, whatever it is that is special...it doesn't go unnoticed and when it does, due to a job or something else...it's made up for immediately. Lucy also enjoys helping those who want to learn, if they don't know how to read and write. Not putting it past anyone for not knowing. A teacher in another life perhaps? Maybe.

Background

History: Lucille Harriett Hayes was born the oldest of two siblings, the other being Sawyer, who came along 5 years later. Her family was poor, just about as poor as one could get. Her father worked on a ranch, helping the owners with the work, and her mother stayed home like most women did. Lucille didn't remember much beyond most winters being harsh, most summers being sweltering, and most of the time they barely got by. When Sawyer was born. Things took a turn for the worse when her mother died shortly after giving birth, leaving her brother and her in the care of just her father. The man, coping with his grief, turned to booze while trying to keep food on the table. It went on like that for about 4 years. Lucy had grown up trying to help her father from a young age, taking care of Sawyer on her own as soon as she turned about 7. Her father's drinking turned him aggressive and he would hit her whenever she made a mistake, whenever she failed to do something that no child could possibly do on her own.

When he was finally fired from the ranch, the abuse had turned so bad, that he hit her with a bottle, leaving a scar on her face down the right side. Sawyer was still young enough not to remember, thankfully. That seemed to be the worst of it, given the fact that the old man had died only 2 weeks later. Leaving both 9-year-old Lucy and 4-year-old Sawyer alone to fend for themselves. The young girl knew that they would be placed in an orphanage if they were to seek help so, Lucy did the only thing she could think of doing. Getting a job for a child in the West was easy, but finding someone to watch her brother was a little more difficult. Luckily, the people who hired her to watch their own children allowed her brother to stay during the time she was in their own home.

From 9 years of age to 17 years of age, it stayed like this, just Lucy working as hard as she could to put food on the table. Fortunately, she built up a reputation for childcare in the small town she was in and people were willing to lend her the help. That was when she met her future husband. A man who had just lost his wife, David Archer, was sophisticated, from New York, in his late mid-20s, and a doctor. But out of all those things, for some reason, he was so enamored with her that Lucy fell head over heels. By the time she turned 18, David had asked for her hand in marriage and Lucy, couldn't refuse the offer. She was in love, he was loaded, and it was all going to fall into place despite the uneasy feeling she felt...

David and Lucy were married from the time she was 18 until she was nearly 29 -- more than 10 years. When he died, as it turned out, David owed more to the banks than he ever made and Lucy was left with nothing for her and her brother. And the over a decade of torture she had endured during her marriage to him was all for nothing. A true slap in the face if there ever was one from beyond the grave.

Family:
Sawyer Hayes- Younger Brother - 32 years
Relationships:
David Archer - Deceased Husband - Died at 37 (he was 8 years her senior)

Character Questions:
How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
A: Lucy was 30 and Sawyer was 25. They didn't have a dime to their name and they were in debt to the gang because of it, as they were desperate. When they couldn't pay them back...they were lucky enough to manage to be able to join for their unique skills and services. After their debt was paid about a year later, there were no hard feelings and they've been a part of the family ever since.
How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
A: Both were equally devastated by the loss. It was a senseless mistake that needed to be corrected for the next time around. It's a death that would particularly stick with Lucy as she is someone who doesn't take death so lightly.
What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
A: While they were forced to join at the time, Lucy feels that they were given a second chance at life and a family they never had. She's not verbal about what she thinks they should do but...sometimes, she thinks it's better to just disappear off the map and start anew. If only for the safety of those she cares about.
How do they feel about the move they just went on?
A: As previously stated, starting anew is something she is after, at least in her deepest moments of thought. This move would give them all the opportunity to do that. While the life they lived before is something they are all used to. Lucy thinks they could all adjust if they just give it the chance and if they all just give it a while and support one another.

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Sawyer Hayes
















#Gunsmen (Younger brother to Lucy)




#Chris Pratt










♡coded by uxie♡





Basics

Full Name: Sawyer Henry Hayes
Alias: Henry Hayes
Nicknames: Yer, Sawy, Henry.
Age: 32 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Gunmen
Appearance

Height: 6'3
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Red Facial Hair, Tall.
Scars: None
Modifications: None
Face Claim: Chris Pratt
Description: N/A

Personal Items:
Weapon: Optional (if your character would use one. Feel free to list what they are, what they look like, how they got it, etc.) tbd
Horse: Optional (if your character has one. Feel free to write about their breed, personality, appearance, how they got it, etc.) tbd
Notable Items: Optional (if your character has any notable items on their person that sets them apart [ie. special necklace, jacket, holster, etc]) tbd
Personality

Likes:
- Rough Housing
- Fixing things
- Meeting new people
- Talking a lot
- Learning new things
- Horses
- Women
- Drinking (but not excessively)
Dislikes:
- Being worked to death (as he puts it dramatically)
- Reading
- Thinking too hard about things that don't make too much sense to him
- Running water (white water rivers, waterfalls)
- Being wrong
- Being told to shut up
Hobbies:

Vices:
- Not the sharpest knife in the strap -- Sawyer is the sweeter one of the siblings. While Lucy is by no means, mean. Sawyer just comes across as nicer to most people. BUT -- make no mistake, that kindness comes at a cost and that cost would have to be that the man lacks both book smarts and some street smarts too. Without his gang and his sister, he would have likely not survived on his own. And that's just a fact.
- Reckless -- due to this...lack of intelligence. Sawyer tends to be overly reckless to the point that it's dangerous. While he's been able to be controlled by his more than practical sister over the years...sometimes she's not always there to watch her and sometimes the situation just doesn't align to where he's in the right place at the right time. The man is reckless and the rest of the people around him will pay for such actions.
Overly flirtatious -- Sawyer was raised right. At least with Lucy around. But, he is still a man and a one without a brain at that. So at times, he tends to lead with his heart rather than his head and try to woo the ladies more often than not. Even if the ladies really just don't want him around. Of course, if they tell him, he will be respectful of such decisions...but the man can't help but ooze some sort of flirty vibe when around women. Sorry in advance. However, if he thinks of you as family, like a sister or otherwise, you are counted out of that.

Virtues:
- Sweet as pie -- Going back to the sweet comment. Sawyer is sweet as pie. Wanting to be friends with literally everyone and anyone who is kind to him. He isn't nearly as untrusting as his sister, which drives her up a wall, and can strike up a conversation with anyone. While he doesn't like over-working, he will go out of his way to help his friends and will happily (and recklessly) put his life on the line for them.
- Loyal member -- Loyalty is far and few, and you won't find a more loyal pair of gang members than the Hayes siblings. Sawyer is eager to please, eager to learn, and eager to be there for those he cares about.
- Honesty -- Sawyer is honest to the point that it might sound a bit rude. But he doesn't mean it that way...he just...doesn't know what he's saying or how to say it. He just doesn't believe in lying. Lying is for those who want to hurt others and unless you're the enemy then he doesn't want to hurt his friends or family. He doesn't understand why his sister is so secretive about her past, there are some things that he doesn't even know.

Background

History: Sawyer's history is identical to Lucy's considering they are siblings though, he had a much easier go at things...given that she was the eldest and took the reins on taking care of everything for him. And while he was the "man" so to speak, it wasn't in Sawyer's personality to argue with his sister when she put her foot down and told him what to do. She was the brains, the beauty, and Sawyer was just the bronze of the pair, always getting into trouble, always roughhousing. He couldn't remember a time where he took the brunt for it but he supposed that he had his dear eldest sister to thank for that. He stuck by his sister's side even through her marriage...which Sawyer had a pretty different outlook on...but that was because he lived in a completely different house from the pair. At the insistence of the couple. Her husband had allowed him to stay in a guest house on their property. Sawyer thought things were going pretty well, thought things between them were really well up until he died. Then when they were left without anything, his sister was left with trauma from things that were left underneath the rug...Sawyer felt stupid for being so dense.

But Sawyer was always that way...dense. Or at least that's how others saw him. Things were low for a while. Sawyer was drinking, and sleeping with plenty of women. While his sister was not as keen on it, they found quick cash in the form of petty crime but it didn't keep permanent food on the table and before they knew it they were in debt to the Pewitt gang...
Family:
Lucille Hayes - Older Sister - 37 years old
Relationships: None yet.

Character Questions:
How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
A: Lucy was 30 and Sawyer was 25. They didn't have a dime to their name and they were in debt to the gang because of it, as they were desperate. When they couldn't pay them back...they were lucky enough to manage to be able to join for their unique skills and services. After their debt was paid about a year later, there were no hard feelings and they've been a part of the family ever since.
How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
A: Both were equally devastated by the loss. It was a senseless mistake that needed to be corrected for the next time around. It's a death that would mainly stick with Lucy as she is someone who doesn't take death so lightly.
What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
A: While they were forced to join at the time, Lucy feels that they were given a second chance at life and a family they never had. She's not verbal about what she thinks they should do but...sometimes, she thinks it's better to just disappear off the map and start anew. If only for the safety of those she cares about.
How do they feel about the move they just went on?
A: As previously stated, starting anew is something she is after, at least in her deepest moments of thought. This move would give them all the opportunity to do that. While the life they lived before is something they are all used to. Lucy thinks they could all adjust if they just give it the chance and if they all just give it a while and support one another.
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Juniper Leigh
















#grifter




#thief










♡coded by uxie♡




I've found work and welcome everywhere I've been / Cause everyone's got someplace they wanna be let in

Basics
Full Name: Juniper Leigh (originally Lee)
Nicknames: June by friends (gang members can certainly use it), Junie by lovers/clients/marks
Age: 28
Gender: Cis woman
Sexuality: Asexual probably?
Relationship Status: A lady doesn’t kiss and tell
Role: Grifter, Thief
Race/Ethnicity: Juniper is Chinese on her father’s side and European on her mother’s, but she is very white-passing and she keeps her Chinese heritage to herself.

Appearance
Height: 5’6”
Hair: Nearly black, past her shoulderblades, thick and curly. Usually worn partially pulled back, but braided or tied up in a bun if she’s on the sort of job where it’ll just get in the way.
Eyes: Dark brown, often sparkling with a smile
Distinguishing Features: A light spattering of freckles across her nose. She’s got a classic hourglass figure and is generally known to be quite the beauty- Though considering she’s got all of her front teeth and puts actual effort into her appearance, she clears a pretty low bar when compared to a lot of her peers.
Scars: Very few, just the occasional nick or scratch from everyday life.
Face Claim: n/a


Personal Items
Weapon: When not trying to cultivate a frail and feminine demeanor for her marks, Juniper carries a simple straight edge knife around with her that she uses to perform basic tasks around camp, as well as cleaning gunk out from under her nails or within the grooves of her boots. On a job she’ll carry a Colt Paterson Revolver, which she is decent with at close range. She’s also comfortable with a shotgun if the situation calls for it- Or at least, she looks confident enough in the stance to intimidate the civilians into behaving.

Horse: Much like with her weapons, Juniper knows what she likes but isn’t actually too particular. She prefers to ride in a cart or wagon- and is damn good at steering, so she often does- but rides a horse as needed. She doesn’t have a mount of her own, and will ride one of the gang’s unclaimed horses on a job where she needs a quick getaway, though those are not always the best. There was once an unsavory comment from another gang member about her indifference to what she rode- But like most such comments, Juniper shut it down quickly enough.

Notable Items: Juniper has a set of lockpick tools that she keeps in a thick canvas pouch. Throughout the last decade and more than a few moves, she has also kept a rose colored perfume bottle.


Personality
Likes: The color blue, especially in lighter shades. Sex. soft yarns and the sheep they come from. People complimenting her or otherwise being appreciative. Fancy and nice smelling soaps. Honey flavored things. The satisfaction of a picked lock. A fun challenge.

Dislikes: Gallows. Mint. The color orange. Being dirty. Making soap. Feeling like a challenge is too hard for her. Being wrong.

Hobbies: Flirting. Meddling in other people’s lives. Knitting. Attending fairs, circuses, rodeos or other events.

Virtues:

Forward focused. When something bad happens or a mistake is made, Juniper mourns it. She learns from it. Then she moves on. Juniper rarely dwells on the past, and is always moving towards the next thing.

Selfless & Loyal. Juniper loves the Prewitt gang members (usually, at least, though of course there are some people and some times she is less fond in her affection) and she will put them before others. She will even put them before herself, putting the group’s interests and dynamic ahead of what is good or even safe for her. After some events a few years ago, she is very loyal to Rasmus and the more established members of the gang. However, that does mean she will not criticize them- As far as Juniper is concerned, part of loyalty is letting the other party know of their shortcomings.

Socially Adept. Juniper used to think that talking to people and having them talk to her was the only way to earn their trust and friendship. Over the years, she has become much better at reading social cues, and while she is quick to chime in with a smile and some chatter, she also knows how to sit in silence with someone.

Hardworking. Juniper may seem the type to scoff at the type of hard work that goes into running a camp of outlaws, and while she is never ‘happy’ to do it, she pulls her weight wherever she can. The only thing she truly hates doing is cleaning up the animal manure and making soap- But she was in charge of making soap at the brothel and is very good at it (and is the only one willing to spend her own money on nice scents for the bath soap), so she continues to do it.

Vices:

Arrogant. Juniper is rarely the smartest person in the room, but she likes to think she is. She believes in herself to an unhealthy degree, and some of her scams have failed because she was too confident of her ability to manipulate her mark.

Beauty Focused. Juniper is beautiful, and she knows it. She is fastidious in her health and hygiene as much as is possible, to the point that it may annoy others, especially as they might perceive her as looking down on them for caring less. (Admittedly, she did used to judge, but has mostly grown out of it- She puts a lot of work into looking her best while living on the road, and now appreciates how much effort it takes and no longer begrudges those who don’t wish to make such an effort.)

Squeamish. Juniper has made men bleed with knife and with gun, and kept her composure. But as soon as she had a moment alone, she always vomits. She is also no good at helping with anything medical- She nearly fainted when attending a birth with Mags once, and the doctor and Callie have both learned not to ask her for help with anything.

Insincere. This isn’t to say that Juniper is always artificial, and in fact she is often the most herself with the Prewitt gang. However, so many of her interactions are manufactured and steered towards her own goals, that she sometimes forgets how to just… Be. She is used to smiling when she wants to cry, to pushing her own discomfort aside for the sake of keeping the peace. Sometimes she feels hollowed out inside, stuffed full of the dreams and desires of others.


History:
Her grandfather was a metalworker, and her father a locksmith. It became clear, however, that he was no ordinary locksmith. He had a talent for locks and keys and the creation of both, and the company took notice. A true businessman never lets an opportunity squander, and Juniper’s father was wasted, locking up blasting powders and work tools in San Francisco. So he and his young daughter were sent the opposite direction that everyone else seemed determined to go- They went east, and found a new home in Westport Landing. He joined the finest lock and vault making establishment in Missouri, and his works were sent across the country- And always, a percentage went back to the rail man who’d had the foresight to recognize his talent.

They lived in a nicer area of town with their own little apartment, and life was good for a while, if odd. The people in Missouri were different from those in San Francisco, but Juniper was used to being different. Juniper couldn’t quite understand why the other parents were happy to have her play with her children, until they met her father. Eventually, she learned to head home before he got off work, so he didn’t have to roam the neighborhood in search of her, getting curious or even suspicious looks from passerbys.

Eventually- much, much later- she realized that when her father kissed her curls and said “You look so much like your mother,” that it was meant as a reminder of a blessing instead of a fond remembrance.

Her father would take her into the workshop sometimes, to learn the shape of the keys and hear the spin of the locks. “A lock’s got secrets, same as people do,” he’d tell her. “In either situation, you just have to listen the right way.”

They’d make a game of it, seeing which locks she could get into faster, but he always won.

She learned to read and write, and ate well, and had seven pretty hair ribbons, a different color for each day of the week. Life was good indeed.

But the demand for product was growing, and when she was 12, Juniper and her father were sent to St Louis to make a sales pitch. She never knew what happened- One moment they were walking down the street together, and the next people were shouting, pointing fingers in her father’s face. The lawman arrived quickly, put cuffs on Juniper’s father, and led him away.

Juniper tried to follow, her brown eyes big with tears, but was only reprimanded for being in the way, and told to get on home to her parents.
She tried to explain that her mother was dead and that was her father, right there, where were they taking him, why couldn’t she go with-

A kindly old woman pulled her from the fray and promised to get her home. But Juniper couldn’t explain where home was, and kept crying all night, and kept insisting that the woman take her to her father. By morning the old woman was not so kindly- But she did at least take Juniper to the county jail before washing her hands of the little girl.

Juniper waited all that day and all that night for her father to appear, her face pressed against the jailyard’s fence. She stayed there as it rained, and as her white dress got muddy and as some other kids came along and stole the orange ribbon from her hair.

She saw her father one more time. They brought him out to the gallows, and Juniper watched him hang.

She sat there for hours, crying until there were no more tears left, and then dry heaving into the alley.

She had no money and no way to get home to her cozy apartment in Westport and no father and-

Eventually, the kids who had stolen her hair ribbon came back. They took pity on her, and invited her to stay with them in their makeshift squat nearby. And so began Juniper’s life as a street urchin.

The gang taught Juniper to beg and run scams and pickpocket and all sorts of necessary skills for street life, and Juniper’s big eyes and sweet face brought in many coins when she stood on street corners and asked passerbys for change. Her ability to read and write was highly prized, and she taught the other kids what she could, though she was not a very patient teacher. She loitered around posting boards and mail offices, offering to read messages for illiterate citizens for a coin or two.

As the years went by, Juniper became an integral part of the street gang, second only in command to their leader, a kid named Mattie. Mattie was two years older than the Juniper, and was charismatic and kind and always made sure the younger kids were as warm and well fed as was possible on any given day. By the time she was sixteen, Juniper knew she was in love with him- Or her. It was sometimes tricky to know with Mattie, which one they were pretending to be on any given day.

But Mattie got bold, and Mattie got caught. And for the second time, Juniper watched someone she loved hang.

She tried to keep the gang together, but it was hard to replace Mattie, and Juniper had noticed that street life had gotten harder too, for her specifically. She’d been getting comments from men when she passed, and grabs of hands from them too. She began to carry Mattie’s old knife with her, and it gave her the illusion of safety.

She was on the seedier side of town one day, picking the pockets of the men going into the bordellos when a hand clamped down around hers. It was the madam of the establishment, none too happy to find Juniper robbing her clients.

But she noticed Juniper’s looks beneath the thin layer of grime the young woman had accumulated in recent months, and had noticed the men noticing too.

So the madam offered her a deal, in exchange for not alerting the law. And Juniper took it.

She promised the remains of the gang that she would give them some of the money. But they never came to visit her at the brothel, and she never asked the madam if they had been turned away.

She worked primarily as a fluffer- Someone to bring the clients their food and drink, to sit on their laps and laugh at their jokes, to be petted and kissed on. The fluffers were predominantly the younger and prettier girls, there to entice men into giving up their coin, to get them drunk enough so as not to care that the woman waiting for them upstairs may not be so young and pretty.

As she got older, she sometimes took clients into private rooms, to offer full or partial services as was paid for. But generally the madame preferred her to work in the front of the house, and Juniper didn’t mind.

She found she liked sex, but more than that she liked to listen to the clients talk, to find out what made them tick. She learned a lot about men, and how to manipulate them. What signaled a man might prefer her to be coy or to be bold, when to laugh and smile, how to get them to buy more from the madame’s surly husband who tended the bar.

She learned a lot about women, too, and herself. From the other girls to the madame herself, the brothel was full of interesting characters, and Juniper studied them as much as she did her clients. She learned to intentionally make friends, instead of simply falling into it due to shared survival. She learned that some of the girls preferred certain men- not because they paid more or because they were less likely to get violent - but because they found these men to be more desirable, on what basis Juniper couldn’t fathom.

The brothel Juniper worked at was higher end, and the men would often discuss business affairs while waiting on the main floor, or even politics, and Juniper found it all fascinating. She dared to voice her opinion a few times, but mostly got chuckled at, and kissed on the forehead and called ‘sweetheart’.

It was on one of her rare nights off that Juniper first met members of the Prewitt gang. She’d headed a few neighborhoods over to a seedier part of town - hoping to avoid seeing any of her clientele- to get dinner and a drink at a local establishment.

There is nothing more suspicious than hushed voices in a crowded room, and Juniper sat nearby to listen in on the conversation. When she realized what they were talking about, well, she just couldn’t help herself.

“Amos Morgan?,” she asked, pulling up a chair and taking a seat next to the startled men. “The lumber man? He’s got a Diebold safe in his study,” she told them. “He’s very proud of it. Though he’s no right to be,” she added. “It might be fireproof, but I could probably get it open with the right tools.”

But, she said, she was pretty sure that was mostly business papers and some of his wife’s more valuable jewelry. If they gave her a week, though, and a cut of the profits- She could maybe get him to move his stuff from the bank to his safe.

It was a simple enough plan that Juniper orchestrated, but Morgan was the kind of man who spooked easily, so she’d reckon it would work. A bank had been hit just the week before, and she brought it up when he visited the next day. Scary stuff, wasn’t it? It didn’t feel like anywhere was safe anymore. (Except for the security of his arms, of course.) When the Prewitt gang hit a small bank closer to Morgan’s neighborhood, he was rattled, and Juniper encouraged him to go to his own bank, assess the protections there. Two members of the Prewitt gang tailed him there obviously, to give him a sense of unease. After he’d been properly assured by the bank that everything was as it should be, a third member followed him out- And told him how disgusted he was by the bank’s practices. No regard for the safety of his valuables! They didn’t even have a cannonball safe! Any assurances the bank may have just given Morgan were a sham, said the gang member- The bank was just doing whatever they could to keep his business.

Morgan thought this through, and that night when Juniper ran a finger along the worry line across his brow and asked what was troubling him, he confessed his anxieties. So move your things out of the bank, she told him. Surely they would be safer at home, she said, just for a little while until he found a new bank he liked better. Especially with two bank robberies in one week- This things always came in threes, didn’t they? He could hire a guard for the house, she knew just the fellow- A man who’d worked as security for the brothel for only a week, quitting after his mother’s objections to the work. Oh, wouldn’t Morgan give him the job? He’d be keeping his things safe and doing her a favor, helping out a decent young man who’d been kind to her…

The hired guard was, of course, another member of the Prewitt gang.

The job went smoothly enough- It took Juniper a little longer than she would have liked to pick the lock on the Diebold, and she could tell Rasmus was impatient, keeping an eye on the clock that foretold when Mr and Mrs Morgan would be returning from their night out at the theater, but she kept her cool and pretended not to notice. He’d put all his valuables in the study safe, even clearing out the fine silver to make room for it- The silver had ended up in the pantry, and made easy picking.

It was the most fun Juniper had had in years, and she didn’t tend to skimp on fun. When Rasmus asked her to join the gang when they left town, she didn’t hesitate to say yes.

Juniper sort of figured she’d continue offering services to the gang members, and she did, even if there wasn’t a whole lot of interest. She typically set up her tent a ways out from camp, as privacy for those who’d like it. But it was…. Different.

Politer, maybe? She supposed having to work next to you in the morning meant people were inclined to treat you better at night. It was different, yes, but Juniper didn’t mind.

But the doctor. He was…. Aggressive, sometimes. Especially when he’d been drinking. It wasn’t anything Juniper wasn’t used to- Security at the brothel, after all, had not been for her protection but to make sure clients paid up when they took more liberties than they’d originally agreed to. Besides, what was she going to do about it?

But one night, about three and a half years into her time with the Prewitt gang, he came to her tent in the dark hours before morning. The majority of the gang was away, on a job neither of them had been needed for, and Juniper had finished her watch for the night and had nearly fallen asleep.

He wasn’t even drunk that night, was the thing- Which was maybe why Juniper got so angry with him. He didn’t have an excuse for the things he was saying or the way he was acting, and Juniper had had enough. Not that it did her much good.

In the morning, Juniper changed her clothes, pinned a smile on her face and her hair up into a bun, and went to greet the triumphant return of the gang with a hearty ‘congratulations!’ all around. She probably wouldn’t have said anything at all.

But she’d fought better than she’d thought, and Rasmus had demanded to know why his doctor had a swollen eye and scratches across his face. And Juniper couldn’t deny the blood under her nails.

With shared frowns, the senior members of the gang convened, and Juniper went to pack her bags. She knew how this went.

Except it didn’t go like that at all. The doctor was escorted out of camp, and Rasmus earned Juniper’s complete loyalty. No one - not even herself- had ever bothered to stick up for her like that.

These days, Juniper still entertains members of the gang if they are interested, though such instances are few and far between. She keeps her tent closer to camp, and she shares with Mags some nights, especially when it’s cold in the winter months.

And no one has heard from the gang’s former doctor since.

Family:
All of Juniper’s known family is deceased, and she isn’t in touch with anyone from her days on the street or her time at the brothel. She’s made a few outside connections she feels affectionate towards during her travels with the gang, but for the most part she considers the Prewitt gang to be her family at this point.

Character Questions:

How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
She was 22 and has been with the gang for six years.

How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
Just terrible. And angry. Angry at Rasmus for picking up such young, idealistic members - no matter that she was only 22 when she joined. Angry at whoever failed to check for firearms as they should have- It sure wouldn’t have been a mistake she made, even as novice. Angry at William, for marrying when he knew he lived a dangerous life, and leaving behind a widow.

What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
Juniper thinks the young ones should get out while they still can. Rasmus dreams are more than can be realistically achieved- which she’s told him- and the kids deserve an honest chance at life. But Juniper herself? She loves what she does, and intends to keep on with it ‘til they hang her.

How do they feel about the move they just went on?
Ugh. Too long, with not enough stops in civilized places. She was grimy for months. She agrees that getting far from Crow’s Alley was necessary. But she doesn’t think they needed to get quite that far. Still, Serenity Gulch seems nice enough and she likes that their camp is close to fresh water so she can bath regularly.
 
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SYBIL AUGUSTINE ━━━━
━━━━ GUNWOMAN
be loyal to what matters.
Basics —
full name. sybil woya augustine
alias. emma zimmer
age. twenty-six
birthday. september 9th
gender. cis. female
sexuality. unlabeled
relationship status. married (single as her husband has been missing for five years)
role. gunwoman and hunter

Appearance —
height. 5'8"
hair. dark brown/black
eyes. light brown
ethnicity. chinese/cherokee/british
distinguishing features. moles/beauty marks, full lips
modifications. ear piercings
scars. a couple of scars on her forehead, various ones on her arms, bullet scar on her left shoulder (front and back)
face claim. kelsey asbille

Personal Items —
weapon. rolling block rifle | it was a gun her father had in his gun locker, and she took it the day she ran after the hensley gang.

1873 winchester rifle | after an off-duty man of the law decided to try and take advantage of her, she ended up with his weapons and ammunition.

1873 colt single action | she got this at the same time as her winchester from the same guy.

bow | she was taken to a shop by emett to purchase her own. she's now quite steady-handed when it comes to using it.

horse. dutchman | gelding | andalusian | 15 years old | 15.3hh | xo
a strong and brave horse that has many battle scars from his lifetime. he was duncan's horse and took care of him until he got his second horse, causing dutchman to be gifted to sybil. named after the ghost ship, he isn't known for his speed but for his ability to be lost among the world around him, keeping both himself and sybil safe. he has a very calm and collected personality, rather quiet and friendly, preferring gentle hands and treats. he is almost a leader of horses, despite his lack of aggression, he has a presence, especially when compared to the younger, less established horses. both sybil and laurie spend a lot of time with him and trusts only him to safely carry her son around on trips.

notable items. journals | they are precious journals that her parents kept. they are completely different but she loves them both. they have small sketches scattered throughout, maps, thoughts, and lots of knowledge that you can't find in any ordinary book. her mother's journals contain a lot of native american history, specifically about the cherokee nation.

violin | a present from her parents that she managed to keep. she sometimes will play it at camp or even in towns in order to pick up some extra cash.

personal journal | mostly filled with information about plants, animals, skinning, butchering, etc. it has a lot of important information that anyone in the camp could understand. she also includes pictures so that people who cannot read can understand them.

family pictures | she has a picture of her parents from their wedding day and when she was born, along with a picture of her, her husband, and son. she keeps these in her wagon in frames.

gold wedding band | a small gold band that duncan gifted her. he could only afford one for her, but that was more than enough. she wears the ring mostly on her right hand as she has a hard time explaining her situation.

braided horse bracelet | made out of a cut mane and tail, braided together and worn as a bracelet. this was something her mother wore constantly, as it was a gift from sybil's grandmother. now sybil wears it.

Personality —
likes. early mornings, camping outside of camp, the woods, animal calls, writing in her journals, reading her parent's journals, telling stories, learning new things, helping around camp, interesting people

dislikes. talking about her husband, nosy people, fakes, executions, when the gang loans out money, rivers in winter, jobs going wrong, her child getting sick, child loss, the gang fighting

hobbies. hunting/gathering, sketching, playing violin, sewing/embroidery, learning trades

vices. like many within the gang, her walls are up and she is protective of herself and her son. she doesn't like to talk much about her past and tries her best to focus on the now. she doesn't do well with those who pester her and will sometimes snap at them so that they will leave her alone. she doesn't take kindly to those who try and discipline her son, which can lead to her getting into disagreements, especially when she is busy on jobs or on hunting trips. somewhat impulsive, she is the type to follow her heart, which means she can and will go against others if she feels like she has to. she has a difficult time trusting newcomers to the group but does her best to not ice them out, after all, she was new once herself.

virtues. one who wears her heart on her sleeve, she feels emotions very deeply, even though she only expresses them to a select few. she is a sensitive person, even though years on the run have hardened her considerably. she finds joy in the little things and often likes to do things to make others feel happy or a little less suffocated by the sadness of their current lives. she works hard and pulls her weight, as well as the weight of her husband due to him leaving. she is strong and keeps on a brave face, especially for her son as she wants him to grow up without having to worry about taking care of her. she stands up to those who hurt people she cares about and doesn't tolerate any insults or poor opinions people have towards her or her son.

Background —
history. sybil’s life has always been on the road. she spent most of her time on railways or in wagons, traveling across parts of the united states due to both of her parents’ passions. her father loved history and her mother wanted to write down the stories of native americans who were displaced due to the trail of tears, and everyone that was affected by the white settlers in the country. so she was never in one place for longer than necessary. she grew accustomed to moving, the stars shining above her as she listened to their grand stories by either the campfire or candlelight. she found joy in the little things and knew little about the difficulties her parents faced, financially speaking at least. their money had dried up due to several reasons, but the main one was due to her father’s relationship with her mother. many people frowned upon it and therefore couldn’t endorse them once they found out.

but her parents never gave up, certainly not her father. he was a dreamer and a big one at that. he told her that she could reach up and pluck a star out of the sky if she got high enough. so he borrowed money. the bank couldn’t give him a loan, so he listened to whispers in a bar one night that told him who he should see. it ended up being the hensley gang and they were more than generous with what they gave the augustine family. it seemed like things were starting to look up for the three of them, but when that money ran out and they had no money to pay back, it went very, very poorly.

sybil knows very little about what went on due to the fact she was hidden in a trunk within their small wagon, but she heard her parents cry, she heard their screams, and she heard the gunshots. it sent her into a state of shock. she couldn’t move or even make a sound. she stayed in the trunk for hours before she managed to climb out, the sun had begun to fall in the sky and painted their campsite in shades of orange and red. she threw up for a while before she began to cry, trembling hands as she did her best to cover her parents and pack what little belongings she could. thirteen years old and an orphan, she had little at stake, so she set out, her father’s rifle in her far too delicate hands.

she followed the tracks up the mountain, the snow clinging to her legs and numbing them. her dedication and aching heart overwhelmed her and she continued on. there was nothing quite like it, a mere child with a rolling block perched on a log as she loaded the weapon and shot. her aim wasn’t the best, but she still hit things and people. her camouflage within the trees was quickly discovered due to the bright light when her gun fired. she fled the scene, gun in hand, hoping to get far enough away to get the high ground on them. she just wanted to exact her revenge and then maybe, dying wouldn’t be that bad. but, something in those woods almost seemed to look out for her.

she took a bullet to the shoulder which caused her to stumble and fall, ultimately taking her down a hidden slope (one that animals used) and she fell into the chilled river below. the shock of the bullet and the river were enough to knock her unconscious. when she awoke, she was getting furiously rubbed down by harsh blankets, a rather waterlogged mitch kneeling over her. her body was far too cold and her mind seemed to slip in and out of sleep as he managed to get her gathered up and onto his horse before they went to his camp. within the safety of the gang, she was tended to by a young beatrice, leonora, and iris as the older woman did her best to warm the child and get her awake.

sybil was deeply confused and upset when she woke up at the camp, but between her scared sobs, she was able to explain what had happened. she never asked what happened, but somewhere in her heart, she knew that some of the camp’s men set out to finish what she had started. she was later returned to her campsite where she was able to gather her things and properly bury her parents. with nowhere to go, she was basically adopted by the group and raised alongside the other young group members. her time with them was bittersweet but she grew close to them and became attached as the years passed.

she got better with a gun, far better at tracking, and once she was old enough, she started to do jobs. when she reached the age of 18, she began to start going on jobs with duncan zimmer, a slightly older and more stoic gunman within the group. their romance wasn’t meant for books but it was important to her. they got married, but she kept her last name, not wanting to lose her only connection to the family that she had left. she got pregnant not too long after, which meant she had to stay in the camp more than she would’ve liked. laurie was a perfectly healthy baby and she was happy to be with duncan and the gang. nothing was ever wrong, there were never any warnings.

so naturally she was confused when she woke up on a camping trip with duncan, only to find that he had left. she had hoped he saw some animals and went after them so she tried looking back at camp, but no luck. she tried to track him but there were no tracks to follow. he disappeared and nobody knew what happened. she was distraught, angry, and confused, but she couldn’t do anything about it. sybil didn’t want to think he was dead, so she didn’t call herself a widow or divorced. days turned to weeks which turned to five years, not a word from him. in her head, she knows he is most likely dead, but her heart hopes he ran off to marry another woman, so she refuses to consider herself anything but married. but she herself knows that the love she once felt for him has long since faded and moved on.

family. robert augustine | father | deceased
a historian and a good one at that, he loved exploring the world and learning the histories of every new place he arrived in. originally from england, he traveled as much as he could in order to write papers and books, create maps, and simply live his life as an explorer. when his daughter was born, he was determined to raise her to form a curious mind. he often told sybil fantastical stories and would act them out, whether it was sword-fighting pirates, or princesses needing to be saved from dragons, he did his best to light up her world with wonder and joy.

tabita augustine | mother | deceased
more realistic and down-to-earth than her husband, she was an anthropologist and determined to write the stories of those who were uprooted and displaced by white settlers. being mixed herself, she was able to relate to those she encountered and she wrote down their stories, their histories, preserving them in weather-worn pages. she didn't make as much money as robert, but she was happy to spread the word of those in need if she could. her relationship with sybil was close as well, but she did her best to teach her daughter how to have compassion for others and to help be part of the solution rather than a problem.

laurie augustine | son | alive
a six-year-old boy with thick dark hair and bright eyes, he is playful and enjoys the fun stories that everyone in the gang tells. he usually stays in camp for safety but occasionally can convince people to take him fishing or on a horse ride. he usually asks questions about his dad, but many people can't tell him anything that he doesn't already know. he is very close with sybil and often clings to her side when she's at camp. if she's ever away hunting or helping with robberies/jobs, he will be found sleeping in her bed. he has a slightly explosive personality, inherited from his father, he will get upset if he hears people talking poorly about his mother.

duncan zimmer | husband | unknown
they met when she was 18 and very quickly seemed to fall in love. they got married when she was 19 and by the time she turned 20, they had their baby boy. he was a pretty stoic person and had a hard time loosening up and having fun. but she balanced him out and they managed to make it work. their relationship wasn't bad and he genuinely seemed in love, which was why it was surprising to hear that he disappeared one night after he took sybil out on a small trip outside of camp. she woke up alone, with all his things packed and his horse gone. nobody has heard from him since.

Character Questions —
how old was she when she joined the prewitt gang? | she was around 13 years old when she was brought to the gang by mitch. she had nowhere to go so she stayed with them. she has been with the gang for 13 years and is protective of the older members as she's grown up with them.

how does she feel about william marrell's death? | she was rather upset when she heard the news, having stepped back from this particular robbery. she didn't know what to do when rasmus told them to pack up and ship out without even a second to catch their breath. the trip was difficult and she found herself blaming herself, other people, rasmus, and the world.

what does she think the group should do? | sybil is at a genuine loss of what to do. everyone's opinions are so conflicting, causing them to lash out like rabid animals, which is something that deeply upsets her. she keeps her thoughts to herself and does her best not to encourage behavior from either side.

how does she feel about the move they just went on? | it was a long and tough journey, certainly one that she was not looking forward to when rasmus told them about it. she lost track of the miles and towns they passed by, especially due to the fact she had her son and other children to look after. since moving into their current camp, she has found it to be rather refreshing. she would very much like to settle down in the area as she wants to raise her son in a protected place like serenity gulch.
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Basics —
full name. sybil woya augustine
alias. emma zimmer
age. twenty-six
birthday. september 9th
gender. cis. female
sexuality. unlabeled
relationship status. married (single as her husband has been missing for five years)
role. gunwoman and hunter

Appearance —
height. 5'8"
hair. dark brown/black
eyes. light brown
ethnicity. chinese/cherokee/british
distinguishing features. moles/beauty marks, full lips
modifications. ear piercings
scars. a couple of scars on her forehead, various ones on her arms, bullet scar on her left shoulder (front and back)
face claim. kelsey asbille

Personal Items —
weapon. rolling block rifle | it was a gun her father had in his gun locker, and she took it the day she ran after the hensley gang.

1873 winchester rifle | after an off-duty man of the law decided to try and take advantage of her, she ended up with his weapons and ammunition.

1873 colt single action | she got this at the same time as her winchester from the same guy.

bow | she was taken to a shop by emett to purchase her own. she's now quite steady-handed when it comes to using it.

horse. dutchman | gelding | andalusian | 15 years old | 15.3hh | xo
a strong and brave horse that has many battle scars from his lifetime. he was duncan's horse and took care of him until he got his second horse, causing dutchman to be gifted to sybil. named after the ghost ship, he isn't known for his speed but for his ability to be lost among the world around him, keeping both himself and sybil safe. he has a very calm and collected personality, rather quiet and friendly, preferring gentle hands and treats. he is almost a leader of horses, despite his lack of aggression, he has a presence, especially when compared to the younger, less established horses. both sybil and laurie spend a lot of time with him and trusts only him to safely carry her son around on trips.

notable items. journals | they are precious journals that her parents kept. they are completely different but she loves them both. they have small sketches scattered throughout, maps, thoughts, and lots of knowledge that you can't find in any ordinary book. her mother's journals contain a lot of native american history, specifically about the cherokee nation.

violin | a present from her parents that she managed to keep. she sometimes will play it at camp or even in towns in order to pick up some extra cash.

personal journal | mostly filled with information about plants, animals, skinning, butchering, etc. it has a lot of important information that anyone in the camp could understand. she also includes pictures so that people who cannot read can understand them.

family pictures | she has a picture of her parents from their wedding day and when she was born, along with a picture of her, her husband, and son. she keeps these in her wagon in frames.

gold wedding band | a small gold band that duncan gifted her. he could only afford one for her, but that was more than enough. she wears the ring mostly on her right hand as she has a hard time explaining her situation.

braided horse bracelet | made out of a cut mane and tail, braided together and worn as a bracelet. this was something her mother wore constantly, as it was a gift from sybil's grandmother. now sybil wears it.

Personality —
likes. early mornings, camping outside of camp, the woods, animal calls, writing in her journals, reading her parent's journals, telling stories, learning new things, helping around camp, interesting people

dislikes. talking about her husband, nosy people, fakes, executions, when the gang loans out money, rivers in winter, jobs going wrong, her child getting sick, child loss, the gang fighting

hobbies. hunting/gathering, sketching, playing violin, sewing/embroidery, learning trades

vices. like many within the gang, her walls are up and she is protective of herself and her son. she doesn't like to talk much about her past and tries her best to focus on the now. she doesn't do well with those who pester her and will sometimes snap at them so that they will leave her alone. she doesn't take kindly to those who try and discipline her son, which can lead to her getting into disagreements, especially when she is busy on jobs or on hunting trips. somewhat impulsive, she is the type to follow her heart, which means she can and will go against others if she feels like she has to. she has a difficult time trusting newcomers to the group but does her best to not ice them out, after all, she was new once herself.

virtues. one who wears her heart on her sleeve, she feels emotions very deeply, even though she only expresses them to a select few. she is a sensitive person, even though years on the run have hardened her considerably. she finds joy in the little things and often likes to do things to make others feel happy or a little less suffocated by the sadness of their current lives. she works hard and pulls her weight, as well as the weight of her husband due to him leaving. she is strong and keeps on a brave face, especially for her son as she wants him to grow up without having to worry about taking care of her. she stands up to those who hurt people she cares about and doesn't tolerate any insults or poor opinions people have towards her or her son.

Background —
history. sybil’s life has always been on the road. she spent most of her time on railways or in wagons, traveling across parts of the united states due to both of her parents’ passions. her father loved history and her mother wanted to write down the stories of native americans who were displaced due to the trail of tears, and everyone that was affected by the white settlers in the country. so she was never in one place for longer than necessary. she grew accustomed to moving, the stars shining above her as she listened to their grand stories by either the campfire or candlelight. she found joy in the little things and knew little about the difficulties her parents faced, financially speaking at least. their money had dried up due to several reasons, but the main one was due to her father’s relationship with her mother. many people frowned upon it and therefore couldn’t endorse them once they found out.

but her parents never gave up, certainly not her father. he was a dreamer and a big one at that. he told her that she could reach up and pluck a star out of the sky if she got high enough. so he borrowed money. the bank couldn’t give him a loan, so he listened to whispers in a bar one night that told him who he should see. it ended up being the hensley gang and they were more than generous with what they gave the augustine family. it seemed like things were starting to look up for the three of them, but when that money ran out and they had no money to pay back, it went very, very poorly.

sybil knows very little about what went on due to the fact she was hidden in a trunk within their small wagon, but she heard her parents cry, she heard their screams, and she heard the gunshots. it sent her into a state of shock. she couldn’t move or even make a sound. she stayed in the trunk for hours before she managed to climb out, the sun had begun to fall in the sky and painted their campsite in shades of orange and red. she threw up for a while before she began to cry, trembling hands as she did her best to cover her parents and pack what little belongings she could. thirteen years old and an orphan, she had little at stake, so she set out, her father’s rifle in her far too delicate hands.

she followed the tracks up the mountain, the snow clinging to her legs and numbing them. her dedication and aching heart overwhelmed her and she continued on. there was nothing quite like it, a mere child with a rolling block perched on a log as she loaded the weapon and shot. her aim wasn’t the best, but she still hit things and people. her camouflage within the trees was quickly discovered due to the bright light when her gun fired. she fled the scene, gun in hand, hoping to get far enough away to get the high ground on them. she just wanted to exact her revenge and then maybe, dying wouldn’t be that bad. but, something in those woods almost seemed to look out for her.

she took a bullet to the shoulder which caused her to stumble and fall, ultimately taking her down a hidden slope (one that animals used) and she fell into the chilled river below. the shock of the bullet and the river were enough to knock her unconscious. when she awoke, she was getting furiously rubbed down by harsh blankets, a rather waterlogged mitch kneeling over her. her body was far too cold and her mind seemed to slip in and out of sleep as he managed to get her gathered up and onto his horse before they went to his camp. within the safety of the gang, she was tended to by a young beatrice, leonora, and iris as the older woman did her best to warm the child and get her awake.

sybil was deeply confused and upset when she woke up at the camp, but between her scared sobs, she was able to explain what had happened. she never asked what happened, but somewhere in her heart, she knew that some of the camp’s men set out to finish what she had started. she was later returned to her campsite where she was able to gather her things and properly bury her parents. with nowhere to go, she was basically adopted by the group and raised alongside the other young group members. her time with them was bittersweet but she grew close to them and became attached as the years passed.

she got better with a gun, far better at tracking, and once she was old enough, she started to do jobs. when she reached the age of 18, she began to start going on jobs with duncan zimmer, a slightly older and more stoic gunman within the group. their romance wasn’t meant for books but it was important to her. they got married, but she kept her last name, not wanting to lose her only connection to the family that she had left. she got pregnant not too long after, which meant she had to stay in the camp more than she would’ve liked. laurie was a perfectly healthy baby and she was happy to be with duncan and the gang. nothing was ever wrong, there were never any warnings.

so naturally she was confused when she woke up on a camping trip with duncan, only to find that he had left. she had hoped he saw some animals and went after them so she tried looking back at camp, but no luck. she tried to track him but there were no tracks to follow. he disappeared and nobody knew what happened. she was distraught, angry, and confused, but she couldn’t do anything about it. sybil didn’t want to think he was dead, so she didn’t call herself a widow or divorced. days turned to weeks which turned to five years, not a word from him. in her head, she knows he is most likely dead, but her heart hopes he ran off to marry another woman, so she refuses to consider herself anything but married. but she herself knows that the love she once felt for him has long since faded and moved on.

family. robert augustine | father | deceased
a historian and a good one at that, he loved exploring the world and learning the histories of every new place he arrived in. originally from england, he traveled as much as he could in order to write papers and books, create maps, and simply live his life as an explorer. when his daughter was born, he was determined to raise her to form a curious mind. he often told sybil fantastical stories and would act them out, whether it was sword-fighting pirates, or princesses needing to be saved from dragons, he did his best to light up her world with wonder and joy.

tabita augustine | mother | deceased
more realistic and down-to-earth than her husband, she was an anthropologist and determined to write the stories of those who were uprooted and displaced by white settlers. being mixed herself, she was able to relate to those she encountered and she wrote down their stories, their histories, preserving them in weather-worn pages. she didn't make as much money as robert, but she was happy to spread the word of those in need if she could. her relationship with sybil was close as well, but she did her best to teach her daughter how to have compassion for others and to help be part of the solution rather than a problem.

laurie augustine | son | alive
a six-year-old boy with thick dark hair and bright eyes, he is playful and enjoys the fun stories that everyone in the gang tells. he usually stays in camp for safety but occasionally can convince people to take him fishing or on a horse ride. he usually asks questions about his dad, but many people can't tell him anything that he doesn't already know. he is very close with sybil and often clings to her side when she's at camp. if she's ever away hunting or helping with robberies/jobs, he will be found sleeping in her bed. he has a slightly explosive personality, inherited from his father, he will get upset if he hears people talking poorly about his mother.

duncan zimmer | husband | unknown
they met when she was 18 and very quickly seemed to fall in love. they got married when she was 19 and by the time she turned 20, they had their baby boy. he was a pretty stoic person and had a hard time loosening up and having fun. but she balanced him out and they managed to make it work. their relationship wasn't bad and he genuinely seemed in love, which was why it was surprising to hear that he disappeared one night after he took sybil out on a small trip outside of camp. she woke up alone, with all his things packed and his horse gone. nobody has heard from him since.

Character Questions —
how old was she when she joined the prewitt gang? | she was around 13 years old when she was brought to the gang by mitch. she had nowhere to go so she stayed with them. she has been with the gang for 13 years and is protective of the older members as she's grown up with them.

how does she feel about william marrell's death? | she was rather upset when she heard the news, having stepped back from this particular robbery. she didn't know what to do when rasmus told them to pack up and ship out without even a second to catch their breath. the trip was difficult and she found herself blaming herself, other people, rasmus, and the world.

what does she think the group should do? | sybil is at a genuine loss of what to do. everyone's opinions are so conflicting, causing them to lash out like rabid animals, which is something that deeply upsets her. she keeps her thoughts to herself and does her best not to encourage behavior from either side.

how does she feel about the move they just went on? | it was a long and tough journey, certainly one that she was not looking forward to when rasmus told them about it. she lost track of the miles and towns they passed by, especially due to the fact she had her son and other children to look after. since moving into their current camp, she has found it to be rather refreshing. she would very much like to settle down in the area as she wants to raise her son in a protected place like serenity gulch.
 
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DIMITRI PETROV ━━━━
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forgive me one more time.
Basics —
full name. dimitri louis petrov
alias. peter miracle
age. thirty
birthday. june 13th
gender. cis. male
sexuality. bisexual
relationship status. never married (single)
role. thief, gunman, debt collector

Appearance —
height. 6"
hair. blonde
eyes. bright blue
distinguishing features. golden hair, perfect curls, charismatic smile
modifications. none
scars. various scars from living life
face claim. aaron taylor-johnson

Personal Items —
weapon. enfield mk ii | a handgun that he brought with him from england. he takes good care of it to ensure it doesn't lose any value to him.

martini-henry rifle | similar to his revolver, he brought this with him during his move.

knife | a multi-use knife he got upon arriving in the states. he finds it very useful and exciting to use.

horse. achilles | percheron x thoroughbred cross | gelding | 10 years old | xo
purchased from a farm in crow's alley, he found him to be quite a horse and certainly impressive. he didn't need to be the fastest or anything, but dimitri loved the way he looked and moved so he bought him without a second thought. achilles is a horse with taste, having been spoiled by his rider. he often seems to be picky when it comes to feed or care, which can be frustrating for those taking care of him. although seemingly stuck up, the horse isn't mean-spirited and is very respectful of his rider. he is a patient soul and does a lot for the gang when it comes to hauling things, especially large game.

notable items. cross necklace | used to be his mother's but she gave it to him when he first joined the military. he finds it to be a great comfort and wears it underneath his clothes at all times.

books | quite the avid reader, he has many books stacked within his tent and he often reads them during his down time. a lot of them are in other languages which he can indeed read and speak in.

large journal | since his arrival to the gang, he began to keep track of those who live in it, their backstories, and everything the gang does. it will be the legacy of the gang in his opinion.

signet ring | sporting his family's crest, he wears this ring whenever he is doing cons that involve the upper class as he is able to subtly display his own status and easily mingle among them.

Personality —
likes. grand stories, expensive things, learning new languages, interesting people, romance, love affairs, drama, theater, reading, campfire songs, dancing, successful cons

dislikes. rude people, boring people, explaining himself, getting bloody, broken things, ruined books, injured animals, hunting, stupidity, nagging, prudes, getting sick, building things

hobbies. learning new languages, story-telling, styling hair/clothes, pressing flowers

vices. a conman through and through, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, simply taking whatever suits him. he is a rather selfish person when it comes to things he really wants and he will not share. quite the silver tongue, his lies are as smooth and believable as any truth, and he can tell them with ease even with a gun pointed at him. quite impulsive, he will do whatever he wants if he finds it fun or exciting, often leading to some close calls. a tragic lover, he leaves behind many broken hearts when he ventures into town, something he secretly relishes in. i mean, who wouldn't?

virtues. charismatic and kind, he is a gentleman through in through, even if blood is on his hands. he has the manners that most would dream of possessing, and he gives them out freely. he is a fun-loving individual and doesn't let many fall into a deep depression alone and will do whatever it takes to get them out of it. he takes care of those he calls his friends and will protect their image and reputation, even if it means bending the truth here and there. although newer to the gang, he is loyal to those he considers close friends and even family. he doesn't wish ill on those in his inner circle and will protect them with everything he can.

Background —
history.
born to yakim and elizabeth petrov, he was the youngest son of a wealthy family and was raised with luxury and love. he had everything he could’ve asked for and he certainly asked for it. he was taught multiple languages, raised in a proper way, and told to respect and support his country. it was no surprise that he was quite the little gentleman in his childhood, often escaping punishments as he knew how to hide his tracks and lie without breaking eye contact. when younger, his older siblings hated how he got away with things, but their relationships were still close as they were the petrovs, they could only trust each other.

as he grew older and attended school, he grew interested in many things, two of which were women and the military. he wanted to enter it as soon as he was old enough, but in the meantime, he kept up with his studies and learned the secret language of romance. it was a joyful time for him as he didn’t feel like he had anything to lose. girls were almost always within reach and he simply had to place a kiss on the back of their hand to gain their interest. a game of his own design, he enjoyed it all thoroughly. but all good things had to come to an end. with his graduation, he became a part of the british military and set away from his home, family, and friends.

it wasn’t easy and he certainly took the brunt end of some fury of those in higher positions than him, but he didn’t give up. he continued to work hard and soon found himself rising through the ranks and enjoying the perks that came with it. war was ugly and left mental scars, but it didn’t really shake his desire to serve as he found he was quite good at it. but as his time in the military came to an end, he found himself in the lap of a very wealthy young lady, one so rich she shouldn’t have been dabbling with officers. their love affair was quite the scandal to the point his parents told him to visit their cousins in the americas, hoping the wild west would do him some good.

dimitri wasn’t pleased but he did what was asked as it was a chance for him to explore a place that he only occasionally read about. so he moved to america and found the unique way of settler life interesting and exciting, to say the least. he quickly moved away from his cousins, having no interest in them, and set out on his own little journey, hoping to run into cowboys and outlaws. this is where he met rasmus prewitt, a rather charming outlaw who had gotten pulled into a very tricky situation at a saloon. dimitri’s smooth words seemed to be just the right push the lawmen needed to leave rasmus alone. the pair of them were quite interested in each other after the exchange, finding similarities as they spoke. so dimitri was invited to stay with them for a while and eventually join if he so chose. and join he did.

Family: Optional (you can list your character's family members and their connections to them/the gang if you'd like)

Character Questions —
how old was he when he joined the prewitt gang? | he was around twenty-five when he joined the gang, so he has been part of them for five years. originally recruited by rasmus in a bar after he managed to talk the man out of a confrontation with the law. he struck a cord within rasmus, almost as if the old outlaw saw his younger self in dimitri.

how does he feel about william marrell's death? | a true shame, but not much can be done. he wasn't on that particular job as he was outside of the train, keeping watch for any lawmen, so he doesn't feel any real guilt of responsibility. his curiosity mostly is geared towards the one responsible as he feels it's only fair they face the consequences for the death of william.

what does he think the group should do? | he doesn't have any particular feelings on the matter, mostly due to his own safety net he has back home in england. still, he hopes that the gang doesn't fall apart as he enjoys their way of life far too much.

how does he feel about the move they just went on? | it was his first cross-country move so it was very exciting for him. he often entertained himself and the younger kids with stories or songs, just to lighten the mood of the four-month journey.
coded by social

Basics —
full name. dimitri louis petrov
alias. peter miracle
age. thirty
birthday. june 13th
gender. cis. male
sexuality. bisexual
relationship status. never married (single)
role. thief, gunman, debt collector

Appearance —
height. 6"
hair. blonde
eyes. bright blue
distinguishing features. golden hair, perfect curls, charismatic smile
modifications. none
scars. various scars from living life
face claim. aaron taylor-johnson

Personal Items —
weapon. enfield mk ii | a handgun that he brought with him from england. he takes good care of it to ensure it doesn't lose any value to him.

martini-henry rifle | similar to his revolver, he brought this with him during his move.

knife | a multi-use knife he got upon arriving in the states. he finds it very useful and exciting to use.

horse. achilles | percheron x thoroughbred cross | gelding | 10 years old | xo
purchased from a farm in crow's alley, he found him to be quite a horse and certainly impressive. he didn't need to be the fastest or anything, but dimitri loved the way he looked and moved so he bought him without a second thought. achilles is a horse with taste, having been spoiled by his rider. he often seems to be picky when it comes to feed or care, which can be frustrating for those taking care of him. although seemingly stuck up, the horse isn't mean-spirited and is very respectful of his rider. he is a patient soul and does a lot for the gang when it comes to hauling things, especially large game.

notable items. cross necklace | used to be his mother's but she gave it to him when he first joined the military. he finds it to be a great comfort and wears it underneath his clothes at all times.

books | quite the avid reader, he has many books stacked within his tent and he often reads them during his down time. a lot of them are in other languages which he can indeed read and speak in.

large journal | since his arrival to the gang, he began to keep track of those who live in it, their backstories, and everything the gang does. it will be the legacy of the gang in his opinion.

signet ring | sporting his family's crest, he wears this ring whenever he is doing cons that involve the upper class as he is able to subtly display his own status and easily mingle among them.

Personality —
likes. grand stories, expensive things, learning new languages, interesting people, romance, love affairs, drama, theater, reading, campfire songs, dancing, successful cons

dislikes. rude people, boring people, explaining himself, getting bloody, broken things, ruined books, injured animals, hunting, stupidity, nagging, prudes, getting sick, building things

hobbies. learning new languages, story-telling, styling hair/clothes, pressing flowers

vices. a conman through and through, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, simply taking whatever suits him. he is a rather selfish person when it comes to things he really wants and he will not share. quite the silver tongue, his lies are as smooth and believable as any truth, and he can tell them with ease even with a gun pointed at him. quite impulsive, he will do whatever he wants if he finds it fun or exciting, often leading to some close calls. a tragic lover, he leaves behind many broken hearts when he ventures into town, something he secretly relishes in. i mean, who wouldn't?

virtues. charismatic and kind, he is a gentleman through in through, even if blood is on his hands. he has the manners that most would dream of possessing, and he gives them out freely. he is a fun-loving individual and doesn't let many fall into a deep depression alone and will do whatever it takes to get them out of it. he takes care of those he calls his friends and will protect their image and reputation, even if it means bending the truth here and there. although newer to the gang, he is loyal to those he considers close friends and even family. he doesn't wish ill on those in his inner circle and will protect them with everything he can.

Background —
history.
born to yakim and elizabeth petrov, he was the youngest son of a wealthy family and was raised with luxury and love. he had everything he could’ve asked for and he certainly asked for it. he was taught multiple languages, raised in a proper way, and told to respect and support his country. it was no surprise that he was quite the little gentleman in his childhood, often escaping punishments as he knew how to hide his tracks and lie without breaking eye contact. when younger, his older siblings hated how he got away with things, but their relationships were still close as they were the petrovs, they could only trust each other.

as he grew older and attended school, he grew interested in many things, two of which were women and the military. he wanted to enter it as soon as he was old enough, but in the meantime, he kept up with his studies and learned the secret language of romance. it was a joyful time for him as he didn’t feel like he had anything to lose. girls were almost always within reach and he simply had to place a kiss on the back of their hand to gain their interest. a game of his own design, he enjoyed it all thoroughly. but all good things had to come to an end. with his graduation, he became a part of the british military and set away from his home, family, and friends.

it wasn’t easy and he certainly took the brunt end of some fury of those in higher positions than him, but he didn’t give up. he continued to work hard and soon found himself rising through the ranks and enjoying the perks that came with it. war was ugly and left mental scars, but it didn’t really shake his desire to serve as he found he was quite good at it. but as his time in the military came to an end, he found himself in the lap of a very wealthy young lady, one so rich she shouldn’t have been dabbling with officers. their love affair was quite the scandal to the point his parents told him to visit their cousins in the americas, hoping the wild west would do him some good.

dimitri wasn’t pleased but he did what was asked as it was a chance for him to explore a place that he only occasionally read about. so he moved to america and found the unique way of settler life interesting and exciting, to say the least. he quickly moved away from his cousins, having no interest in them, and set out on his own little journey, hoping to run into cowboys and outlaws. this is where he met rasmus prewitt, a rather charming outlaw who had gotten pulled into a very tricky situation at a saloon. dimitri’s smooth words seemed to be just the right push the lawmen needed to leave rasmus alone. the pair of them were quite interested in each other after the exchange, finding similarities as they spoke. so dimitri was invited to stay with them for a while and eventually join if he so chose. and join he did.

Family: Optional (you can list your character's family members and their connections to them/the gang if you'd like)

Character Questions —
how old was he when he joined the prewitt gang? | he was around twenty-five when he joined the gang, so he has been part of them for five years. originally recruited by rasmus in a bar after he managed to talk the man out of a confrontation with the law. he struck a cord within rasmus, almost as if the old outlaw saw his younger self in dimitri.

how does he feel about william marrell's death? | a true shame, but not much can be done. he wasn't on that particular job as he was outside of the train, keeping watch for any lawmen, so he doesn't feel any real guilt of responsibility. his curiosity mostly is geared towards the one responsible as he feels it's only fair they face the consequences for the death of william.

what does he think the group should do? | he doesn't have any particular feelings on the matter, mostly due to his own safety net he has back home in england. still, he hopes that the gang doesn't fall apart as he enjoys their way of life far too much.

how does he feel about the move they just went on? | it was his first cross-country move so it was very exciting for him. he often entertained himself and the younger kids with stories or songs, just to lighten the mood of the four-month journey.
 
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➳ - Heart, cover your tracks... - ➳
➳ Name | Kathrine Rose Fate
➳ Nickname | Kath or Kat, Fate
➳Age | 26 years of age
➳ Gender | Female, She/Her
➳ Sexuality | Heterosexual
➳ Role | Hunter
➳ - Soul, sew up your wounds... - ➳
➳ Ethnicity | Half White/Half Cherokee
➳ Height | 5 feet, 1 inch (155.5 cm)
➳ Hair | Blonde
➳ Eyes | Stormy Blue-Gray
➳ Scars | Two claw marks over her right
eye that is hard to see from far away
➳ Distinguishing Features | Has a lock
of hair in front of her right ear that is
always braided with a red strip of rawhide
and a red cardinal feather.
➳ - Mind, pick up your pace... - ➳
Face Claim | Amber Marshall​

➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ Kathrine Rose Fate ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳
➳ - Heart, flesh out your webs...The past that was tangled will unwrap and shed... - ➳
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➳ Personal Items
➳ Weapon | Her bow - It once was her father's bow and he gave it to her the last time she saw him. It is made of cedarwood and is carved with small images of different animals. Parts of a pair of elk antlers are fashioned on it with strips of leather tying it in the bow and a thick red rawhide makes up the grip and arrow rest. The arrows she makes herself with stone arrowheads and hawk feathers. This weapon is very dear to Kathrine and is her main hunting weapon.
Hunting Knife - A simple hunting knife that she keeps in her boot.
An old Springfield Rifle - She has only recently acquired this weapon from a gang member that she bought it from(she wishes she could have obtained it honestly as she is very sure it was either stolen or a dead man's gun). She is not well versed with firearms and her hands shake when using it as she doesn't like the loudness of the shots, but it is inevitable she knows as some of the animals of the north cannot be taken down by bow alone.
An old Navy Revolver - She does not carry this gun with her and its stays in camp most of the time. It's the gun she was given for that one mission she was put on, the one she pointed and could not fire. Maybe one day she'll have the courage to pick it up again, but for now, she hides it away.
➳ Horse | Scout - He is a red/brown and white paint Mustang stallion with blue eyes that Kathrine bonded with and saved from a rich man's auction yard. They've been together for far longer than they have lived with the gang so she will trust his judgment of a situation more often than she will another person's. He can be stubborn and still very much has his wild instincts, but he trusts Kathrine and it shows in how he listens to her. He doesn't like other people trying to ride him or come near him. He only tolerates it when the gang has to move and stay close together because she's asked him to. His eyes are always drawn to wild horses if they pass by and he'll whiny and call out to them each time and wait. They may answer, but it's clear its not the call he's looking for as he has never called out twice and drops his gaze again after to walk on. She doesn't know how old he is, but he was a young horse when she rescued him and they've been together for over ten years.
➳ Notable Items | Wolf paw necklace - Kathrine is always wearing a pendant with the imprint of a wolf's pawprint on it and two wolf fangs on either side of it. It was another gift from her father that he gave her at a young age for protection and strength and she's kept it with her ever since.
➳ Personality
Kath is a very secretive person, yet while she is a quiet person, there is nothing shy about her. She is very serious and has a kind of air of hostility about her. She conceals as many of her emotions as she can, only letting the world see the ones that will protect her fragile heart from more pain by trusting those who do not deserve it. It is a rare moment when one sees her smile or laugh genuinely and only Scout could tell you the last time she did. Kath knows that many people try to avoid this icy demeanor of hers and she has no problem with that; it's why she adopted this facade in the first place; to protect herself. That is all that this is after all; a mask that she hides her true heart behind in order to protect it. Underneath the icy fortress walls, Kathrine is the most loyal person you will ever meet. Anyone who earns her trust can be sure they have a reliable ally for life. She will die for those whom she has placed in her heart and shall defend them with a vengeance not unlike a vicious wolf. She is honorable and chivalrous and has a kind heart to all creatures big and small. She stays out of the business of the gang if she can, but if she must be there, she will make sure to leave a blessing, an apology, something to ask for forgiveness for the actions of the others or herself. She'll never take an innocent life; that was her once and she refuses to be a part of any missions that call for that. Few people know of this hidden heart of hers and even fewer have ever found their place there. This place in her heart is a one-time chance; once you betray it, you'll never gain her trust again no matter what. So even though she is rough and cold on the outside, her hidden heart is warm and caring. It is only scarred and fragile and Kadlin fears to let anyone else see just how broken she truly is. She fears they may do more harm than good...
➳ Likes | The quiet of nature far from town, horses, other animals especially wolves, the clear night sky, warm places by the fire, exploring, stories of old, apples, the smell of cedarwood, learning about strange things and places from far away
➳ Dislikes | Crowds, saloons and bars, being pressured to do something, feeling cornered, cruelty to animals or children and to innocents
➳ Hobbies | Taking Scout out alone and riding bareback, sketching animals with bits of charcoal on any surface she can find, taking care of the other horses in the gang, watching wildlife go about their lives, weaving and making jewelry and accessories
➳ Family | Waya "Wayne" - Her father, a Cherokee man from the mountains of North Carolina > Location Unknown - She presumes he is Deceased
Lydia Rene Fate - Her mother, a woman from a well-off English family > Location Unknown
➳ History |
She is the daughter of a married native man and a white woman, a union that was looked down upon by both of their families. Yet her parents were in love and nothing would stop them from being together, and so Kathrine was born. She was given the name of a great-grandmother on her mother's side as was a tradition of her father's people. She grew up with a home far removed from his tribe and from her mother's homestead as well as they had been cast out for following their hearts. Her father would hunt to provide food for them and her mother would keep the house in order and teach her to read and write and how to draw. She loved this life for the first ten years of her life before it ended. Some families from a nearby town had found some way to start trouble with her father solely on the reasoning of not agreeing with their choices of living and of him "trying to be someone he was not" and started threatening him, the home, and even Kathrine and her mother. Finally, one day late into the night, her father gathered them all together and they left their home, fleeing into the woods. They had not gotten far when the smell of smoke hit their noses, and they knew what became of their little home. They traveled all night and well into the next day until they came to the next town and he hid them in the trees while he cautiously went into town to find supplies. He gave Kathrine his bow and he told them to run if he did not return by sundown. The sun had almost set when a commotion rose from the village. She and her mother watched her father run into the trees away from them with a group of men chasing him, yet suddenly a group of wolves appeared shortly after chasing the men back into town. She did not see her father again.
Kathrine's mother took this as their sign and they took their family horse and fled. They traveled west from there, moving from town to town over the next six years. It was hard years, but not as hard as it could have been as her mother had been saving her earnings over the years in case this ever happened. They settled down for a while in a town just west of the big river and Kathrine decided to look for a horse of her own. With a good amount of cash in hand, she found her way to an auction yard and there she saw Scout dragging workers they were trying to tie him down to brand him and break him. He broke free from them and charged through the gate blindly, headed for the closed gate behind her like he'd planned to leap over or die trying only to skid to a stop when he realized she was standing there. They locked eyes and she instantly knew he was the one for her. As the workers grabbed him, she shouted at them and asked who owned him as she wanted to buy him, and they sent her to a nearby saloon. Upon arriving, Kathrine found the man many drinks in and well over drunk, yet still she tried, offering all the money she had for the horse. But he was a greedy man and brushed her off, "That horse is fiiiiine stock. Gonna take a lot more 'n pennies to buy 'em". As Kathrine had well over a hundred dollars that she offered, she glared at him, "I've seen the way your men were treating him. You aren't treating them like "fine stock", so this should be more than enough." It was clear he didn't like her tone as he'd stood and pushed her away in his drunken state, knocking her off of her feet with her money spilling onto the floor while others at the bar laughed. "Get outta here, girl, 'fore I call the law on ya for harassin' me. And stay away from my farm! I ain't selling!"
She'd picked herself off of the ground and all her money, but a flame burned in her at that moment that would change her life forever. She waited until nightfall when all the workers had gone home to sneak into the auction yard and into the barn. She pulled open every stall door, and every paddock gate, and let every horse on the farm loose all while looking for the red paint. When she found him, he was kept in a back stall away from the others and they locked eyes again. Kathrine smiled at him as she moved to pull open the door, "I'm getting you out of here, bud." Suddenly a hand clapped down on her arm as the still-drunken owner tried to yank her away, screaming at her. In a panic, she felt the stall door latch pull free, but the man still held her fast. Before she knew it, her hand flew to her hidden hunting knife, drew it, and swung it out at him, slashing his side. He let go of her and she fell, quickly turning towards him and seeing his face twist in anger. He started towards her when the stall door flew into him and Scout stepped out, whinnying loudly and setting all the other horses in a panic to flee. Kathrine took the opportunity to leap onto his back as the Mustang bolted, following the herd of fleeing horses out of the farm yard into freedom.
Kathrine knew this action would have her wanted, and was sure there would be a bounty on her head come morning. She could not bring such danger to her mother so she returned home and told her mother that she must go. She fought for her to stay, but they both knew this was the best choice they had. So that night they parted ways, both leaving town in different directions. It was not long after that she crossed paths with the Prewitt gang, and they gave her a place to call home.
➳ Character Questions |
How old were they when they joined the Prewitt Gang?
➳ She was sixteen when they invited her to stay with them due to the bounty on her head. Though that bounty has slowly dwindled away at the years have passed, the gang is the only home she knows where to find now as she could only guess where her mother could be now...She's still not super close to anyone in the gang really, but she knows them well enough. Even after all these years, she's still kind of a quiet outsider in a way, but she's proved her loyalty to the gang and its members, and that's all that mattered so far.
How do they feel about William Marrell's death?
➳ It hurts her. Truly she didn't know the kid very well, but she'd traveled with him, and shared a home with him...he was just a kid...not unlike her, dealt a hand that forced him to make a move and a mistake that cost him everything...She can only hope and pray that he has found peace now...
What do they think the group should do? Should they go good or stay outlaws?
➳ The life of an outlaw has never spoken to her, but because of the actions she took to do something she knew was right, she now has to live it. Rasmus tried to get her to work a mission once, and things went smooth and she felt she could handle it...until something went south and guns were drawn. She remembers holding that pistol in her shaking hands, unable to pull the trigger to hurt someone who was just trying to protect others and keep the peace. In the end, someone else had to pull it. She'd at least proved capable of escaping well, pulling traps and slowing their pursuers so they all got away. Still, it was clear those missions went something she was cut out for. With that, she is happy to follow and guard the campstead and keep their home safe from their enemies and wildlife. Deep down, she wants to find somewhere to just live a peaceful life, away from all the troubles that being in a gang will cause, but it's all she really knows right now, so she does what good she can while just doing her best to survive and keep the camp going as well.
How do they feel about the move they just went on?
➳ She's glad to have moved away from where the uproar occurred. She already looks over her shoulder far more than she cares to, so she's happy to be somewhere no one knows them and where she can go out hunting without much worry.

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