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@Kelewen Have the people at the table introduced themselves by name already? Because Taylor has almost certainly fed them a fake name if that was the case.

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The money.

He had to go back for the money.

For what would not be the last time in many, many days, Taylor R. Jackson's thoughts once again returned to the pounds and pounds of gold stashed in that cave back in New Mexico. Ten thousand dollars lifted from stagecoaches, homesteads and banks from all across Arizona and California. Ten thousand dollars was the worth of his life. And all because of that one tip that goddamned snake of a Mexican fed them, gold magnate Karl Jorgensen would ensure that this chase was not going to let up until either him or all of the gang were dead.

Some of the gang said they were going to hole up in a ranch in Kansas. Yet a couple more said that they were headed up north in Dakota, probably rob some miners on the way there. And now here he was in this godforsaken town, gambling away what was left of his life's work to a darkie, a redskin, and a couple of dandies probably from up north. This was it. He was living the life. On an ordinary day he and his gang would have this entire saloon quaking in fear and spilling the contents of their wallets all over the floorboards. Now he was hiding like a rat in this ballsack of a town with his face splashed all over wanted posters from here to Phoenix. Granted, they weren't very good impressions, but he paid a boy a couple of cents to take down the most accurate ones plastered in the town square.

What was he doing here? Waiting? Planning? He felt aimless. He was lost. Why did he want to go it alone? An extra gun or two, while conspicuous, would have been useful in the case a bounty hunter or a Pinkerton showed up on his trail.

But well, it was only a few dollars. After one last round, he'd go up to his room and hit the sack.

"Your loss, mister," he muttered, taking the two cards the well-dressed man dealt to him.

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Hmm, now that we have everyone, do you want to get started now @Kelewen?

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I'm good with that.

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@Kelewen How many players are you looking at? The three characters we have right now all act as pretty good foils for each other, I must say.

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Taylor "Black Jack" Jackson

Name: Taylor "Black Jack" Jackson

Purpose: Looking for work after the splitting-up of his gang

Description:

Taylor is a big, imposing cowboy outlaw, standing at 6'0 and 170 lbs. He usually dons a long bandolier, a large duster coat, a wide-brimmed ten-gallon hat, and his signature black bandana covering his face. Underneath his hat and bandana are a youthful, yet bitter and long brown-eyed face, and a slightly long brown hairstyle. He speaks with a vibrant, almost angry-sounding yet somehow eloquent Louisianian accent with a slight hint of Cajun.

Backstory:

Taylor R. Jackson was born in 1844, the sixth son of Edward Jackson, a cotton plantation owner in Louisiana. From a young age, Taylor was indoctrinated to be a future steward of the family's land and reputation in the antebellum South. At the same time, as one of the youngest in the family, Taylor was often overlooked when it came to family inheritance and the approval of his own father. So in the end he would always have a chip on his shoulder: while bearing such responsibility as the heir of such a family, Taylor would never feel truly appreciated for his sacrifices for them.

Taylor was an avid sharpshooter in his youth, which translated well to his career in the Civil War as an officer for the Confederate Army. Taylor was a fierce sharpshooter on the battlefield, his numerous successful encounters with the enemy serving as inspiration for his own men, leading him to become one of the youngest captains in the Confederate Army. But when the war ended and the Reconstruction Era took its toll on the wealth of the Jackson family, Taylor saw his father become a shell of the man he used to be: instead of the proud and deeply traditional plantation owner he had regarded him as, Edward turned to alcoholism and resigned his many acres of land to be sold off to the slaves that had once done their bidding. Refusing to go the path of his father and his family, Taylor gathered some of his old comrades during the war and left for the West to find gold.

The promises of gold eventually turned out to be empty, but Taylor realized that the many guns his gang had brought with them along with their combat experience made them perfect candidates for a life of banditry. Desperate for food and on their last savings, Taylor's gang agreed, and when they all rode out from a canyon one starry night in Arizona to rob a lone stagecoach, their careers as infamous outlaws were born. Nicknamed the "Black Brothers" for the signature black bandanas they all wore and partially as a mockery of their Southern origins, Taylor's gang accumulated a modest fortune robbing stagecoaches, banks, and occasionally other gangs. Taylor himself earned the moniker of "Black Jack" for being the leader, and the deadliest and most intimidating of the group. While the rest of the gang aimed for speedy retirements in Australia or South America, Taylor secretly dreamed of establishing a legitimate ranching business under a different name and returning to his now-destitute family in Louisiana.

But their good luck did not last for long - when the Black Brothers attempted to rob a train in New Mexico, they were not aware of the train's heavily armed guard working for a wealthy gold magnate in the area. In the ensuing chaos, several of Taylor's gang were killed or captured and the rest forced to flee East with nearly nothing from the robbery and the little money they could hurriedly gather from their hideout. After many angry squabbles by campfires at night, the remaining Black Brothers agreed to go their separate ways to avoid alerting the authorities, promising one day to come back for the gold in their hideout in New Mexico. Such was the situation Taylor found himself in when he wandered one fateful day into the town of Sweetwater, Texas.

Important Equipment:
- Winchester Model 1873 repeating rifle
- "Buck" and "Belle", two custom Colt SAA revolvers with ivory grips, one engraved with a deer and the other with a lady
- Morgan horse named "Cecilia"
- $800 in bills in a wallet and hidden compartments in Cecilia's saddlebags
- Hunting knife
- Ten-gallon hat
- Several bandanas of differing colors
- Cowboy duster and some extra clothes
- Two sticks of dynamite
- Binoculars
- Hard tack and salted beef jerky for several days
- Feed for Cecilia

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Taylor "Black Jack" Jackson

Name: Taylor "Black Jack" Jackson

Purpose: Looking for work after the splitting-up of his gang

Description:

Taylor is a big, imposing cowboy outlaw, standing at 6'0 and 170 lbs. He usually dons a long bandolier, a large duster coat, a wide-brimmed ten-gallon hat, and his signature black bandana covering his face. Underneath his hat and bandana are a youthful, yet bitter and long brown-eyed face, and a slightly long brown hairstyle. He speaks with a vibrant, almost angry-sounding yet somehow eloquent Louisianian accent with a slight hint of Cajun.

Backstory:

Taylor R. Jackson was born in 1844, the sixth son of Edward Jackson, a cotton plantation owner in Louisiana. From a young age, Taylor was indoctrinated to be a future steward of the family's land and reputation in the antebellum South. At the same time, as one of the youngest in the family, Taylor was often overlooked when it came to family inheritance and the approval of his own father. So in the end he would always have a chip on his shoulder: while bearing such responsibility as the heir of such a family, Taylor would never feel truly appreciated for his sacrifices for them.

Taylor was an avid sharpshooter in his youth, which translated well to his career in the Civil War as an officer for the Confederate Army. Taylor was a fierce sharpshooter on the battlefield, his numerous successful encounters with the enemy serving as inspiration for his own men, leading him to become one of the youngest captains in the Confederate Army. But when the war ended and the Reconstruction Era took its toll on the wealth of the Jackson family, Taylor saw his father become a shell of the man he used to be: instead of the proud and deeply traditional plantation owner he had regarded him as, Edward turned to alcoholism and resigned his many acres of land to be sold off to the slaves that had once done their bidding. Refusing to go the path of his father and his family, Taylor gathered some of his old comrades during the war and left for the West to find gold.

The promises of gold eventually turned out to be empty, but Taylor realized that the many guns his gang had brought with them along with their combat experience made them perfect candidates for a life of banditry. Desperate for food and on their last savings, Taylor's gang agreed, and when they all rode out from a canyon one starry night in Arizona to rob a lone stagecoach, their careers as infamous outlaws were born. Nicknamed the "Black Brothers" for the signature black bandanas they all wore and partially as a mockery of their Southern origins, Taylor's gang accumulated a modest fortune robbing stagecoaches, banks, and occasionally other gangs. Taylor himself earned the moniker of "Black Jack" for being the leader, and the deadliest and most intimidating of the group. While the rest of the gang aimed for speedy retirements in Australia or South America, Taylor secretly dreamed of establishing a legitimate ranching business under a different name and returning to his now-destitute family in Louisiana.

But their good luck did not last for long - when the Black Brothers attempted to rob a train in New Mexico, they were not aware of the train's heavily armed guard working for a wealthy gold magnate in the area. In the ensuing chaos, several of Taylor's gang were killed or captured and the rest forced to flee East with nearly nothing from the robbery and the little money they could hurriedly gather from their hideout. After many angry squabbles by campfires at night, the remaining Black Brothers agreed to go their separate ways to avoid alerting the authorities, promising one day to come back for the gold in their hideout in New Mexico. Such was the situation Taylor found himself in when he wandered one fateful day into the town of Sweetwater, Texas.

Important Equipment:
- Winchester Model 1873 repeating rifle
- "Buck" and "Belle", two custom Colt SAA revolvers with ivory grips, one engraved with a deer and the other of a lady
- Morgan horse named "Cecilia"
- $800 in bills in a wallet and hidden compartments in Cecilia's saddlebags
- Hunting knife
- Ten-gallon hat
- Several bandanas of differing colors
- Cowboy duster and some extra clothes
- Two sticks of dynamite
- Binoculars
- Hard tack and salted beef jerky for several days
- Feed for Cecilia

Also, what exact year in the 1870s would you envision this taking place in?

Cinematic Wild West

This sounds neat! Been playing a lot of RDR2 lately

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎

I’ve just been playing a shit ton of DOOM and this could not have come at a better time

The Gilded Age | Getting Filthy Rich and Richly Corrupt in America | Nation RP

@LordZell lurking, don't count me as interested yet haha