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Alright, I know we got a couple more people making some Characters, but does anyone have an idea on how they want to start their story?


I was thinking Bernard could start by either blowing something up (or at least trying to), or being incarcerated for public drunkeness and disturbing the peace.

With option A, he's more pro-active with his hatred for Dawson. With option B, it would be a little more pathetic (but probably easier to integrate with other people who are looking to cause Dawson some harm, if you catch my drift.)

It would depend on what you think would work best with the RP's story and such.


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33

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Bernard Young may not be the smartest man in the West, nor the fastest gun (or the most accurate, for that matter), but, doggone it, he might just be the most resilient. When he was just a three-year-old babe, while his father and his father’s father were hunting and Bernard was home with his uncle and grandmother, Dawson’s men came via a boat. His family’s estate was nearby what’s now known as the town of Dawson, right next to the river. They wanted to seize the land, just as they had done with the town. Joe, his uncle, tried to fight back. He picked up his father’s rifle, said his prayers, and started shooting.

By the time Bernard’s father and grandfather came home, all they found was the mutilated corpse of Joe, the bloody, brutalized remains of the family’s matriarch, the crying, hidden Bernard, and a note by the door that read: “This now here land is the property of Mr. Richard Dawson, a most righteous, pious, and respected man.”

A most righteous, pious, and respected man.

Those were the words with which Bernard came to identify the man who took everything away from his family and murdered his kin, and so he did everything in his power to be anything but.

Bernard grew up to become a drunk, irreverent, godless, no good scoundrel; always in the search for gold. He went everywhere and elsewhere in his journey, rarely finding anything of worth, but becoming an expert on demolition, survival and sneakery (after all, one's never the only one searching for gold in any given place, and greed can be a great motivator for man's most violent instincts) in the process. His talent for making things go boom made him earn the title Powderfinger.

Now, he’s right back where he started. On that damned town they call Dawson. Only this time, he’s not looking for gold. As the tales his father used to tell him as a child come back with urgency to his mind, so does the desire for revenge. Bernard’s got a fistful of dynamite and a good idea of where Mr. Richard Dawson (righteous, pious, respected) can stick it.

Weapons
An old Colt Dragoon Revolver, and a whole lot of dynamite.

Relationships
His whole family is dead, but he’s always accompanied by his faithful hound-dog Old King.

Recruited?
No.


Age
33

Bio
Bernard Young may not be the smartest man in the West, nor the fastest gun (or the most accurate, for that matter), but, doggone it, he might just be the most resilient. When he was just a three-year-old babe, while his father and his father’s father were hunting and Bernard was home with his uncle and grandmother, Dawson’s men came via a boat. His family’s estate was nearby what’s now known as the town of Dawson, right next to the river. They wanted to seize the land, just as they had done with the town. Joe, his uncle, tried to fight back. He picked up his father’s rifle, said his prayers, and started shooting.

By the time Bernard’s father and grandfather came home, all they found was the mutilated corpse of Joe, the bloody, brutalized remains of the family’s matriarch, the crying, hidden Bernard, and a note by the door that read: “This now here land is the property of Mr. Richard Dawson, a most righteous, pious, and respected man.”

A most righteous, pious, and respected man.

Those were the words with which Bernard came to identify the man who took everything away from his family and murdered his kin, and so he did everything in his power to be anything but.

Bernard grew up to become a drunk, irreverent, godless, no good scoundrel; always in the search for gold. He went everywhere and elsewhere in his journey, rarely finding anything of worth, but becoming an expert on demolition, survival and sneakery (after all, one's never the only one searching for gold in any given place, and greed can be a great motivator for man's most violent instincts) in the process. His talent for making things go boom made him earn the title Powderfinger.

Now, he’s right back where he started. On that damned town they call Dawson. Only this time, he’s not looking for gold. As the tales his father used to tell him as a child come back with urgency to his mind, so does the desire for revenge. Bernard’s got a fistful of dynamite and a good idea of where Mr. Richard Dawson (righteous, pious, respected) can stick it.

Weapons
An old Colt Dragoon Revolver, and a whole lot of dynamite.

Relationships
His whole family is dead, but he’s always accompanied by his faithful hound-dog Old King.

Recruited?
No.
I'll begin working on my CS soon.
Wow, wow, wow. I'm super into this.
Color me interested.
Welcome :)


Thanks!

If ya can cook 'em...

Then ya gotta kill 'em.

*pumps shotgun*

Welcome, though. From one tabletop fan to another!

I'm sure you'll be able to find something to suit your interests around here.


Thanks also! And I hope so.
And can yer cook 'em?

Hey, howdy, hello, hola. I'm Burrahobbit. Recently, I've been reading The Hobbit. I know, I know, what has taken me so long? Anyway, in the process, my role-playing vein strated to itch. I have a group of friends with whom I play D&D and such, but I'm not currently in the mood for twelve-hours long sessions. Therefore, I created this account. Anyway, I hope I find something to satisfy my urge. I'm looking for anything from fantasy to sci-fi to noir or just plain weird. As long as theres space for pulpy fun or creative musing, I'm down with it.
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