Jones Sparrow

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

THE OOC IS FINALLY UP!!!

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/137458-agents-of-the-west/ooc#post-3779587

So sorry for such a long delay!

Agents of the West

Henry Leopold Adams

Name:Henry Leopold Adams, goes by Leo

Age:28

AKA: Coyote

Appearance:
Normally wears a black vest with a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, matching dress pants and riding boots. Has a family revolver on his belt, as well as a pocket watch that is always in his right pocket.

Occupation: Agent of the West

Bio: Leo doesn't talk much about his past, the only thing people know about him is that he was a Union Soldier in the Civil War, he's been actively roaming the West for two years now, and took down one of the biggest gang leaders in Texas ((Pretty much gonna develop my backstory in the RP))

Personality: Leo is known for his silver tongue. He's a charmer, witty, and a quick thinker. Although he normally plays the dumb card whenever he's somewhere new, he's always cautious and treats situations with precision. He's extremely brave, and loyal to the few he trusts in the West, but he's not above taking advantage of people he thinks deserves to be tricked and cheated.

Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know!

Other: Has a large scar going all across his back, and his hand shakes subtly due to his time in the Civil War

Agents of the West

In 1871, it came to the United States Government's attention that there were more people than ever moving to the unknown West, and that with these large crowds moving, there was no control or order. Towns were run by sheriffs, gangs, corrupt lawmen and companies, or all of the above. Men and women lived in constant fear, not knowing when their last peaceful day would be. President Ulysses S Grant then filed a order to gather all of America's most skilled and talented women together, and give them a very important task.

These agents were tasked with bringing justice and order to the legendary Wild West. Their skills immediately made them known. They had the ability to take down ruthless outlaws, gang operations, crooked politicians, cheats, and whoever else they thought were deserving of punishment. They had their own regions to travel to, so Agents rarely worked together. Instead they hired locals who wanted revenge, justice, redemption, or money to work with them and take out a common enemy. They were instantly feared throughout the West.

It is now 1873. Most of the Agents have either died doing their job, retired, or became just another power hungry criminal. They became legends, stories that people would tell over campfires... But there are still a few out there, still doing their job, and doing everything they can to tame the West.

One Agent has made a name for himself in what is now Northern Texas, and must assemble a team of new allies and old friends to take down the most dangerous threat he's ever encountered.

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RULES:

1) Please keep this to one or two characters, its just easier to maintain and has more opportunities for people to join!
2) In order to keep people from falling behind, everyone has to wait for two other posts before posting again
3) Don't be a jerk, if you have a problem please talk it out like good human beings and if that doesn't work please let me know
4) This will be a wild west RP so things can get pretty messed up, drugs, sex, alcohol, and vulgarity will all be present
5) I prefer quality over quantity, so please don't be afraid of posting short posts, but no one sentenced responses, it does absolutely nothing to continue the story
6) Enjoy yourselves!! This is your RP as much as its mine, so if you have an idea for anything please let me know and we can see if we can add it in!

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name:
Age:
AKA: Optional
Appearance:
Occupation: rancher, bartender, Agent of the West, etc
Bio: Doesn't have to be long
Personality:
Family/Relationship?: Optional, could be family members, lovers, close friends, friends with benefits, etc.
Other:

MY CHARACTER FOR REFERENCE:

Henry Leopold Adams

Name:Henry Leopold Adams, goes by Leo

Age:28

AKA: Coyote

Appearance:
Normally wears a black vest with a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, matching dress pants and riding boots. Has a family revolver on his belt, as well as a pocket watch that is always in his right pocket.

Occupation: Agent of the West

Bio: Leo doesn't talk much about his past, the only thing people know about him is that he was a Union Soldier in the Civil War, he's been actively roaming the West for two years now, and took down one of the biggest gang leaders in Texas ((Pretty much gonna develop my backstory in the RP))

Personality: Leo is known for his silver tongue. He's a charmer, witty, and a quick thinker. Although he normally plays the dumb card whenever he's somewhere new, he's always cautious and treats situations with precision. He's extremely brave, and loyal to the few he trusts in the West, but he's not above taking advantage of people he thinks deserves to be tricked and cheated.

Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know!

Other: Has a large scar going all across his back, and his hand shakes subtly due to his time in the Civil War

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

The RP is taking longer to make than expected, I want to make it nice for you guys! Ill will absolutely be up tomorrow and I'll post a link in this IC, but until then I need to get some rest before i collapse

thanks for understanding!

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

awesome! Welcome aboard! Hopefully I can get an OOC up later today!

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

awesome, glad to see there's some interest!

and it's good to see you again, @Nightwing95 I'm looking forward to working with you again!

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

Prologue

If you're plannin' on going out west, there are a few things you gotta know. The Wild West is one beautiful, and fucked up mistress.

A large wagon, with a group of horseback riders surrounding it, charged down a desert path. They were being chased by a single man with a handkerchief over his face, desperate to keep up. He wore a black vest, a sweat stained collared shirt, dirt stained dress pants and match brown boots.

The rider caught up to the wagon, pulling out a pistol. "William McDonnell! I've come for you!" the man screamed, taking out his gun and aiming at the gang members riding. He squeezed off a shot and immediately leaned over to the opposite side of his horse, hiding behind it.

And the people inhabiting this land are a lot more fucked up than Lady West.

A horseman made his way close to the stranger, aiming his gun at him. The stranger sat right side up again, still ducked, and then closed the gap inbetween the two. The stranger lifted up the man's shooting arm, sending a bullet into the sky. With his other hand, the masked man grabbed a large knife from his belt and stabbed him in the shoulder, pushing him off.

Now the Lord and Lady West know I ain't a saint... But I do do work that no other man nor woman would ever wanna do.

The masked man gained speed as he got parallel to the carriage. The driver looked at him with hatred as he tried to aim his gun at the man. He slowed down just in time to dodge a bullet, and he steered the horse to go on the other side. He got close to the wagon, and reached his hand out to try and grab the roof of it, very slowly and with difficulty standing up on his horse.

No I don't claim bounties, or wear a fancy little badge claimin' I run a washed down town no bigger than my pinky toe.

A bullet hit the masked man's horse, and the animal tumbled down and got left behind as the carriage raged on, and the man now held on to it for dear life. He found a foothold on the small window on the side, and he managed to climb on top of the wagon. He put his belly to the wood as the driver tried to shake him off, and reload his gun at the same time. The stranger climbed to the front, trying to wrestle the gun out of the man's hand, as well as the reigns as bullets continued to fly.

I work for the United States Government."

The driver was shot, and the horses continued on, even faster now due to the loud gunshots. The stranger tried to calm the horses down, but to no avail. Just then a large rough hand grabbed the stranger from his neck, and threw him backwards. The masked man managed to hold on to the roof still, and looked up to see the ugliest and dirties man he had ever seen. He was bald, his eyes dark and cruel. He had a large tobacco stained beard, and a gruesome scar across his face. He bared his yellow missing teeth in what seemed to be a snarl. "You's the son'bitch gov'met man killin' my boys?"

Now I know what you're probably thinkin'. What the hell is a federal agent doing so far out West? Why ain't he collecting taxes and sitting at a desk doing paperwork? I'm not an ordinary federal agent.

The masked man's first punch did nothing to the man's stomach. He moved swiftly out of the way of a giant fist, and tried another quick punch to the gut to him only laughing. William McDonnell picked up the man with ease, and threw him downward hard onto the carriage top, the wood giving in, and the man taking a trip down into the carriage.

Washington D.C. realized just how cruel and fucked up Lady West was, so President Grant himself handpicked me and a few other gentlemen and women, to venture out onto the Range, and tidy things up. A lot of people gave in to the Mistress, by death or corruption, but me? I am mighty fine at my job, and sticking with it.

The stranger was exactly where he wanted to be. The carriage was filled with goods, and explosives, and lit by a lamp, but the only thing he was concerned about was... He stood up and saw on a barrel of dynamite was a large bag. The man tossed the bag over his shoulder, and started for the door... Until a hand grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. William McDonnell had made his way down in the cart with him. He continued to smash the man's body into the side of the cart, and unknown to the both of them, the lamp fell over, and setting fire to a bag of goods. The stranger fell to the ground after a hit, saw the fire, and his eyes went wide with fear.

I've been doin this for a while now, meeting some of my fellow comrades along our path, but we usually keep to ourselves.

The stranger could only hold on to the bag at this point, but he wasn't giving in. He threw a few punches, and kicks, but his ultimate goal was to get closer to the door, and make sure that McDonnell was in between him and the fire. McDonnell wasn't a smart man, so he only noticed the smell and heat of the fire until it was too late. The carriage exploded, sending the two men flying out of it.

We don't always work alone. We usually assemble a group of locals to help us any chance we can. People out for justice, revenge, money, it doesn't really matter, as long as our job gets finished at the end of the day. And when everything's said and done our group disbands and we find more willing to help. But some stay.

The whole side of the masked stranger's body was covered in soot and ash, his clothes, thick brown hair, and beard were still smoking. He winced at the pain as he tried to sit up, but once he did he looked around at his surroundings.He managed to live due to the gang leader's body, which was a mess next to him. Debris from the wagon was everywhere, anyone next to the carriage was also either dead or unconscious. The bag was a few feet away, and the stranger grabbed it, letting out a grunt of pain, and pulling out a pocket watch. He was still on time.

The man limped over to the closest horse he could, climbed on board, and rode his way back towards the direction they came, back to the town. He had a delivery to make.

My name is Henry Leopold Adams. Friends call me Leo, people in the west call me the Coyote. I was fortunate enough to get a nickname by Lady West, while others of my profession aren't so lucky to get one while living. This ain't an easy job, and many call it a lost cause. They say no one can tame the West, not even the United States... But not even Lady West can escape Lady Liberty.

So if you didn't want to read the long (and possibly confusing) little thing I wrote, I want to make a Wild West RP!!

It'll take place sometime in the early 1870's, and the whole idea behind it is that a few very skilled and trained men and women were hired by the government to travel out west and try to tame the wild. That could be by taking down crime organizations, corrupt officials, helping towns and settlements, and a ton of other things. These officials are usually stationed in their own little zones, so they tend to not work together, but they hire people to help them with their work.

It could be Native Americans, townsmen, anyone that's within the West is fair game. And they don't always have to be bought with money. They could be looking for revenge and so the agents offer them justice, people may want redemption, or just want the thrill of the adventure or since the agents have a few strings they can pull, they can negotiate offers with people depending on what it is!

Its a fairly simple plot, but I thought it'd be fun, and the possibilities on where this goes is endless!! And of course any specific questions about the RP, whether thoughts or comments I'll respond with and try to give an answer!

The Marauders

Doing well! I finally have free time and I'm finally able to catch up on some things around the site!!

How're you, @Akayaofthemoon??

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

As soon as DareDevil stopped Lexi from walking Spider-Man was about to look at the man and push him away... But he didn't. The main reason was because his spider senses didn't go off when he did so. The two stared at each other for a while, but the fact that Peter couldn't see the man's eyes made him feel a bit uncomfortable. But he also wears a full mask, so who was he to judge? Spider-Man's head tilted a bit at his response. "Uh... Okay.." He replied, before Lexi made her way into the building through the ducts. "So, how do you want to approach this?" DareDevil asked, his hearing keeping a steady focus on the faint footsteps, but also his god daughter.

"I have an idea... but I'll need to give you a piggy back real quick."

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The silent footsteps of the super trained mercenaries walked through the main room of the Daily Bugle. Getting in was a simple task, and finishing their mission seemed to be even simpler. The five men walked very quietly, scanning the room and checking the other offices before walking towards the door of the J.J. Jameson. The office light was still on as the leader of the squad put his hand on the door knob, and very silently pushed it open to reveal...

The room was empty. The leader stepped in, looking at the corners. No one was in the room, the desk was filled with papers, the chair looked away from the door, and only the lamp gave light into the room. Just then the chair turned around to reveal Spider-Man sitting casually in it. "Hey, guys. I like the team outfits, looks menacing." Spider-Man dodged a bullet shooting out of the silenced gun, as two more of the men tried to rush into the door, just then the door was kicked in their face. Daredevil was hiding behind it, and he immediately smacked the leader in the face with his baton. In the seat in the corner behind Daredevil was Peter's boss, tied up in web, his mouth shut, but that didn't stop him from screaming and his face turning red.

Peter saw the door opened and two of the men aimed at the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Peter shot two strings of web at their guns, and pulling them diagonally, the silenced guns shooting into the ground.

He knew Lexi would appear any minute to give a surprise from above, he was looking forward to this little fight that was going to go down.

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

For someone who has never been to a game, Robert thought, Marian sure knew how to fit in with the crowd! She was a natural, and beautiful as she cheered, moaned after a bad call, leapt out of her seat in joy, and laughing together as they both took turns shouting insults to the opposing batter up on the plate. He wondered if the Governor would look into his wallet and find the note early, and end the game early because of "security." He wondered if this would be enough for Little John to get off his back. He wondered if Marian was having a great time with someone she once couldn't stand. The only way this game would be perfect is if--

The crowd started to go crazy as a ball came flying into the stands, directly towards them. Marian commented on how they wouldn't be able to catch it, but Robert's green eyes stared intensely at the ball, he got out his glove, got out of his seat, and without looking away, leapt into the aisle, and started to run up the stairs, trying to predict where the ball was going. He accidentally knocked over a popcorn vendor, and slid through a couple walking back to their seats. He got to the top of the stairs, and saw the ball was going to the next level of seats above... No! It was falling just below that! The ball was going to hit the concrete wall that served as the barrier for the upper stands.

Robert wasn't really thinking. He spent a lot of years learning small skills to navigate the busy New York Streets. He ran towards the nearest column, jumping up, bent his leg on the concrete, then kicked off, his arm fully extended as he reached for the ball!

He landed with a small roll, but made contact with another column as he hit the ground. Dazed, he looked around to hear cheering from everywhere. He looked down to see the ball in his glove. He gave a large grin, his eyes blurry from hitting his head, but glad that he was able to catch it. It was a great gift for Marian.

Hopefully the little stunt he pulled didn't look too impressive. It wasn't a huge jump, just a simple trick.