Jones Sparrow

A Western "Revenge" RP!

I'm almost done with the OOC, but I'm gonna wait a little bit until I feel like everyone who showed interest is online so you guys can get an opportunity to get their character :D stay tuned!

A Western "Revenge" RP!

Absolutely, there's room for everyone!

I'm gonna get an OOC out as soon as possible, i'll post a link for everyone here once it's out!

An idea or two! (Will eventually update!)

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A Western "Revenge" RP!

Awesome, Welcome to the site @SpicyMeatball!

There's definitely enough room for everyone, so I'm hoping to get an OOC up sometime in the near future!

A Western "Revenge" RP!

@MissCapnCrunch of course! Welcome aboard! :D

@Lumiere

Sorry about that! We can always change things up, the prologue was just A warm up for me haha

I’m still glad you’re interested though!

A Western "Revenge" RP!

Prologue

"You've made quite a reputation in Dawson today, Mister...?"

"Adams. Now I gotta confess, I didn't think I'd make myself known in such a crime heavy town today, ma'am. This place is twice the size of St. Louis, and I didn't think there was a sheriff's office period." The gentlemen took off his hat to reveal dark brown, dusty hair, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, and lighting it. "Well, you're looking at her, Mister Adams." The man known as Mister Adams looked up at her with green eyes, and laughed a bit. "Did you know, that I was born here, in the early years of this settlement? My mommy and daddy were hardworkin' folks. They were blacksmiths, didn't mind anyone, and just wanted a nice place to live. Dawson looked promising."

The woman let him continue speaking, which made the man lean forward now, taking a long intake of his cigarette. "Richard Dawson, the 'saint of the west' murdered my parents. Right in front of me. All because they sold some material to some Indian wanderers. Made 'em beg for their lives, 'Pray to the Almighty Lord in Heaven' He said. They pleaded, my mother held me, my father, a prideful man, threw that all away so that he could live. After all that's happened, he says to 'em 'He's not gonna help you today, I'm God around here.' and..." He imitates shooting a gun twice, staring into the eyes of the woman sheriff. He slowly lowered his hand and leaned back.

"I don't see what this has to do with today's crime--"

"Richard Dawson's days are numbered, Sheriff. It's only a matter of time before I make him beg, make him cry his 'saintly' tears out, and I watch him beg for his life, just like my parents did. Now I can just tell that you're a woman out there tryin' to make a difference. I'm not the only person here with parent issues, right? He's probably done some horrible, horrible things. His friends can do whatever they want in this god forsaken town, but the financial opportunities outweigh the dangers for simple, innocent folks."

The sheriff watched the man take another drawl from his cigarette. "So you committed multiple crimes here to make a point or something?"

"I got caught so I could talk to you. Because I know you're the only honest lawman here. Now your deputies might be crooked as a rodeo clown's back, but you have some power over 'em. I'm offering some advice. Let my crew and I get this job done, and you will have a clean and happy city in no time."

She laughed a bit, and the man known as Mr. Adams laughed with her. "It seems a bit hypocritical don't you think? Why would I try to stop crime by letting you and your boys do whatever the hell they want?"

"That's a fair point, sheriff. I'm not going to tell you how to do your job. Hell, you can come after us, and fight us, but know that we won't stop at nothin' until that demon is hanged high for all to see. Do what you need to, Sheriff." And with that, Mr. Adams flicked his cigarette towards the barred window, where a sudden pop and hiss was heard in the room. The man flipped the table up and kicked the sheriff's chair back to cover them both just in time for the wall to explode in a loud "BOOM!"

The sheriff coughed and wheezed as she looked around, pulling her gun out. She heard her deputies yelling and trying to open the door to the room, but it wouldn't be any use. "This isn't your fault, ma'am. But when Richard Dawson comes by and asks you what happened, you can tell him that Henry Leopold Adams and every other man and woman he's destroyed is coming for him. The sheriff stared in shock, her eyes going wide. "You're the Coyote."

Leo Adams, known as the Coyote simply grinned and winked at her before he climbed through the hole in the wall, disappearing in the chaos.

I'm back, and have been thinking about a story about a bunch of men and woman, good or bad, wanting revenge on one person that they think is the worst man in the Wild West: Richard Dawson. He's the richest man in the West, taking a small town and making it a large, bustling western-metropolis, with casinos, saloons, ferry's, farms, etc. The town is full of criminals, and there is no sense of law or "good-doing." Innocent people are killed, raped, tortured for no reason. It is advertised as the "Best in the West" to the Easterners, but that is far from the truth.

A man is trying to recruit people who Dawson has wronged in the past, because he too has a history with the man. It will take all of these members to come together and work to take Richard Dawson down. It won't be that easy though. They have to take smaller jobs to get to him, by taking out his "lawmakers", lawyers, hitmen, the list goes on. Not everyone in this team will be morally good or bad, they could have any reason to hunt down Dawson, they just need to hate him enough to not give in to the money or power he offers...

It'll be like a super ridiculous action movie with drama, and romance, and adventure, and stuff like that!

With that said, this will probably be a Medium Group RP, it all depends on how much interest this gets XD

is anyone interested SO FAR? Any questions, or suggestions I will happy answer/respond to via PM or in this thread!

EDIT: Changed a few minor errors in the Prologue

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

"You're focusing too much on my right side. You have to expect the left as well. Don't stand like that. Move your hands--there you go."

"That was exactly how I was standing!"

"If you were, I wouldn't be telling you different. Try again."

"Bruce, I'm tired, I've been doing this all day!"

"Once you can lay a hit on me, you can stop... You said you wanted to train, Dick. This isn't some karate class, and I'm not going to go easy on you. No one will when you're on the streets, doing this on your own. Now get back up. Start again."

Even after the training was done, Dick, Tim, and Barbara were still unsure of what they just did. But Robin and Nightwing stayed in the shadows, observing, watching for any indication that Abbie Dent could be lying. Dick hoped what she said was the truth. She was playing the part of evil villain rather well, and the way she talked and asserted herself reminded Nightwing that she was very much like her father in some ways. At her comment on Dick, Tim's voice cracked into his ear softly. "Ouch." He muttered. Nightwing didn't respond, instead he kept staring through the cracked warehouse window.

"We got a good visual surveillance, but the audio is a bit messed up. The water, and the start of this storm is making that part difficult." Barbara said quietly through comms. "So, it's all up to Miss Dent and our trust in her." Tim concluded.

Dick was far too focused on the events unfolding, and thinking about Harvey Dent. What exactly did he have planned? Yeah, he was a crime boss, but uniting the crime world wasn't his forte. He did things his way... Someone would have to be higher up the chain. They had the perfect way to get in. If this worked out, more frequent visits with Abby Dent would have to be in order. She could tell them when to attack certain people, giving them information in the most subtle way, and hopefully doing what Bruce had wanted all along: To make this city safe; To have the people's hearts outshine the darkness. He hoped that after all of this was done, that Dick could possibly see her again... Not as vigilantes, but as people. Or could they? He knew the risks, and the dangers of doing this. If she had been the daughter of any other person, he could have pushed that aside, and see what they could have been after this, if she was true to her words. As much as it confused him, he could still feel the touch of her lips lingering on his.

"When do you want to go after Penguin?" Robin spoke after a few minutes lost in thought.

"When she leaves... We gave her that contact device for a reason. If she's with us, she'll tell us when to go after Cobblepot."

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

YEah see I didn't know if this was the case or not and I didn't want to abuse the power of having an AI follow every directive.

@Dr Catfish

I appreciate that, but now you know he's at everyone's command! Just remember he's Committee property and probably has protocols on what he can and can't do for us little criminals XD

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@Tala Avana

Take your time, we'll be here if you need any help!

@ShiningSector

At this point, yeah. show those pirates what the Marauders can do!!

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

@Hawlin

No, drop the ship down, and fly near the damaged shop because it can't move as fast as the others might

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

This isn't want Raymond wanted. Carthus was doing an impressive amount of maneuvers to keep them from getting hit, while the Monroe's artillery struggled to find a target... But She wasn't meant for extreme combat. The Monroe was a expedition ship; which meant that they had some amazing armor and shields just in case of debris and other things floating in space, but also for these types of scenarios... And no matter what Raymond did with Kaite to try and improve on their offense, they were limited by the Committee and the ship's capabilities. Raymond wasn't going to give up hope yet. His ship has been through a lot over the three years of its voyage, and has saved Ray many times.

But now, as the pirates slowly surrounded the Monroe, and gave the message, Ray's brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the view outside. "The hell you are... Carthus, when I tell you, I need you to drop the Monroe down as fast as you can, and do your best to squeeze through the damaged ship, get the best angle to avoid some fire... I know, easier said than done. But I got faith. Tango, lock the cannons on the bottom of the ships, hopefully we can steal a couple punches before they react."

A voice entered his ear, a very deep one that he recognized as Gue'rach, someone who looked like a one man army. "Gue'rach, I got a question for you... How fast does that suit of yours go? And how do you feel about sniping some pressure points on the back of a maneuvering ship?" The question seemed casual, but he was crazy enough to do it at this point. "If we can get Nexus or Kaite to get some information about the ships, including their weakpoints, you can take a shot at them out of the hangar door, if you're up for the challenge."

Yeah, it was a crazy plan, but he didn't really see another option. He wasn't going to lose his ship to a bunch of pirates that got a jump on them. Call him prideful, or stupid, but he'd rather die than for that to happen. He also had a few non-combatants on board, and although he knew they could most likely take care of themselves (especially Rae), he didn't want them to know what it feels like to be taken hostage by insane space pirates.

So, if everything were to work out, he would have the ship dropping, Tango shooting, Geu'rach shooting at Kaite's coordinates that he sends to him on his HUD, and Raymond can set the coordinates for their warp drive. "Alright, anyone who knows how to man a cannon, get to the bridge. I need those weakpoints sent to Geu'rach soon. On my mark..." Ray stared at the ships, the Monroe had yet to respond or do anything, put the ships slowly started to move forward, seeming to think that the Marauders wouldn't be stupid enough to actually try and resist.

Raymond climbed into a control system that operated one of the cannons manually, locking in on Tango's coordinates. "Go!"