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A wanderer who is actually lost
STATUS: Is he back? Is he going to show up for 2 days and leave forever? Who knows! 5 yrs ago
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Is he back? Is he going to show up for 2 days and leave forever? Who knows!
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8 yrs ago
Gonna be real slow during finals time
8 yrs ago
Gonna get all my replies out friday. Life hit me like a brick this week
8 yrs ago
Just cleaned out my Pms. Got a little sad seeing how many old friends are gone.
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A little dude trying to write some fun things with other people. I love to talk with people (especially about different media such as movies, books, comics, art and cartoons).
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When did you get here?
@manapool1Imma teach you buddy. The wouldnt have extended mags, extendied barrles or even custom grips. The mauser was called the broom handle for a reason. Its also not cheap, they were expensive. Way above a barmans pay grade. The mauser was a rare gun, not that it was rare in that area. It wasnt a wide spread gun as you would be paying 1000+ there money for it. Given that they diddnt have inflation that was much, much more than 1000 your money. As you said, german gun. They wernt built in the US so would be transported. Rounds are more expensie given they fire smaller rounds as they have to go further. For a barman you could of just taken the volcanic pistole (Like a repeating pistol), A derenger or a lemonsqueezer (The derenger is a small pocket gun that fires two rounds from the chamber. The lemon squeezr fires 8, derenger was a popular gun for bartenders, dancers and gamblers. Lemon squeezer was rare.)
I had a feeling customization, other than grips, would be impossible at the time, and I knew they were rare. The rest was unknown to me. Seeing as he was a decent outlaw and a constant gambler in his younger ages, it would be possible to get one, but chances are he would have something like the above stated weapons. If you'd like, I can get rid of it.
With my other character, my main issue is some weapons I gave him as well. The Bolas are often associated with Aborigines. Still, I feel like they would work here.
@Error
I live in a town that was one of the end of the trails...I know a lot cause Kansas.
I don't know much, being from new york and my family mainly from Canada.
@manapool1
XD I'll check it out now
Just a fair warning, these guys are going to be a bit of a contrast from most of my characters.... I hope!
Appearance: 
Name: "Only three people know that name, so why bother? It's Kreig. Kreig Shultz
Nickname (Optional):"I've been know as the desert phantom or phantom poncho. You've heard of me right? Please?"
Age: "I may be aging, but I'm still a stallion in the prime of his youth!" [color=blue] Kreig is 37 years old. [/colors]
Gender: "...Do I look like a harlot! I am the desert phantom, you respond to me as a man or I'll blast your hide!"
Height: "I'm a beast! A whole six feet and one inch, so come at me!"
Weight: "That's right, a whole two hundred twenty pounds of raw muscle for all the ladies!"
Job: "I'm the best damn bounty hunter in the universe! Test me if you dare"
Weapon of Choice: "I suppose I use my old scatter gun I've had since I was a young one when stone comes to through. Touch it and you die"
Outfit (Optional):
Skills: "I've been know for my nearly impossible dodging skills. Let's not forget my unending skill with weapons used only by fellow natives and a natural sense for tracking and you've got yourself the best killer around. I'm also a great lover!"
Bio (Optional): Up to the age of 9, becoming an honorary hunter for his tribe, Kreig was away from his home when the rest of his family was attacked. Returning with the rest of his troop, they saved the remaining children and girls by killing the bandits who had raided them. Taking a scattergun used to kill his father and mother, the native left to get money for his tribe, promising weapons to keep them alive and food money. Hoping to sell medicine, Kreig learned that his kind where often seen a savage, thus he dawned his odd outfit. It was not until he used the shotgun to rid his town of more bandits did his killer ability become reawakened. Becoming a deputy for a short time, he would battle almost everyday. It was not until he was bested and captured by a bandit that he explained his story to anyone else. The marauder told him that his tribe was now dead, the rest of them ending their lives on the trail of tears. With this news, he joined the outlaw and they turned into bounty hunters. After his newly made friend died in a bout, he carried on alone. Now he needs help with a new enemy, and seeks the help of an old rival.
Theme Song (Optional):Aint no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant
Other: Is always surrounded by a smell of smelling salts and sulfur.
Name: "Only three people know that name, so why bother? It's Kreig. Kreig Shultz
Nickname (Optional):"I've been know as the desert phantom or phantom poncho. You've heard of me right? Please?"
Age: "I may be aging, but I'm still a stallion in the prime of his youth!" [color=blue] Kreig is 37 years old. [/colors]
Gender: "...Do I look like a harlot! I am the desert phantom, you respond to me as a man or I'll blast your hide!"
Height: "I'm a beast! A whole six feet and one inch, so come at me!"
Weight: "That's right, a whole two hundred twenty pounds of raw muscle for all the ladies!"
Job: "I'm the best damn bounty hunter in the universe! Test me if you dare"
Weapon of Choice: "I suppose I use my old scatter gun I've had since I was a young one when stone comes to through. Touch it and you die"
Outfit (Optional):
Skills: "I've been know for my nearly impossible dodging skills. Let's not forget my unending skill with weapons used only by fellow natives and a natural sense for tracking and you've got yourself the best killer around. I'm also a great lover!"
Bio (Optional): Up to the age of 9, becoming an honorary hunter for his tribe, Kreig was away from his home when the rest of his family was attacked. Returning with the rest of his troop, they saved the remaining children and girls by killing the bandits who had raided them. Taking a scattergun used to kill his father and mother, the native left to get money for his tribe, promising weapons to keep them alive and food money. Hoping to sell medicine, Kreig learned that his kind where often seen a savage, thus he dawned his odd outfit. It was not until he used the shotgun to rid his town of more bandits did his killer ability become reawakened. Becoming a deputy for a short time, he would battle almost everyday. It was not until he was bested and captured by a bandit that he explained his story to anyone else. The marauder told him that his tribe was now dead, the rest of them ending their lives on the trail of tears. With this news, he joined the outlaw and they turned into bounty hunters. After his newly made friend died in a bout, he carried on alone. Now he needs help with a new enemy, and seeks the help of an old rival.
Theme Song (Optional):Aint no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant
Other: Is always surrounded by a smell of smelling salts and sulfur.
I WAS MAKING THE SECOND CHARACTER AND ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED OUT OF THE TAB!
@manapool1
Sure! I may kill my character off later just depends.
I see. This guy is going to be a bounty hunter and bandit mix who used to be a big rival of Reds. Basically he's going to came in and request Reds help with some bandits who he leads into town for us to take on.
Appearance: 
Name: "Not something I get asked every day, and it's not something I like to say. But my name is Kilean Ortiz Cruz"
Nickname (Optional): "People used to call me red death, or kid red, something like that... but now I like just red, but most people call me 'give me another' or something"
Age: "I hate to say it, but I'm no longer my spry old self. I happen to be thirty one. It's not like I'm counting"
Gender: "do I look like a woman? I thought this was self explanatory"
Height: "that's a dumb question, unless you're reading off a bounty, I doubt it matters. Look, I'm Five foot six ok!"
Weight: "what, are you doing to ask me for tips on a diet next? I weight one hundred fourth six pounds got it?"
Job (Cowboy, Saloon Girl, Sheriff, etc.): "I'm a bartender, and I wish I had been for life"
Weapon of Choice: "I like what I have, and I have what I want. Keep your wits with you and we wont need to see my weapon" Red uses a very polished but worn German mauser model 712 pistol with an extended clip, custom grip and extended barrel. He keeps it tucked away at the bar most the time. This gun has seven notches cared into the grip's side.
Outfit (Optional):
Skills: "I was known for my skills in a quick drawl for a while, and I can make a mean cocktail. Let's not forget my luck, but that isn't really a skill"
Bio (Optional): Being from a family of south Americans who had moved to Texas to train others, the over take by America forced them into poor states of living. After seeing his brothers, who he had always thought as amazing and unmovable, were beaten and killed by young cowboys for fun, he set out for revenge. At the age of ten, with a shovel and killer instinct he killed the three men. Returning home, his parents, mortified by his actions, kicked him out of the house. Now alone with nothing but a bag of supplies and a stolen gun and shovel, ten year old Red set out to find his way. When attacked by bandits one night, they took him for random. When they learned he was alone, they offered to train red. As a teen, he earned the name of kid red as he was already a decent gun slinger and noted for his skills in cockfights and cards. His recklessness and bombastic, childish attitude made him a scary opponent. It was a free and joyful life, until the bounties struck out. With an older native american man in odd clothing killing his first gang but not him, he started out with three old friends. They became great outlaws and amazing bank robbers, but more happened to Red. Red was affected by the old gang, and began to train harder to be a better fighter. His skills went to an all time high. But again, life was going to crash. After finding a priceless hunk of gold, his team grew anxious. One man tried to run away, but was caught and whipped. He died that night. The next, and red's only real friend, attempted to shoot him in the back. To Red's luck he missed, one shot to the side and the other to the leg. Surviving long enough to get to the next town, it became clear he could never fully heal, and that his days as a lone bandit where over. This put him into a life of drinking and useless lust. After a while, he washed up at a saloon that noticed just who he was and, knowing his skill and needing someone to keep trouble away, hired red. Since then he has taken away his days as a rough neck and returned to make an honest living.
Theme Song (Optional):
Other:
Name: "Not something I get asked every day, and it's not something I like to say. But my name is Kilean Ortiz Cruz"
Nickname (Optional): "People used to call me red death, or kid red, something like that... but now I like just red, but most people call me 'give me another' or something"
Age: "I hate to say it, but I'm no longer my spry old self. I happen to be thirty one. It's not like I'm counting"
Gender: "do I look like a woman? I thought this was self explanatory"
Height: "that's a dumb question, unless you're reading off a bounty, I doubt it matters. Look, I'm Five foot six ok!"
Weight: "what, are you doing to ask me for tips on a diet next? I weight one hundred fourth six pounds got it?"
Job (Cowboy, Saloon Girl, Sheriff, etc.): "I'm a bartender, and I wish I had been for life"
Weapon of Choice: "I like what I have, and I have what I want. Keep your wits with you and we wont need to see my weapon" Red uses a very polished but worn German mauser model 712 pistol with an extended clip, custom grip and extended barrel. He keeps it tucked away at the bar most the time. This gun has seven notches cared into the grip's side.
Outfit (Optional):
Skills: "I was known for my skills in a quick drawl for a while, and I can make a mean cocktail. Let's not forget my luck, but that isn't really a skill"
Bio (Optional): Being from a family of south Americans who had moved to Texas to train others, the over take by America forced them into poor states of living. After seeing his brothers, who he had always thought as amazing and unmovable, were beaten and killed by young cowboys for fun, he set out for revenge. At the age of ten, with a shovel and killer instinct he killed the three men. Returning home, his parents, mortified by his actions, kicked him out of the house. Now alone with nothing but a bag of supplies and a stolen gun and shovel, ten year old Red set out to find his way. When attacked by bandits one night, they took him for random. When they learned he was alone, they offered to train red. As a teen, he earned the name of kid red as he was already a decent gun slinger and noted for his skills in cockfights and cards. His recklessness and bombastic, childish attitude made him a scary opponent. It was a free and joyful life, until the bounties struck out. With an older native american man in odd clothing killing his first gang but not him, he started out with three old friends. They became great outlaws and amazing bank robbers, but more happened to Red. Red was affected by the old gang, and began to train harder to be a better fighter. His skills went to an all time high. But again, life was going to crash. After finding a priceless hunk of gold, his team grew anxious. One man tried to run away, but was caught and whipped. He died that night. The next, and red's only real friend, attempted to shoot him in the back. To Red's luck he missed, one shot to the side and the other to the leg. Surviving long enough to get to the next town, it became clear he could never fully heal, and that his days as a lone bandit where over. This put him into a life of drinking and useless lust. After a while, he washed up at a saloon that noticed just who he was and, knowing his skill and needing someone to keep trouble away, hired red. Since then he has taken away his days as a rough neck and returned to make an honest living.
Theme Song (Optional):
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