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When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

I like how not one, but two criminals have been dragged into the saloon, all tied up! I like what I see so far, I'll have a reply up by today.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

And we're live, people! Go out there and have some cowboy fun! I'll join with my character and NPCs in not too long aftwards!

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

When revolvers ruled the West

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend;
those with loaded guns, and those who dig.
You dig."
- The man with no name

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The Old West
1881

Ever since the first Europeans set fot on American soil, they've always set their gaze across the land - somewhere far beyond that horizon - wondering what was awaiting them there. Many tried, and failed to venture West in search of so many things; gold, land, lost cities or the long awaitening of Christ Himself. Once they traversed that treacherous land of Indians, desert and wildlife, the white man came to stay.

First the Spanish came, exploring the land and setting up catholic missions. Then came the settlers, though few in numbers. Then finally came the Americans, their goal "Manifest Destiny"; America's right to rule from coast to coast, across the entire continent. And offically that barren land between the West Coast and what could be call civilization was under US law. But who was really in charge, in all those isolated towns and hamlets?

This was the Wild West, the Old West, the Frontier, whatever you would like to call it. Whatever you prefered, one thing never changed; this was "When Revolvers ruled the West".

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Haylliesburg
9th Feburary, 1881

The sun rises, casting long yet welcoming shadows from the houses lining Main Street. The overheating sun that would soon high tall up in the sky, overlooking the whole of Haylliesburg and more, was for a moment forgotten about as the townsfolk began their day's work in a somewhat comfortable temperature. Now that's to say there were still a few things to complain about, like for example all the dust dirtening the women's skirts and dresses, or the stealing of cattle that had just began to haunt the normally innocent railroad town.

The biggest complaint however was well-deserved though; the lack of a sheriff in town.

It had not been a week since the last sheriff sadly passed away; Mark Goldberg was his name, a fine gentleman indeed, and a crack of a shot they said. Now you couldn't say he was exactly tough on crime, but few complained of his methods, so things were pretty quiet. Then the Stranger came into town. He, whoever he was - he left no name - quietly rode into town on a morning much like this one, and simply walked into the Sheriff's office without as much as a "Good morning" to the ladies watching him from the saloon. Apparently he walked into his office, produced wanted-poster of the Sheriff, shooting him in cold blood and leaving him with the wanted-posted nailed to his head with a knife.

Of course people were scared of such events, but so far things had gone quiet enough for the calm peoples of Haylliesburg; if you excluded the dust and the cattle-theft of course, and all those small lies that lurked beneath the surface. It was nothing special for this town, all towns across America were the same. But our story doesn't start anywhere, it starts here in Haylliesburg on a quiet February morning, with several unknown figures riding - or walking - into town. Some might even arrive with the morning train, a quite new addition to the growing town.

All that is certain is that those newcomers are in for one hell of a ride, especially if they find one of those wanted-posters hanging around or find themselves at the wrong end of a poker game. But hey, that's just a normal day in the Wild West.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

The opening IC post will hopefully be up some time tomorrow! Got too much shit to deal with right now, but we'll be riding into Haylliesburg within the week! I promise you that!

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@FallenTrinity You better watch where you're going, kiddo; you might fall and scream for you mama <.< *Spits*

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas Khaleen [hider=insert title of hider ] Your character sheet [/hider ] without the spaces.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas KhaleenThat's more like it! Now just put it into a hider and you're good to go :)

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Erik Torvald Viken

Erik Torvald Viken

Picture taken from his service in the 15th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry.

Character basics

Name: Erik Torvald Viken
Nicknames/alias: Tuna, Babyface, Norway, Swede (which he severly dislikes)
Age: 38
Place of birth & ethnicity: Norway, a town called «Bergheim» now deserted. Norwegian, Caucasian.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Cattle herder and the occasional gun-for-hire.

Character appearance & personality

Apperance: Even for his age, one might take Erik for a much younger man; his round cheeks, hairless face and innocent-looking green eyes fools them who do not get to know him. His hair short and blonde, combed back in a make-shift fashion; it's practical he says. His height serves him well enough at an average 5'7", his build the same of an average type. But looks are decieving, aren't they?

Clothing: A long brown jacket worn over a white shirt sports Erik, a pair of dirty jeans, held up by suspenders. He wears a pair of military boots, well worn, and a well-used slouch-hat finds itself planted onto his head.
Personal style: Being used to driving herds of cattle over long distances, Erik prefers the style he already wears. It's practical, and cheap enough to fix or replace pieces of clothing when needed.

Personality: How does one describe Erik? Well you could begin with the fact that he is quite friendly, even to strangers. He was once a stranger to America himself, and knows how it is to be looked upon badly. He gives a friendly smile and a helping hand when needed, unless you point out his foreigness to him; the worst thing you can call him is "A Swede", for which you might find him pushing you out of his way. If you've treated him worse after him trying to be friendly, he's not afraid of giving you a well-deserved punch. Not killing you though, he only kills people who try to kill him.

Habits: If near it, Erik will pull out a piece of straw and chew on it whenever possible. You might also find him pulling his suspenders and pants up, as if them being too big for him, including him swearing in Norwegian whenever the need arises.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Half a lifetime has taught Erik how to ride a horse and herd cattle, without falling off said horse in the process. One might even say that he’s learned how to “talk” with the creatures, though that is of course an overstatement; he simply knows how to read them and what do to in certain situations.

Combat skills: He was in the army for a few years; in fact served through the whole Civil War and lived, giving him enough experience with a rifle and the occational carnage that his officer would call "Charging the enemy". In later years, he's gotten decent enough with a cattle revolver, though his ace is with his rifle.

Items on your person: 1873 Colt Single Action Army Revolver and varying amounts of ammunition for said weapon; his clothes and 48$.

Additional stuff: Winchester modell 1873 and ammunition for said weapon; his army uniform and spare clothes (one pair); Protestant Bible in Danish; satchel; blanket; cutlery and comb.

History

What brings you to Haylliesburg: In a country growing more suspecious of foreigners - even if they are legally American citizens -, Erik found himself moving to the frontier in search of work. He ended up in Haylliesburg by chance, leaving the group of travellers he had accompanied upon hearing if the possibility of protecting cattle from bandits.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Erik doesn't come from America, not ever from the rugged lands of Minnesota or North Dakota; born and raised in the 'Old Country' of Norway, in a little town located just beneath a mountain, the last thought during his childhood was for him to become what he became. So nothing special can be said about his childhood, until the mountain came crashing down on the town.

His mother was one of the missing people after the avelanche, alongside most of the townsfolk. His father and him had little left, and with no support from neither locals or governmental departments, Erik's father felt that their best course of action was to leave for America. With what little money they had left, they bought the cheapest tickets possible and boarded an 'America-liner' to take them to the New World.

A very small piece of land, way north in Minnesota was all they could afford. Erik had to spend much of his time at a ranch, working to earn enough for the two of them to get by. He did learn a whole lot about riding and herding cattle from it, though that was as much as he got from it. And then the war came.

Eager to serve a greater purpose than just herding cattle, Erik volunteered for the 15h Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry and served under Colonel Heg through the war. Nothing extraordinary occured to him, except being wounded and treated (without amputation, surprisingly) before being sent back to the war. He was decent enough with a rifle, though by no means getting close to being rewarded the Medal of Honor. Some claim it was because of him not really being an American citizen by birth, but he simply brushes it off as him doing his duty for his new homeland, not asking for much more.

With the war over, Erik set his sight back home again and took charge of the farm his father initially set up. If he learned quickly how to aim and shoot during the war, it was his time managing the farm that he learned how to kill without remorse; bandits and other kinds of renegades found their isolated farmstead a fine picking, and time and time again Erik found himself firing warning shots to scare them away. The warning shots turned eventually to aiming for their legs, which in turn ended up with him simply aiming for the chest, which worked out in the end. Well, at least until his father died in said raid, and Erik decided it was better to leave than to stay and face the same fate. Besides, he was no longer welcomed in the town, having gone beyond the law to revenge his father's death. Strange how the killer of your father's killers was still looked upon as a killer?

Working his way southwards, serving as a cattle-herder whenever needed and the occational gun-for-fire (which he slowly came to enjoy, perhaps because he knew he was starting to get good at it). The further he travelled south, the more he worked with his guns and less with his lazoo. And now he stands at the edge of Halliesburg, looking to see if Erik the Herder is needed, or Erik Babyface is needed for some shooting.

Extra

Anything else you feel needs to be added, but doesn’t fit anywhere else.

• Click me, if you dare?
• Though I think the two other movies in the "trilogy" are fantastic, this one really stuck with me. It might have been the last part, the tension hanging in the air and great acting.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas KhaleenWell now you know it, and what to do.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas KhaleenI'm sorry to ask this, but have you actually read through the OP?