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The Sandy Rose Saloon

Welp, looks like we killed David Beckham's great great great great uncle or something. Good start everybody!!

The Sandy Rose Saloon

@Dirty Dan Yeah wasn't he a soccer/football player or something?

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Johnny turned to the man speaking to him ready to practically bite his head off until he saw a deputy's badge gracing the stranger's shirt. All he could do to react was just cough into his hand, giving him maybe a dumb second to collect himself.

"Sorry, lots of sand and dirt in the air 'round here," Johnny began. "Just passing through and in need of something strong. Heading west, for work I guess. Seemed like a nice town so I stopped, but I probably won't stay for long. Probably a blurry night or two. Like I said, I had a hankering for something strong you see."

He turned his head back to the woman he'd saw before, Rose. She was surely a sight for sore eye, an unbelieving thing. Johnny quickly grabbed a ten cent piece from his pocket, slapping it on the bar like a quirky loser without even noticing it.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

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The Sandy Rose Saloon

Johnny rode into town in the middle of the afternoon, maybe sometime around four o'clock. His clothes stank of kicked up dirt and unwashed odor. He'd taken to his horse early that morning, still blind drunk from the last saloon he'd partaken at.

Now, he was here in another nameless small town out west. A sign near the main road read 'Sand Flats' as his horse galloped pass the townsfolk. Johnny must of been a sight, a stranger with dark clothes and a darker horse coming out of nowhere aiming straight for the old Sandy Rose Saloon.

Johnny's buzz was almost dead, the hard whiskey from last night evaporating from his system faster then he'd like. Fear ate at his soul like a festering curse, but some good old poison would fix him up quick. Right outside the saloon Johnny tied up his horse, a content guy who had his fill of water and food the last town they rode from.

The man some called a Rat looked around Sand Flats for a moment before heading inside the saloon, taking in the barren dust around him. Place seemed so dry that Hell must of looked like an oasis in comparison. Johnny headed inside quickly, dodging a gust of wind and dust as he entered the saloon.

A catchy tone played through the whole place as he entered, something simple and fun to drink too. Almost no one else was around except for a few employees and a fine woman in finer clothes. Johnny tried his best not to stare or goggle, rushing his way to the bar and placing an order partly in gibberish.

"Whisky. Bourbon. Something quick now!"

The Sandy Rose Saloon

A freshly made wanted poster, just hung up by the sheriff's office...

On the back you find some oddly specific info on the outlaw...

NAME: Johnny "Rat" O'Hennessey
AGE: Twenty-four years old
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Former ranch-hand, Currently an Outlaw wanted by the U.S. Government
BIO:
- Born and raised in the New Jersey farmlands.
- Worked with his older brother, James "Snake" O'Hennessey at Lucky Duck Ranch as a ranch-hand.
- Followed along with his brother and an unknown associate to rob the Lucky Duck Ranch and killed the owner, his wife, his three sons, and four other ranch hands.
- Moved west through several states, robbing farms, ranches, and small town banks.
- Current associated crime spree ended with the death of Snake O'Hennessey during a bank robbery. Unknown associate reported fleeing back east on horseback.
Reports and sightings of Rat have been quite, but authorities are still searching.
PERSONALITY: - As recorded from eyewitness accounts.
- "Not too bright." - Old Ms. Dingle.
- "Bloody maniac." - Officer Dahl.
- "Heartless heathen bastard! Told me God was dead and that my pastor would rather touch my boy then read scripture!" Mr. Smith.
- "I spoke to him once, alone, before all of this craziness started. Snake was never a good influence on the boy and if he was wise he would of never listened. I could see regret in what he was about to do. Honest to God regret...but then there was something else. I looked into Johnny's eyes and saw a hungry, angry Rat stare'n back..." - Anonymous.
TALENTS:
- Gunslinger: Johnny learned a lot about shooting from his older brother since their father wasn't around much. Most of the time handguns like a revolver are his preference, but a double-barreled coach gun is a worthwhile replacement.
- Brawler: In a hand-to-hand fight, Johnny can absolutely hold his own. With a pair of brass knuckles sitting pretty in his pockets and "a head stronger then most", Johnny can beat a man to death without blinking an eye.
- Amateur Thief/Robber: Though never as good at stealing and robbing as his brother, Johnny picked up some small tricks from his scumbag kin. With a pistol in hand and some rum in his soul, Johnny could easily rob a small town bank or get away with a woman's purse.
- Adept Killer: Johnny has no idea how he got so good at it, but he was born to kill. His first kill was his very own boss, but after that it was as simple as drinking water. Give his something sharp or something blunt and he'll kill and man or woman with ease. Some people are just born with it.
FLAWS:
- Horrible with Women: Johnny never had a chance to talk to girls when he was younger, working most of his life at the Lucky Duck Ranch were the owner only has sons. A charming woman could take his soul in second, and he acts and sounds like a complete spaz in front of any beautiful woman.
- Paranoid: After everything that has gone down, who wouldn't. His brother is dead, their accomplice vamoosed, and the law still breathing down his neck. Hard drink is the only thing keeping him from screaming in panic, but too much makes him more willing to draw his gun or rip people's tongues out.
- No Plan: Everything has gone complete shitfaced, and without Snake leading the charge Johnny has no clue on how to progress. Moving from saloon to saloon without the U.S. Marshals finding him is the only objective.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

@hoppiholla391 I wasn't one-hundred percent sure if that was Doc Holiday or not, but cool!

The Sandy Rose Saloon

A freshly made wanted poster, just hung up by the sheriff's office...

On the back you find some oddly specific info on the outlaw...

NAME: Johnny "Rat" O'Hennessey
AGE: Twenty-four years old
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Former ranch-hand, Currently an Outlaw wanted by the U.S. Government
BIO:
- Born and raised in the New Jersey farmlands.
- Worked with his older brother, James "Snake" O'Hennessey at Lucky Duck Ranch as a ranch-hand.
- Followed along with his brother and an unknown associate to rob the Lucky Duck Ranch and killed the owner, his wife, his three sons, and four other ranch hands.
- Moved west through several states, robbing farms, ranches, and small town banks.
- Current associated crime spree ended with the death of Snake O'Hennessey during a bank robbery. Unknown associate reported fleeing back east on horseback.
Reports and sightings of Rat have been quite, but authorities are still searching.
PERSONALITY: - As recorded from eyewitness accounts.
- "Not too bright." - Old Ms. Dingle.
- "Bloody maniac." - Officer Dahl.
- "Heartless heathen bastard! Told me God was dead and that my pastor would rather touch my boy then read scripture!" Mr. Smith.
- "I spoke to him once, alone, before all of this craziness started. Snake was never a good influence on the boy and if he was wise he would of never listened. I could see regret in what he was about to do. Honest to God regret...but then there was something else. I looked into Johnny's eyes and saw a hungry, angry Rat stare'n back..." - Anonymous.
TALENTS:
- Gunslinger: Johnny learned a lot about shooting from his older brother since their father wasn't around much. Most of the time handguns like a revolver are his preference, but a double-barreled coach gun is a worthwhile replacement.
- Brawler: In a hand-to-hand fight, Johnny can absolutely hold his own. With a pair of brass knuckles sitting pretty in his pockets and "a head stronger then most", Johnny can beat a man to death without blinking an eye.
- Amateur Thief/Robber: Though never as good at stealing and robbing as his brother, Johnny picked up some small tricks from his scumbag kin. With a pistol in hand and some rum in his soul, Johnny could easily rob a small town bank or get away with a woman's purse.
- Adept Killer: Johnny has no idea how he got so good at it, but he was born to kill. His first kill was his very own boss, but after that it was as simple as drinking water. Give his something sharp or something blunt and he'll kill and man or woman with ease. Some people are just born with it.
FLAWS:
- Horrible with Women: Johnny never had a chance to talk to girls when he was younger, working most of his life at the Lucky Duck Ranch were the owner only has sons. A charming woman could take his soul in second, and he acts and sounds like a complete spaz in front of any beautiful woman.
- Paranoid: After everything that has gone down, who wouldn't. His brother is dead, their accomplice vamoosed, and the law still breathing down his neck. Hard drink is the only thing keeping him from screaming in panic, but too much makes him more willing to draw his gun or rip people's tongues out.
- No Plan: Everything has gone complete shitfaced, and without Snake leading the charge Johnny has no clue on how to progress. Moving from saloon to saloon without the U.S. Marshals finding him is the only objective.

The Sandy Rose Saloon - Wild West RP

Hey, very interested! Any room for an outlaw?

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I'm up for making some races too if that is an option