I could definitely get into this.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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Victoria Chatham
Victoria wondered what she had gotten herself into as bullets snapped through the air above her head. She saw the coyote give her a grin and pull a fancy maneuver with his horse. All she could think was that she should really teach Maria that trick. As Leo moved further away and put fire downrange Victoria noticed nobody was firing in her direction anymore. She quickly pulled one of her pistols and peeked over her cover. She saw a man moving up the far side of the street at an angle Leo couldn’t seem to see. Victoria pulled back on the hammer of her pistol with her thumb and took a deep breath.
Leaning out the side of her cover victoria closed an eye and peered down the colt’s sight putting the front blade directly over the man’s face. With a tug of the trigger and a puff of white smoke a round sprang from the barrel and flew harmlessly over his head. The recoil was a lot more than victoria had expected swinging the front of the pistol so high it almost flew out of her hands and hit her in the face. Re-cocking her pistol and readjusting her grip she took aim at the man, now crouched and running faster, and let loose another round. This one pelted the ground at his feet making a small explosion of sand and dirt. The third round clipped his leg and he stumbled but continued to hobble toward Leo. Victoria could hear the coyote trading quips with Dawson’s men but tried her best to ignore it and concentrate on her target. He was moving a lot slower now so the fourth round ripped through his shirt. Number five flew wild behind him. She pulled the hammer on her pistol and rotated the last round behind the barrel, one last chance to drop this man and save her new found ally. She slowly pulled the trigger while breathing out, keeping both eyes on her target. She felt the hammer drop. Her pistol kicked back in her hands. She saw red explode from the man’s chest and watched him fall to the ground. Still. Silent. Dead.
But she didn’t have time to reflect on the fact she had just taken a man’s life. Suddenly a flash of red and sparks fell into her vision. With a high pitched yelp she realized it was a stick of dynamite. She didn’t know much about explosives just that she didn’t want to be anywhere near them. She took off running in the opposite direction, sprinting back toward the front of the saloon but she certainly wasn’t dressed for running. The heels of her shoes sunk into the ground slowing her down, the corseted top of her dress limited her ability to breath. She tripped on the hem of her dress and fell forward into the dirt. She pulled herself up to her hands and knees and desperately scrambled to a nearby barrel, feeling rounds landing around her. As she rolled behind the barrel, clutching her empty pistol to her chest, she made eye contact with a young brunette girl and a native man. Her chest heaved as she gasped out “oh. Uh. Hey there.”
Victoria Chatham
Victoria looked upon the city of Dawson as Marie trotted into town early in the morning. The same as any other shithole in Texas really, just bigger, a lot bigger. Victoria began to wonder how exactly she was going to kill Dawson. Sure he wouldn’t be hard to find but he owned this entire city and she was one girl. She moved her hand down the ivory grip of one of her pistols, still not deflowered by powder. She wore the shell belts loose so they hung low on her thigh, just the way she had seen the gunslingers that frequented her cathouse wear them. If she was going to get the opportunity to put them to use she was going to need some info, and there was always one surefire way for a girl to get it. Men never thought much of working girls and thought their secrets would just fall out of their “silly female brains”.
As she made her way down, for what must pass as a main drag in the seedier part of town, Victoria spotted a tavern. Not perfect but it would serve her purpose. She steered Marie towards the back of the building and found a small corral. She awkwardly slipped off of the saddle and fell the short distance to the ground. Marie wasn’t exactly a large horse but she easily towered over victoria’s 5’3” frame. She led the appaloosa mare into the corral and gently patted her cheek saying “You behave yourself girl” before grabbing her saddle bags and closing the gate. As she walked around the building she unbuckled her gun belts and tucked them under a dress inside the bag. A woman with that much firepower would definitely raise suspicion and she wasn’t looking to get into a gunfight with a pile of Dawson’s men.
“I’m here for a job” Victoria announced to the barkeep as she walked through the empty parlor. He finished polishing the glass he had been working on and set it down before asking “Dancer, or whore?” Victoria leaned on to the bar, “Whatever you need me to be”.
“Right, both”
A few hours later the saloon had filled up and Victoria was backstage getting ready for her act. She had changed from her normal white blouse and high-waisted blue floral skirt to her working attire which amounted to a green satin corset top dress with a tiered skirt pinned up in front of her thigh and sheer lace, elbow length, fingerless gloves and tall black heels. “You’re next red” called another dancer as she adjusted the black lace chocker that covered the scar on her neck. Victoria nodded silently and slipped through the curtain. She walked behind the musician running a hand along his shoulders and whispered “play me something good would you grandpa.”
As she started her dance she saw two men, who were just a little too full of themselves, enter the bar and start hassling one of the girls. She tried to contain her anger and keep dancing. One doesn’t need to convince a prostitute your rich, just pay her what she asks and you can get what you need. When the man slapped the girl, Victoria stopped her dance immediately, shaking with anger. If she had her pistols she would be shooting already. Before she could do anything stupid another man stood up and told the offender off. Victoria followed the conversation quietly; turns out she had come to the right saloon after all. She didn’t know who the coyote was but if he was out to hang Richard Dawson than she could stand to know him a little better. As the large group left the building Victoria whipped around and headed for her bags in the dressing room, a flurry of bright red hair flowing in her wake. She dug the pistols out of her bag and strapped them on as she ran out the back door and around the building. As she reached the street she found quite a few new faces and a raging gunfight. She slid into the cover the scruffy gunfighter had jumped behind.
“There were a lot more subtle ways you could have handled that.”
Name: Victoria Chatham
AKA: Ruby
Age: 19
Appearance:
Bio: Victoria was born to humble parents Earl and Catherine Chatham in a small insignificant town in Texas. Her father was a ranch hand and her mother a maid at the local inn. She had always intended to grow up, marry a humble man, and live a simple life like her parents. When she was 15 this plan was quickly ruined when both her parents took ill and passed away. With no money and no other family she found the best job a girl of her status could, prostitution. She was very successful at the local brothel as would be expected of a girl with her looks. Most men were lining up for a chance with a “rare” red head and the Madame gave her the stage name Ruby. She grew close to the other girls over the years, considering them to be family. Madame Cresswell even took her under her wing as an apprentice. One night a gang of men came into the brothel for a little “stress release”. When they tried to leave without settling the bill Madame Cresswell told them there would be trouble with the law. That’s when Richard Dawson stated “I am the law” and put a bullet through her heart. His men promptly burnt the brothel to the ground with all the girls inside. The only reason that victoria survived is because Dawson dragged her into the street by her hair, stripped her naked and proceeded to “beat the fear of god” into her. He proclaimed to the gathering crowd that she was being punished for her sins. He then strung her up by her neck in the town square. She hung there naked for hours, most of the towns’ people too afraid of Dawson to cut down her body. When she was finally cut down she was, against all odds, still breathing. When she finally recovered from her wounds she took all her saving out of the bank, paid for the funerals of her friends, bought a horse, a pair of guns, and followed Dawson’s trial right out of the town that refused to help in her most desperate hour.
Weapons: Matching Colt Peacemakers chambered in .38 special.
Horse: Maria
Relationships: Most anybody she was ever close to is dead.
Recruited?: Not yet.
Other: She is rarely seen without a scarf or bandana covering the large hanging scar on her neck.
AKA: Ruby
Age: 19
Appearance:
Bio: Victoria was born to humble parents Earl and Catherine Chatham in a small insignificant town in Texas. Her father was a ranch hand and her mother a maid at the local inn. She had always intended to grow up, marry a humble man, and live a simple life like her parents. When she was 15 this plan was quickly ruined when both her parents took ill and passed away. With no money and no other family she found the best job a girl of her status could, prostitution. She was very successful at the local brothel as would be expected of a girl with her looks. Most men were lining up for a chance with a “rare” red head and the Madame gave her the stage name Ruby. She grew close to the other girls over the years, considering them to be family. Madame Cresswell even took her under her wing as an apprentice. One night a gang of men came into the brothel for a little “stress release”. When they tried to leave without settling the bill Madame Cresswell told them there would be trouble with the law. That’s when Richard Dawson stated “I am the law” and put a bullet through her heart. His men promptly burnt the brothel to the ground with all the girls inside. The only reason that victoria survived is because Dawson dragged her into the street by her hair, stripped her naked and proceeded to “beat the fear of god” into her. He proclaimed to the gathering crowd that she was being punished for her sins. He then strung her up by her neck in the town square. She hung there naked for hours, most of the towns’ people too afraid of Dawson to cut down her body. When she was finally cut down she was, against all odds, still breathing. When she finally recovered from her wounds she took all her saving out of the bank, paid for the funerals of her friends, bought a horse, a pair of guns, and followed Dawson’s trial right out of the town that refused to help in her most desperate hour.
Weapons: Matching Colt Peacemakers chambered in .38 special.
Horse: Maria
Relationships: Most anybody she was ever close to is dead.
Recruited?: Not yet.
Other: She is rarely seen without a scarf or bandana covering the large hanging scar on her neck.
God knows she needs to learn how to use those fancy guns of hers. At this point she is more likely to shoot herself than anyone she would draw on.
Thank you. I was afraid it was maybe a little to dark or explicit. She definitely has a lot to learn though.
Name: Victoria Chatham
AKA: Ruby
Age: 19
Appearance:
Bio: Victoria was born to humble parents Earl and Catherine Chatham in a small insignificant town in Texas. Her father was a ranch hand and her mother a maid at the local inn. She had always intended to grow up, marry a humble man, and live a simple life like her parents. When she was 15 this plan was quickly ruined when both her parents took ill and passed away. With no money and no other family she found the best job a girl of her status could, prostitution. She was very successful at the local brothel as would be expected of a girl with her looks. Most men were lining up for a chance with a “rare” red head and the Madame gave her the stage name Ruby. She grew close to the other girls over the years, considering them to be family. Madame Cresswell even took her under her wing as an apprentice. One night a gang of men came into the brothel for a little “stress release”. When they tried to leave without settling the bill Madame Cresswell told them there would be trouble with the law. That’s when Richard Dawson stated “I am the law” and put a bullet through her heart. His men promptly burnt the brothel to the ground with all the girls inside. The only reason that victoria survived is because Dawson dragged her into the street by her hair, stripped her naked and proceeded to “beat the fear of god” into her. He proclaimed to the gathering crowd that she was being punished for her sins. He then strung her up by her neck in the town square. She hung there naked for hours, most of the towns’ people too afraid of Dawson to cut down her body. When she was finally cut down she was, against all odds, still breathing. When she finally recovered from her wounds she took all her saving out of the bank, paid for the funerals of her friends, bought a horse, a pair of guns, and followed Dawson’s trial right out of the town that refused to help in her most desperate hour.
Weapons: Matching Colt Peacemakers chambered in .38 special.
Horse: Maria
Relationships: Most anybody she was ever close to is dead.
Recruited?: Not yet.
Other: She is rarely seen without a scarf or bandana covering the large hanging scar on her neck.
AKA: Ruby
Age: 19
Appearance:
Bio: Victoria was born to humble parents Earl and Catherine Chatham in a small insignificant town in Texas. Her father was a ranch hand and her mother a maid at the local inn. She had always intended to grow up, marry a humble man, and live a simple life like her parents. When she was 15 this plan was quickly ruined when both her parents took ill and passed away. With no money and no other family she found the best job a girl of her status could, prostitution. She was very successful at the local brothel as would be expected of a girl with her looks. Most men were lining up for a chance with a “rare” red head and the Madame gave her the stage name Ruby. She grew close to the other girls over the years, considering them to be family. Madame Cresswell even took her under her wing as an apprentice. One night a gang of men came into the brothel for a little “stress release”. When they tried to leave without settling the bill Madame Cresswell told them there would be trouble with the law. That’s when Richard Dawson stated “I am the law” and put a bullet through her heart. His men promptly burnt the brothel to the ground with all the girls inside. The only reason that victoria survived is because Dawson dragged her into the street by her hair, stripped her naked and proceeded to “beat the fear of god” into her. He proclaimed to the gathering crowd that she was being punished for her sins. He then strung her up by her neck in the town square. She hung there naked for hours, most of the towns’ people too afraid of Dawson to cut down her body. When she was finally cut down she was, against all odds, still breathing. When she finally recovered from her wounds she took all her saving out of the bank, paid for the funerals of her friends, bought a horse, a pair of guns, and followed Dawson’s trial right out of the town that refused to help in her most desperate hour.
Weapons: Matching Colt Peacemakers chambered in .38 special.
Horse: Maria
Relationships: Most anybody she was ever close to is dead.
Recruited?: Not yet.
Other: She is rarely seen without a scarf or bandana covering the large hanging scar on her neck.
Well, if there is room i would definitely be interested. I've had westerns on the mind for a few weeks.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sorry guys. Meant to get something up before work but my day got away from me.
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