Red Dead Redemption RP

[zeidridge]

It's 1890 in the western territory of the US. In the time after the civil war, when the east was starting to industrialize, and the west was still full of ranchers, outlaws, saloon's and everything cliche. I thought this would be fun, and I've never been in a western RP before so... just have fun with it, and wing it just like I'll be doing. I tried not to focus on centering it in certain states or anything, I didn't want it to become overly-confusing with dealing with geography and what not.

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[zeidridge]

Name: Jack Williamson
Age: 31
Appearance:6'2 190 pounds, fairly muscular. Long black hair, collar length in the back, swept out of his face. usually under a black cowboy hat. White collared shirt, under a black vest buttoned half way. Dark blue denim pants, brown boots, bandoleer and belt both stocked with bullets for Jack's firearms. Jack wears a dark brown duster, that goes knee-length, when it's a cold desert night, or on a long journey.
Equipment: 1873 winchester repeater rifle. Two Schofield no. 3 revolvers. A bowie knife jack keeps tucked away in his belt.
Bio: Jack Lives with his wife, daughter and son on a ranch. He used to ride with several different gangs when he was a child, and a young man, due to the deaths of both his parents. 8 years ago, Jack escaped his gang life, and was hired as a Deputy for the U.S marshals, some saw him as a heroic figure, but outlaws resented him. Just recently Jack was released by the Marshals for refusing to hunt down a long time, and very close friend of his who had been involved in a bank robbery. Jack is now trying to find happiness with his wife and children on his ranch.

[Gamerbug94]

Name: Kevin Donnelly.
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'3, 220 lbs, Dark brown hair falling to ears, brown eyes, wears a white undershirt under a black jacket, black dress pants, brown boots.
Equipment: Dual Colt .45 Revolvers, 28" Lever Action Shotgun, Lasso.
Bio: Kevin moved west after his bussiness in the east failed. He worked at a salloon for a few years but grew tired of it, soon he became a vigilante hunting down wanted men for the bounty, he loves a good campfire just as much as a good shoot out. He's known as the Starlight Lawman as he usually hunts his marks at night.

[zeidridge]

Jack hopped off his horse, he was in Armadillo, his ranch was only a few miles away. He tied up his horse outside the general store, and walked inside. He waited behind a miner arguing that what he brought wasn't worth the money he was offered. He listened in. "You tryin' to tell me this much gold ain't worth 10 bucks?" The man behind the counter shook his head. "Hell, I'd be hard pressed to give you 7..." The miner shot back, "That's shit, an' you know it!" He put his hand on his gun, but stopped instantly, as he felt the barrel of a revolver press against the back of his head. Jack pulled the hammer back on his Schofield, "Get the hell outta this store before I shoot you dead right here." The miner held his hands up, "Ok, ok now, I'm leavin, just put that gun down!" Jack holstered his gun, and the miner left the shop. He walked up the the counter, "Hey buck, how've you been?" Buck laughed, "God damn if it ain't Jack Williamson, you ain't been in town for a while, no crops this season?" Jack shook his head, "This damn drought, ain't nothing growin out there. Figured it save the trouble." Buck laughed, "So what brings you in today, cows gettin hungry?" Jack nodded, "Yeah, horses too. I came to pick up two bags of grain." Buck went back to the store room, and came back with the bags placing them on the counter, "9 and we're all square Jack." Jack handed him the money, "Take care Buck." Buck nodded, "Thanks for savin' my ass, hope I'll be seein' you real soon."

[linkin10362]

Name: Marcus Elliot
Age: 37
Appearance: 6'4, 170 lbs, neatly cut medium black hair, blue eyes. Wears white shirt with tan pants during downtimes. During jobs he wears the white shirt with black pants, a black duster, and a black cowboy hat.
Equipment: A Mauser Pistol, A Bowie Knife, and some Throwing Knifes.
Bio: Marcus has always been involved in gangs for all his life. He started out when he was 16 in a smaller gang and then slowly worked his way up until he was leading one of the most infamous gangs in the west, The Men of Mayhem. He is now considered one of the most wanted men in the world and everyday he has many encounters with death, but he still roams around freely without fear and always has some of his gang members with him.

[linkin10362]

Marcus got off of his horse and walked into a nearby saloon. He had traveled quite a few miles for any sort of town and was happy to see that he finally found one. Two of his gang members were also with him and as they entered the saloon, they could tell that everyone felt their presence. Marcus sat down at the bar and waved to the bartender. "Hey there, I'd like three drinks. Make it fast." The bartender gave Marcus a stern look. "Forget about it, you scum. Didn't you see those posters outside, you have a lot of nerve to just walk into this town and expect everyone to treat you like royalty." Marcus sighed and then leaned closer to the bartender. "I asked you nicely the first time, don't make me ask again." The bartender laughed at Marcus's threat. "You don't scary me. There are plenty of lawmen in this town. If you try to hurt me, they'll.." Before the bartender was able to finish his sentence, Marcus had already pulled his Mauser out and shot the man in the arm. "Well then, guess we'll serve ourselves.." Marcus motioned to his partners and they all vaulted the counter and started to loot the drinks.

Everyone else in the saloon ran outside to avoid being shot as well and to alert the sheriff. One of Marcus's men, Dennis, was observing them leaving. "Looks like we'll have trouble on our hands soon enough. Hope you two brought enough ammo!" The other man, Carlos, responded by taking out his gun and cocking it. "Alright, I think we have enough booze to get us back to the camp. Let's go 'face the music' or whatever those lawmen are going to spit at us." Marcus, Dennis, and Carlos grabbed the bags of booze and went out the saloon doors and looked down the road to see 5 men approaching them. Dennis tied the bags to the horses and then joined his friends as they stared down the lawmen. The sheriff tipped his hat and grabbed his holster. "You bastards come into my town, start some trouble, and then act like you can just ride away without any fight. Well, you boys are wrong there, so just give up now." Marcus pulled out his Mauser and shot the sheriff's hat off his head in blinding speed. "I hope you've read those wanted posters good, Sheriff. You should know my buddy here Marcus has the title of the fastest quick-shooter in the west. That pistol he has there has also got its own name as well, The Dead Arm. Because if you ain't on his side when you see it, you'll end up dead as a doornail." Dennis flaunted. The Sheriff grunted and then pulled out his gun and his 4 friends followed. "We'll see about that, you sons of bitches!"

As soon as Marcus saw the lawmen draw their weapons, he immediately shot the two on the right, killing them both. He then ran over to some barrels to take cover and waited for his chance to strike again. Dennis and Carlos started to run for cover as well and fired as they did. Carlos managed to hit one of the lawmen in the leg, but it only grazed him. The Sheriff and the lawmen then moved closer and tried to get the jump on the bandits as they reloaded, but Marcus flanked around from the barrels he was near and shot one of the grunts dead. The Sheriff and his last man started to fire at Marcus, allowing Dennis and Carlos to start shooting at their backs. The other lawmen was killed and the Sheriff was shot once, but quickly turned and shot Carlos in the head. He then fell to the ground and watched and Marcus and Dennis came out of cover. "Is Carlos dead?" Marcus asked Dennis. He silently nodded and Marcus started to reload his gun on top of the Sheriff. "Carlos was a good man, I'll miss that kid." He finished reloading and cocked the gun. "You, on the other hand, I won't." He then executed the Sheriff with a headshot and then walked away to his horse. Dennis looked once more at the Sheriff's body and then went to his horse as well and the two men took off back to their camp.

[linkin10362]

A nuke fell, killing everyone in the wild west