In the year 1890, the wilds of the western parts have yet to be tamed. Small human towns have been set up, yes, but that doesn't mean the west is won quite yet. Few cowboys and cowgirls dare to venture outside the town limits into the untamed wilderness, and those who do may not return. The western wilderness holds many dangers; from ruthless bandits to wolves and bears, a lone human rarely stands a chance in these unforgiving environments. Think you have what it takes to survive?
Characters can be either human, or any realistic animal.
Rules:
1. Follow the typical Feral Heart rules
2. No powerplay
3. Be realistic. c:
Guidelines for human characters: Guidelines for animal characters:
Name: Name:
Age: Age:
Occupation: Species
Items/Equipment: Breed:
Companions(Including their horse, if one) Personality:
Weapons: Appearance:
Personality: Extra Info:
Apparel:
Extra Info:
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Character Name: Billy
Species: Human
Age: 20
Occupation: Bandit
Items/Equipment: Saddle bag, typical western tack, satchel, canteen, pots and pans, small amount of fire wood, rope & lasso.
Companions: Black Quarter Horse stallion with three white sock markings and a slim white blaze down his face, named Westwood.
Weapons: Two side pistols, hunting knife, shotgun which is always slung over his back.
Apparel: Red flannel long sleeve under shirt, leather vest, slacks, western boots and spurs, Stetson hat, jacket. Has short, thick dark blonde hair.
Personality: Billy is very straight forward and never withholds from speaking his mind. He can be a bit flirty, but clings to no person. He considers Westwood as the only companion he needs, and as his only family. He can be cocky, but is rather sly, and very good at what he does.
Extra Info: Billy is known well by locals, who have given him the nickname "Young Gun" because of his unmatched shooting skills. He is able to pull off the largest robberies in the West, and is always on the move, and finds it easy to avoid the law. Always has five o' clock shadow stubble.
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Billy sat slumped over in the saddle as his horse, Westwood carried him North, away from town. He used the cover of night to his advantage as he made his easy slip away from the tiny town. Clutching losely to the reins, he sat forward in the saddle and gave Westwood a quick kick with his spurred heels, urging the stallion into a gallop. The horse's hooves kicked up the dust and dirt of the desert wasteland as they swiftly extended the gap between them and the town.
