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W a r
The word that echoed through the barren prairies of 19th century America.
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Since their arrival here, the European-blooded white men have sparked a ceaseless age of aggression over the land.
The Natives, however, would not give up their rightful land and resources so easily.
With both forces opposing each other, the blood of countless settlers and Natives has stained the once peaceful earth of the American West as each side's bitter hatred for each other exploded into battle.
With the settlers fighting to gain property and to establish settlements, and the Natives fighting to save their land and families, who's side will you chose in the Battle for the West?
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: P L O T :
In the early 1800's, American settlers have begun the Westward movement, and along the way have encountered various communities of Native Americans- who were not too keen on the newcomers.
Years later, the settlers and the Natives have sparked negative relationships, turning into hatred. The settlers need the land, and in order to have the land, they need to be rid of the aggressive Natives. Because of this, war has been declared, resulting in numerous pillages of Native villages, and responding retaliation by the Natives.
You can chose which side you want to be on- the American settlers, or the Native Americans. You fight for not only your land and property, but for your freedom and the safety of your family.
However, despite the burning hatred and ongoing war between peoples, there area always those few opposed to such aggression.
Fight for your people as a feared warrior/soldier, or live life as a simple member of your community.
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: R U L E S :
1. This is a Wild West era RP- which means Wild West era professions/personalities/towns, etc. Keep this in mind.
2. You may have more than one character
3. Ask a user permission before killing their character.
4. Realism is key- they did not have RPGs and automatic machine guns in the 1800s!
5. You can be an everyday person- i.e. a shop keeper or rancher. You don't HAVE to be a fighter.
6. Remember both sides despise each other- but there can be individual exceptions to that.
: F O R M :
. Picture (not necessary, I know how hard they can be to find)
. Name:
. Nicknames (if any):
. Gender:
. Age:
. Race:
. Profession:
. Personality:
. Accompanied by:
. Other:
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Saaaaaaaave]]
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Hope you don't mind if I join.))
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. Picture: Above
. Name: Anawa
. Nicknames (if any): Little Sister by some.
. Gender: Female
. Age: 18 Years
. Race: Native American|Cheyenne Maiden
. Profession: Cheyenne Maiden
. Personality: Anawa is a very bold woman. Unlike most women of her tribe, she feels she can do anything a man can do and will get criticized often by the men and women in her tribe. She'll constantly sneak out at night and observe the settlements near her tribes camps, though never gets caught because of her swift movements and quiet nature. She thinks the people attacking need to go back where they came from and leave the tribes alone, though they don't seem to show a sign of leaving them in peace.
. Accompanied by: A paint stallion she named Fala
. Other: This kind of sucked. Sorry. XP
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Lovely application, floof!
Accepted!
I'll post my own application when I get a chance, then we can start once we get at least another person. C:
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Winifred Boston
"Wini" or "Fred" - would rather go by Fred than Wini
Female
Twenty-two-years-old
White
Rancher; owns a ranch with her father and older brother
Winifred is a very manly, sometimes brutish, woman, wanting to make her own choices despite knowing that she's just a woman and should be seen, not heard. She hates whenever she's considered a prop and will not hesitate to pull out her pistol - unless it were her family or anyone she calls close. She likes doing things her way, and is very disobedient - sometimes edging to deviant.
She has a dog named Finicky.
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She's not one for war, though she agrees that the Native Americans should leave.
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. Name: Jackson Clare
. Nicknames: Jack
. Gender: Male
. Age: 21 Years of age
. Race: European/White
. Profession: Lawyer
[if not banker is fine]. Personality:
? Serious at work
? Laid-back
? Outgoing
? Likes to see point of views from both sides
? Curious/Adventurous
? Not one for wars
. Accompanied by: His faithful, 3 Year old dog Milo
. Other: He often will go wandering off at night with his dog
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Awesome! Thanks. ^.^]]
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. Name: Ashkii
. Nicknames: Ash
. Gender: Male
. Age: 18
. Race: Native American
. Profession: Various jobs around the tribe
. Personality: Ashkii is one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. He is full of both love and energy, and is incredibly loyal. His smiles seem to light up a room, and he is found to be a very honest individual. Ashkii is naturally very curious, always wanting to explore a bit more, walk a bit further, and see a little broader. He is very open minded to new ideas and new people, often seen as incredibly patient. Ashkii is extremely respectful, and often very gentle. He is found to be very protective of those he holds close, and his people. As a hardworking person, Ashkii knows the value of doing things yourself, and often volunteers to help others. He is easily one of the most loving people you'll know, and isn't quick to violence. If needed, Ashkii will fight, but prefers to keep at peace.
. Accompanied by:
A Harris Hawk that he has raised since it was a chick after he found it injured and alone. He named it Itzsel
. Other:
-Can speak basic English
-Often said his spirit animal is a bear
-Theme Song: Happy (By: NeverShoutNever)
-Believes the Settlers shouldn't take away their land
-Incredibly agile and skilled at climbing
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[[Huehue, lovely, Vaskeh.
Alright, y'all can go ahead and get started!
I'll hop in with my own characters soon!
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Awesome, guess I'll start. Haha]]
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Anawa sat with her knees to her chest at the edge of camp. She had awoken before dawn and was now watching as the sun rose. Sighing, she got to her feet and walked silently further into camp and sat down by where there was once a fire. She reached into a small pouch she had on her side and opened it up to reveal a coin. She'd seen many like it but never had one for herself. She found it the other day while observing the settlement nearby. It seemed they were drawing closer, causing the people of her tribe to grow nervous and unsteady. Anawa turned the coin over in her fingers before putting it back in the pouch and looking up suddenly as she watched a few of her people walk out of their homes. Anawa continued to sit quietly and watched as many people awoke.
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Also, Vask, is Ashkii in the same tribe as Anawa?]]
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((Yes, Ashkii ish in the same tribe as Anawa))
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Ashkii stood high up in a tree, sitting comfortably on a thick tree branch. He dangled his feet on the side of it, swinging them idly back and forth. He wore a light brown soft vest, with several decorative designs sprawled on it in colorful paint. He sighed, letting the crisp morning air consume him. Unlike some, Ashkii had been up since the sun had awoken. The slightest rustle of leaves caught his attention, and he raked his gaze over the canopy above. Giving a small lop-sided smile, Ashkii whistled a short call. A large brown hawk peeked through the canopy, and glided down to him. He held out an arm, letting Itzsel land on his arm. Ashkii had never thought of Itzsel as his pet, but his companion, or an equal. He gave him as much freedom as Itzsel wished, but they were forever bound to each other. The bird was quite large, larger than most his species. It watched Ashkii with an unknown trust, and pecked the side of his head softly. Ashkii smiled, swatting at Itzsel, who pecked at him again. "Oh you wanna play that game, huh." Ashkii chuckled. Itzsel seemed to hover in the air, occasionally pecking at Ashkii. Ash laughed, letting his grip go as he went upside down on the branch. He gripped the branch with the back of his knees, letting his arms dangle upside down. Itzsel flew around him, pecking at his arms. Ashkii's spirited laughed filled the air as Itzsel seemed to tickle him with his beak. He swung himself down to the next branch, and then the next and the next. Soon he landed on the soft ground, with Itzsel landing on Ashkii's shoulder as soon as he stood up. Ashkii whistled again, and just as he had come, Itzsel flew towards the sky and disappeared. Ashkii gave a big sigh, smiling to himself. He strode back to the Tribe, his energy and happiness high as always. His arms swung by his sides as he walked into the village. A few more people were awake now, already starting on their daily work. Ashkii's deep brown eyes flicked around for something to do. He noticed an elder struggling with a pile of logs for the fire tonight. He jogged over, "May I?" He said in a kind voice. The elder looked up, nodding gently. He bent down and picked up the pile of logs, walking them over to the log pile. "Many thanks, Ashkii." The woman said, laying a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, smiling small. Ash walked and climbed on top of one of the dome-like structures made of mud, branches, and bark. He sat on top of it, looking over the awakening village. Adults, elders, and young children slowly began to peek out of their houses.
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((I guess I'll join ^^ Also, I don't know too much about stuff at this/I totally forgot from school XD))
. Picture (not necessary, I know how hard they can be to find) I couldn't find a good one ;-;
. Name: Tokala, meaning "Fox"
. Nicknames (if any): The Fox
. Gender: Female
. Age: 17
. Race: Native American
. Profession: She just does different tasks around the tribe, although her favorite is the few times she is asked to hunt certain animals.
. Personality: Tokala lives up to her name. Although helpful and kind when needed, she loves to pull harmless pranks on other people, and is very sneaky and cunning. She has always been curious about the white men, often sneaking in and watching them from a safe distance.
Tokala is very intelligent, and although she isn't all too strong she can run quite fast when needed, but not for long periods of time. She hopes to become stronger and help her father with the "men's work".
. Accompanied by: A male goat named Tyee, a gift from her father due to her work around the tribe. (I dunno if they actually had goats, but goats are cool so yeah XD) (Also one of my actual goats, so the picture is pretty bad.)
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. Other: She is for war against the settlers.
-She knows a small amount of English.
If you want me to change anything I will. c:
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Charlotte-Louise Tobin
Name: Charlotte-Louise Tobin
Nicknames: Char, Lou, Lotty or Tobin.
Gender: Female
Age: 22 years old
Race: White/British
Profession: Works on her fathers ranch out in the hills.
Personality: Charlotte-Louise has a very outgoing yet stubborn personality. Towards some she is very loving and caring, a long with being calm and collective - not really stepping out of line unless she feels it's needed. Towards other's she isn't that pleasant to approach. Most of the time she is outgoing, hate's sitting still so usually always has herself doing something whether it be work or just out on her usual adventures when given the time. She loves helping out her old man and loves going out on rides on her trusted steed, also accompanied by her beloved dog. Often she will hum songs and make her own tune on a fence or anything the can lay her hands on, with a gun she has a pretty steady hand so is never really in danger. Yes, of course she is cocky and rather hard headed, insanely stubborn to an unbearable extent - this always being used making her rather hard to handle. As well as being prone to snap and having the tendency to say what she want's when she want's has gotten her into trouble in the past. The only person she will listen to is her father. Towards a bloke she is interested in she can be flirtatious and rather kind and cunning, towards women she can be a little hostile depending on first impressions and whether she sees you as friend or foe. Despite not seeming it she is in fact a very bubbly person and for some, easy to get a long with. Many see her as unpredictable, however once getting to know her and earning her trust she is one you can always turn to and is always there for you - a loyal and trustworthy person who would risk life and limb for those she likes or sees as a friend. When it comes to a fight/battle she isn't on to back down and will always stand her ground.
Accompanied by:
This here is Diablo is a large black stallion who is the age of five years. His breed is of course of the Mustang as you can tell my some traits he holds as well as looks. He's quite the dare devil horse who loves to bounce around despite his large size and the danger he could put people in. He's larger than most horses on the ranch with muscle however he isn't the tallest. He was found by Char when he was a young foal who had wondered into the mountains and was about to be mauled by a wolf pack. Ever since being rescued he has been a close companion to Charlotte-Louise's and will protect her no matter what the cost is. He will often rare but never bolts off, never bites nor kicks unless on command from his friend. Despite being a tough guy he is actually a gentle giant.
This is Delgado, he is Char's four year old Australian Kelpie whom she has owned ever since being a pup. He was a pup out of one of the farm dogs litters which her father let her take responsibility of and call him her own. He's a very outgoing an energetic dog who loves to play fetch or chase things - a mischievous fella' he is indeed. Towards those he is familiar with he's rather relaxed and comforting, however if he doesn't know you he can become a little wary and if provoked or see's you as a threat he will bit - at times can be rather aggressive. He can be be seen as both a playful pup but also a fierce guard dog who will stand his ground and attack. Again though he is a very, very loyal companion of Charlotte's who she does also love. Despite being the smallest of the two he is indeed the one to watch out for.
Other:
- Carries around a pistol
- Owns a shot gun
- Isn't to bothered about the war but thinks both should be at peace with one another
- Speaks good english
- Often goes on night rides/walks
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. Name
Catori (Meaning Spirit (Hopi) )
. Nicknames (if any)
Cat, Hopi, Spirit.
. Gender
Female
. Age
17 Y/O
. Race
Native American
. Profession
Uhm. Idk. Is Chief Daughter, okay?
. Personality
Catori, can sometimes be a hothead, but, when it comes to being serious, she will do her best not to mess up.
She might seem beautiful and kind towards others, but that is only because she is kind towards her friends or beloved ones. Some say she is the beautiful Chief's daughter, but she does not think in that way as she knows that every person is beautiful at something.
. Accompanied by
By Star, her horse.
. Other
N/A
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[[Lovely, lovely! Accepted guys!
((Btw, Vaskie-poo, did you happen to get the name Ashkii from Beyond Two Souls? OuO <3
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Question: Since you started Roleplaying, can I post my post when I have the time? :3
*Walks to shame corner* ))
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[Oh aye! No worries. I haven't even gotten around to posting, myself! It's all good in the hood. C:
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((Lol maybe))
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Charlotte-Louise Tobin
The echoing sound of the all to familiar rooster echoed through the hills as Reginald started his early morning wake up call - on starting at dawn and the other an hour later, but as usual Charlotte would get up to the first call so she had time to do her own thing before going to work. It wasn't unusual for her to wake up early, sure she liked sleeping in now and then but ever since being a young girl she had been an early riser - her doing more damage than Reginald in waking people up, but she just thought she was giving a helping hand. Remaining in bed she lay still, listening as his 'alarm' soon lowered and suddenly it all went silent, the only thing she could hear were calls of dingoes, coyotes and wolves - the odd bird would let out a squawk and obviously she could here the familiar sounds of the farm animals. Drawing her arms from under the covers she threw them to the opposite side of the bed and lifted, pulling her legs out and turning, allowing them to hang from the wooden frame as she sat atop the mattress. Looking around her wooden furnished room a smile grew across her face, as usual it was very clean and well lit from the dim light that managed to peak through the closed curtains, raising her arms in a stretch she then lowered her hand to cover her mouth as she let out a yawn. Placing her hands onto the soft surface she put weight onto her hands as she pushed herself up and shuffled across the room.
Placing her hands on the hanging fabric she managed to pull them open and watched as the sun sat at the horizon, a smile grew across her face revealing her pearly white as she glanced across the fields and towards the half circle that sat on the hill top. This was a sight she always enjoyed in the mornings and even at night, it always seemed to put a smile on her face and of course it was a beautiful sight. Opening her window she then leaned out to look over the ranch; pigs laying in their pens few would shuffle, the sheep seemed to be slowly waking, donkeys pondering around their pastures, horses already awake and prancing around, as well as the horses in the stables which she could hear letting out whinne's and kicking at the doors, chickens heard clucking, goats heard bleating, the cats meowing, cows resting in the fields, geese and all the other animals were slowly starting to wake. Looking down at the ranch made her realise how big it actually was, it was a beautiful ranch one of the largest around the west and her father had built it all by hand throughout his younger years. And boy had he done a great job, bars, pastures, pens, coops, training rings, carts, posts, shed's and the farm house - he had managed to do this in the few years he had and it was a sight to be seen, he had always loved to build and had set out his dream to build a ranch. Which would soon be owned by her.
Smiling she leapt back and headed towards her dresser, opening the drawers she grabbed out a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a white and brown checked top - closing the drawer she quickly got changed out of her night gown and threw the checked shirt over her head and quickly buttoned it up, then sliding on her dart jeans she zipped and also buttoned them up, sliding a brown belt through the gaps then tightening - a large, shiny buckle stood out on it was a weird yet beautiful pattern. Running her fingers through her hair she was now ready. As she left the room she grabbed her brown cowboy had from the wooden cabinet and her brown boots from the bottom of her bed. Quietly she slipped across the top floor of their two story house and quickly tapped down the stairs until reaching the front door. Like a mouse, she opened the front door and then shut it without making a sound, she was now stood on the porch. Plodding towards the flight of three stairs she allowed herself to sit atop of the top step as she slipped on her brown boots then placed the hat atop her head - now she was ready to head out. Hurrying down the stairs she calmly walked across the rough ground as she passed the many pastures and pens, patting any animal that seemed to approach to greet the all to familiar woman, but for the time being she wouldn't be tending to these animals she had to take out her two companions/pets before the day started like she did't daily.
Hurrying towards the large wooden barn the sound of horses kicking at their stall doors and chains rattling filled the young cowgirls ears as she drew closer, their familiar grunts and neighs also sounding as she entered the barn. Several stalls were empty where as several were also full, the horses would take turns in going into the pastures at day and night but sometimes all would be brought in if there was a storm or bandits were close by along with the obvious prey animals. Anyway's, continuing down the centre of the stall's she came to a sudden stop, turning to her left she glanced at the large black stallion who stood with his head hung over the door awaiting his master. Smiling she grabbed the equines large head and pulled it up, kissing the stallions snout she chuckled as he nodded his head up and down and allowed a snort to blow through his nostrils. Her mousey brown locks blew back with the slight gust of wind which caused her to let out a chuckle as she began to stroke the stallions neck - then roughly patting it. Opening the door she stepped back and grabbed the horses head collar "C'mon boy it's time to go!" she spoke with a soft tone as she smiled at the equine, slowly she lead him out of the stall and towards the posts outside the barn to tack him up.
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May aswell post then. In a hurry so nothing too great. xP]]
Anawa sighed heavily and got to her feet once again and began to walk out of the village you could call it. As she walked, she past by Ashkii helping one of the elders. She simply offered a nod and continued walking. When she arrived on the outskirts of her tribe home, she whistled. In the distance, she saw her horse. He swivled his ears forward hearing her whistle and began galloping towards before skidding to a halt in front of her. Anawa put her hand out and stroked the bridge of his nose before walking to his side and climbing on top of him. She used his mane as an alternative to reins and broke into a walk down the hill. She was planning on going to the nearby settlement to observe their actions. She was always sort of interested in them, though never really liked them. After a bit she arrived at the town, though she kept her distance. She wasn't sure what the town was called, but didn't care. She knew where it was. Anawa's brown gaze shifted as she noticed a man near her. Her body stiffened as she realized he could see her, right there in the open. She began to back up as he reached for the pistol on his hip. She jammed her heels into the equine's sides and they both bolted to their home. She heard a bullet go right past her head. She gasped slightly and finally relaxed as she lost sight of the guy. She slowed back to a walk as they neared they tribe. She slid off his back and patted his neck before sitting down in the grass. She watched the stallion graze as she fiddled with the green grass around her. If someone saw her now it'd be quite clear that she had been up to her usual antics.
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Winifred Boston
Winifred sat up from her bed, her dark brown eyes glazed with grogginess. "What'd I miss?" She said with her thick Southern accent. She put a shaky hand to her face then ran it through her mangled hair. "They didn't wake me up, goddammit." She swore heavily under her breath as she slid out of bed; her nightdress was horribly wrinkled from the restless night, her hair a tangled nest, and her eyes still slightly glazed over. She quickly made herself presentable, though a few bags held under her eyes. Her gloved hands smoothed the front of her dress until she couldn't reach any further. "That outta do it." She quickly left her room, her hat inhand as she left. Better than nothin', though. The woman thought, putting a hand to her head as she placed her hat on as well.
As she walked out, Finicky rushed to her side, his tail happily wagging along with his rhythmic barks. His deep, chocolate eyes blinked up at her as his barks went silent. "Good boy~" She cooed to him, patting him on his head. The English Setter quickly kept up with his owner as she trudged against the dirt road. Her older brother was talking to a hand, unaware of Winifred's slight burning anger. "Why didn't you wake me?" She hissed, turning him around before letting him say another word. "You didn't seem like you needed to be 'woken," He calmly replied, though he furrowed his brows. "So, I didn't wake ya." The girl only rolled her eyes.
"I highly doubt that, but whatever the brother wishes - the brother gets, isn't that right?" She could tell her words stung, it was painfully shown across his face. She trotted away from her sibling, her dog at her heels, his eyes kept looking at her with a slight submitting look to them. "Oh, calm down, Fin," She huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm not gonna hurt ya."
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((I'll do a quick post, this isn't gonna be too great XD))
Tokala
Tokala walked through the tribe, leading her goat, Tyee with a rope. He gave a small grunt, but continued following her. "Come on boy, you don't wanna get fat, do you?" she chuckled, and tried to pet his neck, but was only greeted with another grunt as he turned away. Sighing, she kept leading him around when she saw her father approach. His greying hair was braided and laid on his shoulders.
"Tokala, it's not safe to be outside at the time. I... I believe I heard a gunshot." He said, his voice calm as he spoke. Tokala stared at him a bit worried, even though gunshots were becoming more and more common.
"I think I'm fine right now," she said, leading Tyee away from her father without another word.
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Name: Gyra (pronounced Jai ra)
Nick: Gy
Gender: female
Age: 18, 7 mos
Race: native American
Profession: mainly a Hunter. Helps with other small tasks.
Personality: strong and loyal. Does anything to help the tribe. Loves hunting and is very kind and has a soothing voice. Her mother is deceased.
Accompanied by: Kama and Miko. Miko is her cougar and Kama is her wolf. Both same age and she raised them since cub and pup hood.
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Other: She loves the taste of salmon in spring the best.