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Post by Travis Denam on Nov 9, 2007 23:56:14 GMT -5
Hello everyone and let me thank you for joining my proboard. Now lets move onto more imoptant things. In this thread, sign up with your characters name, history, and such. I will aprove it and you can start RPing. Jobs and positions are on another board.
And ofcourse... PLEASE read the rules before you do anything.
RP Name: C-box Name: Age: History: Example of RP: Answer to question: (You will find this question in the rules):
Example RP Name: Travis Denam C-box Name: Eric Age: 24
History: Travis arrived in deadwood looking for a job in the gold mines. His family was back on the east coast, and he planned on wiring his money back to them to make ends meet. His plans didnt work out. He ended up injuring himself in a mine accident, so he had to take a new job in town. He started in the general store, gradually moving up to becoming the manager and owner. He lives in a modest 2 bedroom house on the edge of town, and is active in the community.
Example of RP: Travis stood at the counter, measuring out steel nails when he heard the gunshots. He had lived there long enough to know that those meant hostiles were in the town. He jumped over the counter, grabbing his remington .700 magnum lever action as he ran out. He looked down the street and sure enough there were 3 bandits shooting into the bank. He stood and sighted on one of the bandits, shooting him off his horse. "Now let that all be a lesson to you ruffians. Leave town or ill kill the rest of yous!" He yelled as the other two galloped away, leaving thier buddy behind. Travis walked back into the shop, replacing the rifle at the door. He went back to his work. Killing came naturaly to him after so many years acting as the towns vigilaint.
Answer to question: Winter
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Post by Katie Valerious on Dec 20, 2007 21:18:49 GMT -5
Name: Katelyn "Katie" Storm Valerious Name(what you want to be called in the board and c-box): Mastermind Age: 23
History: Katie used to live in a small town in Texas with her family (parents, 2 sisters, 1 younger brother) and her kelpie dog Roy. Life seemed perfect to her. But that all changed when the tornado passed through.... kill her entire family and her friends. Leaving her the soul survivor of the destruction. She was 20 at the time.
Three years later Katie arrived in deadwood looking for work. She needed money to support herself. She had left 5 other groups in previous towns when they proved to be unchallenging or useless in pay. Hopefully Deadwood would have something better for her...
Example of RP: Katie hummed quietly to the large stallion that she was grooming, keeping him soothed by her gentle voice. The horse snorted as he picked as his hay lazily.... hunger wasn't something that he was feeling at the moment.
The girl worked quickly but carefully, brushing the bay coat until it gleamed. "There now", she stated with pride taking a step back to admire the stallion, her accent in full swing. "Now ya'll gorgeous again". Katie picked up her grooming kit and exited the stall, slapping the horse on the rump gently. "Stay out of the mud".
Katie dropped the kit back into the tackroom and went around to the main office. "Champ, Diablo, Deigo, Honey and Moselle are all groomed and ready to go". After that Katie walked down to see her mare Jinx. The buckskin mare whinnying at her arrival. "Hey sweetie", Katie cooed to the horse. "Wanna go for a ride?"
Answer to question: Spring
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Post by Jesse Wynthro on Dec 20, 2007 21:21:10 GMT -5
Name: Jesse Wynthro Name(what you want to be called in the board and c-box): Peregrine, Pippin, Pip, Oliver, or Livy. Age: 17 History: Jesse grew up in the heart of Kentucky as the son of a mustang wrangler, Bob. The man claimed that he was an honest man, but really he was cheating on Jesse's mother Thelma, with another woman. Besides this fact he was a drunk and regularly beat his wife and son. Clever and witty Thelma found out about her husband's well concealed love affair by the time Jesse was 12 years old. When Thelma confronted her husband with the matter, the motified Bob shot her dead and Jesse fled the farm in terror on his father's traveling horse.
For many days and nights he traveled, until he came to a town. The young, but tough looking young boy dismounted and entered a nearby saloon and unknowingly walked right into the middle of a fight between two men, one drunk and the other merely defending himself. Upon seeing the young boy, the drunk stumbled towards him, punched Jesse in the nose and sent him sprawling halfway across the room, blood all over his face. The defending man, who is a kind fellow, stood up for Jesse and threw himself between the young boy and the man's next blow and obtained a fair amount of brusing as a reward. The enraged drunk stumbled out of the saloon and a moment later a gunshot was heard. As the people rushed outside, they say the animal which had been Jesse's horse, lying dead, shot through his skull and the mad drunkard galloping away, laughing madly.
Jesse sat by the dead body of his horse the rest of the that day, unable to go anywhere or do anything. His horse had been his only companion, apart from his mother, and now his horse too had been shot by a drunk. As he sat there, the man, Toby, who had stood up for him during the fight in the saloon, came out and talked with the lad. Their talk resulting in him offering Jesse a job as a horseboy at his stables and as a waiter at night on his dancefloor. And so Jesse grew up that way, and was in time given another horse from Toby, which he named Kentucky Bluegrass, or Blue for short. Example of RP: (From when I'm Playing Peregrine on Silmaril Knights.))
With a tyamphant cry, Peregrine pulled his sword from the lifeless minatour, his battlecry ringing out loudly. Vollo caught on to his excitement and neighed loudly and then at Peregrine's command, shot foward, galloping as sending the minatour's body out of his path by kicking it, seemily accidently, with his front hooves. Man and horse raced through the battle field, it couldn't be plainer that they were both enjoying themselves in their glory. Then Peregrine, feeling already jubilent, saw Raver, fighting like a true knight, killing cooling, disbatching in style.
"YES, RAVER!" He bellowed across the field, "GIVE THOSE VAMPIES H**L!!!!!" He cheered loudly. With a woop, he continued on his way.
Vollo had jut finished an impressive rear in front of an enemy elf, when Peregrine heard a scream, a familiar scream, Raver's scream. "Raver!" Peregrine hollered, spinning Vollo around in the direction of the sound coming from Raver's scream. His eyes widened and he let out a scream of pure terror, not for himself, but for her, his wife to be.
"RAVER!!!!" Vollo was galloping as fast as he could towards Raver, pinned to the ground under the Vampire's boot.
"I want to see you die, girl." He said venomously.
"Raver, no!" Peregrine yelled.
Raver looked weak, strength gone, Peregrine heard her mutter what sounded like "Scum you." To the vampire. Vollo slammed to a stop as Peregrine dismounted, Revenger already drawn, of course.
"Raver." Peregrine said urgently. His green eyes found her sound brown ones. They were like to those of a deer, soft, kind, innocent. He locked his eyes with her. "Raver, I'm so sorry, I..."
"I love you, Peregrine Alexander." He heard her utter. Then he saw the light leave her soft brown eyes as the vampire that he did not know was still there, ran his blade through her heart, killing her completely.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Peregrine screamed as Raver died. He jumped over a dead body and scrambled over to her. "Oh please, no...." With utter fury he turned to the vampire.
"Hello you, worthless, piece of scum, you dog." He spat in Raver's killer's face. Then, in one swift motion, he drew back his sword and plundged in, deep into the vampire's black, stone heart. He screamed a terrible scream before falling, crumpling, at Peregrine's feet.
"Raver." Peregrine repeated for the millionth time. He dropped to his knees to look into her face. His bloody hand found her wrist, even his sensitive senses could not detect a sign of life.
"Iginis!" He tried next, evoking his fire element and directing the powerful flames at her chest, they hit it, hard, but those flames designed to pull even the most fatalily wounded from the land of the dead and back with the living, failed.
It took Peregrine a minute to realize that Raver was really dead, it was irreversable. A dark shadow fell over his face as he put his close to hers and tenderly brushed his lips against hers for the final time. As he raised his head once more his green eyes had become very bright. Tears rolled down his suntanned cheeks and he held Raver's limp body to him.
His turned a face streaked with tears and dirt up to a worryed Al-Shamma as she approached, seeming confused and angry at her mistress for not rising up and continuing the fight. Behind him, Vollo stood still, head drooping, as if he understood what was going on. He was a very understanding horse, Vollo, and very connected to Peregrine's emotions through the binding chain.
"She's gone, Sham." Peregrine told the confused Arabian mare, pawing the ground in front of him. "She's gone..." He voice broke as he and the two horse's just stayed there. It was very strange, but the battle seemed to just ignore them, leave them alone by themselves, as if even the monsters of the King could know grief, pain, sorrow, suffering, and even love.
With a slow movement, Peregrine rose, lifting Raver's body as if she weighed no more them a feather. He mounted Vollo and put her body in the saddle before him, her head lolling to one side. It broke his heart all over again and another sob rent his throat. He carryed her deep into the woods, deeper and deeper he rode, far away from the battle. He was taking her to his childhood play place, his fort as a child.
There he laid her, in the crook of the arm of some tree roots, a small cave under the tree itself. He knew that nothing in the world would come to bother her, he knew this because in the place was protected by an ancient magice, which is another long story. He laid her limp form there, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her pretty face. He stepped back and looked at her. To him, she looked like she was merely sleeping, peaceful, happy. Even though her tear-streaked face and blood-soaked body betrayed any notion that she was sleeping. Peregrine felt his heart break again.
"I'll be back later." He whispered to her. "I promise, my love." Then he turned around and walked over to Vollo, whom he mounted and rode back to the battle.
As he rode back out onto the battle field, he knew his life had completely changed. Right now he was still taking in the fact that Raver was dead, he still could not quite conprehend it. But he knew from bitter experience that he would comprehend it later. Oh did he know. But he also knew that right now what he needed to do was concentrate on the battle at hand, it seemed almost cruel to forget her momentarily, but he had to, such was the way of war.
But as he rode out he sat tall in the saddle. He was Peregrine Alexander, the conquerer. Peregrine the strong. Peregrine the tryamphant. Peregrine the warrior. Peregrine the heartbroken.
Before he finally charged back into the fray he bent his head and whispered so quietly that only he and Vollo could hear,
"I love you, Raver Odin."
What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter.
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Post by Elizabeth Blair on Dec 20, 2007 21:40:18 GMT -5
Name: Elizabeth Blair
Name(what you want to be called in the board and c-box): Lizzie
Age: 23
History: Elizabeth is from back east, and never had any intentions of coming to Deadwood. But after school there weren't many openings for a young woman who wanted to teach and so she went West. She heard that the town of Deadwood needed a teacher and so here she is.
Example of RP: Elizabeth was new to town and wasn't entirely sure where she was supposed to be going, so she made for the post office. Back home there was always someone around there who knew what was going on. She was dressed in nice clothes, obviously from back east and the hems of her dress were getting dusty from the dirt road. Not that she noticed, because she was far to busy trying to find where it was she was going from here. No one had met her at the train station, even though they had said they would.
Favorite Season: Fall
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Post by Travis Denam on Dec 21, 2007 17:40:48 GMT -5
kate and elizabeth, both of you are minus the answer to the question, please read the rules first. Thank You!
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Post by Jesse Wynthro on Dec 22, 2007 4:38:41 GMT -5
Jesse's is finished.
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Post by Carson Moore on Dec 26, 2007 22:33:04 GMT -5
RP Name: Carson Moore C-box Name: Carson Age: 20 History: Carson Moore grew up in the town of Tombstone, Arizona. Her father was a drunk who beat her mother every night. When Carson was 11, her father beat her mother until her mother had nothing to do but fight back. She grabbed her gun and shot him. After killing her father, Carson's mother turned the gun on herself, taking her own life. Being only a young girl, Carson went to live with her uncle, whom was a very nice man who lived in Nebraska. But he became ill and died after 6 years of fighting the illness.
When Carson was 17, she decided that she would go up to South Dakota after hearing about a down called Deadwood. She took her uncles horse, Arabeth, and a few possesions and started her journy to Deadwood. Upon arriving at the town, she realized that she was out of money and couldn't survive without a job. Usuing her good looks and charm, she got a job as a saloon girl. Example of RP: (Taken from Elysian Academy, Posted as Zhang Greyback)
Zhang didn't really pay much attention to who entered the pub and who didn't. It wasn't really all that important to her, as she rarely ever started a conversation. It wasn't because she was anti-social or anything...It was just the fact that people really pissed her off. It never failed that when she was in a conversation, she became frustrated by the person and wanted to hurt them...Sometimes kill them. You see...Zhang was a very violent person as a child, which could be expected if you were the daughter of Fenrir Greyback. From time to time, she still lashes out in violent urges but lately she had kept them down, which was probably a very good thing.
She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned her head back in her chair. It was a quiet night in the bar and it was quite relaxing. Very rarely was this bar quiet. Usually it was full of drunks who were humiliating themselves in front of everyone. But not tonight. She pondered why the usuals were not in the pub but couldn't really come up with anything good to answer her question, therefore she dropped it and didn't think about it any longer.
She tilted her head down again and looked towards a young man, who was coming her way. He didn't look drunk, which was a good thing. She hated it when drunken men came up to her. The last one that did...well...let's just say he won't ever walk again. She brought herself forward in her chair and took a long drink of her fire whiskey. As the young man came closer, she smiled slightly, recognizing the face of Landers Gaunt.
"Landers Gaunt..." She said nodding slightly after he finished speaking. "Hmm...Sounds like my father actually. I'm assuming that you know him...But alas...I despise children." She said with a smile as she pictured herself tearing into a child's flesh.
Answer to question: Autumn
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Post by Elizabeth Blair on Jan 10, 2008 17:20:46 GMT -5
Mine is done. *wonders why it hasn't been approved*
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