The Awakening Of Change

[mythicdawnmaster]

Howdy everyone :thumbsup:

 

Here is a new RP, created by myself and TheBestIdiot.

 

Plot:

 

The year is 1905, bandits, outlaws and crime runs amok in the dying west, as the civilized try to turn the old west, into a new land of there creation... but a dark threat looms over the lands of america, in the western town of Black-oak and it's neighboring lands, all production on rail roads, and all of the plans of the civilized world have come to a halt, as nature twists against them, the days become scorching hot, the nights icy cold, and a demon... a demon of great power stalks the lands, killing those stupid enough to wander in the dark...

 

The RP is more character based than anything, the plot is simply here to impact upon there lives... It will follow the story of every character very closely, mostly keeping out details of how the area and the world is doing, so we can focus on our characters.

 

Character sheets:

 

Name:

 

Age:

 

Gender

 

Race(Asian, Caucasian, African American etc etc.)

 

Appearance:

 

Clothing:

 

Weapon(s):

 

Personality:

 

History/background:

 

Distinguishing feature:

 

And i think that is all that need be said... if anything needs to be added, this will be edited

 

Have fun!

Edited June 13, 2012 by mythicdawnmaster

[AnotherAverageName]

Name: Sheriff Neville Jones

 

Age: 41

 

Gender: Male

 

Race: American

 

Appearance: Neville is overweight but muscular, he has a slight beard, short dark hair and dark green eyes. He has a proud and wide jawline and somewhat "oversized" biceps.

 

Clothing: Sheriff uniform and badge, usually wears a hat.

 

Weapon(s): Two revolvers

 

Personality: Neville is a strict and rather grumpy person. He can also be kind and friendly but only to people he knows well. He his quick to resort to violence but will negotiate.

 

History/background: Neville was born in the town Black Oaks, he was born to the Sheriff of the town and after he died he took his place. After his father died he became depressed and put on weight, he is currently the Sheriff of the town and is tasked with protecting it...

Edited June 14, 2012 by AnotherAverageName

[Brutii]

demons... grrr... *becomes a grey knight* demons and heretics shall fall before me *end of creepy grey knight phase

 

I'll have a sheet up soon

[mythicdawnmaster]

Name: Belle Smith/ Bloody Belle

 

Age: 26

 

Gender: Female

 

Race: Caucasian American

 

Appearance: Belle has a beautiful face, long blonde hair, and a very thin tall body. She wears red lipstick, red cheeks, and black eyeliner, and mascara, in a strange, dark pattern around her eyes:

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymqc1F9uD1qzy531o1_500.jpg

 

Clothing: Belle wears a tight white corset, a Metis Frock coat, long tight trousers OR stockings and underwear, depending on the situation, she wears a pair of long, black laced boots, and a large belt. She wears a huge hat, she stole from a rich and powerful noble woman, it sports plumes of feathers, and jeweles.

 

 

Weapon(s): A pair of Lemat revolvers, a small pistol, and a knife.

 

Personality: A strange and insane woman, Belle is prone to fits of extreme happiness, and fits of extreme anger, she has a sadistic side, and a dark, and strange sense of humor.

 

History/background:: Daughter of a bounty hunter and a loving housewife, Belle grew up having a comparably spoiled childhood.

 

When she turned eight, she and her parents moved south, towards a town called New Jerusalem. Her father wanted to open a new business, to finally settle down with the money he had earned as a bounty hunter. While her parents sat at the front of their wagon, Belle sat in the back, practicing with the violin. However, suddenly she heard a shot, and her mother screaming. After yet another shot, her mother's screaming was silenced, and the wagon came to a halt. Belle slipped out of the carriage, and dropped under it. She saw horses approaching. But then she saw the corpses of her parents.

Traumatised for life, Belle kept lying there, staring at her dead family while the men began searching the carriage for valuables.

 

Then, a shot again.

Belle shrieked, burrowing her face. A few more shots followed, and when Belle looked up again, the two men were dead. Then, the sound of a horse approaching. Belle watched with horror as two booted feet dropped onto the ground, and then walked towards her.

 

After long moments, the man convinced Belle to come outside. He carried her away from the bodies, away from what used to be her family. But Belle would never be the same again, the events made her suffer from severe trauma, and she remained mentally unstable for may years after.

 

After almost 15 years of traveling with her savior, she killed him, as she was pushed to the edge of sanity, her mind completely breaking. She became one of the most notorious outlaws in the west, renowned for her brutal and bloody murders.

 

Distinguishing feature: A mad look in her brown eyes, and a beauty spot on her cheek.

Edited June 13, 2012 by mythicdawnmaster

[BaldurAnthology]

Name: Father Brian Kilpatridk

 

Age: 40

 

Gender Male

 

Race Irish Caucasian

 

Appearance: 6 foot 2, Blue eyes, thinning brown hair. Tanned skin.

 

Clothing: A long black cassock, with black trousers, a gold cross on a neck chain around his neck, dark but comfortable shoes, and a white shirt

 

Weapon(s):Although Father Kilpatrick usually prefers not to use weapons, he carries a Shotgun and a 44 cal revolver. He also carries a Machete for practical use

 

Personality:Father Kilpatrick is a quiet man, usually preferring a peaceful and solitary life. He does like company though, and occasionally seeks it out.

 

History/background: The father is not the most devout priest out there. He sleeps with ladies, and drinks alcohol. However, he does believe that God forgives sins, and will preach as such. He is currently in his church, but is starting to feel that restless itch he gets now and again to go out and see the world again. He has heard disturbing rumors about a demon, and feels a priest is what would be necessary. His parents were born in Ireland, and came to settle in America, but were killed off be disease. Brian went to live in an orphanage, where upon the age of 15, he started training to be a priest.

 

Distinguishing feature: Brian has little to distinguish him, except for a scar across his eye from an accident with a blade as a young boy.

[TheBestIdiot122]

Name: Ian White

 

Age: 31

 

Gender: Male

 

Race: Caucasian American

 

Appearance:

http://i49.tinypic.com/2ypjew2.jpg

 

 

Clothing:

http://i50.tinypic.com/2611d29.jpg

 

 

Weapon(s): His real fathers old Colt Single Action Army, or Colt 45.

 

Personality: Ian is well mannered, and also congenial towards most people, but is incredibly quiet after the brutal murders of his home town. He is also cautious when it comes to strangers, but won't shoot, or try to kill, anyone on sight.

 

History/background:

 

Born into a middle class family, and his father being a old Army Vet, life was quite lazily good for him and his family. His life was of a normal boy growing up in New Austin. He had friends that he played with, he went to school, and even had a part time job at the General Store. It was a good life, a life that Ian had cherished until he was around the age of 9. He was at his part time job at the General Store, since it was in town and his parents' ranch was only 10 minute walk to town. Ian walked there for his shift in the late afternoon, which was around 6 o'clock. As he entered the store, he was greeted by the familiar deep, but crackly voice of the General Store owner, Micheal Patterson. Ian liked him a lot, he treated Ian like a second son-- or brother to him, because his wife was fertile and was unable to have kids of his own. Surprisingly, Micheal was never down about it. Micheal greeted Ian with a tiny piece of candy, with his batty smile of his that always bore his face when he saw Ian.

 

Throughout the night, all kinds of people went into the store to buy many assortments of bags of food and other goods. Ian was confused as to why the night was so incredibly busy. as another customer entered the store. He shook off the thought and continued working. However, Ian had no idea that his life was going to be ripped apart in matter of minutes. After hearing a series of gunfire that riddled the store and nearby buildings with bullets, a gang of bandits rode through, shooting anyone in their path. People were gunned down mercilessly in the streets. The flashes of the gunfire lit up the town from miles away, much less the sound. Stranger's blood softly flowed down the road, and people were linded up, and shot. Blood splattered onto the walls, as well as the bodies were thrown into a pile of burning wood, the deep cries of people being burned alive. Buildings were sent on fire as the bandits massacre continued. Ian watched, dumbstruck out the window until Michel quickly grabbed Ian and opened a small cupboard for him to crawl into, "Stay here, don't come out no matter what happens!" Micheal said, with a austere expression on his face. Ian only nodded, with his breath heavily and his mind racing with his heart beating a mile a minute. He didn't know what to do, he sat there and waited... and waited... He could only hear the faint steps of the old shop owner, they were frantic and uncoordinated, and heavy. Suddenly, he heard a couple more heated of multiple steps from the shop door. Ian peeked out of the cupboard to see Michel holding his hands into tight, white knuckled fists. The sadness and panic plagued the boys mind as he watched hopelessly as the bandit held up the gun to his head. The other three bandit's went through the store and threw down the racks of stuff that hanged there. Micheal pleaded as the men destroyed the store, and finally the man placed his finger on the trigger of the Sawed off Shotgun. He ducked back into the cupboard again, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. Ian could hear the soft sobs and the apologetic pleads to spare his life. 'Bang' Ian heard. His ears rang loudly, unable to know what just happened until he heard the shop owner fall to his knees, and then finally falling toward the cupboard where Ian was hiding. He jumped from the thud, with blood that spattered as he fell, hitting some of the droplets into Ian's face. The blank expression of his eye that looked upon Ian as the evil men laughed as they left.

 

Ian kept his hand over his mouth still, as his bright brown eyes glistened when a lone tear rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't believe his own eyes. He thought this was just a horrible nightmare, and that he will wake up soon. However, that didn't happen as the time passed. It was real. He stared upon the dead expression of Micheal, who was still blankly looking straight at Ian. He turned away as his stomach filled with knots and butterflies as he was deathly afraid to leave the cupboard. The smell of death lurking up his nose as the blood flowed in almost every direction now. Ian closed his eyes and he reached for the door and lightly pushed it, hearing the squeaking sound of the hinges as the door opened, Ian slowly opened his eye's and peeked outside. To his horror, he finally saw the rest of Micheal's face come into view. The other half of his face was completely blown off. Ian leaded back fleetly and tightly closed his eyes. At a feeling at the pit of his stomach, He leaned forward outside of the cupboard and vomited. Heavily breathing, trying to catch his breath, His brows furrowed as the realization set into his mind. He used the back of his hand to wipe the excess vomit off of his lips as he looked at the freshly regurgitated vomit pile. Ian watched unacceptably as the blood of Micheal mixed into it. He shook his head, now even more tears running down his cheeks. He needed to leave, find his parents. Ian looked to his left, then his right to see that the evil men have left, then he slowly moved out from the safety of the cupboard. The scene outside of the store was worse then he could possibly imagine. People running around, blood everywhere, people who were set on fire running around like headless chickens... Ian sobbed as he stepped over the vomit and into the pool of blood that surrounded Micheal. Taking careful steps that he doesn't sip, but yet gagging at the same time. After finally getting past the pool of blood, he ran outside. Some buildings were on fire, while others were coated in blood. The people were dead or dying on the ground, pools of blood slowly flowing down the tiny slope of the road. As he felt the blood running through his feet yet again, Ian ran toward his parent's ranch.

 

Upon reaching the ranch, Ian could already tell the bandits were here too. Upon rushing through the door, to see multiple dead bandits that have been expertly been shot in the head. He smiled at the hope that his parents might still be alive, Ian ran up the stairs to see three more dead bodies, Again, he thought about seeing his parents, alive and healthy. However, he saw the wet blood trail that led to his parents room. His smile quickly vanished into a frown, into a look of despair. Approaching the door, he breathed in deeply as he gripped the bloodied loose knob and turned it, opening the door. To his horror, he saw his mother, tied to the bed naked with multiple cuts, bruises, and knife stab wounds. The blood spread across the wall sickeningly. He raised his hand to cover his mouth as he cried again, the tears running through his hand and down his forearm. He turned to see his father, who to Ian was the perfect father figure as the memories of them flooded into his mind as he quickly walked over to his already rotting father. His innards have been forcefully ripped from the inside of his stomach, onto the floor. He was shot in multiple areas, thought his whole body. His eyes, having been plucked out and used as cigarette holders, the cigarettes still burning smoke from his eyes. His jugular vein had been torn out, and thrown against the wall. Ian stood. He just stood there as the flames burned the town in the window.

 

22 years later...

 

To this day, the haunting memories of the town still scorched his mind. He spent the first few months burring the dead, that have either been burned or shot to such a degree that he didn't even recognized any of the faces anymore. He buried his friends, his parents, the old shop owner, and countless other victims of the bandit raid. They didn't even take anything, they just did it for the hell of it. Ian's anger slowly resided over the years, realizing that finding the person that did it was near impossible. Now that the world was changing, and that... Demon that now wonders around the vast plains, had lost in all hope of civilization, it was only him, his fathers Colt, and the road.

 

 

Distinguishing feature: He had some scars on both sides of his face when a cougar attacked him earlier in his life.

Edited June 14, 2012 by TheBestIdiot122

[TheBestIdiot122]

Double post, sorry. Edited June 13, 2012 by TheBestIdiot122

[BaldurAnthology]

Blimey! Everyone comes up with gigantic backstories, and I can't think of anything like that for Brian. Deary deary me.

[BaldurAnthology]

Alright, it seems a lot of my posts cause conflict. So, from here on out, I will not post unless someone PMS me ant tells me to. Also, if there are plans to do stuff, Let me know ahead of time so I don't end up with people being upset that I made their plans Un useable.