Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 20, 2016 17:47:01 GMT -5
Yes, I'm that bored x3
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Here are my rules. Forum Rules, post at least three sentences per rp post, post at least once a day unless you'll tell me you'll be gone, and be LGBT+ friendly. Don't like, don't join.
You don't need to have seen the movie to be in this rp.
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You don't need to have seen the movie to be in this rp.
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Setting is around the 1870's, western America.
It won't be exactly like the movie, as the Seven will be moving to wherever they're needed instead of only one villain so this rp won't die out. Like the movie, a group of seven gunslinging prodigies are brought together to stop those who terrorize others. There will be other characters allowed too. Future and side plots can be discussed when people actually join X'D Below are the spots for the Seven, and the person's name (Will be OC characters). Each spot/role is based off of one from the movie.
The Leader~
The Gambler~
The Sharpshooter~
The Tracker~ Woodrow "Woody" Farrock
The Knife-Wielder~ Timothy "Tim" Griffin
The Outlaw~
The Comanche~
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To join, just post a description of your character(s). Give them some flaws though, as no one's perfect. And as I said this rp is LGBT+ friendly, include their orientation. Other than that, you can include whatever else, within reason. They don't have to be one of the Seven though. They can be townspeople, farmers, villains, etc. If you want one of the Seven, ask me. Only ask if you're active though.
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Locations will be listed as we go along.
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Relationships: (If you want your character to like another, just put it in your character description)
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Character List:
Tommy Bereaux~ 34 years old, 5'10 height. Shaggy blonde hair with green/hazel eyes (WIP)
Tommy Bereaux~ 34 years old, 5'10 height. Shaggy blonde hair with green/hazel eyes (WIP)
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Woodrow "Woody" Farrock - 28 y/o - Homosexual
5'7 height. Spawn of Asian immigrants, so he has those familiar narrow eyes, and his eyes are a dark brown. Well, his right eye is. His left eye is a milky white, having lost his sight there after the left of his face was horribly burned and scarred. He keeps it all covered with a black bandana, and none of it is visible unless he removes the bandana. His hair is dark brown-black color, and grown to a length where he needs to keep it pinned or tied up. Woody also has a light moustache growing on his top lip. Usually wears a cotton shirt with dark black pants and boots. Black gloves cover his hands. On the top of his head is his hat, black and slightly worn. For weapons, he decides to carry two handguns, a stolen rifle, a shotgun, three hatchets, two large knives, and the legendary ability to find anything that currently or formerly kicked. For personality, Woody is nice, civil enough. He's quiet, and doesn't like loud noise if it isn't necessary. To strangers, he's a little.... hostile. His speech sounds low and rough, slightly intimidating almost. One tends to be if they're spending their lives in the "mountain" life. And yeah, he was pretty much raised by the wilderness. He was brought from his homeland, in Asia, still in his mother's belly, and born in America eight months later. Instead of giving him a name of his homeland, he was given an "American name" instead. When he was six though, his parents were killed by bandits, who scared him off so far that he got lost. Woody didn't even try to go back. He just got more lost as he ran to put distance between the danger and death. He had to live though, get moving. Learned to live wild. Traveled too (he speaks some of the Spanish language, and some of a few Native American Tribes), learning new things. When he turned 27 though, he'd become one of the Seven, and learned to act a little more civilized. He wasn't recruited for most of his talents though. No, just two. His skill with a gun. And his skill of tracking. Woody knows how to track, strategize, hunt and kill easily because of tracking. It's near impossible to escape them if he's trying to find you. And if he does? Pray to God it isn't to kill you. He's like a wild animal when fighting. Be it with guns, hatchets or even bare hands. Overall though, he's an intelligent man who pulls his weight, and expects you to do the same. His horse is a large white mare he named "Coal". (Rped by Smokey Feather)
5'7 height. Spawn of Asian immigrants, so he has those familiar narrow eyes, and his eyes are a dark brown. Well, his right eye is. His left eye is a milky white, having lost his sight there after the left of his face was horribly burned and scarred. He keeps it all covered with a black bandana, and none of it is visible unless he removes the bandana. His hair is dark brown-black color, and grown to a length where he needs to keep it pinned or tied up. Woody also has a light moustache growing on his top lip. Usually wears a cotton shirt with dark black pants and boots. Black gloves cover his hands. On the top of his head is his hat, black and slightly worn. For weapons, he decides to carry two handguns, a stolen rifle, a shotgun, three hatchets, two large knives, and the legendary ability to find anything that currently or formerly kicked. For personality, Woody is nice, civil enough. He's quiet, and doesn't like loud noise if it isn't necessary. To strangers, he's a little.... hostile. His speech sounds low and rough, slightly intimidating almost. One tends to be if they're spending their lives in the "mountain" life. And yeah, he was pretty much raised by the wilderness. He was brought from his homeland, in Asia, still in his mother's belly, and born in America eight months later. Instead of giving him a name of his homeland, he was given an "American name" instead. When he was six though, his parents were killed by bandits, who scared him off so far that he got lost. Woody didn't even try to go back. He just got more lost as he ran to put distance between the danger and death. He had to live though, get moving. Learned to live wild. Traveled too (he speaks some of the Spanish language, and some of a few Native American Tribes), learning new things. When he turned 27 though, he'd become one of the Seven, and learned to act a little more civilized. He wasn't recruited for most of his talents though. No, just two. His skill with a gun. And his skill of tracking. Woody knows how to track, strategize, hunt and kill easily because of tracking. It's near impossible to escape them if he's trying to find you. And if he does? Pray to God it isn't to kill you. He's like a wild animal when fighting. Be it with guns, hatchets or even bare hands. Overall though, he's an intelligent man who pulls his weight, and expects you to do the same. His horse is a large white mare he named "Coal". (Rped by Smokey Feather)
Timothy Griffin - 30 Years Old - Bisexual
While Tim isn't the most intimidating person you could meet in your lifetime, with his 5'9 height and rather gentle cognac eyes, his reputation alone is something that can make these traits look like a dangerous threat. Short dark brown hair, just beginning to show the first few gray hairs of his life, is kept neatly combed to one side in order to maintain a semi-formal appearance. A large pink scar runs from the corner of his right eye to just above the corner of his jaw, cutting into the slight stubble that's there. While he tends to keep himself shaven with only his goatee, time slips away from him, and he finds himself going much longer than he wants to without shaving. His build is the definition of average, and although he is slightly more muscled than many people make him out to be, most of it comes from lean muscle. When it comes down to brute strength, without any weapons, he would almost always lose the fight. He tends to keep his clothes simple and comfortable, such as light colored long sleeve shirts, a black vest, black pants, and black boots, all kept in a clean and orderly fashion when he can. Occasionally he will wear a tattered and worn down black hat, which is his father's hat and the only thing he's been able to keep from him family. He always keeps several large knives tucked away in various places, including one hanging from his belt, as well as a pistol he had taken during a duel he won kept in a holster next to the knife. Several smaller knives are also kept on him, more concealed the other ones. He started collecting the knives as a form of protection when he was younger, as they were easier to obtain and carry than any other weapon he came across.
There's something about Tim that always appears rather inviting and warm when you first meet him, and that much isn't wrong. He tends to be the man sitting quietly in the bar, but isn't afraid to strike up a conversation if someone approached him. He is willing to work with people to accomplish something, but very rarely does he truly trust a person with his life, and is constantly watching the people around him to look for some sort of hint of betrayal in their movement. When he was a child, he was born into a rather privileged home. Due to his father's high status as government official, however, it made their family an easy target for someone looking to get rich. He lost his family young from this, and was quickly driven into outlaw gangs and dangerous missions to make enough money to support himself. This is where he learned his skills, and also where he gained his lack of trust in men. Many of the people he came to know where criminals, ready to sell you out and even kill you to make a quick buck. After joining the seven, e had to leave behind everything he knew about the unfair and ruthless ways of being a criminal, learning slowly but surely to play by the rules again.
He is cold and calculating in a fight, leaning more towards speed and distant attacks to get him through instead of a wild brawl. He puts a lot into planning out every move and dodge, more than people often think. He has a palomino steed he named Marsh. (Rped by Harry Flynn)
While Tim isn't the most intimidating person you could meet in your lifetime, with his 5'9 height and rather gentle cognac eyes, his reputation alone is something that can make these traits look like a dangerous threat. Short dark brown hair, just beginning to show the first few gray hairs of his life, is kept neatly combed to one side in order to maintain a semi-formal appearance. A large pink scar runs from the corner of his right eye to just above the corner of his jaw, cutting into the slight stubble that's there. While he tends to keep himself shaven with only his goatee, time slips away from him, and he finds himself going much longer than he wants to without shaving. His build is the definition of average, and although he is slightly more muscled than many people make him out to be, most of it comes from lean muscle. When it comes down to brute strength, without any weapons, he would almost always lose the fight. He tends to keep his clothes simple and comfortable, such as light colored long sleeve shirts, a black vest, black pants, and black boots, all kept in a clean and orderly fashion when he can. Occasionally he will wear a tattered and worn down black hat, which is his father's hat and the only thing he's been able to keep from him family. He always keeps several large knives tucked away in various places, including one hanging from his belt, as well as a pistol he had taken during a duel he won kept in a holster next to the knife. Several smaller knives are also kept on him, more concealed the other ones. He started collecting the knives as a form of protection when he was younger, as they were easier to obtain and carry than any other weapon he came across.
There's something about Tim that always appears rather inviting and warm when you first meet him, and that much isn't wrong. He tends to be the man sitting quietly in the bar, but isn't afraid to strike up a conversation if someone approached him. He is willing to work with people to accomplish something, but very rarely does he truly trust a person with his life, and is constantly watching the people around him to look for some sort of hint of betrayal in their movement. When he was a child, he was born into a rather privileged home. Due to his father's high status as government official, however, it made their family an easy target for someone looking to get rich. He lost his family young from this, and was quickly driven into outlaw gangs and dangerous missions to make enough money to support himself. This is where he learned his skills, and also where he gained his lack of trust in men. Many of the people he came to know where criminals, ready to sell you out and even kill you to make a quick buck. After joining the seven, e had to leave behind everything he knew about the unfair and ruthless ways of being a criminal, learning slowly but surely to play by the rules again.
He is cold and calculating in a fight, leaning more towards speed and distant attacks to get him through instead of a wild brawl. He puts a lot into planning out every move and dodge, more than people often think. He has a palomino steed he named Marsh. (Rped by Harry Flynn)
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