Outlaws to the End:RPG

(based off of Red Dead Redemption)

1911. the Wild West is dying, and people are either trying to get rid of it, or rebel. this life is full of Adventure, drama, and thrilling action, but, it has its downs. you have to fight to survive here and you lose everything every day.

Govt. agent Form

Name:
Appearance:
Rank:
Weapon:
Bio:
Other

Outlaw Form

Name:
Appearance:
Age:
why you were outlawed:
Bio:
Weapons:
Nickname(optional):
Other

Bounty Hunter form

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapons:
Bio:
Other:

Other Form (rancher, store owner, Marshall, etc.)

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapons(optional)
Bio:
Other:

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Name: John Marston

Age: old enough.

Appearance: http://www.wildwestland.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/read-dead-redemption-screenshot.jpg

Weapons: repeaters, Revolvers, lasso, explosives, sniper, basically anything i can get.

Bio: my dad died when i was 8. i went into an orphanage, and ran away. i joined an outlaw group for a while. i got shot and they just left me. i eventually got a wife and a son (son is Jack Marston, he can be playable on this RPG). they Govt. came and took my family until i kill the people i used to ride with. its the only way i can get my family back. i did what they want, i got my family back, but they came back and they tried to kill me. they thought they succeeded, but my family got my back on my feet. i want revenge.

Other:i'm not a goody two shoes. i dont work for the govt, or anyone. i am my own man. and i'll kill anyone who thinks otherwise.

Name:Dadrako
Appearance:
Rank:Top Agent
Weapons:Smoke bombs,Guns,Laser pen,Anything i use
Bio:I was born trained by a legendary spy
Other:Nothing else

accepted

(Yes!)

Name: Kate
Appearance:


Age: 22
why you were outlawed: refused to give into todays changing ways and would get many people to trust me only to kill them and take everythign they had. Used to be a mass robber and such but has now calmed down more to just prevent losing the west.
Bio: When younger family was very poor so father would rob without the family knew. The father was also killed when discovered which left no one to keep taking care of the family. The mother tried....befriend?...high status guys and soon grew ill dying. Had one sister but hasnt talked to her since fathers death. In teen years grew to a outlaw.
Weapons: Guns, anything i can get my hands on?
Nickname(optional):
Other

Accepted

(I'll start)

- a train stops at Armadillo, New Austin. A few passengers walk out, then I do. I start walking down the dirt road, some people staring in shock, other people drops stuff, in terror. I ignore it and keeps walking. -

man: he's supposed to be dead!

Other man: the devil must have spit him out from hell..

Bounty hunter...

Name: Luna Smith (Fake name)
Age: 16 and a half
Appearance: avvy
Weapons: Arrows, pistol, whatevers nearby
Bio: Became a bounty hunter at 14 after killing some feds by mistake. Works for the right price. Currently in the Outlaw town working on a job. Real name nobody knows.
Other: BLAh...

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*Sits on a bench and watches the dead man walking*

"Boy do you bring back some memories..."

*Walks in front of him*

pardon me, Miss. - pushes her gently to the side and keeps walking -

Name: Sylria
Appearance: Red head with green eyes and freckles.
Age: Old enough.
why you were outlawed: I killed my Father because he gotten drunk every night and ever since then I've been murdering people.
Bio: Born in a small town where my Father worked a bar, and my Mother was one of the bar maids. Each night he would get drunk and hurt my Mother. I was soon enraged and killed him, running away as a Outlaw.
Weapons: Daggers, pistol, and a whip.
Nickname(optional): The Snake
Other: Very sneaky and cunning.

- walks into the Marshalls office - good Mornin' Marshall

Marshall: - drops whiskey bottle and stares at him - you.. you are supposed to be dead...

i suppose i was. i need your help. i'm looking for a Jake Woodson.

Marshall: not my county. i have no clue who he is.

oh, since he's not in your damn county you can't stop a killer?

Marshall: - sighs and looks at him - i'll see what i can find out.

- tips hat and walks out the door -

-Looks out form the shadows, green eyes glistening- Look here! John Martson.. .-Walks out, smiling- Don't remember me, do ya?

sorry Ma'am, can't say i do. - starts to walk again -

-walks behind him- I traveled with you at one time. But can't say I was left to die in a Canyon.. Sylria Watson's me name. -Scuffs- Don't wear it out.

a pleasure to re-meet ya i guess, Miss Watson. - a few more people stare at me as i walk by, i just light a cigarette an continues walking -

-Walks after him- And where are you going?

nowhere.. yet. - throws cigarette on ground and walks into the bar -

-Keeps following him- What do you plan though? I hear... you're in a revenge kind of stage. -Lights a cigarette-

i'm going to kill the people i used to ride with, then i'm going to kill the assess that took my family, then i'm going to live a new life.

-Puffs a smoke- Simple, not hard to do.. I like it!

it ain't simple when the people i used to ride with are hiding and trying to kill me at the same time.. - takes a shot of whiskey and looks at her - do you know a man that goes by Jake Woodson?

-Takes a shot- He sounds familiar, why?

lets just say he's lived a little too long for me.

-Smiles- You plan to kill him?

- nods and takes another shot of whiskey - used to ride with him.