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| Demon Rodeo [P]; Wester-Fantasy RP only for those mentioned in the OP | |
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| Lady Miracle | May 31 2010, 04:53 PM Post #1 |
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Only Devlin, Blaire, me, and TUC if he wants to join as well. Characters bio don't need to be complex: name, age, species and gender. I believe weapons, appearances and anything important to the actual RP can be described within our posts' content. Here goes. =============================== Bio A small Western town is the only civilization that can be found within several square miles. The town is made up by six small wooden houses and the Sheriff's office on the left side of town, the latter being about twice as big as any of the houses and equipped with two jail cells inside; the rightside of the townis made up by ten quaint houses, also wooden. And at the very end of it is a relatively large tavern. The town opens up to train rails and the sun beats down on the entire area. The only nearby vegetation are a few cactuses here and there. Taking a step on the dusty ground, a young coyote enters the scene. She walks somewhat merrily towards the tavern, rythmically moving her head from side to side, shaking her long braid slightly. She soon reaches the tavern and cracks open the doors with a loud sound. "Howdy, y'all!" she yells with a obviously fake accent and a huge smile on her face. As she opens her eyes and ears to welcome the greetings from everyone inside, she finds that there were only a couple of people there; barely anyone at all, actually. Her face flushed red with a bit of embarrassment but she cleared her throat and walked towards a stool, the bartender ignoring her. =============================== (The demons haven't appeared yet but they will soon enough. Get posting.) |
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| Deleted User | May 31 2010, 05:18 PM Post #2 |
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Name: Vangradius (Goes by 'Vance') Zalyth Age: Unknown. Physically, he appears to be in his early twenties. Species: Human/Demon Gender: Male Note: A better...if somewhat incomplete...bio can be found in my blog, most recent entry, lower half. --- The plains outside of town were silent. A light breeze silently blew, making the plant life sway gently in the wind. The distant call of a coyote sounded, and aside from that, it was silent and calm. Suddenly, noise. A distant sound like rolling thunder signaled a horse passing by. It's rider was leaning forward desperately in the saddle. "Move, y'damn horse! MOVE!" He yelled, kicking the beast in the sides to make it move faster. It snorted in annoyance in response, speeding slightly. There was a CRACK, and the horse whinnied in fright as a bullet whizzed past. The man turned in his seat to see what was firing. The man who'd been pursuing him was back there. A man dressed in a black duster, a black cowboy hat, and wearing an eyepatch. In contrast to his all-black attire, his horse, a muscular and fast creature, was snow white. A .44 magnum was clutched in the mans hand, an archaic looking sword and a rifle slung across his back. "You're just wasting your time!" The man cackled, firing another round, "Old man Death always catches you in the end!" Panicking, the man continued to urge the horse to speed up, but to no avail. "FASTER, DAMMIT!" He shrieked in fear, giving one last, powerful kick. That did it. The horse, frightened by the gunshots and angered by the kicks, bucked, throwing the man off and onto the dirt, hard. Landing against a large rock, there was the sound of bone meeting stone as he bashed his skull into it. Blood poured from the wound, and the man let out a cry of pain and despair. His horse, moving faster now that it's load had been lightened, let out another whinny of terror and vanished into the distance, trailing dust behind it. The white horse slowed to a stop, and the black-dressed man got down, grinning. "What'd I tell you?" He laughed. "You can't cheat death for long, partner. No matter the game, no matter the odds, death with ALWAYS win in the end." He raised his revolver and shot the man in the head. He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he realized that, before dying, the man had soiled himself in terror. "Ugh." He grimaced. "Well, no way I'm reaching into HIS pockets to see what loot he's got. What a waste." He instead went for the mans vest, feeling around inside the coat pockets. His frown turned to a smirk of triumph as his efforts yielded a wad of money. "Perfect." He said, pulling out a cigarette and swiftly lighting it, "It's not much, but..." He paused to put the cigar in his mouth, "It'll do." It'll do? What're you planning on using it for this time, Vance? The voice of Velox, the demon in the katana strapped to his back, inquired. More alcohol? Perhaps gambling? "Well, I was thinking more ammunition. But I could go for some whiskey." Vance said, pocketing the cash. "Good thinking, Vel." Well, I AM a demon. Vance hopped onto his horse and squinted into the horizon. Off in the distance was a small town. "Ah, excellent." He said. He took off his hat for a minute, revealing a pair of small horns protruding from his forehead. He rubbed the sleeve of his duster against his head to wipe away the sweat. Placing the hat back on, he hopped back onto the horse. "Onward, Steve!" Vance ordered the steed, "To...whatever that place is called!" The horse whinnied in response, and charged off towards the distant village. --- Shortly Afterwards Vance strolled into the bar silently, like a ghost. His one eye darted around, examining each person inside quickly. Not many people were there. Excellent. He mused. If trouble ensues, it should be easy enough to get out of here. He plopped himself into a seat and waved the tavern keeper over. "Get me a whiskey, my friend." He said, handing the man some money. The man stared at it for a moment and arched an eyebrow at Vance. "Any particular reason this money has blood on it?" Vance frowned. "Do you really want to know?" The two stared at each other for a moment. Then, the man shook his head and said, "No. No I don't. I just don't want any trouble, y'hear?" "And I don't intend to GIVE you any trouble." Vance replied. "So that this is mutually beneficial to the both of us, why don't we just pretend that this money doesn't have any blood, human or otherwise, on it." The barkeep nodded. "Sounds good." With that, he took the cash and handed Vance a bottle of alcohol. "Ahhh, the Devil's own drink." Vance grinned. "Cheers." |
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Name: Shard Trundalt Age: 21 Species: Siberian Husky Gender: Male Name: Ruby Trundalt Age: 21 Species: Siberian Husky Gender: Female -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A small tumbleweed rolled past, dust trailing behind. It rolled a ways, stopping when it hit a small rock. There was then the sound of snapping twigs as a horse's hoof trailed over it. Atop this horse were a pair of huskies. The leader was a female, her fur a deep crimson. The dog behind her, his fur a dark orange, happened to be her brother. "Ruby, can you tell this horse to slow down?" "Ah come on Shard, where's the fun in our loyal steed bein' slow?" the red dog asked, a smirk on her muzzle. "Well, it'll be alot safer, that's for sure!" her brother yelled, hanging on for dear life. ............................................................................... To Shard's pleasant surprise, the horse did not throw him or his sister off, as he had thought it would. Instead, it stopped slowly when Ruby commanded to, right in front of a tavern. "Well, this seems like a fine place for a quick spell." Ruby said, getting off the horse. "As long as it's safe..." |
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| Lady Miracle | May 31 2010, 06:59 PM Post #4 |
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The coyote stared silently at the newcomer with her dark brown eyes. She then turned on her stool to face him. Her breathing was steady, and her gaze unchanging. Brushing some of her hair behind her shoulder, she watched the stranger a little longer. His short stare-down with the bartender over the bloody money had caught her attention. Her eyes then scoped the rest of the tavern. Not a lively bunch for sure. About two or three fellows had fallen asleep after getting drunk. Another just kept drinking from a half-full glass. Finally, she stood up, sat in the stool beside this "human" and smiled. "Hiya, stranger," she beamed up with a stretched out hand, "A real pleasure to meet you!" |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | May 31 2010, 09:12 PM Post #5 |
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Name: Ysaro Hitodama Age: Assuming the date is somewhere in the late 19th century, Ysaro is nearing 300 years of age. Species: Hedgehog Gender: Male ----------- The Americas were a treacherous place to be. The 'deserts' weren't like the sandy wastelands Ysaro was used to; they were vast stretches of red, with a ground more stone than dirt. Yes, they were cooler and more accomodating in terms of food, water and shelter at least, but there were far more dangerous creatures and environmental hazards to watch out for. He'd almost broken his ribs after getting caught in a rockslide a couple days back, and the amount of scorpions, snakes and wild dogs he was having to chase off was starting to get ridiculous. Where was civilisation? Towns? Roads? Heck, even the tracks that those damnable 'locomotives' ran on would be nice, if only to follow them to a worthwhile destination... He swung his sheathed sword at a rock as he passed it by, the tip of the scabbard batting it a few metres ahead of him. The movement would scare any creatures lying in ambush out of their hidey-holes before he got within range, though his clever foresight would have seemed like bored idling to anyone watching him. And in this all-too-big expanse, it was probable that someone WAS, somewhere, somehow. Whip! Click clickclickclick... Whip! Click clickclickclick... Whip! Ysaro stopped as the skittering of his companion rock failed to reach his ears. He narrowed his eyes against the shimmering of the heated air and took a few steps forward, sweeping his scabbard along the ground in front of him. Something seemed to rise out of the ground as he progressed, causing him to stop again. He was at the top of a cliff, the haze in the air blurring the distinction between the cliff lip and the land in the distance. His only point of reference was a collection of structures in the distance, which seemed to be the right shape and size to be... A town? he thought, About time too... Feeling forward with his sword, he was eventually able to make out the point at which the ground in front of him ended in a sheer drop. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, he crouched down, clipped his sword back onto his belt and carefully lowered himself down onto the cliff face. These deserts really were more accomodating. The cliffs had handholds everywhere. --- The hedgehog trudged into town after half an hour's hike. It seemed like his kind of place; very little modernisation to speak of, rustic, traditional. Might just spend a little while here before I continue on, he thought, My quarry isn't going anywhere that fast... A few days won't slow the hunt down by that much. First thing's first; water. While he didn't necessarily need it to survive, having a parched throat was still no less uncomfortable than if he were a normal person. Amongst the town's buildings - which were spaced apart so much that he got a distinct feeling of no-one wanting to get too close to one another - he spotted an inn. What did they call them here? 'Saloons' or something. He muttered the word a few of times under his breath as he approached it. 'Saloon'. It rolled off the tongue nicely, despite the crude sound of it. Well, just as long as it had water, it could be called a 'billabong' for all he cared... Edited by Tora Unlimited Crusader, May 31 2010, 09:14 PM.
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Ruby stepped into the tavern, a slight smirk on her face. The canine walked up to the bartender, and snapped her fingers so as to beckon him over. As she waited, the husky turned her head to see a coyote conversing with a 'human'. "Well hello folks, what brings you all here?" Shard slowly crept inside-something about this place gave him an erie feeling-and he didn't know why. The orange-furred Siberian Husky took a seat in front of the bar by Ruby, his eyes shifting from left to right. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 2 2010, 05:47 PM Post #7 |
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Vance's one, blood-red eye turned to gaze at the animal that was addressing him. An oddly friendly person to be found in a dive such as this...suspicious. Perhaps it was a trap. She could be a scam artist, or a bandit. And he knew bandits. Then again, perhaps he was paranoid. He had been known for paranoia. It could just be a random, friendly traveler. Either way, Vance was a hermit. Socialization wasn't his strong suit. His stomach growled slightly, and his gaze shifted to one of an animalistic hunger for a brief moment, before he regained control of himself. There would be time to find raw meat later. Not now. Not here. He hoped that the coyote hadn't noticed. He was about to say something, when another furry walked in and addressed him. What, did he have 'talk to me' written all over him? I'd always thought I'd given off more of a 'I'm a tough and mysterious stranger, don't f**k with me and stay out of my way' sort of vibe. Vance thought, pulling the cork out of his whiskey bottle and taking a large swig. He belched loudly. "Good stuff." He muttered, rather than replying to either of the two creatures. He paused for another minute before responding. "Nothing." He said simply. "Nothing brings me here." He began chugging down some more whiskey. |
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| Lady Miracle | Jun 3 2010, 12:52 PM Post #8 |
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"Hi!" the coyote beamed up towards the husky. "I'm Julie!" Noticing the thick pelt of both canines, she tilted her head and looked at them in an awkward manner. Squinting her eyes, she jumped off her stool and leaned very close to Ruby's face. "You a husky? This place can get hot as hell sometimes," she blurted. It was then that the stranger she had tried greeting answered Ruby. Julie quickly turned and looked at him. "Nothing? Not even the sense of adveture?" |
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Ruby cringed at a Vance's actions. "Doesn't this guy know anything about manners?" the canine thought, rolling her eyes. It was at that moment the coyote addressed the young dog. You a husky? This place can get hot as hell sometimes. Ruby turned to face the fellow canine. "Why yes, my brother and I are huskies." Shard glanced at the two, a question hovering within his mind. Ever since the coyote had mentioned something about the heat, the dog wanted to ask her something. "If you don't mind me asking, just how hot can this place get?" |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Jun 3 2010, 04:45 PM Post #10 |
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The glare of the sun gave way to cool darkness as Ysaro approached the saloon doors. He pushed them open - feeling a slight resistance as the springs in the hinges gave a feeble attempt to keep him out - and walked in, careful not to let his sheath get caught in the doors behind him. The place looked nearly empty. There was the barkeep, a small group at the bar talking amongst themselves and a few scattered individuals here and there, but no large crowds singing drunkenly at the tops of their lungs or tables crowded with thugs. Probably for the best if it stayed that way. With as much inconspicuity as he could muster, for someone who looked completely out-of-place, Ysaro wandered over to the far end of the bar and sat himself down, waiting patiently for the barkeep to finish what he was doing. He took the opportunity to take another glance around the room. There was a bull skull on the wall. I'm not sure whether that's a worthy trophy or a tasteless decoration... he mused with a slight frown of confusion on his face. |
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"I'm here to refresh myself and move on." Vance said simply without looking at the canine. "Probably better if it stayed that way." He belched again, baring his unnaturally shark-like fangs for a moment. "Trouble follows me like a buzzard follows a dying man in the desert." Vance continued. The barkeep glanced over at this, visibly unnerved. Vance just waved dismissively at the barman. "You'll be fine. This place is practically a ghost town anyway." |
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| Lady Miracle | Jun 3 2010, 05:10 PM Post #12 |
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(@TUC: You can control the bartender if you like.) Julie's nose twitched in an odd fashion, an involuntary action, as she thought of what Vance said. She then turned to Shard and shrugged. "I dunno, da'ling. I'm new here," she said, but then rubbed her nose as she crept closely to the canine in an attempt to sound sinister, "but I've heard tales of how, under full moons, demons may gather to merrymake in the very heart of the town, making this place a living hell... literally." As she talked softly and grimly, Julie smiled evilly while her hands out, "The night sky turns a bloody red and the land scorches. Diabolical laughter fills the place and yellow eyes scour the houses until many a soul go missing from this very earth." After a menacing hiss, she pulled back and shrugged humorously. "Rumors only, however." |
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| Deleted User | Jun 3 2010, 05:22 PM Post #13 |
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Vance blinked. "What?" He said. "Demons?" He was silent for a moment and stared unblinkingly into space. "That's...ridiculous." He said finally, though he didn't look like he meant it. He nervously sipped his whiskey again, only to realize the bottle was empty. He slapped another slightly bloody bill on the table. "Give me another." The bartender nodded briskly and slid a bottle down across the table. Vance immediately began to drink it, as though something was bothering him now. |
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I dunno, da'ling. I'm new here. Shard raised his eyebrow at the coyote's statement. If she was new here, then how did she know how hot it was? She could've had other ways of knowing, such as stories from other folks. But I've heard tales of how, under full moons, demons may gather to merrymake in the very heart of the town, making this place a living hell... literally. Shard cringed slightly-this was not going to end well. The night sky turns a bloody red and the land scorches. Diabolical laughter fills the place and yellow eyes scour the houses until many a soul go missing from this very earth. "Oh my goodness...." the husky said, shuddering. |
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| Lady Miracle | Jun 7 2010, 02:49 PM Post #15 |
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Julie surpressed a malicious giggle as Vance and Shard reacted so startled from her claims. "As I said, rumors." "Regardless, if you can't take the heat," she said as she fixed a dark brown cowboy hat on her head, "I suggest you get going while you still have time; next full moon is tomorrow night." She walked, wagging her tail ridiculously, towards the twin doors through which she had entered. Stopping briefly, she took half a second to glare at the bartender -squinting her eyes partially- then smirking childishly to herself. "Boy, all these tales sure get me a-firin' for some real adventurin'," she gleamed, trying to imitate some sort of Western accent, though her failed attempt made her sound annoyingly goofy, "You boys may or may not be spooked, but I sure wish this were true... Would surely give me somethin'to look forward after so much time." |
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