deadwest

 IN THE YEAR OF our Lord 1853 the dead rose from their graves and the living couldn't rest in peace. The un—dead are a restless evil, mouths full of deadly poison and bellies sallow with a never ending hunger.  { MOBILE NAV }

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HELLO ALL. I come bearing bad news. I know the main has been dead on my part ( i.e. Plot Drops / Events / the things needed to keep an RP moving! ) and it’s down to me losing muse and struggling to really find any to get things back into gear. Which is a damn shame cause we’ve made a wonderful group of players and characters here.

I’m going to have to call it quits. Admin E wouldn’t have the time to run the group alone and ultimately she simply stepped in to help with the ‘admin’ really.  I’m really sorry because I KNOW how much it sucks to lose a group especially as you’re all excellent writers & dedicated players. Fucking shame to be the reason a good group dies, but alas.

I hope you all find another home for your amazing characters elsewhere if you want to keep writing them.

My sincerest apologies <3

— Admin A.

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HELLO EVERYONE! It’s a little delayed activity check. We know the month of September means a lot of people either go back to work or go back to school, which is also the case for us admins, so we want to be as accommodating as possible and not make it worse on you than it already is. So to everyone who is on this list, even a little message in our direction just to let us know you’re still alive is greatly appreciated! Hang in there folks!

CURRENT HIATUSES

J (JACKSON “JACK” WESSON) - indefinite hiatus

ACTIVITY CHECK

The following characters have until Friday to reach out to us, either in a message or by posting a thread in character. To those who’ve already contacted us, thank you very much!     — Admin E

@preacher-ainsley

@clementinexday

@edwin--mccray

@wolf-in-horse-clothes

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Deputy Oliver Southby

note: the role of the Incorrigible and Sam Rockwell as an FC will remain closed. 

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HOWDY FOLKS! We apologize for the lack of communication from our side. Admin A has started work again last week, and I’ve simply been a huge introvert the last few days. We hope to pick that up as soon as possible!

All the skeletons have been posted and we’re still working on a couple of new ones, but if any if the current skeletons catch your eye, don’t be afraid to shoot us a message ;) 

For our members, I’ll be doing an activity check either tonight or tomorrow evening, so please if you’re over on on activity, reach out to us to let us know what’s up! 

That’s it for now, have a good Monday!

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The Soldier.

— He is a career soldier who joined the army as young as possible, at fifteen year of age, convincing the sergeants that he could shoot a gun and ride a horse - without having to prove himself because the line was long and they needed abled-body youngsters. He learned those things quickly, to supply for his own safety and survival.

— He send his family back what money he could miss, but kept most of it himself so he could follow his fellow soldiers along with the entertainment they saw fit. He fitted in perfectly.

— Enroute to visit his family during a two week unpaid leave, the Soldier met the Widow. They got engaged in conversation, and one thing let to an other. He woke up however the next day in an empty bed. But despite that, he has never forgotten her kind face, yet decided to leave her be, knowing she had a husband.

— When the first messages of the Undead reached his ears, he began gathering his own and his parent’s belongings, sending them away with the horse and carriage, while setting out to find his younger brother, who was a machinist. Chaos ensured, he was the one who managed to get on the train, albeit he had no way of knowing whether or not his brother had gotten to safety as well.

Skills.

Constitution; Five.  ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Six.  ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Two.  ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Three.  ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Five.   ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Four.  ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇

CONNECTIONS: THE WIDOW

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Pablo Schreiber, Byung-Hun Lee, Joel Kinnaman

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The Landowner.

— Growing up with a set of rich parents, who owned most of the land West of St. Clements, the Landowner was going to inherit a large fortune. One which would always continue to grow due to the famers and companies that hired the land. They were going to live an easy life even after their parents was gone. Which meant little worries.

— Living on an estate just outside of town, the Landowner could be found almost daily in either the saloon, the casino - which soon went out of business when the saloon became in part a casino too - or the brothel.

— When they fell in love with one of the Courtesans, they knew they would be a shame to the family if they set through with it. They waited years for their parents to finally die so they could do whatever they wanted with the money. Once they were out of the way, nobody had a word in their affairs anymore. They were close to courting them when the inevitable happened. Not only did they loose their fortune when they took a horse and carriage to flee, but also the person they loved - who may or may not have loved them back.

Skills.

Constitution; Eight.  ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇ Strength; Two.  ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Three.  ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Four.  ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Two.   ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Six.  ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇

CONNECTIONS: THE ENTREPRENEUR

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Riz Ahmed, Leonardo Dicaprio, Gael Garcia Bernal

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The Stalwart.

— He used to be a soldier, fought for New Mexico’s Independence way back when he was much younger. However, the killing never suited him, and after the war was won, he rolled into the Open Range Business, learning from others until he could start his own routes.

— He hates towns, views them as a necessary evil to gather supplies in, but he is in general not that good with people, reserved and guarded. He didn’t like Wolf at first, was against taking him along because he was too young and figured the boy would be a handful - he was not wrong - but The Ghost convinced him.

— He is a decent shot, but fulfills the role of brains more of than brawl. In that regard he and the Ghost work very well together. He never killed many people in the war, being the scout for his bataljon, and often falling outside of battle, to his own luck.

Skills.

Constitution; Three.    ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Two.    ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Eight.    ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇ Perception; Seven.    ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Charisma; Two.     ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Three.    ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

CONNECTIONS: THE APPRENTICE || THE GHOST

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Giancarlo Esposito, Ben Daniels, Laurence Fishburne

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The Widow.

— She can claim the title ‘Widow’ not once, not twice, but thrice. The third loss was the most recent, one of the un—dead ripped into her poor husband’s throat while he was attempting to keep the Widow and  their child safe.

— She has been a ‘Mrs. —’ thrice but only a Mother once. Her first two marriages were filled with attempts at starting a family but she had no such luck. Her third marriage was looking to have a  similar fate until she met a rather dashing, young soldier and had a secret tryst. It was only a one-off but she found herself pregnant soon enough.

— The Widow let her late husband believe the child was his, even when the baby popped out with eyes that matched neither parents. Now a healthy, ruddy toddler, the lack of resemblance to the child’s apparent father became more and more obvious. The Widow in a stroke of awful luck never had to have that conversation.

— After dealing with loss so often in her life, she’s unphased by most things, and remains stalwart on one fact: she’s going to keep her child and herself safe. The Widow stole a wagon from Saint Clemens and has spent the weeks since the outbreak slowly riding up and away from the port town. She arrived in Janestown amazed to find other living bodies but remains suspicious, if outwardly polite, towards the other survivors.

Skills.

Constitution; Three.     ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Three.     ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Seven.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Perception; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Six.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇ Luck; One.     ◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Maggie Q, Karla Souza, Jamie Chung, Gemma Chan.

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The Sister.

— The Sister only found herself in Janestown because the church was growing concerned about the smaller parishes, a lack of news from certain members of the church and a lack of ‘donations’ travelling back upstream to ‘help the poor’. She hates the town and isn’t a fan of the local preacher, either.

— She’s the stereotypical hard-nosed, too serious, Sister. Whilst she’s uptight and more often than not acts like she has huge stick up her ass — she wasn’t always like this. Everyone has a past and the Sister only found God and the nun’s habit after a particularly tumultous year in her misspent youth.

— She makes no secret of her past if anyone bothers to ask but she isn’t going aorund yelling about why she can outdrink any man in the states and can land a shot right between a man’s eyes from a 100 ft away.

Skills.

Constitution; Four.     ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Two.     ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Seven.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Charisma; Two.      ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Katey Sagal, Viola Davis, Rosario Dawson, Maggie Smith

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The Drunkard.

— Some people seem to be stuck. Stuck in the bad choices of their family, stuck making the same poor decisions. The Drunkard’s one of those people.

— They’re a long time resident in Janestown, and the final surviving member of a well-known family of drunkards and fools. The need to drown sorrows in the bottom of a bottle seemed to be passed on genetically, some indescribable melancholy they could never escape.

— Even though they’re an absolute deadweight, sheer familiarity and a long family history is the only reason they survived even a couple days let alone weeks since the plague rolled into town.

Skills.

Constitution; Three.     ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Four.     ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Zero.     ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Seven.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Luck; Six.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Joaquin Phoenix, Rami Malek, Chris Evans, Aaron Paul.

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The Outlaw.

— Every villain has some sort of goddamn sob story. The Outlaw is no different.

— The Outlaw is angry. They were born that way, it seems. At least to everyone else.  It’s unclear how self-aware the Outlaw is, how much their brusk, violent exterior is honest or put on. No-one wants to get close enough to an angry person with a gun and a flexible moral code.

— Saint Clemens became fish in a barrel for those with less than honest inclinations. Homes and businesses were abandoned and like scavengers, the Outlaw and their motley crew slithered out to pick the bones clean.

— Things went wrong. They always do for the Outlaw and their type. Gunshots in town were no longer such an oddity and it was easy enough to escape the law, hop the only train out of their with their spoils. Unfortunately, their get away was not so clean when the train stalled to a sudden, violent stop in Janestown and no amount of gold could save them now.

Skills.

Constitution; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Two.     ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Four.     ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Four.     ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Five.     ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Daniel Wu, Zoë Kravitz, Ben Foster, Olivia Munn, Matthias Schoenaerts.

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The Innocent.

— The Innocent is, quite frankly, the unluckiest sonuvabitch alive. Anyone else with the luck of this poor fool would be long dead. Saying that, sometimes it would have been abetter stroke of luck to not survive some of the tragedies the Innocent has stumbled into.

— Maybe it’s down to bad blood, a poor upbringing or a cruel guardian, no-one can really place a finger on it, let alone the Innocent themselves. All they know is every town the move to they end having to leave or be thrown into a jail cell. Janestown was their most recent stop, unfortunately they got thrown into the jail cell before even getting the option to skip town.

— It wasn’t their fault — honest! — that the fight broke out, that man deserved the broken nose and then some but it was in no way the Innocents intention to beat him unconscious. It was just damn shitty luck the Innocent could throw a better punch than that drunk bastard and another poor stroke of luck that the Deputy was sat out on the saloon porch when the fight broke out.

Skills.

Constitution; Eight.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇ Strength; Nine.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇ Intelligence; Two.     ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Six.     ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Zero.     ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Zero.     ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Steven Yuen, Manu Bennett, Daniella Pineda, Alec Secareanu

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The Coward.

— The world’s slow turn to a more ‘civilized’ society was something the Coward actively helped along and looked forward too. ‘Wild’ was a word best used only when speaking of animals or long dead civilizations that can be read about in ones own leisure time, curled up in a cozy over—stuffed armchair.

— Well-educated, well-read, and well-versed in the theory of living but not the actual act of doing so, the Coward’s future was going to be comfortable, largely in-doors and spent scratching a pen over paper. They’re oblivious and, frankly, do not care about what the rest of the world is doing with their lives.

— They were in Saint Clemens when the city was practically shut down. It was horrifying — murder and violence and gore wherever they looked. Whispers from others in the town and greasing palms with their life savings: the Coward got the hell out of there on an illegall train ride.

— The train came to a halting stop a few miles out of the backwater town Janestown when another passenger suddenly took ill. Then the shooting started. The Coward saw blood and dust before running out in search of safety, completely oblivious to the plague sweeping the nation till forced face to face with one.

Skills.

Constitution; Two.       ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Two.      ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Seven.      ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Perception; Four.       ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Three.      ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Seven.      ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Diego Luna, Marion Cotillard, Kiersey Clemens, Sarah Paulson.

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The Charlatan.

— The Charlatan began life poor, hungry and unwanted. With no particular gifts or talents, they began lying to get some coin or a bite of bread. They told small ones at first, but like everything the Charlatan does, things escalated. And it worked. It worked so well, in fact, they’ve managed to live a life of comfort amongst the richer folks of Saint Clemens.

— Charismatic, silver-tongued, devilishly — nay — devastatingly attractive, the Charlatan works hard on keeping up the act. Dishonest, selfish, and unskilled in every way besides smooth talking — or as less sensitive folks would call it, they’re gifted in the art of bull-shitting — they’ve still managed to make a fine life for themself.  Floating in and out of elite social circles and flitting from the next wealthy person’s bed to another, they’ve kept their pockets lined with coin and their belly full with sweet lies and an unwavering smile.

— Unfortunately for the Charlatan, no amount of bullshitting could stop one of the un-dead, and it’s about the only thing they can do. So they bull-shitted their way onto the last train out of Saint Clemens just as they’d talked their way into wealth and comfort they were determined to talk their way out of danger no matter the lies needed.

Skills.

Constitution; Three.      ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Two.      ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Five.      ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ Perception; Four.      ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Seven.      ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇ Luck; Four.      ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: Ana de Armas, Luke Evans, Nathalie Kelly, Oscar Isaacs

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HOWDY FOLKS, in the coming week we will be reposting our existing skeletons but with suggested face claims added to help spark ideas! Afterwards we’ll be releasing a few new skeletons, and we would like to open up to our members ( or any lurkers ) to hit us with skeleton ideas / suggestions / titles to bring in more of what you would like to see in the group. Feel free to reply to this post, send an IM or ask to the main!

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HELLO EVERYONE! Friday is upon us once again. Thank you everyone for being so active! We promise we have new things in the works to peak your interest! 

CURRENT HIATUSES

J (JACKSON “JACK” WESSON) - indefinite hiatus

ACTIVITY CHECK

The following characters have until the end of the weekend to reach out to us or preferably to post in-character. Vanity post do not count as activity. If we do not hear back by the end of the week your characters will be unfollowed.    — Admin E

@clementinexday

@preacher-ainsley

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CHARLOTTE BEAUFORT. TWENTY SIX YEARS OLD. THE COURTESAN.

Charlotte’s family, both her parents and all her eight younger siblings, probably called it a heinous betrayal when she left. They had depended on her to marry rich and take care of the family. It was why they allowed her to pursue an education long after girls her age were relegated to housework. She didn’t even have to do the laundry, lest her alabaster hands get rough from the lye. Mr. and Mrs. Beaufort, although unlearned, could spot an opportunity when they had one. Their oldest daughter Charlotte was graced with beauty and charm, and she would be their salvation from poverty. And so Charlotte was allowed to read Shakespeare and learn to play the piano, with the express expectation that she would have to pay it all back.

“That’s ridiculous, you don’t owe them a damn thing,” Edith said. It was the day after her eighteenth birthday, the day after a rich gentleman spotted her shopping in town with her parents. He made them an offer, and they accepted. Charlotte was perfect for him, young and pretty. Her other qualities, like being ingenuitive and fluent in French, meant nothing to him. And he was perfect for her parents, filthy rich. No one asked what Charlotte wanted. It didn’t seem to matter to anyone that he was uglier than a mud fence and older than her father. In a fit of tears, she ran to her best friend for comfort. Edith, instead of providing comfort, had a solution. To run away, to seek the adventure that they’d always wanted. Charlotte wasn’t sure it was adventure that she wanted, but it sure was what Edith wanted, a life in San Francisco, where the rivers ran with gold. So they ran away in the middle of the night, never to return.

Charlotte had never been so free in her life. She had also never been so hungry, so uncomfortable, so dirty in her life. In the end, Edith came to the conclusion that Charlotte was slowing her down, and not even their friendship was enough to convince her otherwise. After a horrible argument, Edith led her to the train tracks, and gave her a choice: go back home to Marquette, or follow the tracks to the nearest town of Saint Clemens.

Charlotte walked to Saint Clemens, crying silent tears. She couldn’t go back home to be sold like chattel. Little did she know that it didn’t matter where she went; they sold girls like her in Saint Clemens, too. The madam of the brothel found her wandering into town, knocking on death’s door. Even dehydrated and malnourished, just one look at the girl was enough for the madam to realize what Charlotte’s parents saw so many years ago. She had a business opportunity in her hands. Charlotte was given a second choice, and she finally understood what she had to do. She quickly became a star of the brothel, so much so that the madam consulted her on day-to-day operations and major dealings, including when a French gentleman offered to buy the brothel that had grown so successful over the years, thanks in large part to Charlotte Beaufort, the jewel of the western seaboard.

She could see quickly that this man had no eye for business, and urged the madam not to sell. But the madam was getting on in years, and he offered her enough money to live out the rest of her days in comfort. The next years were the toughest for the girls. This man had no interest in taking care of them, and only wanted the girls to take as many clients as possible. He didn’t care if they were hurt, or left in search of a better life. Desperate girls were dime a dozen. Charlotte said nothing, although she did her best to protect the girls who had nowhere else to go. She saved up, knowing that he was running the business into the ground and his money couldn’t last forever. And just as she was about to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse, it happened.

The girls were terrified, as was Charlotte. She ran, blocking out the screams from girls who were taken by the undead, girls who had become like a second family to her. But she wasn’t the naive little girl from Marquette anymore. She had no family, not anymore. None of it would matter if she died. She left the bodies behind, and put herself on a wagon leaving Saint Clemens. She ended up in Janestown, determined to survive. Desperate girls were dime a dozen, and in every town there was always men would pay good money for a little bit of their time.

Skills.

Constitution; Four.  ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Strength; Three.  ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ Intelligence; Six.  ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇ Perception; Six.  ◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇ Charisma; Four.   ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ Luck; Two.  ◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

CONNECTIONS: THE ENTREPRENEUR