𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧 | characters and npcs

[Nightingale]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
Please use the thread below to post your main characters, as stated within the rules, at present we're enforcing a maximum of two characters although this may be subject to change as the rp progresses. For playable characters please include the details listed below. I've created a simple template if you'd like to use it, but you're more than welcome to create your own or just list the details. If you do want your character to have existing relationships (close friendships, siblings, romances) with those in the gang already, please join us on the discussion thread to help create those existing links. Equally, if there's something in their history that impacts the whole gang i.e they killed a former member or something... it would be great for us to chat about it first so we can incorporate it into the gang's history!

Full Name:
Age:
Place of Birth: (New Hanover, West Elizabeth, Ambarino, Lemoyne, New Austin, Nuevo Paraiso... or anywhere else!)
Role/Occupation: (if applicable)
Appearance: (Please include an image)
Hair and Eyes:
Height and Body Type:
Typical Clothing:
History:
Skills:
Important Items:
Horse Name:

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𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
We anticipate there will be a number of NPCs that crop up over the course of the roleplay and or may be relevant to your own character's backstory. There is no limit imposed on these as we predict they will only appear in the story as and when they are needed. They could include enemy gang members and government agents, people based in the town, fences, horse traders, contacts or people from your own character's pasts. As such the only details we really need for NPCs are those listed below. Basically enough for us to understand their purpose in the story and the role they will pay.

Full Name:
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Location: (where are we likely to run into them?)
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History with Gang: (if applicable)

 

[Nightingale]

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▪ ELIZA MARLOW ▪

"There is danger in keeping company with survivors..."​

BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Eliza Marlow née Blake​

Age: 24​

Place of Birth: The Heartlands, New Hanover​

Role/Occupation: Bookkeeper/Hunter​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Dark brown curls. Worn in a braid, or half up.​

Eyes Colour: Brown​

Height: 5'6"​

Build: Slim curves, athletic​

Complexion: Deep tan​

Typical Clothing: Primarily seen wearing practical clothing, shirts, pants, brown boots and a light brown hat. Often wearing Jesse's red neckerchief and will occasionally opt for vests and duster coasts in harsher climates.​

Background ​

History: Eliza was born to a family of ranchers in the state of New Hanover. The ranch was situated in The Heartlands, surrounded by lush greenery and an abundance of game. The Blake family mostly lived off the land and traded livestock in the nearby town of Valentine or across the border in Lemoyne. Eliza was the youngest child and only girl, but was largely treated no differently to her four brothers. She grew up hunting with her father, wrangling horses and cattle, fishing in the streams. When she was thirteen years old, her mother and eldest brother contracted tuberculosis. Both succumbed to the infection and passed away, leaving a devastating rift in their absence. With her mother gone, Eliza's father turned to drinking and gambling. ​

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Over the course of two years, he drove the family deep into debt, taking out loans and endangering the lives of his children. Eliza's eldest brother John couldn't take it anymore and left for New York to make his own living. Not long after he'd gone, The Kinney Gang came looking for the money her father owed them. Eliza hid beneath her bed, listening as her remaining family was slaughtered in the other room. The Kinney's torched the house soon after and Eliza barely escaped with her life. The memory of watching the house burn still haunts her to this day. With little choice, she saddled her horse and rode to Saint-Denis, intent on catching a train to New York to find her surviving brother. However, the station officials took her for a beggar and tossed her out on the street. She slept rough for a few nights before riding back to New Hanover.​

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There, she went to Valentine and begged the bar owner for a job. In return for room and board, she scrubbed the floors, washed the dishes and served the patrons. It was hard and horrible work, but she stuck with it, knowing that the measly wage would eventually give her enough to buy a train ticket to New York. One evening in the winter, the Stoakes-Mercer gang came riding through Valentine. There were rumours of them camping out in the woodland, but this was the first time they'd been sighted in town. Eliza watched from the floor above as they came into the bar and got themselves seated. Frightened though she was of them, Eliza had no choice but to treat them as any other customer. She served them drinks and got them bowls of stew. As the evening pressed on, the youngest of them came to talk to her. With sandy hair and an easy smile, Jesse Marlow had her convinced that life in a gang wouldn't be all that bad. ​

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Eliza turned him down that night, but the next time they rolled into town, she'd made her choice. Jesse helped her up on the back of his horse and they rode back to the encampment where she was welcomed into the fold. Over the course of the next few years, she came to see the gang as her family. They taught her how to read and track game, how to make a fire and keep the books. She turned a blind eye to the sins they committed, understanding that sometimes surviving meant doing horrible things. And she fell deeply in love with Jesse. The two were married at their camp overlooking the river, and to this day it's still the happiest moment of her life. She wrote many letters to her brother over the years, but not one received a response. The Kinney's still roam across the states, but too many years have passed for Eliza to want revenge, she'd rather just enjoy the life she has, surrounded by the outlaw family she's come to need. ​

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Relationship Status: Married to Jesse Marlow​

Family: Status Unknown​

Extras ​

Skills: Horseback riding, shooting, cooking, reading, tracking​

Significant Items: Her wedding ring. Jesse's neckerchief. Her father's revolver.​

Horse's Name: Esperanza

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[rosie]

# I FOLLOW RIVERS.

L I A T "G H O S T" L E F E B V R E


LOVED BY ROSIE.​

TELLTALE.

Follow you down to the red oak tree as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds. Will you wait for me there, until someone comes to carry me down? See, I have not grown cold; I have stole from men who have stole from those with their arms so thin and their skin so old, but you are young. Then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell, as though we could not be saved from the depths of the well. But the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell, to pay for the gossamer seeds. Names get carved in the red oak tree, of the ones who stay and the ones who leave. I will wait for you there with these cindered bones, so follow me down.

– Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree

, James Vincent McMorrow​

BASICS.

name Liat Lefebvre.
# little miss, li, ghost, little doe.

birthday November 13th.
# twenty years old.

birthplace Paris, France.
# currently resides with the stoakes-mercer gang.* previously resided in saint denis, lemoyne.

ethnicity Half East Asian.
# chinese.

sexuality Heterosexual.
# currently single.

occupation Outlaw.
# seamstress, assists with cooking and replenishing stock.

spoken languages English, French, Mandarin.

♡​

height Five feet, two inches / 157 cm.
# 105 lbs. / 47 kg.

hair Naturally black.
# Liat's hair is black and straight, currently waist-length. She often wears it in braids, simple, swept back updos, half-up/half-down styles, or simply lets it fall naturally, accessorized either with the single hair ribbon she owns or the hairpin she inherited from her late mother.

eyes Dark brown. Some people say that her eyes look like doll or doe eyes.
# mild hyperopia. objects relatively close to liat tend to appear rather blurry.

modifications/markings She has a small beauty mark on her left cheek, just under her eye.

clothing Liat often wears long skirts and simple dresses. She only owns three dresses and a few blouses, along with two skirts. She never removes her locket.

PERSONALITY​

Liat is a tough shell to crack, not because she is cold-hearted or standoffish in the slightest, but because she is deathly shy. She usually keeps to herself around camp, face hidden behind a book or keeping to the sidelines, losing herself between the dreamy pages of a romance or daydreaming her days away as she tends to her chores, silent and far off in her own fairytale thoughts, only muttering one or two words if addressed in the softest voice she can manage. If one does have the patience to befriend and somehow manage to tear the girl from her beloved books and solitude, they'd likely uncover a kind, sensitive, loyal soul. Liat has been stumbling her way through life as long as she can remember, often needing assistance and someone to look out for her when her own inexperience and oblivious nature present themselves as a hindrance. Easily intimidated and evasive, Liat isn't entirely certain how to interact with others she does not know well. Slight of build and by no means a fighter, she would rather hang back at camp and assist with chores than ride out with the rowdier members. She has virtually no stamina, and often worries about being a burden on the group. She is extremely apologetic when she makes mistakes, and she much prefers the company of quieter folk - or at the very least, those who don't pay her much mind. She has earned herself the nickname 'Ghost' amongst the few that notice her presence.

♡

BIOGRAPHY​

Born to a French traveling merchant and an immigrant woman hailing from China, Liat's childhood was less than luxurious. She had always been small and quiet, often going unnoticed. She spoke no English and she had never been afforded the opportunity to receive any proper schooling upon her and her parents' arrival to America. Tragedy befell this small family when Liat was orphaned at twelve years old, and she was found and taken in by an older looking gentleman. He appeared kind, and being a child she had no other options. She came to be raised as his own alongside another young girl, and was brought up in a band of outlaws. From her adoptive father and sister she began to learn English and this new way of life in America, and she has remained with the group to this day.

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents Liat remembers her parents and cherishes their memory dearly. Her sole remaining possessions from her life before the gang are a floral hairpin, passed down from her mother and her grandmother before then, and a silver locket gifted to her from her father, which she never takes off.

guardian It doesn't need to be said how much Liat loves and respects the kind, older gentleman who practically raised her. A dear friend and guardian, Doc Hansen gave Liat irreplaceable memories of childhood, affording her the option to actually experience being a child despite the hardships and tragedy that befell her in her young years.

best friend More like a sister than a mere friend, Margalo Taylor is Liat's anchor and confidant, one of, if not the only member of the gang (excluding their father figure) who knows everything there is to know about Liat. The two share an unbreakable bond, and Margalo is the person Liat turns to first in moments of distress - and she will do anything to keep Margalo safe.

[ LOVE INTEREST ] LOL we'll seeeee

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LOST LITTLE SPIRIT​

* Some of Liat's favorite things include tea, music, books, horses and cooking.

* She is a skilled seamstress and was taught to sew from a young age by her mother.

* Liat despises loud environments and unnecessary violence. She values honesty and her trust is not so easily regained once it is lost.

* She avoids alcohol and loathes extreme heat; she can often be found lounging in the shade during the summer or off on her own during the gang's nights of celebration.

* She is only semi-fluent in English, though fluent in French and Mandarin. She is slowly taking on Spanish.

* Liat has an aversion to being touched, and shies away from physical contact. The only people she does not shy away from are Margalo and their father figure.

* She has a particular interest in music - more specifically opera and piano, although she rarely has the opportunity to explore this interest.

* Liat's playlist. ♡

 

[vuroe]

'Look at her. She's innocent!'

'Margalo Lee Taylor'
vuroe





TELLTALE.​

"If a heart could shimmer, hers did at that moment, and surely as bright as the stars in the sky."

– Lucky Cowboy, Heatherly Bell​

BASICS.

name Margalo Lee Taylor
marge, margo, mel

birthday april 18 - 19 years old

birthplace Annesburg / currently residing with the stoakes-mercer gang

ethnicity White, American / english, learning spanish and french

sexuality bisexual / single as a pringle

occupation Outlaw / assists with gathering medicinal herbs, occasionally patches up any wounds obtained on missions for the gang members, does chores around camp.

past occupations n/a

spoken languages english


height 5'3 - 115lbs

hair soft brown hair colour - her hair is usually styled in soft curls; having it framing her face, and rarely she'll have it tied back

eyes soft, brown doe eyes

modifications/markings Margalo has a barely visible beauty mark under her right eye. She has a few moles on her body, four dotted in random places.

clothing She enjoys anything coloured white. it's practically a calling to her; a mute description of her own pure-ness. In her current possession she owns - a white ruffled dress, cream stockings, dusty brown ankle boots, a soft yellow skirt that ends at her ankles, and a long sleeved white shirt.

PERSONALITY

Margalo is a romantic at heart. Filling her days unattended with reading in the sun, she's grown to be soft and caring, often nurturing despite her young age. She's compassionate, offering an ear if those need to vent or just destress from the responsibilities of the gang. Margalo is often the type to assume someone is kind at first glance - unwilling to abruptly assume someone has bad intentions, unless that person is of law enforcement. Her soft, soothing voice carries weight whenever she tries to lift up someone's spirits. At first, Margalo is quiet, and calm natured. Resembling that of a serene, or modest doll. In reality, Margalo is a free spirit. She enjoys talking about topics she enjoys, books, clothing. She's a bundle of joy to be around. Heavily gullible, but a sweetheart.


BIOGRAPHY

Margalo was born into a family of three brothers by a serene creek, in a hand-built cozy home. Her childhood was quiet, with her brother's being more outdoorsy and taught of the responsibilities of a farmhand. Her mother was more than happy to give her the understanding of the importance of medicinal herbs - what things to look out for, what not to eat in the wilderness. Taught how to muddle herbs into poultice, treating cuts and such - Margalo found herself collecting herbs alone one day. Straying far enough to get by the roadside, Margalo found a man that was suffering from a snake bite. He had to be treated soon, or he'd die.
With the urgency of impending death, Margalo crushed the herbs, rubbing them between her fingertips to luckily create a small poultice. Of course, this wasn't enough to expel the venom when it was applied over the nasty pulsating wound, so the man unfortunately passed. Guilt filled Margalo, leaving her helpless and sitting by the man's body in shock-horror, until a sheriff rode by.

Witch-craft.

She'd been accused, and brought into the town of Annesburg, her original home. It wasn't until a day later she'd been stuck in the damp, dingy cell, a man who appeared to be in his mid-40's and smelled of vanilla, and spiced rum - had bailed her out, riding her out to the location of her home that she had given him urgent directions to. Arriving soon, she collapsed in front of the crumpled ashen home. What remained, a pile of burnt wood, and the stench of rot. Her family was dead. Yet the man gave her an alternative. Albeit a dysfunctional family he called it; it was better than nothing. A second chance.

"Take the time you need to mourn, kid."

'Margalo's Magic Poultice'​

* Margalo's love language is touch. She's a sucker for hugs.

* Margalo is terrified of dog's - she favors cats above anything else.

* She appreciates the small things - if someone has remembered a piece of conversation, something she enjoys doing or more.

* She enjoys dressing herself up, or atleast imagining herself in pretty dresses, fashion,etc.

* Margo hates confrontation. She often struggles with asserting herself, and therefore is more so able to be scammed, or taken advantage of.

 

[MaesBae]

Cassidy Earle



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"Better the devil you know, than the devil you don´t"

Full Name:

Cassidy Earle

Nicknames:

Cass
"Bastard"
"Devil"
"Snake" / "Snakeface"

Age:

45

Sexuality:

Straight
(However nothing some money or something equally tempting would not fix, just saying)

Place of Birth:

New Hanover

Role/Occupation:

Fantastic at gambling and any sorts of shady business, serial scammer , used to get money from unethical sources

Appearance:

See above

Hair and Eyes:

He usually wears a neat beard,with his brown hair loosely falling across his shoulders. His eyes are dark brown. If needed he will wear his hair in a shorter fashion, yet he prefers it a bit longer. Grey strands coming in.

Height and Body Type:

193 cm // 6´3 / Muscular and large body type, wide shoulders, full chest / Moderately hairy, scars on his back and on his abdomen

Typical Clothing:

Cassidy always makes sure to wear the most expensive clothing. He is keen on appearing clean and neat, always carrying leather gloves with him. He is typically seen wearing expensive suits, his vests having been tailored for his body specifically. His clothing is held in mostly black, red and gold fashion.

History:

Cassidy carried the name devil, and he made sure to live up to that title.
Cass was born in 1854, his parents being young and poor. His father worked the fields, and the young man was forced to assist in those endeavors, much to his displeasure. He already showed questionable behavior as a child, looking for means to express his anger and frustration. He would go into the rural areas of his small hometown and seek for anything to keep his mind off of things, especially as his mother indulged in alcoholism to ease the pain of an ongoing, chronic illness. Cass would commit arson, vandalize houses and steal anything he could get his hands on. His parents surely saw their son misbehave, but turned a blind eye in fear of pushing him over the edge. He grew quickly, the young bud sprouting into a tall and handsome rascal, who acted out on his emotions, worked the fields and had several young women swoon over him. Taking what was his, the young man enjoyed himself with a woman, impregnating her unwillingly. His mother passed away when he was 18, and his father was left bitter and angry, showing him that nothing was left for Cassidy here. When he was faced with the fact that he was to be a father, the brown haired boy had taken a day to think about it, before he came to an answer to his problem.

Bludgeoning the pregnant girl to death was easy for him, something done in merely a few minutes. Out in the wild, no soul there to watch or be a witness to his brutality. As he buried the body, he accidentally stirred up a snake, the reptile striking him in the face. Standing there, bloody shovel in hand, his own face aching and pulsating from being sliced, he there finally found it in himself to change. For the worse! That is to say.

From that day on, the man calmed himself, trained himself to regulate and control his emotions. He left his hometown, leaving behind his father who barely even cared to live anymore, and jumped into a life of scamming, mischief and gambling. He learned to make good use of his looks and charms,taking many lovers, killing here and there, and always moving, as to not cause too much of a ruckus. Cassidy loves playing around, always being up to something not quite legal. The man grew bolder and more brutal by the year, acquiring many riches, yet having his head in a slope many, many times.

Meeting the Stoakes-Mercer gang was just what he had wanted, the perfect excuse to continue his lifestyle, and do so far, far away from law enforcement. Cass had a bad habit of being a womanizer, and would oftentimes just not pitch up to certain things, as he was being chased down by some poor noblewoman who had been promised a husband. Yet the experienced con man managed to remain in the gang, and said just the right things at just the right time in order for Clay to like him, and keep him around in the following year. Yet during this time, the brown eyed outlaw had been participating in a human trafficking job, making sure that he was keeping it well hidden from the rest of the gang. Yet Jonah seemed to catch on, seeing Cass covered in scratch wounds, noticing the expensive booze, and the fact that his fellow gang member was once again in and out of the camp. When the gang learned about the ongoing abductions of young women and the apparent human trafficking going on they seemed to want to investigate. The atmosphere had become almost unbearable, as Jonah was searching for that one perfect proof to accuse him of participating in the illegal and immoral crime. Yet as the man seemingly closed in on Cass, he made a critical mistake, seeking him out to talk. Directly seeking out the con man on his own proved fatal, with the devil as he was called killing Jonah with a shot to the head. He then spent his evening and night calmly foraging documents, faking papers, and making sure to hide the clues around Jonahs body and tent. When the rest of the gang awoke, they found Cass badly wounded next to the dead Jonah, the man having shot himself in the leg with the others weapon in order to fake and claim safe defense.

The snake got away with it, only feeding his narcissism and ego. Cassidy is a well respected member of the gang, yet one is warned to not trust him just entirely, seeing as his intentions are not quite as clear as they might seem.

" Oh the people know I`m a snake! I tell them, I tell them what I do, what I did, and they think themselves safe because they know my kind, yet in the end, they know oh so little, six feet under. And I oh so hope they hear me down there, enjoying myself with their wives and sisters. Daughters perhaps, if I`m lucky "

Skills:

Scamming
Gambling
Silver tongued
Good aim
Good with anything involing his hands, lockpicking and all the other fun things

Important Items:

Dagger (always carried under his vest)
Golden pocket watch
Haircomb
Pipe

Horse Name:

Arabella

Fun facts!

• Cass consideres himself a snake, and is oftentimes called so by those around him
• He is quite self centered and takes great care of his appearance and hygiene, always dusting and cleaning his clothing if possible
• Loves cigars
• He shot himself in the right leg, yet managed to make a full recovery
• He has scars on the left side of his face from where a snake struck him
• He thinks and ponders on pretty much anything, only doing something if it ends up successful for himself. He cares nothing for those around him, only keeping those close to himself who he finds useful. If he sees you as valuable to himself, he´s suprisingly loyal, but the second you show an undesirable trait that would perhaps be bothersome to him in the future, he´ll turn on you juuuuust when you would have needed him the most
• How this man never contracted an STD is a mystery, but he might have some unknown offspring somewhere
• Cass is a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde type of guy. He is fun to be around and sure has his charms, aside from being a party animal. He is also someone who uses drugs and all sorts of evil stuff, as well as someone who enjoys sex and sexuality. He´s all fun and games, until something doesn´t go the way he likes, and then things turn real bad, real fast.

"Course I ain´t the most popular here, sure some of em want me dead, but I´m far, far, far! to usefull to just be thrown out. So! I shall stay here, be a great company when it comes to drunken campfire nights, and believe me, I am fun, but that´s that honey. Don´t expect a dogs heart from someone who can´t stand the thought of commitment. I`m all fun and games! For now"​

 

[Nightingale]

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▪ CLAY STOAKES ▪

"Pain can be endured. It's vengeance that eats men whole."​

BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: James 'Clay' Stoakes​

Age: 46​

Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois​

Role/Occupation: Gang Leader​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Brown and worn long​

Eyes Colour: Grey​

Height: 5'11"​

Build: Average but brawny​

Complexion: Weathered tan​

Typical Clothing: A gambler hat, a dark coloured shirt worn beneath a brown jacket, dark pants tucked into black boots.​

Background ​

History: James Clay Stoakes, known primarily as Clay was born somewhere near Chicago in 1851. His mother was a Scottish immigrant and his father worked in the gold-mining business. Clay's mother died in childbirth and he was raised solely by his father. Sometime before Clay's eleventh birthday, his father made a deal with the wrong people which culminated in him being bludgeoned to death. He was subsequently sent to an orphanage where he spent the next two years before running away in the middle of the night. The rest of his adolescence was spent making his own luck on the streets and hustling pigeons out of a pretty penny. At eighteen years old he found himself in a bar fight that he only escaped after being dragged away by one Sam McCullough. Sam was another petty thief and con artist making his living on the outskirts of Chicago. The two decided to stick together and ran a few small-time cons.​

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Sam was whip smart, but motivated by greed. In the space of a few years they'd gone from hustling card games to robbing stores and stealing caches off the back of wagons. Clay sensed their luck was going to run out soon, and one night it finally did. Sam had heard about a train car allegedly carrying gold bars out of Chicago. Despite Clay's protestations, Sam insisted on the heist. With little choice, Clay went along with him, the two of them holding up the guards and boarding the train. What awaited them was an empty safe and an ambush at the hands of the Chicago Sheriff. A shootout ensured and Clay took a bullet to the shoulder. Sam, sensing they were about to meet their deaths, made the decision to flee, leaving Clay at the mercy of the Sheriff. By some miracle, Clay was able to evade taking anymore bullets and escaped into the river, washing someway downstream. In one night, their friendship was severed. ​

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Clay left Chicago soon after, fearing reprise for the failed heist. After several weeks on the road, he found himself in Davenport, Iowa. There he befriended fellow conman Jonah Whitman after the two attempted to steal from each other. Though wary of forming another friendship, Clay found a semblance of trust in Jonah that he'd never had with Sam. The two partnered up and embarked on a number of cons that saw them travel across state, back to Illinois. These were largely successful until they attempted to swindle twenty people out of fifty dollars a piece on a fake investment. They were found out and the ensuing chase saw Jonah fall off a roof and shatter his knee. After spending a night sleeping in a ditch, the two decided to temper their ambitions. Several months later Jonah's knee was still giving him grief which saw Clay track down a back-alley physician by the name of Harold 'Doc' Hansen to help alleviate his pain. ​

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Doc was a widow and former con artist himself who'd sold fake remedies across the states. It was a life he missed the thrill of, and so Clay asked him to join them. Slowly, the semblance of gang began to form but it was a chance meeting with Aiden Mercer that cemented the idea for Clay. He happened across the kid in an East Coast bar and immediately saw his potential. Aiden was looking for an out and so gladly joined what was now known as The Stoakes Gang. Not long after, the gang committed the ambitious feat of robbing a bank. They were successful in their endeavour, but in doing so had earned a bounty on their heads. They made their way South in order to shake any pursuit and continued their criminality down in North Elizabeth. There they were joined by Jesse Marlow and Clay took a shine to a rancher's daughter named Annie. He'd never taken much interest in women before, sure there'd been girls in bars and in the towns he'd frequented, but Annie was the first one he found exciting. ​

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She joined the gang and the two were married the following spring. The Stoakes Gang stuck mostly to West Elizabeth and New Hanover in the year that followed, undertaking robberies and holding up trains. They began to carve out quite a name for themselves and the bounty on their heads grew ten-fold. It was nearly winter time when Clay had a run in with Sam McCullough. Years had passed and Sam now had a gang of his own. A fight took place, but both agreed to a parley on the grounds that they keep to their own territories. Life went on much the same until Jonah lined up a deal on some stolen gold in Ambarino. Little did they know, the McCullough's had already sought to take it. A violent war broke out which Clay only survived thanks to Aiden's quick thinking. The gold was lost and the rivalry with Sam McCullough was fully re-instated. Furious with Jonah and wanting to reward Aiden, Clay decided to promote him within the ranks. Soon after the Stoakes-Mercer Gang was born. ​

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In the years that followed, Clay had a few more brushes with death. Unable to cope with outlaw life, Annie left him, returning to her home in North Elizabeth. Clay wrote to her, but she never answered. Life moved on and more members joined their ranks, other waifs and strays brought in by Doc, or bruisers who overstayed their contracts. Jonah took to drinking more and his decision-making skills left little be desired. It came as no surprise to Clay to learn he'd been making yet more dubious trades behind their backs. When he turned up dead at the hands of Cassidy Earle, Clay could conjure no remorse, if anything he felt relieved. Since then, the Stoakes-Mercer Gang has operated far more smoothly under the watchful eyes of Clay and Aiden. They're still making their fortunes under less than savoury circumstances and the bounty on their heads is near infinite, but life is good and the road ahead is paved with gold. ​

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Relationship Status: Separated​

Family: Deceased​

Extras ​

Skills: Thieving, cunning intellect, sharpshooting, survivalist, leadership, charisma​

Significant Items: The first pocket watch he stole, a trick coin, a picture of Annie ​

Horse's Name: Buckshot

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[Agoodtimeghoul]

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▪ Knox "Scotty" McQueen ▪


"A pair of six-shooters always beats a pair of aces."
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Knox Amador McQueen (AKA The Scot or Scotty)​

Age: 35​

Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotand​

Role/Occupation: Horse Wrangler/Thief, Armed Robbery ​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style:Dark Brown, Wavy​

Eyes Colour: Blue​

Height:6'2"​

Build:185 lbs, Athletic Build​

Complexion:Usually on the lighter end of the spectrum of tans, will tan more darkly after a sunburn​

Typical Clothing: Dark brown Stetson hat, gray bootcut pants, linen long sleeve shirt, gray tweed vest, dark brown boots, black scarf for identity concealment; when he's getting fancy, breaks out his gray blazer.​

Background ​

History: Coming Soon​

Relationship Status: Single, Heterosexual​

Family: Parents (Deceased): William McQueen (Father), Isabella Escudero (Mother), Brothers (living): Lachlan, Cameron & Jack McQueen ​

Extras ​

Skills: Exceptional with horses (training, riding, stealing), quick draw (likes to think he's a great gunslinger but has only participated in 3), speaks Spanish, can occasionally be charming, is a bit of a goofball and listens/observes more than he talks, secretly is a big softie​

Significant Items: His dead mother's Rosary, a large Bowie knife, Colt Single Action Revolver​

Horse's Name: Gitano (Gypsy in Spanish)

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[bloodsoap]

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▪ KATARINA POPOVIC ▪


"Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?"
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Katarina Silvie Popovic / Kat​

Age: 22​

Place of Birth: Saint Denis, Lemoyne​

Role/Occupation: Good with medicine (not the herbal kind)/poisons, wild card, self-proclaimed medium, pyromaniac/explosives lover​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Black, long and straight with blunt bangs​

Eye Colour: Green ​

Height: 5'8 ​

Build: Lean and lithe ​

Complexion: Pale ​

Typical Clothing: She enjoys trousers the most, vests, corsets, and long sleeves. (She's pale and easy to burn.) Emotionally attached to her hat. She enjoys the occasional dress. All clothes must be in dark colors, but she's not always so fortunate to choose. ​

Background ​

History: Katarina grew up in the large city of Saint Denis. She wasn't as wealthy as some of the population and lived on the shadier side of town, but that did not mean she didn't have two loving parents. Or so it seemed. For whatever reason, at just sixteen, Katarina stabbed both of her parents to death in their sleep. Katarina's father had been a grave robber, he'd sell the bodies off to local aspiring doctors looking to get medical experience. This soon turned into selling bodies to those interested in the taste of human flesh. Than when people just weren't dyin' quick enough... He took the only route he could think of that would ensure he never lacked a body to sell. Kat's mother knew of this profession and it made enough money for her to stay happily at home, so she never protested. As long as father rinsed off before he came inside. Katarina hadn't a clue what was going on until she was recruited by her father to help dig up bodies in the cemetery or help deliver bodies stored in the basement of her family home. Seeing, smelling, and touching such things as such a young age made Katarina a little... unwell in the head. ​

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Katarina had always been on the stranger side, but from then on out she was maybe a little too curious about dead things. Her mother demanded her husband stop taking Kat to work with him when Katarina was found "talking" to one of her fathers victims alone in her bedroom. She was drawing strange pictures, talking to people who weren't there, asking disturbed questions. "You wouldn't understand, you're not stuck in the house with her all day while you work!" Her mother would say. Her parents grew to resent Katarina for her strange behavior. Thus, she was no longer allowed to join her father and that broke her little heart, at first. The older she grew, the more trouble her father found himself in, the creepier the men that stopped by looking for him. Katarina grew a very large and intense distaste for men, especially her father. She much preferred women but she considered her mother tainted by her fathers evil. ​

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One night, at age sixteen, Katarina heard her mother and father conspiring in the sitting room after Kat had been ordered to bed earlier than usual. Her father wanted to kill her and sell her off to the flesh eaters in town. Her mother hadn't even flinched at the suggestion. Katarina had snapped. That night, after her parents went to sleep, Katarina took it upon her own hands to save herself from her fate. When the police had arrived and found Katarina eating oats at the kitchen table covered in blood, she'd been dragged away screaming of self-defense from "flesh eating demons" and the "evil spirits living within her parents". She'd been taken straight to the asylum where she lived until her escape at twenty-two years old. Six years of living in an asylum after sixteen years in a house with her parents has Katarina a little unhinged. Though, having shared a room with a Russian woman for awhile, she learned quite the useful skill of bomb making. Poor girl blew herself up before Katarina could make real use of anything and was then prohibited from being around... quite literally anything, as the nurses were worried she'd find any possible way to make a bomb. She was monitored even while using a damned toothbrush. Now free from the asylum, she firmly believes the medicines the asylum used to knock her out when she got too unruly have injected evil spirits within her that are completely to blame for her strange thoughts. She also occasionally hallucinates the Russian girl Svetlana. ​

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Relationship Status: Single, pansexual​

Family: Deceased ​

Extras ​

Skills: Intimidation, medicinal poison making, knife skills, man-hating, explosive making, and drawing​

Significant Items: Her favorite hat to keep her out of the sun and a random coin she claims is lucky​

Horse's Name: Misandry​

 

[Mikki]

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▪ Tucker "The Beast" Sharpe ▪


"A cowboy is a man with guts and a horse." – William James"

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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Tucker Sharpe ​

Age: 32​

Place of Birth: New Austin ​

Role/Occupation: Moonlights as a Bare knuckle boxer when funds are needed. Keeps folks in line/enforcer.​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Dirty Blonde​

Eyes Colour: Grey ​

Height: 6'5"​

Build: Athletic, with a broad figure and great upper body strength and definition. He is in peak physical shape. ​

Complexion: Tanned; ruddy ​

Typical Clothing: Cotton shirts that range in colors, his tan leather jacket and several bucksin pants, chaps, and boots. He wears practical clothing, and tends to mend his own shit.​

Background ​

History: Tucker was born to a rather infamous boxer, Monroe Sharpe, who's dirty deals and cheating ended his life in a shallow grave while Tucker was an infant. His mother, Amelia, raised him on her lonesome, as such Tucker grew up pretty quick on their ramshackle farm.​

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Slowly the farm turned into a ranch as Tucker grew into age and was able to make more profound decisions. However his father's infamy had been a blight upon their name. So Tucker set out for several years in the Bare Knuckle boxing ring to clear their name and bring back some measure of honor. Unfortunately, Tucker ended up half dead in a ditch when he made it to the final Title match and refused an offer to throw the match for money. His father's honor on the line, Tucker took his licks after his Win. In that ditch, he was found by a one Stoakes who happened to know a m'am with a medicinal inclination. He was patched up, and as a result Tucker grew to involve himself more and more with the gang. (Mostly as a bruiser)​

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In '81 the Stoakes-Mercer gang came to a head, and Tucker found himself as an enforcer. A loose term but every now and then there were bound to be disagreements and he was meant to keep the peace and keep folks from doing numbskull antics that would get them all in the hangman's noose.​

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Relationship Status: Single​

Family: ​

Mother: Amelia Sharpe​

Father: Monroe Sharpe; deceased​

Extras ​

Skills: Boxing, skinning, hunting, trapping, riding, roping, shooting, haggling, hussling, won a literal pissing contest for farthest distance, veritable poker savant, cow puncher (cowboy), and MacGyver​

Significant Items: A locket that holds a sepia picture of his mama, his hunting and skinning knives, his .270 Remington with rifling and the best scope attachment money can buy​

Horse's Name: A palomino mustang cross named Asshole; male/stallion

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[Mikki]

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▪ Abigail "Abby" Horn ▪





"Just 'cause trouble comes visiting doesn't mean you have to offer it a place to sit down."


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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Abigail Horne​

Age: 31​

Place of Birth: Montana territory​

Role/Occupation: Occasional field medic​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style:Long sweeping ginger hair​

Eyes Colour: Hazel​

Height: 5'4"​

Build: Lean, toned​

Complexion:Fair with plenty of freckles​

Typical Clothing: Pants and shirts, she keeps herself neat as she can. She always has her duster, and hat. Boots and spurs.​

Background ​

History: Abigail was born into a family of brothers, so she grew up tougher than most women. A veritable tomboy she didn't shy away from dirty tasks. She helped with the farm as was expected but when there was a call for bodies in the war, she signed up as a medic.​

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She spent her time dragging men off the field of battle and patching them up as best as she could. This is where she learned her marksmanship skills, and how to hunt and fish and care for her equipment. Abby spent many hours in the med tent, and eventually fell in love with one of the soldiers under her care. They married and Abby thought that was her happily ever after.​

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However, after the war, when they settled down in their new homestead, her husband, Abner took to drinking and beating her. The local Sheriff turned a deaf ear and eventually Abby had had enough. Abby took matters into her own hands and burned their homestead to the ground, with Abner drunk and asleep inside. Knowing that she had committed murder she went on the run and was fortunate enough to find the Stoakes-Mercer gang when she did. As an experienced field medic, her services were utilized almost immediately to patch up a larger fella by the name of Tucker, and she found herself ingratiated into the group. Since then she rode with them, acted as "bait" to draw targets out, and spends her time making trouble at whatever saloon they happen to be near. If you're looking for Abby, that's where you should go.​

Relationship Status: Offensively Single​

Family: Mother: Marilyn Horne; Alive​

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Father: Joseph Horne; Alive​

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Siblings: Jake, Jack, James, Joseph Jr., John, Jacob, Jackson, Jace; All alive​

Extras ​

Skills: Trauma medic; knows how to sew people up or chop off limbs; sharp shooter; Honey pot; skilled with a knife; knows how to preserve food, mend clothes, animal husbandry, read and write/ forgery expert.​

Significant Items: 1881 Marlin Rifle (.45-70 cartridges), surgical bag, buck knife​

Horse's Name: Wild Paint Pinto named Jigsaw

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[ChaosPixie]

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▪ Jocelyn Grace ▪

"His fist is big, but my gun's bigger. He'll find out when I pull the trigger."
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Jocelyn Paige Grace ​

Age: 23​

Place of Birth: New Hanover​

Role/Occupation: Actress and Burglar (lock picker)​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Blonde and wavy/curly. Usually worn down or in a bun.​

Eyes Colour: Chocolate Brown​

Height: 5' 3​

Build: Slim with some curve​

Complexion: Sunkissed/light tan​

Typical Clothing: Will wear a dress if a situation calls for it, but is typically seen in dark colored pants with a white shirt and black vest. She has black boots that go up to mid calf and tops her outfit off with a black hat. She has a dark brown belt that holds her gun holsters and knives.​

Background ​

History: Jocelyn was born on a small homestead to Mary Anne and Geoffry Grace. Unfortunately Mary Anne died shortly after childbirth due to complications. Even with such a tragedy looming over her, Jocelyn was loved. Her older brother Anthony who was eleven at the time was simply smitten by her and as such took over most of the duties to care for her. All the while Geoffery tried his best to keep the family afloat, doing odd jobs on top of running their very small farm. But as most stories go, it quickly went downhill starting with her father becoming an alcoholic. From there practically all responsibilities were placed upon young Anthony and when he failed to do something he was beaten. The young boy often took Jocelyn's beatings for her in an attempt to save her from their drunken father's wrath.

As the years went by, Jocelyn learned odd skills from her brother when he had time to teach her, Geoffery became more and more abusive. Eventually he voiced opinions of Jocelyn being the reason her mother had died which was a lot for the young girl to handle. However it all didn't come to a head until Anthony had walked in on their father trying to molest her. Traumatized by not only fighting off her dad, but watching in horror as her brother killed him in a fit of rage, 10 year old Jocelyn lost the ability to talk.

From then on Anthony took care of her. It took a few years, but she eventually started talking again and when she did, her brother made sure that she learned absolutely everything she would need to know paying people to give her the education that he couldn't provide. During this time, Jocelyn slowly figured out who she was. It was clear early on that she could cry on cue and bewitch men into giving her what she wanted, a skill that her brother found plenty of uses for as he further his own criminal career.

Having the upbringing that she did, Jocelyn found it hard to trust others though she did often try. Ultimately it was her and Anthony against the world as they ravaged the land for what they could get. Having never been a part of a gang before, more of her brother's doing then hers, she found it hard to seek out help when Anthony offered up himself to save her from being behind bars.​

Relationship Status: Single​

Family: All she has is her older brother who is currently locked away for murder.​

Extras ​

Skills: Can cook, picks locks, a decent shot, tracking, 'acting', horseback riding​

Significant Items: A silver locket with a small diamond and a gold engraved pistol (part of a set). ​

Horse's Name: Athena

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[ChaosPixie]

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▪ Anthony Grace ▪

"insert character quote or song lyric"
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Anthony Micheal Grace​

Age:34​

Place of Birth: New Hanover​

Role/Occupation: Murder and mayhem​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Light brown and is kept short so it's usually messy. Though he'll make it nice if he's bugged about it.​

Eyes Colour: Chocolate Brown​

Height: 6' 3​

Build: Muscular, bulky, not all that hairy but has scars like he's been to war.​

Complexion: Tan as if he has spent his life in the sun.​

Typical Clothing: Black pants, red or blue shirt with a black vest. Owns a dark blue fur lined coat and has a black cowboy hat that has seen some ish in its lifetime. Wears a well worn dark brown belt that has his gun holsters and pouch for ammo. Brings it all together with silver toed black cowboy boots.​

Background ​

History: Anthony had been born to Marry Anne and Geoffrey Grace shortly after the two had wed. He had grown up watching his parents work for everything they had, even if it wasn't much and was often held out of school to help with the chores. Working side by side with his father, Anthony grew quickly and developed a more mature mindset. In fact it wasn't long before he wanted to drop out of school altogether and requested such at the early age of 9 finding the physical labor of their farm to be far more stimulating than learning to read or write his name. All things that his mother taught him anyway, but at least he was able to spend the majority of his time outside rather than in a stuffy one room school.

It wasn't long after his eleventh birthday that his mother went into labor with his sibling. His father had been out in the fields when she had doubled over groaning in pain. Hurriedly he had helped her to her bed and then ran as fast as his legs could go to find his father. Almost a day afterwards, he was holding a small bundle of blankets, a round little face staring up at him with as much wonder as he had about her. Right then and there he felt his entire purpose shift, she was the center of his universe and at the moment was the last piece of his mama that he had. The wails of his father could be heard from the next room as he cradled his sister comfortingly.

The changes in his father were noticeable and Anthony grew more weary of him with each passing day. Every beer that Geoffery drank was another chore added to his list and soon he was acting more like the man of the house then his father was. And between each chore he had to tend to his sister, which he had named Jocelyn after their grandmother. Patiently Anthony had taught Jocelyn to walk, talk, eat properly, and so on. The only thing he hadn't done was potty train her, he paid the girl down the street to do that. While he was accomplishing far more than any boy his age should, none of it went recognized for his alcoholic father saw nothing but his failures and mistakes. Each of which cost him a beating and once Jocelyn had started trying her best to help with the workload, he took her beatings too, wanting to protect her from the monster that their father was becoming. Something he felt he was doing a decent job at until he found his father trying to grab his sister as a man would grab a woman.

A fiery rage overtook him and before he had realized what was happening, his father was in a bloody heap at his feet while his sister stood muted across the room. Panic filled him. Grabbing all he could, including the few valuables his mother had hidden long ago, Anthony took his sister and fled the house that they had grown up in. Quickly he searched for any work he could and did odd jobs to get them by often going without food to make sure Jocelyn's stomach was full. After all she was eleven years younger than him and his twenty one year old body could sacrifice things her's couldn't go without. Wanting her to have a better footing in the world then he did, Anthony immediately threw money around once Jocelyn started talking again to give her the education that he didn't have. Living on the land was his future, but it didn't have to be hers.

However, the world seemed to hate him as she followed in his footsteps quickly. Together they shifted from odd jobs to crime, her stealing and him killing as he would be damned before she got any blood on her hands. It was years before they were found out. When law enforcement did finally track them down, Anthony hid away his crying sister while he begged for her to just let him do this one last thing he could to protect her and willingly walked into custody. Now his days were spent threatening his cellmate and staring out the small barred window waiting to be hanged.​

Relationship Status: Single ​

Family: His sister Jocelyn who is apart of the gang​

Extras ​

Skills: Killing, tracking, hunting, weapons, intimidation, carpentry, farming​

Significant Items: A gold engraved pistol (part of a set), hunting knife, silver pocket watch​

Horse's Name: ~doesn't have one~

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[Brangutang]

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▪ AIDEN MERCER ▪


"My hand's upon a dead man's gun, and I'm looking down the sights."
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Aiden Mercer​

Age: 35​

Place of Birth: Pennsylvania​

Role/Occupation: Gang leader​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Dark brown; short-medium windswept; usually wearing a hat​

Eyes Colour: Hazel​

Height: 6'2"​

Build: Athletic​

Complexion: Light tan​

Typical Clothing: Smart but comfortable shirts, jackets, vests, and denim or cotton pants that can serve just as well in social settings as in rough rides and shoot-outs. In warmer temperatures will lose the jacket in favour of rolled-up sleeves and unbuttoned collar, and will throw on a duster for the opposite. Has a set of more formal clothing (tailcoat, tie, town shoes and pants) if needed.​

Background ​

History: ​

Born to farmers in rural Pennsylvania, Aiden and his younger sister Clara learned to live frugal lives, hunting, riding, and tending to their animals. But one winter, either out malice, greed, or just sheer bad luck, a group of thugs raided the Mercer farmhouse, slaughtering their livestock, stealing their valuables, and ultimately murdering Aiden's parents when they fought back. Barely having turned ten, Aiden and Clara were spared but forced to flee, escaping with nothing but the clothes on their backs. After several weeks camping, stealing, and living off small game, the siblings found more success sticking to population centres. The towns of Pennsylvania became their home, a different but no less ruthless environment.​

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They stuck to hiding and squatting in shadowy corners of town, often close to bustling saloons in order to target drunkards inattentive of their coin. But it was also during these years that Aiden's love for music and literature was born. Enchanted by the sounds flowing from instruments or the voices of a troupe of performers, he'd often sneak into these establishments just to listen, and on good days, they'd let him stay. One such performer, an old musician and storyteller, took a liking to the young Aiden and taught him what he knew. In return, Aiden would run small errands for him, stealing food or alcohol and pilfering pocket watches to fence. It was around this time that Aiden befriended a group of young stablehands and misfits, often convincing them to "borrow" horses for joyrides and practice shooting in the woods in honour of legendary gunslingers. However, it is one particular member of this band whom Aiden blames for Clara's disappearance on the night of his fifteenth birthday.​

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Lost and distraught without his sister, Aiden spiralled for a few years, indulging in booze, fights, and sex, before finding his footing and escalating the nature of his crimes to ever-riskier swindles and thefts. By the age of nineteen, Aiden had sobered into a cynical con man, using his talents to charm patrons in town, distracting them long enough for a swift pickpocketing or selling them on horses or plots of land he did not own. He organised his long-time friends into a posse of sorts, and though their activities rarely ended in bloodshed they still caught the attention of the law, forcing Aiden into a transient lifestyle between towns along the east coast. One evening, as he tried to swindle a man named Clay Stoakes, Aiden was caught red-handed and off-guard. Instead of punishing him, however, the outlaw seemed to see potential in him and invited him to become a founding member of the Stoakes Gang. Together with Clay, Doc, Jonah (and later additions Jesse and Annie) they formed a formidable family, Aiden's combination of wit, pragmatism, and adaptability helping him stand out amongst them. Successful heists saw the gang forced south-west to to North Elizabeth to escape the bounties on their heads.​

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As the tales of their gang's feats throughout the southern states spread, it became clear Aiden was no mere member of the family but a leader in his own right. His sister's memory, a constant reminder of the cruelty of life, pushed him to value familial bonds and ruthlessness in the face of threats to them. But it was not until a violent confrontation with their rival McCullough's that saw Mercer elevated to a position of co-leadership when an elaborate and risky plan nonetheless turned a clear defeat into something close to victory. Thus, the Stoakes Gang was reborn as the Stoakes-Mercer Gang, the shared leadership between the two veteran outlaws balancing and stabilising the cohesion of the group and only drawing in more members.​

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Relationship Status: Single​

Family: Parents killed and sister presumed dead​

Extras ​

Skills: Riding, music, shooting, reading/writing, hunting, leading​

Significant Items: Small notebook, harmonica, hunting knife, pocket watch, custom revolver (Remington 1875)​

Horse's Name: Rhapsody​

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[Bubbly_Mickey]

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▪ CLARA HARLOW ▪


Sometimes we refuse to see how bad something is until it completely destroys us.
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BASIC DETAILS​

Full Name: Clara Elizabeth Harlow​

Age: 24​

Place of Birth: New Austin​

Role/Occupation: Housewife​

APPEARANCE ​

Hair Colour/Style: Deep Brown, curled nightly​

Eyes Colour: Light brown​

Height: 5ft6in​

Build: Thinner due to low resources, naturally quite curvy. ​

Complexion: Light freckling, quite a few scars below the neck. One particularly bad burn scar over half of her left hand. ​

Typical Clothing: Secondhand and homemade dresses, she does her best to keep up with the latest styles on a budget. ​

Background ​

History: Clara was born to a middle-class farmer on the outskirts of the city, raised on a farm with little education she was always destined to marry. Her mother worked hard to teach her the feminine arts, and to train her into a capable wife and mother. She was married at the age of 15 to a local meat merchant, Jackson Harlow, 34. They have tried for children, but after 3 miscarriages and an increasingly physically and emotionally abusive relationship, Clara hasn't been able to maintain a pregnancy. She has visited the town doctor more times than she can count for her pregnancies and many random 'accidents' that befall her around the home. ​

Relationship Status: Married​

Family: Her mother died when she was 16 due to a fainting disease (heart attack), and her older brother moved away when she was a child. Her father is the only person whom she has regular contact with in her family. ​

Extras ​

Skills: Cleaning, cooking, sewing, and mending personal and others' wounds. Setting breaks as well. ​

Significant Items: Sewing kit and cooking utensils. ​

Horse's Name: None yet

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