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It's sometime in the 1800's. A majority of the states weren't settled with cities, but farm towns and smalls communities filled with robbery, treachery, and plenty of bar fights. So saddle up and ride and lets have a look at a town called Benson.

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User name: Vincent_Vellstrome
Name: Dust
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Weapons: two six shooter .44 cal 11 in. barrel pistols and one Winchester bolt action rifle.
Job title: none
Appearance:
(best I could find, if you find one better feel free to tell me, and don't mind the fire it doesn't exist.)
Other: Traveling across the plains in search of something he doesn't know.

User name: Ragereaper
Name: Grave
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Weapons: Dual six shooters .45 cal 10 in. barrel, Remington 12 gauge shotgun, Sharps lever action original sniper rifle.
Job title: Sharps shooter
Appearance:
Other: He is an enigma.


User name:AzmariaMinohi
Name:Raven Sorna
Age:24
Gender: FEmale
Weapons: 2 six shooter .45 Colt Peacemakers 8 in. barrel, assorted hidden knives, shot gun Remington 8 gauge ((My brother did the gun stuff))
Job title: Bounty hunter. The last thing anyone expects to get them is a girl.
Appearance:
You know this was very difficult to find surpriseingly. There was only one page of them.
Other: PIss her off and you will not be happy later. Hit on her and you might just lose something you would rather keep. Depending on how you hit on her.

User name: Trivinia
Name: Alice Monroe
Age: 22
Gender: female
Weapons: "Brains" and "Good Luck", her two .36 caliber Colt revolvers (Tidbit by Reaper: Also known as the Navy .36 cal revolver. xd ), 38-55 remington long rifle, short barreled 16 gauge shotgun.
Job title: Thief
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Other: Alice makes a living by stealing other people's living. And she makes a good living. Even if she is being bad. Slightly unhinged, but surprisingly quick witted and intelligent, she's also a bit of a hot head and will not blink at shooting your face off if you get in the way of a job. She's currently on the run (when is she not) for a train robbery gone awry.


User name: XNuixaXSlaveXheartX
Name: Karber
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Weapons: speed mostly though she does carry a small obsidian knife.
Job title: N/A
Appearance: Small, light boned built for running, Brown hair, brown skin, amber eyes. Elfish features.
Other: Half Irish, half Locota Indian. sprightly little thing, perhaps a little too curious for her own good, Has learned to live alone. No family that she knows about.

(Maybe. *shrugs.* Your name and pic makes yours look a little more like a undertaker haha.)

3 things.
1. Triv is in.
2. That was kind of the idea, Vince. He is supposed to be an outlaw of sorts. Though he gets the title Sharps shooter because he shoots the original good sniper rifle. It held the record for most accurate rifle for 50 years.
3. Who else are we waiting on?

Based off of Azzy's guns, we're in the late 1800's closing in on the 1900's. The year is 1873-1953.

An take repeater off. You can't have an 8 gauge repeater. Repeaters are measured in calibers. Gauges are a shotgun measurement.

Really, just waiting for someone to start it up.

Grave slumped in his saddle. He had barely outrun the bounty hunters again. He had only left a single body in his wake, but he was low on ammo. He saw a town in the distance. He had to make it there, before more bouty hunters picked up his scent and started chasing him again. He spurred his horse on, to go faster. It was just as tired as he was. And he was sharing the burden of no sleep.

Grave and his horse staggered into the town. The horse went straight to the nearest water trough. Then grave fell off of his horse's back. He made a sickening pop as he hit the ground. It was his spine popping back into alignment. He rose from the dirt and started tending to his horse. It had driven itself well. After he had brushed it down and paid for a stall in the stable, he went to the nearest saloon. "Whiskey. Dry." He was too tired to come up with more then that. The bartender brought him one even before he paid.
As he sat down with his mug, he flipped the owner a gold coin. He stared at it in amazment. "Would you like anything else, good sir?"
Grave nearly chuckled at that. "Some food. A bed. And directions to a good gunsmith. I need to stock up on more ammo," he said as he took a slug of his drink.
The tender tossed him a key to a spare room. "I'll be right back with some food, and the best gunsmith that this town has to offer is right down the road from here. End of this street."

It was a couple hours before Alice and August rode into town. The woman had long since talked her mouth dry (much to August's relief), and she was weary from the heat. August strode right up to a trough and drunked her head in, with Alice following suit as soon as she toppled off the saddle.

When Alice came up for air, she found herself face to face with a young boy, eyes wide in either surprise or disgust. She crossed her eyes at him and cackled when he ran off, then scooped up the water in a (somewhat) more ladylike manner. After that she saw to August's health, giving her a thorough brushing and making sure she had a roof over her head for the night. Then the woman tossed on her hat and strode into the bar with a few dollars and coins that she'd managed to knick from the passengers of the train, ordering something to eat.