The Frontier RP - Intro and info

[Mad Jack]

....Continued

The sergeant escorted Jack from the stables, across the long parade ground, to the headquarters building.  A young man was standing guard dutyoutside the front doors.

"This man wants to see the colonel", said the sergeant to the guard.

"I'll see if the colonel is free", replied the guard, "May I ask who needs to see him?"

"Just tell that Jack MacCarter is here." said Jack

Their was a few minutes of silence after the young soldier disappeared into the building.

"How do you know Lieutenant Colonel Steinhauser?" the sergeant askedto break the silence

"That's easy, sergeant", Jack paused as the guard came back out, "I used to have your job."

"Lt. Colonel Steinhauser will see you now" the guard said.

Jack nodded and entered the building, he stepped in the commanding officer's office on upper level.  Behind the desk sat a grey-haired man with a mustache that curled on the ends.  He stood up as soon as Jack walked in.

"Jack, my boy!  I have not seen you in years!" Col. Steinhauser said in a distinced German accent, "What have you been doing since left the rifles?"

"Roving mostly, getting in and out of trouble," Jack replied, "you know, the usual."

to be continued...  again....

((ooc: this is taking alot longer then i thought.  Other RPs: feel free to post your stuff between my ramblings))

[Melanie]

Lightening slid to a halt, and let out a horrifying cry. "What's wrong girl?" Mel asked, but, was answered with a discusted snort. In the distance a huge thunderhead rolled across the sky, with lightneing streaming down, in all directions. "Oh no! This is just like it was in my dream!" Mel muttered, then turned Lightening, and they headed off, towards the fort, where Jack had went. At some point during their trek from the town, they'd ran into some traveling wagons, and had gotten directions to the fort, with any luck the storm'd turn and  go a different route. They raced along, gaining speed with every stride, as the storm gained speed and power. "I hope we can make it there, girl? Before the storm gets us, there's just something I don't like about that storm an' I don't wanna find out what it is!" Mel said, as she ueged Lightening onward. She hated pushing Lightening this hard, but, at a time like this she wasn't thinking about what could happen, just what would happen should they get caught in the storm, and the storm seemed to be gaaining on them, faster than they can get away. Lightening huffed and puffed as hard as she could, her hooves dug into the earth, and her heart raced, the sound ringing in her ears, along with the sounds of the storm. Her eyes were wide with fear, and pain, her nostrils flared, takeing every breath they could get. They slid to halt, at the edge of the canyon, overlooking the fort, and Light stood there breathing heavily, her sides heaving with every breath, as the thunder rolled accross the sky. "Come on, girl?! We have to get there before this storm!" Mel said, urging Lightening to go on. "I know you're tired an' I'm sorry I'm pushin' you so hard, but, it's for our own safty!" she added, as Lightening protested, but, started down anyhow.

It was a long slow go, and the storm caught them before they reached the bottom, a bolt of lightening struck the ground, just inches away from them, spooking Lightening and she raced, as hard as she could dowwn the path, with Mel clinging to the saddle. "Lightenin', slow down?!" Mel shouted, the finally she slowed to a walk, as they reached the bottm. Lightening flashed all around, striking what few trees there were and setting a fire. Lightening spooked as a tree near them was struck, and took off accross the plain. It seemed like they were going to make, when Lightening stumbled, then went crashing to the ground, and sending Mel flying from her back. Mel rolled accross the ground, and lay there motionless for a while, after she'd came to a stop. "Lightenin'!" she called, and was answered by a shrill whinny, in the midest of a thunder clap. Lightening's bad leg had given out, from all the hard galloping, and pressure put on it, from the harsh pounding on the hard earth, this time it wouldn't be able to be healed. She lay there, breathing hard, and cried out in pain, and fear as Lightening flashed all around. Mel staggered to her feet and bolted over to where Lightening lay. "Lightenin'? Are you alright, girl?!" she asked, and the mare raised her head, as whickered at Mel. She struggled to get to her hooves, using that leg to get up, but, fell whenever she'd try. "Oh no! Not your leg?! No! Lightenin' I need you!" Mel said, as tears filled her eyes. She ran a hand over Lightening's leg, it was hot to the touch and swelled, Lightening winched in pain, as she felt Mel, lightly touching her leg. Mel looked around in all directions, hoping she'd some help, but, the fort wasn't as close as it had looked from the top of the canyon. "Help?!" she yelled, but, it was drowned out by the thunder.

She buried her head in Lightening's neck "I love you girl! You've been my best friend and only family, I've ever really had! Please get up? Please be alright? I'm sorry! I promise I'll never push you like that again!" she said, into the think, warm, neck. She raised her head and yelled for help again, over and over, but, everytime the thunder would drown out the sound. Lightening cried out in pain and fear as thunder and lightening got worse. Mel buried her head into Lightening's thick neck again, she didn't care anymore, that there was a storm. All she wanted was for her and Lightening to be safe and live a long happy life, but, knew that LIghtening'd probably never get up again. That thought sank deep within her heart, and now all she could think of was how could she live without Lightening, her best friend and only real family she's ever had. "Go away an' leave us alone!" she shouted at the storm. "HELP?! SOMEBODY, PLEASE?!" She yelled, again. This time it wasn't muffled by the thunder, she yelled again, this time louder, then louder, over and over again. Eventually Lightening joined in, as the lightning continued to flash all around them and strike here and there. 'I hope someone'll hear us.' Mel thought, as she closed her eyes, and thought hard about anything good, and happy. Trying to block out the raging eletrical storm. Mel opened her eyes, then got to her feet and took a deep breath, Oh God I hate to do this!" she mutted to herself. Then drew one of her guns, and aimed at Lightening's head. "I'm so sorry, girl! I love you, please forgive me for this?!" she said, as she closed  her eyes, held her breath, then fired. The sound was muffled by the thunder, and Mel fell to ground, crying and dropping the gun beside her, Lightening was gone. Mel'd had no other choice, it had to be done, reguardless of who did it. She gave LIghtening one last hug, her shirt, hands, and face now covered in Lightening's blood. She got to her feet, picked up the gun, the blood from her hand covering the ivory grips, and holstered it. She took one last look at Lightening, then turned and started walking towards the fort.

[Salocin]

   Salocin's body lay in the town jail, in the last empty cell, which was farthest from the front door but still in the sheriff's line of sight. His shirt had been removed from his body and lay next to him neatly folded. Since the event, Salocin's body had healed at a seemingly supernatural rate; although there was nothing supernatural about it. He had always healed fast, ever since he was a kid. His upper torso was covered in jagged ugly white scars. Where he was impaled by the antlers, a star-shaped circular splotch took up a good part of his right shoulder and chest.
  His eyes creaked open from lack of use, and he stared at the wall that he was facing for a few moments, moving every muscle carefully to make sure everything was in order. Seeing that he was alright, Salocin sat up and stood up in the cell. The sheriff, who had been reading the paper, shot out of his chair, hand at his holster.
"Okay, Salocin, I see you're awake."
Salocin nodded heavily and replied, "Yeah. Where's my stuff?"
The sheriff shook his head. "I'm sory Salocin, but now that you're awake, I have to send a wire to everyone so that the town can be present for the trial."
Salocin nodded. He looked at the cell bars. Any fool would realize that the ancient cell bars holding him wouldn't hold to a child, though surprisingly, no one had broken out of the prison in over six months. Salocin mentally scolded himself, I won't hurt anymore people unless its necessary for my survival, I will await my trial and take the sentence. Salocin looked at the sheriff.
"Okay, what's the jist of the trial?"
The sheriff shook his head. "Well, you and your men killed a lot of people. You're whole team is dead except you. There's a heavy price on your head. The town isn't going to hang you, since that's been tried before. I think they're looking for firing squad or life. That is, if you don't get off for insanity. Then, you would just be banished from the town. But, if you ever did return to the town and conduct any odd behavior, the town has a non-written law that anyone with a bad reputaion of the worst sorts, as yours, can be shot on sight without punishement to the shooter. Rather barbaric, I know"

Salocin nodded. He sat back and waved the sheriff away. "I will await my trial. Tell everyone. I sense a fiesta will start soon."

OOC: I cannot run the trial, as that would be rather one-sided. Other players will have to do that and decide and vote on the outcome amonst themselves. Maybe a poll will be taken? I don't know. You decide. This is a group participation act, after all.

[Foyay]

(Reviver of threads)

I wanna know if I can still join.

[Mad Jack]

This one is kinda dead, but feel free to start another, see who wants to play

[Somablaze]

Figured i would start a new one here. Dry Creek, Texas (can be changed just give me idea). Dry creek is the main place that the hands of the three largest ranches in texas go to spend there wages so there is a lot of money floating around not to mention the bank that holds these ranches funds. (first three people to respond that want to be get to be the owners and choose the name of there ranch.) But dont be fooled these ranches may be powerful but they dont rule the town. Judd Hamilton does. His old profession was a fierce pirate who made a fortune when him and his crew plundered a french treasure ship. But Judd wasnt the one to share his wealth with everyone. The night before they landed in galveston him and his trusted few crew member stabbed all the other crew members. THey then landed ashore and after a few days of celebrating decided to set up in Dry Creek. He then started several business that are now thrieving because anyone who starts a rival one is suddenly met with an accident.

Commancheros.- a mix between mexicans americans and unloyal commanches--- raid from mexico (can play any memeber of the tribe )

Commanches- Raid the area from the plains to the east

Out laws- Lurk in the ghost town of OPEN PASS to the west.   Led by Clyde Barksdale (me) who was the first mate of the ship but still got a knife in the night but managed to
 live
Towns people- Can start business and such

WHat do yall think?  Fill out applications the same as the other ones and ill review them

[Samual James Colt]

Name: Samuel Colt
Hight: 6"1
Weight: 210 pounds ( strongly built with broad shoulders and a berral chest with strong legs to boot)
Age: 35
Ethnicity: Scottish (imagine that!)
Occupation: Mercenary
Possesions: two Remington model 1858 pistols, basic supplies for survival, old Betsy (an 1853 enfield), and two hunting knives used for more than hunting, ammo for the weapons,  a horse named winchester, and his cavalry saber.
Appearance: Tangled red hair with a short red beard connecting with a mustache and sideburns. if you didn't know him, he would look like your average, heavily built Scotsman with bright blue eyes and a fierce loyalty toward friends. he has some of that, but once you learn his occupation and see certain bulges in his clothing, he starts looking far more dangerous than before. he has typical Scottish skin with ruff, well worked hands and a long white scar down his right arm going from the back of his hand to just above his elbow, he is harry as well, from his chest to his under arms, but not his back. he wears a pair of boots and socks with his two knives hidden in each boot, after that he wears underware and a pare of long johns and chaps. he wears two leather belts, one for his pants, the otherfor his two guns, standard saber and ammo pouches, some for powder, and some for mini balls. after that he wore a white short sleeved shirt with a brown and black lether vest over it. he also wore a black cowbow hat and spurs
Roll: A free ranger looking to find work, while mixing in and making friends and enemies with characters along the way

[Salocin]

I am deeply saddened that the other RP fizzled out.  Oh well, this one sounds interesting too.  School has started back for me so I may not get to post nearly as often as in the previous RP.

Here is my other character's bio though I am changing some info on him to work with this one.

Name: Nikolai Bolgini (given to him by his grandfather)
Age:30
Height:5'9"
Weight:165 even
Appearence:Speaks with a Southern drawl. Has a friendly face, despite the fact that his dark brown eyes seem to stare deep inside you. A little less than shoulder-length, sandy-blonde hair. Very well built, his body is not  the weight-lifter type, but very fit.
Nationality: American, born in the Deep South in particular.
Profession:Has a knack for fighting for money, but no job

Bio: Was tried for a crime he commited against a small town in the West.  Due to lack of witnesses, the trial could not go on since many had left town and the other witnesses had died during his rampage. Quiet, hansome  and very good with guns and his fists. Wanders from place to place. A loner.