Cattle Town - (An OOC)

[Light Ice]

This thread is for posting characters for consideration and discussion. The IC Thread can be found here: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=675928

In the years following the Civil War the economy of the defeated Confederate States entered a period of crisis. Defeated by the Union North, the Confederacy found itself paying for its transgressions against the United States Union in spades. Crops were confiscated, men were arrested, and women were taken and used without shame or apology. These dark days did not last long, no more than a year, but they motivated many families and former Confederate soldiers to abandon their beloved southern homelands for the lawless Western Frontier.

Our story takes place in the Fictional town of Abernathy, Kansas.

Abernathy is a border town that sits in a valley surrounded by large, gently rolling hills. It is a grassy place, dry but subject to periodic rains. The town is flanked to the north by the fictional Big Horn River, a run-off that is commonly no deeper than four feet and fast running. Abernathy first reached prominence as a way-station on the road west and grew to further prominence when Copper was surrounded in the Southern Hills. The mines ran dry in 1872 and were closed. The town's most notorious tragedy precursed this when, in March of that year, a Shaft owned by local Ben Targent called the San Francisco collapsed three days after a heavy rain killing nine townsman.

It is now 1884 and Abernathy's newest claim to fame is the railroad that cuts along the river and stops in town. The demand for beef in the North East has given substantial rise to the cattle ranchers that resided in Abernathy's hills. Cattle are sold at vastly inflated prices in Abernathy at the rail yard where they are loaded into Cattle Cars and shipped northward.

The inflated prices has brought Free Grazers, cattle owners who drive their cattle from the South West into Abernathy for sale.

Our story takes place primarily in the "Old Paris Theatre". A saloon, theatre, brothel and gambling hall the Old Paris is an attraction to not only the residents of Abernathy but the many drifters that ease through town. The building is owned by Sam Whitword, an older man who has been a resident of Abernathy for many years. The Brothel that operates within the Old Paris Theatre is in control of a madame and the girls. They are, for the most part, an almost entirely separate enterprise.

Character Options:
While Sam the owner and bartender will not be a character option, many others exist. For the women that show interest there are singers, dancers, prostitutes, wives, townswomen, gamblers, shopkeepers, and any reasonable combination of those above. For the men there are and equal variety of roles, with the addition of Pinkertons (private detectives who are deputized to protect the assets of the railyard and banks), local lawmen, and an equal assortment of characters of the roguish and local variety.

The Story:
While local politics will be a center piece of our story, the dominate dilemma of the time is the conflict between the Free Grazers and the Ranchers, the Local Law and the Pinkertons who sometimes overstep their bounds in protecting the railyards and banks. The great ambiguity of law and its enforcement means that the Banks and Railyard interests frequently serve as law and are enforced by the local sheriff and his deputies who are, commonly, on the railyard payroll.

Any character taking the position of Sheriff will start, however, uncompromised. As the new Sheriff he'll have to field the offers and cohersion of the various factions and choose his own path.

Any interested please post a character biography up here and, if only for my convenience, a few links to threads you're currently writing on. Writers are expected to be serious about story content as well as erotica.

[Light Ice]

Feel free to post up thoughts or character biographies.

[The_Cowboy]

Name: Grady Saunders
Age: 36
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Profession: Sherriff of Abernathy, Kansas

Background:
Recently sworn in as Sherriff, Grady Saunders represents the first time in Abernathy's history that a non-native was charged with the keeping of the town's law. A former lawman in Arizona, Saunders is a notorious gunhand whose easy nature has made him popular in town. He is, however, otherwise inexperienced to the complicated politics and elbow-rubbing of Abernathy. The town is substantially larger than his prior posts and represents a genuine challenge to the career lawman.

He is, for the moment, a wild card to most of the powerful players within town. Little is known for his motivations or allegiances. Grady isn't particularly known for his drinking and is unwed. He was born and raised in Southern Illinois and dresses fashionably. It is a habit that somewhat conceals his otherwise capable means and knack for survival.

[Mephistophelily]

Name: Brandy Lynn Harper
Age: 23
Profession: Saloon gal
Appearance: http://th09.deviantart.net/fs11/300W...vavanstory.jpg

Brandy was named after one of her daddy's favorite things; liquor. Mister Harper loved to have his drinks after a long day at the mines, ending his days with his stories on fantastic magical creatures that entertained his daughter which turned more and more confusing with each trip for the bottle he asked of her. Even with as confusing as the stories may have been, Brandy looked forward to them every evening, waiting at the door with her father's glass and bottle waiting on the table, eager for the next story...

The stories stopped when she was 11.
Daddy never came home. Mama wailed and howled over some type of accident that had happened at the mines, never taking a moment to explain to the girl waiting at the door on why her father was taking so long to come home...

Mama wanted to moved away the year after. Brandy refused to go. She instead took to her uncle's house, insisting that she stay in Abernathy in case Daddy came looking for her. Mama just called her a stupid little fool and left, Brandy adamant that Abernathy was where she belonged.

Years passed, and Brandy grew up, though never gave up hope on finding Daddy. Even now, in passing moments of confusion, she sometimes refers to some men as "Daddy", thinking them to be her lost father. Unfortunately, this sometimes leads to situations she doesn't much care for... She usually ends up in one of the brothel's bedrooms, willing to do whatever is asked of her.

Brandy is a bit naive but very fun-loving; some say that her head is in the clouds most of the time... but that doesn't bother her any.

[Light Ice]

Name: Curtis Hawkins
Age: 29
Profession: Gambler
Appearance: Dark hair, green eyes.

A mere boy when the war broke out, Curtis was a brash and bold spirit who heralded his father as a hero when he rode off to join the Confederate Cavalry and the war. His story is similar to many others in that eventually his father's letters stopped coming and his hometown in Georgia soon played host to the victorious Union Occupying Force. What followed was the hell of Reconstruction. His mother, violently raped at war's end, turned to prostitution to keep Curtis fed.

When Curtis turned 15 he killed his first man, a Union Army Lieutenant who had paid his mother for a night of 'physical' fun. When the sound of slapping reached Curtis, he charged into the room, finding his mother bound and at the receiving end of lashes from the Lieutenant's riding crop. At this point an innocent young man, unknowing that the play was erotic, used his father's scattergun to separate the Lieutenants top-half from his bottom.

Terrified, his mother immediately took him and fled west.

Curtis took to gambling in the saloons his mother worked, always stationed below in case she needed him. He became good, extremely good, with the Lieutenant's revolvers through practice. The Mother and Son bounced from town to town until ending up in Abernathy, Kansas. His mother passed on when she contracted Tuberculosis, leaving him what money they had saved. His last birthday presents were a brass pocket watch, a copy of King James' bible in Latin, and a pair of Schofield No. 3 Revolvers.

A poker player and remarkably quick gun-hand, Curtis has decided it is time to leave Abernathy. His means of exit are... explosive and at the moment secret. Until his plan is sprung he waits at the Old Paris, quietly exchanging a modest amount of money in cards with regulars and visitors alike.

He does not take kindly to being called a liar or to any man who abuses women who toil in the trade of his late mother.

[AngelofDeath]

Name: Nicolette "Swift Deer" Gauthier
Age: 23
Race: Irish and Comanche
Height: 5'9
Build: toned
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel green
Weight: 125
Occupation: Rancher and shop owner

Nicole, because she hates going by Nicolette, is one of the local ranchers and shop owners. She inherited the ranch from her mother and the store from her French stepfather. Nicole is clearly not French however. The bastard daughter of a Comanche war chief and his Irish love, Nicole has had a bit of a rough life growing up. When she was younger very few called her names, harassed her or brought up her "real" father. That all changed with the death of Jacques, leaving Nicole alone to handle the cattle, the ranch hands and the store. Many would avoid doing business with her, but she had the supplies they needed, the meat they ate AND their mail.

Of course the number who hate her is less than those that admire and respect her. Mostly the other ranchers who let their cattle roam as she did, because she had the largest number of head and managed to avoid and big scuffles with the fenced in ranch owners. She's not butch but she is not a frilly, eyelash batting cooing woman either. If she not at the store or her ranch she can often time be found in the saloon, playing cards or having a drink.

[Light Ice]

Wow, such a talented bunch already. And we're only going to get better when Soru joins us.

I'm going to start us off even though we're still open to more players, if only because I'm anxious to write. Sometime tonight look for me to post here with the IC thread.


To any of you still looking to join we're definitely accepting characters still. The only thing I ask is that you post them up here before you head over onto the IC thread.

Thanks to all those who already jumped on this.

[Soru]

Originally Posted by Light Ice

And we're only going to get better when Soru joins us.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

I'm working on getting a con-man character put together. Have to do some homework on the subject first. Should have a bio up soon.

[Light Ice]

And we're up. http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=675928

[Soru]

Name: Oswald "Oz" Bloom
Age: 42
Profession: Confidence Man
Appearance: Aged and expensive, like a fine wine.

Oswald is not his real name, but that comes later. For now, "Oswald" it is. The boy who grew up to become Mr. Bloom lived a privileged and educated life. Through his youth, he never wanted for anything. His family was wealthy. His mother married into money, a banker living on the east coast. The man was honest and good, two qualities quite rare in those about his line of work. He had even adopted little Oswald, having no children of his own.

It was quite unfortunate when his parents died during a vacation in Europe. His father, the banker, did business in Sweden on occasion and he decided to take the two of them with him. Poor Oswald was sick in bed during most of the trip. Not all around bad, being waited on hand and foot in a lavish hotel suite. However, during his lengthy illness his parents perished in a terrible building fire. The old bank his Father seldom visited went up in flames. Terrible terrible times.

Oswald cried and cried. More for his mother than his father admittedly. He had loved the old man, but his mother was his mother. What boy didn't love their mother more than anything? So it was for Oswald. He went through the next years alone and bitter. Fancy private schools and expensive suits tailored him for the future as a man of the banking world like his father before him.

However, Oswald grew bored. School, even college was far too easy. The young man excelled in his studies. For some reason it came easy to him. While others were toiling away in libraries and classrooms, Oswald was learning new tricks. Each week it seemed like he had a new hobby. Where some people collected stamps or valuable coins, Oswald collected hobbies. He had to do something with all of his time.

During the course of his "studying", he realized that he had amazing dexterity in his hands and fingers. This made slight of hand tricks and ruses easy for him pull off. He especially liked card and coin tricks. Oswald continued to hone his art through the rest of his college years, losing more friends than he gained through his little games.

Thing was, Oswald learned more through his hobbies than he did through the classroom. He became an excellent fencer. It seemed he had a knack for the edged weapons. Firearms on the other hand, revolvers and the like, seemed obtuse to him and he never really got the hang of them. In addition, he learned how to dance, multiple styles from the tango to the waltz. He learned French, Spanish, Gaelic, and German. He even learned how to sew and cook.

With all of his talents and a degree or two under his belt, Oswald made off into the world. He traveled the eastern coast until he finally found someone to teach him the art of the confidence man. Oswald had read books and heard stories. So naturally he sought out the lifestyle. He wanted to work people, to pull their strings and watch them dance. It was in his nature. Being good and lawful became boring and predictable. Oswald wanted fun and adventure.

He apprenticed for some time until he was good enough to deceive even his own mentor. After that he left, more out of necessity than anything. His master was none too pleased when he realized Oswald made off with everything he had.

Money wasn't the point of it all for him, unlike many others in the business. He was in the game for the thrill of the job. The excitement is what fueled Oswald towards dangerous people and their equally dangerous interests. The police had a hard time keeping up with him. Oswald moved around a lot and he had more than enough money to sustain him so if he needed to lay low, he could for as long as he needed. Also, it helped that he never used his real name.

As work slowed in the east, Oswald joined many others and trekked across the country to the west. He traveled by train, like anyone with the money to do so did. Thing was, he didn't pay for this train ride. He scored the ticket in a rigged game of chance. Perhaps knowing that made the ride all that more enjoyable for him. Oswald was fast becoming a sinister character.

He made his way through many frontier towns when they were frontier towns. The ever expanding Americans moved past and Oswald kept pace with them. He stayed in the dust covered towns as long as they were popular and they had people just itching to give him whatever he convinced them they should.

Such was life. So he found himself on another train headed to another town. "Abernathy" or so it was called. People were moving there because of the cattle he was told. It was quickly becoming a hot spot and that was the only reason Oswald needed. He would use this town for every penny and then move along like all the others.


Now comes the fun part: How much of this story is true... and how much is just a fancy illustration?

[Lady Reiha]

Name: Dr. Nana " 7" Aoshi
Age: 24
Race: East Asian ( Nobody is certain here whereabouts exactly).
Height: 5'3
Build: slim (except her chest- hehe xD)
Hair: Black
Eyes: brown ( with a murky tinge to them)
Weight: 120
Occupation: Town Doctor/ Saloon's "singing gal"
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Nana (or "7" for short), is what Abernathy considers either a angel or a devil. After strolling into the dusty town just a few, short weeks ago; Nana made herself known with a bang after noticing that not only was the town doctor old, but not very knowledgeable in the medical field. A man had been severely shot and was utterly disgusted at the doctor who simply gave up and said" there's nothing more I can do for him." Opening up the satin-covered suitcase beside her, Nana performed what the townsfolk considered a "miracle"; taken aback at two things: The beautiful asian woman sang while preforming her skillful talent of healing the injured, and she did all of that without sight.

Indeed; "7" is a blind woman.

An angel or a devil? That fluctuates between each person in the dusty town of Abernathy. After expressing her unique talents, she was chosen as the new town doctor; never once failing to quit on a dying patient. When not helping the sick or injured, she works at the Saloon as a main singing attraction. Beautiful and talented, Nana still has many demons from her past that haunt her everyday. Just why exactly did she come to the States? Does she have a motive? An ace up her frilly sleeve?

Or is she truly an devil in angels clothing, as some would say?

[Lady Reiha]

I hope that this bio is okay ^-^"

[Mephistophelily]

Did... we lose the rest of the thread players?

[AngelofDeath]

Maybe Havent see either of them in awhile.

[The_Cowboy]

I'm still here.

[Light Ice]

We lost Reiha and Soru some time ago. Just the four characters now.

[Light Ice]

But I'm open to accepting more if they come.