Casting Call and OOC: Aurora Borealis
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Lord Patrick of Belfast
Room for one more?
Wherever there's money, there are those who would rather earn it by the quickness of their wits, or the nimbleness of their fingers, or the ruthlessness of their natrues than by the sweat of their brow. There are also those attracted to the rough edge of society.
Patrick Williams is a rather average looking young man, with average brown hair and brown eyes. There's not a lot favourable or unfavourable that can be said about his appearance, but he likes it that way, since it's in his interest to not be noticed or remembered. He dresses well, or as well as conditions permit.
Patrick claims to be the Lord of Belfast (a rather implausible title, but plausible enough, especially in Carmack), whether this is true or not is up for debate - he certainly seems to have a lot of money, but he's also suspiciously lucky at cards.
Room for one more?
Wherever there's money, there are those who would rather earn it by the quickness of their wits, or the nimbleness of their fingers, or the ruthlessness of their natrues than by the sweat of their brow. There are also those attracted to the rough edge of society.
Patrick Williams is a rather average looking young man, with average brown hair and brown eyes. There's not a lot favourable or unfavourable that can be said about his appearance, but he likes it that way, since it's in his interest to not be noticed or remembered. He dresses well, or as well as conditions permit.
Patrick claims to be the Lord of Belfast (a rather implausible title, but plausible enough, especially in Carmack), whether this is true or not is up for debate - he certainly seems to have a lot of money, but he's also suspiciously lucky at cards.
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with apologies to the Allman Brothers...
Lord, I was born a gamblin' man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand
That I was born a gambling man
Snowy, I thought you were LONG gone... Welcome to Carmack!!
Lord, I was born a gamblin' man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand
That I was born a gambling man
Snowy, I thought you were LONG gone... Welcome to Carmack!!
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Hi Everyone. I really, really think this thread is the best thing on Lit right now. Still, when I joined, I didn't account for the number of people who would write long posts. I can write long posts, but I can not keep up with the reading. I will stop for now, but if some of my smaller threads die or end, I will check. Back. Thank you all so much for being so friendly and welcoming.
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Fair enough, Candyman. Still... I'll keep the lights on. 
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Understood brotherman. Until the next time, and may it be soon. Have fun, don't die! 
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Thank you. 
Out until Thursday
Hi everybody,
I may not be able to post until Thursday.
MaidofMarvels, if Roc needs to say or do something before I get back please feel free to post for me. I trust you will not take him out of character.
Thanks
Mike
Hi everybody,
I may not be able to post until Thursday.
MaidofMarvels, if Roc needs to say or do something before I get back please feel free to post for me. I trust you will not take him out of character.
Thanks
Mike
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Hi. I'm brand new to Lit, but I do like this sort of rp interactive storytelling. And this looks like a fun story so far
I'd noticed requests for both creativity and for more non-"percentage girl" women characters, so I got to thinking of something a little off the beaten stereotype but which should fit in, I think. I'll just summerize my concept for now, but I'll be more than happy to post a much more detailed description and biography if I get the ok to run with this.
In short, the woman would be a drifter in her late 20s, who has been making a living as a bounty hunter for over a decade, ever since her parents were brutally murdered. She's now heading to Carmack because she has 'aquired' a land claim deed from her last mark. At this point, she hasn't decided yet wether to just sell the deed, or to maybe stay awhile.
So, thoughts?
Hi. I'm brand new to Lit, but I do like this sort of rp interactive storytelling. And this looks like a fun story so far
I'd noticed requests for both creativity and for more non-"percentage girl" women characters, so I got to thinking of something a little off the beaten stereotype but which should fit in, I think. I'll just summerize my concept for now, but I'll be more than happy to post a much more detailed description and biography if I get the ok to run with this.
In short, the woman would be a drifter in her late 20s, who has been making a living as a bounty hunter for over a decade, ever since her parents were brutally murdered. She's now heading to Carmack because she has 'aquired' a land claim deed from her last mark. At this point, she hasn't decided yet wether to just sell the deed, or to maybe stay awhile.
So, thoughts?
Claire Black
The charming Ms. Maid of Marvels has approved my concept, so as promised, I present the detailed description for review
Name: Claire Black
Age: 29
Occupation: bounty hunter
Appearance:
Claire is fairly pretty, in a plain sort of way. She has straight medium brown hair, which she usually wears in a ponytail, and her eyes are a honey brown color. She stands 5'8" tall, with an average figure and an athletic physique. She is almost always dressed in denim trousers, a tan or brown shirt, a tan hat, and depending on the season a tan duster. She does not own a dress or other women’s clothing.
Personality:
Most times, Claire comes across as emotionless and indifferent, but she can be quite cold-blooded when crossed. However, she still has a soft spot in her heart for people who are down on their luck but still struggle to maintain their dignity.
Biography:
Claire grew up on a small homestead in Montana with her parents and older brother. It was a hard, simple, but happy life, though Claire did tend to be stubborn and rebellious at times.
Unfortunately, this all came to an end abruptly when she was 17. Being something of a loner, Claire had only a couple of close friends, and had not shown any romantic interest in any of the available boys in the area. One evening her parents had a loud argument with her concerning her lack of marriage prospects, and she left the house for the evening, sort of a short-term running away, with the intent of returning in the morning.
However, camped a few miles away, Claire noticed smoke coming from the direction of her house, too much smoke. Knowing something had to be wrong, she ran back home, in time to see the bales of hay burning and four men riding away, pulling the family plow horse behind them. Ignoring both, she ran into the house, to find her whole family dead. Not just dead, what the four bandits had done to them, especially her mother, was ..heinous.
Her family's funeral was the next day, and Claire was placed in the custody of the town's preacher. The sheriff told her that those men already have a price on their heads, and that he was doing everything he could to bring them to justice. This seemed to mostly involve taking a nap at his desk, though. Between that and the preacher's very condescending attitude towards her, Claire lost her temper and went after the outlaws herself, using the sheriff’s own horse.
Claire found the bandits on the third evening, and snuck into their camp that night while they were asleep. After taking their guns, she struggled to think of an appropriate way to kill them and to bring herself to actually do it. But one of the men had woken up and attacked her. She shot and killed him, and the other three, but it was in self defense, not revenge.
The week after her return with the outlaws' bodies and their possessions (much of which was actually her family's) was awful. The sheriff insisted he couldn't pay the bounty for a week, until the federal marshal came. And the preacher's attitude changed from condescension to extreme self-righteousness, constantly calling her a sinner or an evil whore, and graphically describing what to expect in Hell.
The marshal arrived along with a traveling salesman, and the preacher wasted no time in selling all of the Black family possessions, despite the fact that he was supposed to be holding them in trust. Only the Winchester rifle Claire's father had owned remained, because the sheriff kept that. Likewise, the sheriff collected the bounty himself and refused to give the money to her.
After everything that's happened, after this betrayal of her trust, something died in Claire emotionally. She wasn't angry anymore. All she felt was cold hatred.
That night she left the preacher's house, taking with her all the money and some supplies, and snuck into the jailhouse. The sheriff had fallen asleep on the cot in one of the cells, with most of a bottle of whiskey in him. He didn't wake up even when she stripped him of his twin Colt revolvers and their holsters, and locked him in the cell. Since Claire couldn't open the combination safe where the money that was rightfully hers was kept, she had to settle for taking her father's rifle and the sheriff’s horse, the only things there of value. And, of course, she took the keys.
Claire rode off, and has never looked back.
*****
Dang, this got wordy
The charming Ms. Maid of Marvels has approved my concept, so as promised, I present the detailed description for review
Name: Claire Black
Age: 29
Occupation: bounty hunter
Appearance:
Claire is fairly pretty, in a plain sort of way. She has straight medium brown hair, which she usually wears in a ponytail, and her eyes are a honey brown color. She stands 5'8" tall, with an average figure and an athletic physique. She is almost always dressed in denim trousers, a tan or brown shirt, a tan hat, and depending on the season a tan duster. She does not own a dress or other women’s clothing.
Personality:
Most times, Claire comes across as emotionless and indifferent, but she can be quite cold-blooded when crossed. However, she still has a soft spot in her heart for people who are down on their luck but still struggle to maintain their dignity.
Biography:
Claire grew up on a small homestead in Montana with her parents and older brother. It was a hard, simple, but happy life, though Claire did tend to be stubborn and rebellious at times.
Unfortunately, this all came to an end abruptly when she was 17. Being something of a loner, Claire had only a couple of close friends, and had not shown any romantic interest in any of the available boys in the area. One evening her parents had a loud argument with her concerning her lack of marriage prospects, and she left the house for the evening, sort of a short-term running away, with the intent of returning in the morning.
However, camped a few miles away, Claire noticed smoke coming from the direction of her house, too much smoke. Knowing something had to be wrong, she ran back home, in time to see the bales of hay burning and four men riding away, pulling the family plow horse behind them. Ignoring both, she ran into the house, to find her whole family dead. Not just dead, what the four bandits had done to them, especially her mother, was ..heinous.
Her family's funeral was the next day, and Claire was placed in the custody of the town's preacher. The sheriff told her that those men already have a price on their heads, and that he was doing everything he could to bring them to justice. This seemed to mostly involve taking a nap at his desk, though. Between that and the preacher's very condescending attitude towards her, Claire lost her temper and went after the outlaws herself, using the sheriff’s own horse.
Claire found the bandits on the third evening, and snuck into their camp that night while they were asleep. After taking their guns, she struggled to think of an appropriate way to kill them and to bring herself to actually do it. But one of the men had woken up and attacked her. She shot and killed him, and the other three, but it was in self defense, not revenge.
The week after her return with the outlaws' bodies and their possessions (much of which was actually her family's) was awful. The sheriff insisted he couldn't pay the bounty for a week, until the federal marshal came. And the preacher's attitude changed from condescension to extreme self-righteousness, constantly calling her a sinner or an evil whore, and graphically describing what to expect in Hell.
The marshal arrived along with a traveling salesman, and the preacher wasted no time in selling all of the Black family possessions, despite the fact that he was supposed to be holding them in trust. Only the Winchester rifle Claire's father had owned remained, because the sheriff kept that. Likewise, the sheriff collected the bounty himself and refused to give the money to her.
After everything that's happened, after this betrayal of her trust, something died in Claire emotionally. She wasn't angry anymore. All she felt was cold hatred.
That night she left the preacher's house, taking with her all the money and some supplies, and snuck into the jailhouse. The sheriff had fallen asleep on the cot in one of the cells, with most of a bottle of whiskey in him. He didn't wake up even when she stripped him of his twin Colt revolvers and their holsters, and locked him in the cell. Since Claire couldn't open the combination safe where the money that was rightfully hers was kept, she had to settle for taking her father's rifle and the sheriff’s horse, the only things there of value. And, of course, she took the keys.
Claire rode off, and has never looked back.
*****
Dang, this got wordy
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My apologies Graybread, didn't mean to intrude. Sorry to you too M.A., been a bit swamped here, and haven't had a chance to post here lately.
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No need to apologize at all Rufus! I should have posted something different and then I thought well heck why not just post again. Its my mix up!
No need to apologize at all Rufus! I should have posted something different and then I thought well heck why not just post again. Its my mix up!
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That's not true, Mantra. You know better.
A head's up for everyone...
The Aurora doesn't have batwing doors. The weather in the Northwest Territory just wasn't conducive to things like that.
Anna DeSilva isn't stern or mean - far from it. Here is Tad's take on her:
Oh, and before I forget... there are rooms available at the Aurora but there is a separate desk for those. Let's all try to give Top a break from being the do-all and end-all of the Aurora.
So far so good... and don't be afraid to ask questions or post ideas if you've a mind to. Thank you ALL.
A head's up for everyone...
The Aurora doesn't have batwing doors. The weather in the Northwest Territory just wasn't conducive to things like that.
Anna DeSilva isn't stern or mean - far from it. Here is Tad's take on her:
Have been scrounging up some prices from documents. I'll post those soon but in the meantime, let's say that all drinks are $1 in a glass, dinners are at least $4.00, probably more. No coins smaller than a fifty-cent piece, most things were paid for in dust.
Oh, and before I forget... there are rooms available at the Aurora but there is a separate desk for those. Let's all try to give Top a break from being the do-all and end-all of the Aurora.
So far so good... and don't be afraid to ask questions or post ideas if you've a mind to. Thank you ALL.
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Oh, and before I forget... Lucian Keys (Mantra) owns the local grocery and hardware store and holds the license to sell Colt weapons.
I've got a few photos on a disc somewhere of the towns I compiled in my head to make "Carmack". Pics of the main street, some of the buildings, the camps and miners at work. When I find them I'll post them up. Maybe it will help everyone get a better image in their mind's eye.
By the way, the girls got 50¢ a dance. JUST a dance. Miners' wives often took jobs in the dancehalls to offset costs when their husbands weren't so lucky panning.
Once again... good job.
I've got a few photos on a disc somewhere of the towns I compiled in my head to make "Carmack". Pics of the main street, some of the buildings, the camps and miners at work. When I find them I'll post them up. Maybe it will help everyone get a better image in their mind's eye.
By the way, the girls got 50¢ a dance. JUST a dance.
Miners' wives often took jobs in the dancehalls to offset costs when their husbands weren't so lucky panning.Once again... good job.
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Neat! Thanks for the price list Maid! I had no idea what to charge and was just kinda winging it till I could figure out better!
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Sorren, you weren't wrong. Your money would not have been turned down even though the folks who have been there a while are using dust for currency and 50¢ pieces were usually the smallest coin.
People came from all over to that area. Do you think anyone was going to say go back? You did good.
As for Miss Anna feeling "generous"... Minding the kitchen AND its help is her JOB. There's no generous about it. Unless we're cutting corners and Anna DeSilva's presence is no longer required.
Just let me know. Makes no nevermind by me.
People came from all over to that area. Do you think anyone was going to say go back? You did good.
As for Miss Anna feeling "generous"... Minding the kitchen AND its help is her JOB. There's no generous about it. Unless we're cutting corners and Anna DeSilva's presence is no longer required.
Just let me know. Makes no nevermind by me.
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Nono, Don't read too much into any of that Sorren! lol Thats just Seamus being Seamus! Didn't mean to make you feel like you had done something wrong, was just taking to chance to throw in a bit of flavor! And as for Anna feelin Generous, She usually does, doesn't she? Besides, it seemed to go so well in the spiel.
I can change it if I need to though, it's nothin but me workin the character.
Rufus
Besides, it seemed to go so well in the spiel.I can change it if I need to though, it's nothin but me workin the character.
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Okay, changed the phrase "take American currency" to "get American currency" which is actually more in keeping with what I was trying for anyway, stated that we could handle it at the Aurora but she still might wanna hit the bank, , and added the phrase "and its a rare day she don't" about Anna feeling generous. Again, sorry for the confusion, and now I'm gonna go see if I can get BOTH feet in my mouth...
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Maid of Marvels said:
It was to my understanding that YOU were the creator of this thread and without Anna or any other character you may see fit to use, we would have no thread. I thought all previous posts and backstories were supposed to be read before posting. I also thought our was informed BEFORE BEGINNING this thread that the central character was Aurora and that we all played our OWN parts not all the parts.
Maid of Marvels, is this right? or am I just being long winded?
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