The Sun in The West OOC

[WickedSpitFire]

*Closed Discussion / OOC: Others are welcome to read along once the IC is up and/or submit ideas. Thanks!

Where would you like to start?

 

[Vasloth]

Nevada or Texas, some place hot. Probably Dallas.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

I agree with starting in Texas. But, did you want to start with plot, or characters first?

 

[Vasloth]

Hmm, characters. We can go with the plot as we go along or not but I want to know our characters.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

When I thought about this thread idea, I did not see myself as a saloon girl or whatever. That's just not my style...lol.

So. As far as characters. Do you think nemesis' or partners? Depending on what you like, you could try a sheriff kinda character, or an outlaw.

For me, I'm leaning towards outlaw.

 

[Vasloth]

Hmm, I'm thinking 2 outlaws coming together into a partnership.

hehehe I'd take the name of Childe Roland, everybody calls him Roland though. A late 20's outlaw looking for money.

How about you?

 

[WickedSpitFire]

The nick name for Roland was actually Raliegh or Rylie. LoL. Don't ask me how I know that, it's a long story.

And partners sounds good. A kind of Bonnie and Clyde thing. That definetely ought to be interesting.

I don't know if you know who she is, but I'm related to an old outlaw named Belle Starr. She was the female version of Jesse James. Except her initial motives weren't as good in nature as his were...lol. Her's were just greedy and bad...

I'm not a fan of the name Belle, so I think I'm going to go with Sam Starr. -> That took a bit of looking...Sam was her husband, also a notorious outlaw, but not my relative. She had an affair with the indian outlaw Blu Duck. Blu is my ancestor...

So, for the sake of irony, that's what I'm goin' with...haha

 

[Vasloth]

lol Now that is real irony.

Hmm, so what kind of story should we write?

 

[WickedSpitFire]

Well, do you prefer slow, or fast paced? Because it'll depend. And I'm thinking that we should work on bio's first, because that way finding a place to start might be a bit easier. If that makes sense...

Because, if we choose a situation now, it'll affect the characters. Rather than it being the other way around.

 

[Vasloth]

It doesn't really matter to me, I can go both ways. *yawns* You can post your bio, and I'll post mine later on. I'm starting to get tired.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

No prob. I'll edit this post later, after I'm done. I'm a night owl. So no worries. TTYL.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

Voila. Again...


Name: Samantha *Sam* Starr
Age: 22

Long, curly brown hair. Hazel eyes. Petite, slender. A few scatted freckles, and a naturally tan and olive skin tone.

(Bio's are more easily written in 3rd, but I prefer writing the IC in first)

Sam's mother died when she was young. She'd learned the trades of a woman, but it was her brothers that taught her what she needed to know to survive. Her father died before she'd reached a proper age whilst her brothers ran off to defend "Fort Texas" in the Mexican-American war. Bills were due and Sam couldn't get word to her brothers fast enough. So she packed up what she owned and disappeared with one pistol and the only horse she'd been left with.

Educated and literate, she was typically an easy target on the trails and in towns. So she began wearing mens clothes - pants and vests. Most women found it revolting, but she found it a lot more comfortable. After drifting around for a few months, Sam had run out of money. Food and supplies for both herself and her horse were exspensive, and she had to find some way to pay for it. The first time she'd tried to rob a bank she'd almost gotten herself killed, but it got easier. Wanted posters were made and rewards were offered as she steadily grew bolder. Sam came across many-a-man and lady willing to join her, but she was afraid that a band would only slow her down. Most of the time she looked masculine enough; with pants and baggy clothes, so it was hard to distinguish whether she was the woman from the posters until she spoke.

More often than not, saloon keepers would let her stay if she would take her hat off and sing. Sure Sam could make a damn good living singing in a saloon - she was pretty, better lookin' than most girls, and she could make men's heart's fly with the way she sang. But she never found the idea appealing. The job would entail having to wear a dress, which was now out of the question for Sam. It didn't seem exciting, and it didn't get her heart racing. Hell, even robbing banks was starting to loose it's charm.