The Changing Tides
Our Town, Our Blood, Our Birthright
"Well...shut the fuck up. It's not like there's more cacti than grass here."
"But the point is that my town is cosmopolitan, elegant, and attractive, but it's also got that small town appeal. We've got a couple skyscrapers, but nothing too fancy that simply kills the aesthetic, pleasing views of the Great Basin Desert from our oasis. You've got ritzy designer shops selling the latest fashions, but you've also got the older local businesses that have been operating for generations. The people here are nice, friendly, and living comfortably with decent incomes; last I checked, the closest thing we have for a slum is the old Pauite Reservation. That dump is far away, though; like five miles away. For 'normal' folks like yourself, all you've gotta do is just stay outside their boundaries. Last but not least, we've got the oil flowing once more. Things couldn't be better."
"However, none of this would have been possible without my family: the Stoddard Family. We made this town, and we made everyone in it."
"What? No, we're not inbreds! I'm speaking figuratively, of course!"
"To understand the town, you must understand the Stoddards and what we have accomplished. We hail from Watauga County, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. We're of English descent and we're WASPs for the most part. It was David Stoddard and his family that heeded the call of Manifest Destiny: America's sudden settlement of the lands west of Missouri. It was around 1849 when David arrived in what would later become Ticutta County, California; the doctor's eyes fixed on finding gold. He found it in the Ticutta River, around Green Lake. He established a settlement in an area that was particularly fertile enough for his family to grow crops. A few years after the family established the settlement, word began to spread of the discovery of gold by Doctor Stoddard. Slowly but sure, one small arrival at a time, the settlement grew into a thriving town."
Stoddard's Green, circa 1880
"As Stoddard's Green grew in size and in power, so did its namesake. Not only did we focus on cementing our status even further in our homestead, we expanded our influence into lucrative areas such as the state government, the military, business, and other ventures that would propel us forward. We're a big family; every generation of the family has been blessed with many children to carry on our bloodline. However, home is where the heart is, right? If you read between the lines, you'll see that here in Stoddard's Green. The biggest employer in town is the Propel Oil Company, which is a company in which I am the current President and CEO. The Stoddard's Green Police Department - one of the state's leading law enforcement agencies, owes much of its success the various Stoddards throughout the department. Ticutta County Sheriff? Bingo. City and county governments? Yessir. Country Club? You bet."
"I don't wield that kind of influence with the...Paiutes, though."
"Look, my 'esteemed' counterpart over at the Reservation has that honor. They've got that 'casino' of theirs; thanks to a ridiculous stupid gambling law. Got the Tribal Police on his side, too. 'Chief'-Fucking-Grayson, like he's some homage to their glory days. The bad blood runs deep in Ticutta County; our ancestors fought years back, when the Indians were gallivanting around on horseback. Now, those wounds were somewhat mended by the 50s, because we had other things to worry about. We had a mutual understanding with the Graysons; we stay outside of the Res, and they stay outside of Stoddard's Green. Things were running well until that redskin son of the 'Chief's' decided to lay his hands on my daughter, my precious Katherine. She...committed suicide, after that. That tribal cop, Blacktree or whoever, can argue all that he wants that the evidence isn't conclusive, but I have all of the evidence that I need."
SGPD Officers transporting a Red Cat OG.
"Why were they killed? Were these men fighting over an asset somewhere in the desert? What happened?"
"In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. We're all fueled by the same volatile mixture:
"Pride, and Hatred."
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"If salvation for my people must be found in such a way, then so be it. That's the way the game is played."
"The Paiute Reservation had suffered greatly prior to my election as Chief. Rampant unemployment, HIV rates through the roof, endemic crime and abuse. I grew up with it, as did every other man and woman my age, until I left for Vietnam. I had many good opportunities in life by the time I returned here in the 1990s, with a college degree - a thing that very few people on the reservation could ever dream of having, at that time. After my father's death, I assumed his spot on the Tribal Council, and I instantly sought out ways to improve my community. I pushed for increased federal aid in order to improve our schools and healthcare system, and I worked with our public safety elements to cut down on drug abuse and domestic violence in the Res. By the time I returned to the reservation, I had part-ownership in a computer start-up, as well as some ventures in other parts of the state."
Ticutta Paiute Militiaman, Battle of Blood Bend.
"That was a truly white man thing to do: to murder in cold blood. One night in the Summer of 1999, I took out a hit on Chief Longneck. A former Scout Sniper took the $15,000 contract, and the Tribal Police ruled it an accidental shooting. I've used that sniper a lot, after that. The Tribal Council made the move to make me the new Chief of our nation. I now had nothing stopping me from improving my community. The construction of the tribal hospital and the assistance of the Red Cross helped greatly in treating illnesses among the population, and the access to medical knowledge helped many folks to practice safe hygienic practices. Many people however, dislike using white man's medicine, but we have sought and received the assistance of the Medicine Men in convincing people to go to the hospital for serious injuries. Parents were starting to make ends meet and provide sufficient resources for their children."
"For several years, everything was running smooth. We were not feuding with the Stoddards; hell, Lincoln and I played golf a few times together. However, that tragedy with his daughter happened. She was a good girl, and despite how I may feel about her family, she didn't deserve what she got. I did what I could to help the family, but for whatever reason, Lincoln pinned it on my son, Vittorio. Chief Blacktree with the Tribal Police attempted to investigate the case alongside the white cops' investigation team, however what he found was inconclusive with the official results of the investigation. Vittorio's in Folsom, now. I cannot forgive Lincoln for that."
"So, we went to war. We fight with weapons and we fight with money. Our cops don't work with their cops on anything, and the tension is requiring everyone to carry a firearm on them. Stoddard has had two of my associates murdered in cold blood, and then there was that shootout near Blood Bend. We're buying up land left and right, and trying to steal business. The casino is a big portion of this plan; between motorists on the Interstate and the miners and oil workers in Stoddard's Green, we'll be making tons of money. Not to mention, but the construction project has put more than a few jobs in the community, and once we open, I am certain that people will find some disposable income in their pockets."
"Stoddard is a greedy man, but so is his family. My family and I? We stand for the rights of our people, and no white man is going to infringe upon us."
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As of right now, this RP is UNDER CONSTRUCTION. I will probably expand the OP a bit, and I also need to determine whether or not we will run with a single family, or allow characters in both families. The poll above will suffice for determining what we will do, so be sure to cast a vote. In the meantime, I will be working on the rules, tips, locations, and other facets of the RP. If you're interested in assisting with the lore, throw up your idea in this format:
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