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The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral was a 30-second shootout between lawmen and members of a loosely organized group of outlaws called the Cowboys that took place at about 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday, October 26, 1881, in Tombstone, Arizona Territory. It is generally regarded as the most famous shootout in the history of the American Wild West. The gunfight was the result of a long-simmering feud, with Cowboys Billy Claiborne, Ike and Billy Clanton, and Tom and Frank McLaury on one side and town Marshal Virgil Earp, Special Policeman Morgan Earp, Special Policeman Wyatt Earp, and temporary policeman Doc Holliday on the other side. All three Earp brothers had been the target of repeated death threats made by the Cowboys, who objected to the Earps' interference in their illegal activities. The four law men faced five Cowboys. Billy Clanton and both McLaury brothers were killed. Ike Clanton claimed that he was unarmed and ran from the fight, along with Billy Claiborne and Wes Fuller. Virgil, Morgan, and Doc Holliday were wounded, but Wyatt Earp was unharmed. The shootout has come to represent a period of the American Old West when the frontier was virtually an open range for outlaws, largely unopposed by law enforcement officers who were spread thin over vast territories.

The following events took one year prior, one year after the founding of Tombstone, and fifteen years after the end of the American Civil War.




Welcome to Dead West. In this RP, you are one of the following: A resident of the recently established town of Tombstone, a visitor of some sort, an official of sorts, or a member of the Gallows Gang. The only officials that will be playable will either be the town lawmen, Pinkerton agents, or financial allies of George Williamson, a wealthy business man. Ultimately, you are your own person, but there is, as there always is, something deeper going on in Tombstone, Arizona.

The World Around You


George Williamson

An oil and railroad magnate, as well as a cotton baron. George is cold towards others and is willing to do whatever it takes to progress his businesses. What is known to plenty is the nature George Williamson takes, seeing his way as orderly. George is a financial backer of law enforcement, using them as a means against his opponents through corruption of his own terms. Usually stationed in Tuscon, financial reasons of various, untapped potential bring him to Tombstone.

John Charles Frémont

Territorial Governer, Frémont was appointed Governor of the Arizona Territory by President Rutherford B. Hayes and served from 1878 to 1881. He spent little time in Arizona, and was asked to resume his duties in person or resign; Frémont chose resignation. During what little time he spent in Tombstone, it was known that he would be present for the official terms of a railroad in Tombstone, terms being negotiated between himself and George Williamson.

Crawley P. Dake

While U.S. Marshal for the Arizona Territory from 1878 to 1882, introduced new techniques and helped to improve working relationships between law enforcement officers in the Arizona Territory. He was noted for his creativity and ability for deputizing civilian posses after the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 was passed. He was a Union Army soldier during the Civil War. During 1878 to 1889, he formed posses charged with controlling lawlessness along the United States and Mexico border.

Virgil Walter Earp

Knowing Virgil was moving to Tombstone, and knowing of his peace officer background, U.S. Marshal Crawley Dake appointed Virgil as deputy U.S. marshal for the Tombstone District of Pima County, on November 27, 1879. He was instructed by Dake to help resolve ongoing problems with outlaw Cowboys. But the job didn't pay much. He was mostly on call helping county and city officials. On October 30, 1880, after town marshal Fred White was accidentally shot and killed by outlaw and gunman "Curly Bill" Brocius, Virgil was also appointed acting town marshal of Tombstone. Virgil now held both the more powerful local town marshal position and the prestigious federal law enforcement appointment. As town marshal, Virgil earned a regular salary of $100 a month plus a percentage of city taxes he collected. But Virgil did not hold the job for long. The city held a special election on November 13, and Tombstone city policemen James Flynn and Ben Sippy competed for the job. But then Flynn dropped out of the race and Sippy beat Virgil for the office, 311 votes to Earp's 259.

Ben Sippy

City Marshal of Tombstone, Arizona Territory, from November 12, 1880, to June 6, 1881. He beat out Deputy U.S. Marshal Virgil Earp for the office but left under a cloud of financial impropriety. Before arriving in Arizona, Sippy had been indicted for theft in Parker County, Texas. He fled the state without facing the charges. On November 12, 1880, Sippy beat Virgil Earp by 311 to Earp's 259 votes in an election only two weeks after Earp was appointed to fill the office after Fred White was accidentally killed by Curly Bill Brocius.

James Flynn

Tombstone policeman, nothing fancy.

Tom James Gallows

Leader of the Gallows Gang, a band of men who made a living out of mercenary work and robbery, known for being some of the most violent outlaws of the late 1800s. Tom Gallows himself is a very, very large man known for using a very, very large revolver. They are most notorious for hanging their victims, being the cruel, merciless savages they are. Recently they have been attracted to Tombstone in hopes of an influx of opportunities.

The Pinkertons

Pinkerton, founded as the Pinkerton National Detective Agency, is a private security guard and detective agency established in the United States by Scotsman Allan Pinkerton in 1850. During the labor strikes of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, businessmen hired the Pinkerton Agency to infiltrate unions, supply guards, keep strikers and suspected unionists out of factories, and recruit goon squads to intimidate workers. Pinkerton's agents performed services ranging from security guarding to private military contracting work. George Williamson, one of their financial backers, has hired them during his time in Tombstone.



There are secrets to unravel, mysteries to unfold, lives to live, and deaths to come.

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  • 3 - For now, keep it to a 3 character minimum per person. I don't care for puppet spam.
  • 4 - Keep it PG-13. Also basic NS stuff.
  • 5 - People can, and probably will die.
  • 6 - I don't mind creativity, but don't go overboard. Overly ridiculously characters will not be accepted, and if you pull anything after being accepted you'll get 3 warnings and your out.

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Postby Rhinocera » Wed Dec 26, 2018 10:19 pm

Could I app as the Sheriff of Tombstone? I see their are NPC marshalls, but I do not see a Sheriff on the list.

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Postby Eisen » Wed Dec 26, 2018 10:59 pm

Good question, actually. As of 1880, there was no acting sheriff of Tombstone. The first Sheriff of Tombstone, and Cochise County in general, John Behan, was appointed in 1881.

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Postby Rhinocera » Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:42 pm

Well, I just wrote up an app, but I hit the wrong button and it went away, so I'll redo it later. And could I do a fictional sheriff, history to the wind?

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Postby Eisen » Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:48 pm

I'll allow an acting sheriff, but with the position, I'll be hoping to see a pretty damn good job at doing the part.

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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Fri Dec 28, 2018 8:29 am

Name: Mr. Jean Philippe (commonly called, "John Phillips", "Mr. Phillips", or "Phillips" depending on social standing).

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 180 lbs.

Appearance: https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&source=hp&ei=gmQmXPbhHIyV8APCg564Cw&q=h.+h.+holmes&oq=&gs_l=mobile-gws-wiz-img.1.0.35i39l5.0.0..1875...1.0..0.0.0.......0...........5.p9pubHwkY5o#imgrc=mrWsYMYW118mnM

Personality: Cunning, Hard Hearted in business beneath a veneer of Polished Civility. Alternately, so long as it doesn't affect his business, he is capable of compassion.

Biography: Born in New Orleans in 1848, the son of a New Orleans Courtesan and descended from French settlers, Jean Phillipe grew up in the house his mother worked in.

At age 11, he discretely impressed one of his mother's friends with his quick thinking in helping the man out of a tricky social situation on the street. The man, Rudolph Rouge, a local business man, gave him an apprenticeship and saw to his education, including boxing.

When the War Between the States broke out, Phillipe acted as the valet to Rouge's son, Michel, who was assigned to the Louisiana Pointe Coupee Artillery. Both young men were captured after the Siege of Vicksburg and sent to the Gatriot Street Prison, in St. Louis. Michel died in the prison and Jean returned Michel's belongings to his father after the war.

Jean continued to work for the Rouge family, until Rudolph's death in 1877. He was remembered in mentor's will and with money enough to start a business of his own, Jean headed west, arriving in Tombstone at the end of the year.

Arriving in Tombstone, in 1877, with his seed money, after news of the silver strike, Jean built Le Maison de Beauté Hotel. It was an upscale retreat for men who enjoyed, and could afford, life's finer pleasures. He mostly staffed his "hotel" with accomplished ladies from his mother's contacts in New Orleans. Jean also ran a matchmaking service for western men and women from the eastern parts of the old Confederacy.

It was at this time that Jean Phillipe started to become more known as 'John Phillips'. It sounded 'more American'.

Mr. Phillip's has since gained new contacts in Tombstone. He is very protective of the spot he has carved out for himself. The city permits for his Ladies professional licenses are a consideration that has some influence on local law enforcement. His ladies also receive generous tips if they manage to overhear worthwhile Information from their clients.

Equipment: Two two-shot .45 caliber Derringer pistols (one up his sleeve, one in his hat), a small book of intimate details about important townspeople and a copy in the hotel safe.

Additional Notes: Mr. Phillip's fluently speaks English, French and Spanish.

His loyal hirelings include: Madam Flora, Ignacio Torres (his Secretary), William McGinty (his Trainer).

He keeps himself in fighting trim with a boxing trainer and sparring partners.

The feminine entertainment at the Maison de Beauté Hotel normally occurs between noon and dawn, ceasing between dawn on Sunday morning to dawn on Monday morning.

Mr. Phillips attends the Sunday evening Mass at The (Catholic) Church of the Sacred Heart.
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Postby Rhinocera » Fri Dec 28, 2018 12:30 pm

Name: Jonathan “Big John” Brocker

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Height: 6’1’’

Weight:210 pounds

Personality: Short tempered and bitter, he fosters a resentment for the world at large and life in general. He’s extremely protective of his daughter, Alicia, but has no strong personal relationships beyond that. He does care for the residents of tombstone, on a moral obligatory level, but pays no regard to outsiders.

Biography:
Jonathan Brocker was born in 1835 to a wealthy plantation owner in Tennessee. His mother passed away after giving birth to her third son, in 1838, leaving his father to handle the intricacies of raising children. His childhood consisted of hard farmers work, as his father didn't believe his sons should grow up as folk sheltered from hard labor. At the age of 16, however, he left home and joined the army. Rising through the ranks, by the outbreak of the civil war he was a cavalry captain and had exemplified great skill with the tools of his trade. In 1961, his father and brothers joined him in the Confederate Army to fight for Southern Independence. The fight was hard and long fought, along with relatively fruitless as the South ultimately lost the Civil War. It was also costly, on a personal level, with both of his brothers and his father not surviving the bloody conflict.
After the War, with his family dead, he saw little reason to return home to the plantation, which had also been left in shambles over the course of the war, as there had been no one left to care for it with the Brocker men being away. Instead, he rode as a rogue bandit, robbing, stealing, drinking and killing with little regard for moral decency, though he did live by a certain code which kept him from the killing of women and children for the most part, though he cant be sure as the recollection of a drunken killer tends to be missing some parts. He garnered infamy as "the rogue officer" as he committed his crimes donning the uniform of a Union Cavalry officer (likely a prize taken from a casualty of war) and a bandana that concealed his face. For years he carried on this life of indecency, leaving nothing but despair in his wake. However, deciding to return home in 69 changed his life for the better.
In 1869 he returned to Tennessee with little to show for his life of crime, as whatever he stole had either been gambled away or spent frivolously on booze and women, leaving him with only a few dollars to his name. Fortunately, he had never been identified as his face had always remained a mystery to authorities and victims alike, while his former associates had either died off or disappeared. He had tired from a life on the run, deciding to return to the remnants of his family's plantation and seek reprieve from a life of crime for a short while. Instead of a brief respite, however, he found love with a young and beautiful woman by the name of Alicia. They married and settled down, with John beginning a life of peace and decency. Alicia had changed him for the better, as he gave up drinking, gambling, stealing, whoring, and all of the other vices that had plagued him after the war in exchange for the benefits and comforts of a regular life with a loving family. They had three children, two daughters and a son. The oldest daughter, Alicia, the youngest daughter, Erica, and the middle child who was also the son, Joshua. Unfortunately, in 78, John's wife passed giving birth to Erica. Devastated by the death of Alicia, John began to recede to his old ways of drinking and gambling, though he did not descend into the violent ways of his younger self.
Eventually, the combined monotony of a farmers life and the absence of his beloved wife became to much to bear and he sent his children off to reside with their aunt, while leaving in search of fortune. in January of 79, he stumbled upon the mining town of Tombstone, where he attempted to make his fortune a miner of silver. The efforts were for naught, with the minimal profits to be found being spent at the card table or the bar. After a few short months, he came into conflict with some violent miscreants from some nameless gang over a card debt. These folks had been plaguing the residents of tombstone for some time with their violent actions and vicious behavior, but an attempt to rob Brocker proved to be their undoing. In the streets outside a saloon, they drew their weapons on who they thought was a hapless miner, before being quickly gunned down by the man they did not know to be the infamous bandit who had plagued the west for half a decade. the "Rogue Officer" had been feared as one of the deadliest guns in the west, and even though it had been sometime and the guise had been retired, Brocker had retained the skills of his younger days. Impressed by the fact that a violent nuisance had been dealt with, Brocker was able to successfully run for sheriff upon the towns first election in June of 79. Now, he resides as the sheriff of Tombstone, enforcing the towns law, sometimes in cooperation with the Marshall's office though sometimes the two arms of law face a degree of friction. He has also cooperated with a wealthy businessman on occasion, as George Williamson has proven to be a financially persuasive figure in Brocker's life. Make no mistake however, Brocker, or "Big John" as the folk of tombstone have come to refer to him, takes the protection of the townsfolk seriously and even intends on bringing his family up once he raises the money.


Equipment: Two colt single action army revolvers chambered in .45 colt are typically carried, one on his hip and the other under his shoulder. He also carries a Winchester 1876 lever action rifle chambered for .45 Winchester or a double barreled shotgun. As the sheriff, he has access to a variety of firearms and other equipment suitable for his office. He typically wears a black hat and a brown leather trench coat, along with his other clothes.

Additional Notes:

YEEHAW
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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Fri Dec 28, 2018 12:51 pm

Rhinocera wrote:Name: Jonathan “Big John” Brocker
Appearance: (Image)

Height: 6’1’’

Weight:210 pounds

Personality: Short tempered and bitter, he fosters a resentment for the world at large and life in general. He’s extremely protective of his daughter, Alicia, but has no strong personal relationships beyond that. He does care for the residents of tombstone, on a moral obligatory level, but pays no regard to outsiders.

Biography: [spoiler]Jonathan Brocker was born in 1835 to a wealthy plantation owner in Tennessee. His mother passed away after giving birth to her third son, in 1838, leaving his father to handle the intricacies of raising children. His childhood consisted of hard farmers work, as his father didn't believe his sons should grow up as folk sheltered from hard labor. At the age of 16, however, he left home and joined the army. Rising through the ranks, by the outbreak of the civil war he was a cavalry captain and had exemplified great skill with the tools of his trade. In 1961, his father and brothers joined him in the Confederate Army to fight for Southern Independence. The fight was hard and long fought, along with relatively fruitless as the South ultimately lost the Civil War. It was also costly, on a personal level, with both of his brothers and his father not surviving the bloody conflict.
After the War, with his family dead, he saw little reason to return home to the plantation, which had also been left in shambles over the course of the war, as there had been no one left to care for it with the Brocker men being away. Instead, he rode as a rogue bandit, robbing, stealing, drinking and killing with little regard for moral decency, though he did live by a certain code which kept him from the killing of women and children for the most part, though he cant be sure as the recollection of a drunken killer tends to be missing some parts. He garnered infamy as "the rogue officer" as he committed his crimes donning the uniform of a Union Cavalry officer (likely a prize taken from a casualty of war) and a bandana that concealed his face. For years he carried on this life of indecency, leaving nothing but despair in his wake. However, deciding to return home in 69 changed his life for the better.
In 1869 he returned to Tennessee with little to show for his life of crime, as whatever he stole had either been gambled away or spent frivolously on booze and women, leaving him with only a few dollars to his name. Fortunately, he had never been identified as his face had always remained a mystery to authorities and victims alike, while his former associates had either died off or disappeared. He had tired from a life on the run, deciding to return to the remnants of his family's plantation and seek reprieve from a life of crime for a short while. Instead of a brief respite, however, he found love with a young and beautiful woman by the name of Alicia. They married and settled down, with John beginning a life of peace and decency. Alicia had changed him for the better, as he gave up drinking, gambling, stealing, whoring, and all of the other vices that had plagued him after the war in exchange for the benefits and comforts of a regular life with a loving family. They had three children, two daughters and a son. The oldest daughter, Alicia, the youngest daughter, Erica, and the middle child who was also the son, Joshua. Unfortunately, in 78, John's wife passed giving birth to Erica. Devastated by the death of Alicia, John began to recede to his old ways of drinking and gambling, though he did not descend into the violent ways of his younger self.
Eventually, the combined monotony of a farmers life and the absence of his beloved wife became to much to bear and he sent his children off to reside with their aunt, while leaving in search of fortune. in January of 79, he stumbled upon the mining town of Tombstone, where he attempted to make his fortune a miner of silver. The efforts were for naught, with the minimal profits to be found being spent at the card table or the bar. After a few short months, he came into conflict with some violent miscreants from some nameless gang over a card debt. These folks had been plaguing the residents of tombstone for some time with their violent actions and vicious behavior, but an attempt to rob Brocker proved to be their undoing. In the streets outside a saloon, they drew their weapons on who they thought was a hapless miner, before being quickly gunned down by the man they did not know to be the infamous bandit who had plagued the west for half a decade. the "Rogue Officer" had been feared as one of the deadliest guns in the west, and even though it had been sometime and the guise had been retired, Brocker had retained the skills of his younger days. Impressed by the fact that a violent nuisance had been dealt with, Brocker was able to successfully run for sheriff upon the towns first election in June of 79. Now, he resides as the sheriff of Tombstone, enforcing the towns law, sometimes in cooperation with the Marshall's office though sometimes the two arms of law face a degree of friction. He has also cooperated with a wealthy businessman on occasion, as George Williamson has proven to be a financially persuasive figure in Brocker's life. Make no mistake however, Brocker, or "Big John" as the folk of tombstone have come to refer to him, takes the protection of the townsfolk seriously and even intends on bringing his family up once he raises the money.

Equipment: Two colt single action army revolvers chambered in .45 colt are typically carried, one on his hip and the other under his shoulder. He also carries a Winchester 1876 lever action rifle chambered for .45 Winchester or a double barreled shotgun. As the sheriff, he has access to a variety of firearms and other equipment suitable for his office. He typically wears a black hat and a brown leather trench coat, along with his other clothes.

Additional Notes:

YEEHAW

LOL, I was just thinking about "High Plains Drifter". :rofl:
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Postby Elejamie » Fri Dec 28, 2018 3:24 pm

Name: Alain Richard

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Not exactly what I had in mind but since I can't find any good pictures of anyone that would be a better fit I decided to just go with Little Joe from Bonanza.


Height: 5'10"

Weight: 143lb

Personality: Quiet, polite and somewhat shy, Alain always prefers to avoid confrontation and always tries to de-escelate situations to the best of his abilities, which isn't always easy since he's not exactly that good with guns. However, he is also studious, intuitive and observant, stemming from his desire to work with the police when he was younger, skills that would come in handy when dealing with the main reason why he's in Tombstone and could come in handy should he need to help anyone else.

Biography: Alain Jean-Christophe Richard was born just north of the Canadian-US border in the township of Hemmingford, QC on January 31st, 1859. The only child of Marie Dufresne and an unknown man, Alain was also her fourth child as her first three (Robert, Giselle and a second son who was stillborn) came from her first husband, who died in 1858 from smallpox. When she was six months pregnant with Alain, she would meet Albert Richard, a French emigrant to America. The two would marry three weeks later, with him also adopting Robert and Giselle and fathering four other children (although only two of them, Edgar and Agnes, would make it to adulthood). Six months afterwards, the family would then move south of the border into Champlain, NY, which would be where Alain grew up. It wasn't exactly the best childhood, as he never confidently spoke English until he was seven and didn't become fluent in it until he was 9, but he still managed to make the best of it and he had a loving family to take care of him.

In 1874, when he was 15 years old, his older half-brother Robert (then aged 18) left the Richard household, never to be seen in the flesh by any of his family members again. Fortunately, nothing bad had happened to him or anything like that, it's just that he moved down south in order to look for work. And, indeed, he would send the family letters once a month, detailing what he got up to and how life was in the southern US. At the age of 16, Alain left school and, instead of going into the police as he always dreamed of doing, instead worked with the United States Postal Service as a mail sorter. At first he worked in an office but, a year later, would then work on the rails as part of their Railway Mail Service. And he did quite a good job at it, being both quick and accurate and getting a hefty sum as a reward. It also helped that he would be the first to see new letters from Robert, although he would wait until it was delivered before he'd read it.

Unfortunately, in early 1880, the Richard family stopped receiving letters from Robert. A few months later, they found out the reason why: Robert was found dead not too far from Tombstone, shot by his own gun which was found next to him. Some argue that it was a suicide, others believe that it was a murder made to look like he killed himself. Things went from bad to worse when they would also discover that he was part of what the media dubbed "The French Gang", a group of bandits with no actual official name made up entirely of French immigrants, the offspring of French immigrants or, much like Robert, the odd French-Canadian who made their way down south. It also didn't help that they were frenemies with the infamous Gallows Gang, sometimes working alongside them and other times working against them. But worst of all was him discovering that Robert, also known as "Bob Le Rouge" by his fellow gang members (and the media), was actually a murderer and thief who was wanted for the murder of 15 men (a majority of which were gang members) and theft of up to $10,000.

At that point, Alain decided to take a temporary leave of absence from his job with the Postal Service and made his way down to Arizona, determined to find out what happened to Robert. Did he really kill himself? Was he taken out by one of the Gallows Gang? Did a nearby vigilante take him out? Was he the victim of gang infighting? Or was there another explanation that Alain hadn't considered? It's up to him to find out and wonder if he should ever forgive his brother for what he did...

Equipment: An old Wanted poster with his half-brother's mugshot on it, $140, a pocket watch with a picture of his mother and father on the other side and a few used train tickets, as that's how he got to Tombstone (via a number of other places).

Additional Notes: He speaks with a slight Quebec French accent, just enough to be noticeable but not enough to overwhelm whatever he's speaking. He also rarely drinks alcohol, instead preferring to have a cream soda or a sarsaparilla; this isn't because he supports the temperance movement, any medical problems that prevent him from having alcohol or even having a history of alcohol abuse (whether it be him or his family), he just doesn't really want to drink. And he's fairly good at poker, having played it since he was 13 when his dad taught him how to play it, although he didn't start gambling until he was 18.

YEEHAW

Hopefully this is alright. Any problems, issues or anything else I'd be more than happy to go back and either fix, add or clear up.
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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 3:46 pm

Jonathan Brocker and Alain Richard are accepted.

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Postby Rhinocera » Fri Dec 28, 2018 4:12 pm

Would the sheriff have the power to institute local ordinances or does the power strictly reside with the mayor and marshall's office? (ie. no guns)

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 4:37 pm

Unless granted permission, yes, that power resides primarily with the Marshalls. As of 1880, Tombstone was not fully incorporated, and thus had no acting mayor.

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Postby Saint Ryvern » Fri Dec 28, 2018 8:09 pm

Name: Henry Ashworthy

Appearance: Henry, as he lives and breathes

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 175 pounds

Personality: Henry is a quiet man for a preacher. His first instinct is to listen to other people, and he will give everyone the time they need to speak, voice their opinions, or shout before responding in his reasonable manner. He likes to sit back and observe the majority of the time, and he had a hard time seeming commanding from the pulpit at his church in New Hampshire. He has seen a lot in his life, but unlike some other veterans he will openly share his experiences from the war and use this as an opportunity to form personal connections with other people. Henry thrives on personal relationships, his seemingly meak public facade fading away into a comfortable and relaxed one when he is with a small group of people. He likes to laugh with other people, though he refrains from drinking and other activities. Pushed away from the church by the harsh attitudes of some, Henry tries his best to remain non-judgemental, at least vocally, though sometimes he has harsh thoughts.

Biography: Henry was born in 1845 in New Jersey. His mother stayed at home with the children, Henry was the fourth in a series of nine Ashworthy children, three of whom survived past the war into prosperous adulthood. His father was a day laborer, performing various jobs for meager amounts of pay throughout the countryside, sometimes absent for weeks at a time. However, he would always come home and treat his children and wife with love and admiration, sharing the beautiful sights he had seen in God’s great world. His mother and father were very devout Presbyterians, Henry learned to read by following along with his mother in the New Testament. He was a bright boy from a young age and took well to school, progressing quickly in his classes and finishing primary school by 15, just in time for the Civil War to roll around. Imbued with noble ideas from prominent abolitionists and Transcendentalists he had read voraciously, Henry snuck away in the night to enlist in the Union army. The boy, as he was a boy at the time, having lied about his age to the recruitment officer in a town where nobody knew him, witnessed untold horrors in the next five years. At times it felt as if Henry was doing nothing, sitting around talking crap with other soldiers, marching nowhere just to march back to where they started, but when the guns and cannons starting firing Henry longed for those moments of boredom and the fireplace in his mother’s home. The worst conflict Henry participated in was the Battle of Antietam, he witnessed many of his friends and compatriots die that day and he took the lives of several men, some of them boys no older than him. The war shook Henry to his core, but he remained a part of the army until the end, sending his checks back home and writing frequently, though his parents and siblings were furious with him for leaving. When the war ended Henry continued his schooling, moving on to study theology at Princeton Theological Seminary, close to his hometown and perfect for a budding Presbyterian minister. Graduating by the time he was 23 Henry found a congregation in New Hampshire and began preaching to them. The job was good for some time, he never took to public preaching very well, but he formed great bonds with many of his congregants. Old members died, new members were born and baptized, Henry became a staple in the community, never taking a wife because that kind of thing never interested him. All was well and good until 1876 when a young girl in the community died in the congregations, horrifically murdered by one of Henry’s congregants. Some in the congregation wanted Henry to protect the man, he held that sort of sway in the community, but Henry refused to. This outraged many people, causing them to expel Henry from the church. This shook Henry to his core almost as much as his service. He thought he had a genuine godly relationship with his congregation, but the events made him realize many of them viewed his as a public figure that they thought they could manipulate for their own gain. Henry decided to head West, seeking new opportunities in a new land. He bounced around for several years before waltzing into Tombstone, looking for odd jobs like his father once did.

Equipment: A Bible, a few miscellaneous novels and books of poetry, and a 1873 Winchester rifle. He has a little bit of money, enough to lodge himself in town for a few weeks even if he doesn’t find a job right away.

Additional Notes: Henry cannot hear in his left ear, a war relic, of sorts.

YEEHAW

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 8:23 pm

Henry Ashworthy is accepted.

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Postby Saint Ryvern » Fri Dec 28, 2018 8:37 pm

Eisen wrote:Henry Ashworthy is accepted.

Radical. Any idea on a start date for this?

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:15 pm

After we get two, or preferably three more applicants, I'll start to work on the IC. Or sometime early in January, whichever comes first.

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Postby Saint Ryvern » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:17 pm

Eisen wrote:After we get two, or preferably three more applicants, I'll start to work on the IC. Or sometime early in January, whichever comes first.

A post on the advertisement thread might help.

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:33 pm

I plan on doing that the day after New Year's.

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:36 pm

Jean Philippe is accepted.

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Postby Saint Ryvern » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:36 pm

Eisen wrote:I plan on doing that the day after New Year's.

Ultimately it’s your decision, but why wait?

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Postby Eisen » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:40 pm

People are gonna be a lot less busy then.

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