Name: Mike Franks
Age: 42
Gender: Male
General Physical Description: 6'1", Lithe, fast and tough. wears a long overcoat over a shirt with multiple ammo slots, pants, boots, and a broad-brimmed hat. Has one long braid that reaches down close to the ground.
Occupation: Mercanary, Bounty hunter, etc.
Possessions: carries 6 revolvers hidden about (2 at his hip, 4 in the coat), Rapier at his hip (a bit behind his revolver), rifle strung across his back, 2 boot knives (1 in each boot), and a few days worth of supplies
Personality: Mike is a man of few words, but will not hesitate to fight if the situation demands it. A meticulous planner, he has gotten out of multiple situations alive. He never betrays those he cares for or his own values. He is also highly resourceful.
History: No one knows where Mike came from, but what is known is that he is a master fencer (sword fighting that is), and as such dangerous with the rapier he carries. He is known to almost be supernaturally quick with any of his 6 pistols as well. He performed numerous acts of sabotage against the Mexicans during the war (mostly poisoning food supplies, and setting fire to ammunition posts. He has just arrived in Crayton looking for work



Will edit the rest in later

Yeah, that's fine. Thanks.

Profiles need to be in exactly 24 hours.

I'm cooking something up.

Also, wolf bite, could you add a physical description please?

What's wrong with the current (oh there is none hihii)? Mysterious ex-soldier, dressed in a cowboy hat.. Young. Texas-looking. Hmm. Yeah, we need more desription there.

A question about angel and thief:
How does the angel choos who to protect from wolf attack? PM to the host? Can the angel nominate him/herself? Can the angel protect the same person night after night after night?
As for thief, how does he investigate someone? PM to host? What happens if he finds out Mr. X is a werewolf? Can he tell that to the others and thus immediately kill that werewolf as part of the town executions or..?

Name: Nate Hargrove
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6'1'' Black hair that is already graying, scar on left cheek from a near miss with a criminal's knife.
Occupation: Former lawman, then a soldier, now a bounty hunter.
Possessions: Revolver w/ammunition, hunting knife, bottle of whiskey, tin of tobacco.
Personality: Quiet and focused; his experiences as a lawman and a soldier have left him with a rather jaded and cynical view on life.
History: Nate practically grew up with a gun in his hand. He had to, having grown up on the frontier with no other means of protection. After a brief stint as an officer of the law, he left disgusted by their inability to keep order even in their own towns. After that, he joined the army and took part in the Mexican-American War, again growing fed up with what he saw as one of the most pointless wars ever. He refused to re-enlist after the war and now believes that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. So now he hunts down criminals as a freelancer.

Good catch, Woolly, and good to see you.


All role actions are sent to the host by PM. No, angels cannot protect themselves, but can repeatedly protect people if they think it is a good idea. The thief can share whatever he finds out if he thinks it is a good idea.

Name: Bernard Black
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: 179cm with greasy black hair and a rather unpleasant permanent expression on his face. He's wearing dark trousers and a dirty old coat.
Occupation: Bookshop owner
Possessions: some money,a bag of tobacco, an old smoking pipe, the little book of calm and a few delicious coasters.
Personality: Grumpy and pessimistic, Bernard is rather misanthropic man who would like nothing more than to be left alone with his books. His neurotic behaviour and foul mood makes him come off as anti-social but in fact he really likes a lot of people. Like people who sell tobacco and alcohol.
History: Bernard grew up in England where he ran a very successful bookshop until he decided one day to take a vacation and he eventually ended up in America. Unsure how or why he was there he decided that it was too much work to go back to England so he wandered around until he accidentally stumbled into an abandoned building in Crayon. A few years have passed since then and Bernard is still not quite sure how he got there but he's very pleased that the local population has very little interest in books.

Note: This character is entirely fictional, any similarities between him and real people or fictional characters are purely coincidental.

Updated.


And I did not forget, I was unsure of what I wanted him to look like.

Its up

FYI - the cutoff for profiles is 12 hours from now.

So, tired need some sleep. Then will make a quick profile. Been super busy.

Character Sheet

Name: Glenn Matthews
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Tall (6'6), grey trousers, white shirt with a black waistcoat...also, black shoes
Occupation: Travelling Businessman
Possessions: A wad of blank, plain paper; A pen; A pocketknife; A book of ledgers; Spare Ink; A wad of cash

Personality: Quick to act, and very spontaneous...always on the lookout for the next deal or sale. Will 'bend the law' to suit him, as far as Business is concerned...he'll happily trade in stolen items, and carry out underhanded deals with worse than shady characters. Not an aggressive man, but can certainly hold his own in a fight. Isn't afraid of anyone, mainly because he knows that a deal can usually be made...even if that deal happens to be a pocketknife to the throat.

History: Glenn was a simple tradesman around a year ago, until his life and job went south. Finding himself unemployed and with no money, he started to get involved in circles that weren't exactly the greatest influences. Being a natural salesman, he found he could sell pretty much anything to anyone...his only problem was getting hold of the goods! He's not sure where the products came from, only that his 'suppliers' asked for 60% of the cash he made from a sale. He decided it was best not to ask. 6 months down the line, he found himself in trouble with the Police...he somehow came away without conviction, but decided it was high time he changed his way of life...becoming a legit businessman! He's travelled around for the last 6 months buying and selling products, and achieving a healthy product margin too! After hearing about the small town of Crayton, at which several settlers were moving through, he made his way across, smelling the business opportunity from literally miles away. After all, he has no family or relations left, so there's nothing to tie him down.

There we go

Name: Charles Lambert
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Physical Description: Wears a brown suit striped black shoes and a bowler hat scrawny tall wears circular glasses.
Occupation: Con Artist
Possessions: 5+ items, please: A revolver, a cross, a bible, and a note from his mother
Personality: 4+ traits required:Charles is a very cunning person while also having intelligence he is a pathological liar he does hidden deep beneath the webs of lies and deceit he has a kind and loving heart.
History:Born to a poor family he wasent sent to school the only way he learned was trough any books he had came across which coincidentally happened to be a large amount. At age 12 Charles's mother died of a unknown disease since them he has had to fend for himself he started by exploiting his mothers death in towns taking shelters into peoples homes who welcomed him with open arms in the middle of the night he took all the valuables he could hold in his pockets and ran. He was caught and served a year in jail. Recently he was going to continue the conning spree in crayton but on his way he found a church he instead for the first time since he was with his mother went to a church inside he found it was abandoned on the floor he found a cross and a bible he took them prayed then continued to crayton.....

So far we have 16 character sheets done. Looking good

Char sheets dead-line in one hour? It's a hurry for those who haven't done one yet if it is.

We still have a significant number of people who need to put up profiles, enough that I am willing to wait a day for them (the fact that I am sick and want another day to rest and feel better has nothing to do with it, I swear! ), so I'll push it back to tomorrow. So those of you who remain, you have 24 hours.

Still need:

Gamgee
Drop_Dead
hircine21
mrcrazy_monkey
Woolly

I don't think I'll be playing this round. I did in fact cook something up, which I sent North's way, and between working on that and traveling next week, I won't be able to play. But rest assured you are in my thoughts.

Feel better, Northie!

I'll try and think something clever up, but it will more then likely be some ancient ancestor of the Chandler family. Meh.

I forgot about this and will make a sheet immediately.

Name: Clyde Obannion
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6 feet precisely. Ratty and starved looking Native American, though this belies his agility and precise blows.
Occupation: Refugee/Outlaw/Sharpshooter
Possessions: 1816 Musket, Colt Walker (US Army Revolver), broken minature dream catcher (slightly larger than a coin), and a self converted native american knife that can be used as a bayonett.
Personality: A loner by nature, he doesn't like to talk to people. He has a big problem with US law officials, doesn't trust them. Having to survive on his own and evade capture means he's a good thinker no matter what pressure.
History: In 1830 he was forced out of his home to be relocated to another reserve. Due to the political machinations of the US government to put pressure on their chief many of his people died because they weren't traded any food, medicine, or supplies they needed. The last of his family and particular village he decided to teach the US Inspectors a lesson when they arrived the next spring to see if they were going to sign the treaty. He set an ambush for the worker and his small retinue, claiming one of the muskets as his own. One of the soldiers survived to tell the tale, and from then on he's been a drifer avoiding the law. His travels took him south at the rumors of a war, he was hoping no one would notice him there. Or know who he is due to the distance, maybe work as a soldier for hire. A texas ranger recognized him from a really old out of date wanted poster, he killed the man and took his revolver. Disposing of the body and the poster, so far it's been years and no one is any the wiser. He did make some cash during the war as a mercenary, and now he was almost ready to leave and wander somewhere else. Residents around the town know him as the silent person who likes to keep trouble makers out of town, though it's only a matter of time until he's gone one day. He swears by his old musket, and given his impressive track record during the war his superiors couldn't care he used such an antiquated rifle design. Though some had suspicions of its illiegal aquisition.

Name: Sir Henry Chandler The III

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Physical Description: As fit as a fiddle; He stands tall at 6'4, weighing about 170 pounds. He wears a bowler cap styled hat, a monocle, and a elegant suit.

Occupation: Gentlemen and Entrepreneur

Possessions: A deck of cards, a Colt .45, some ammunition, and his trusty heirloom Chandler cane.

Personality: Witty, clever, and charming. He is an excellent card shark and rarely leaves the table, unless it is to become more well acquainted with one of his many lady friends. He tends to joke around when under extreme amounts of stress, and most people respect him for his ability to both win thousands of dollars in one game of cards, then joke about losing it all in one night and begin fresh once more.

History: Henry was born into nobility. His family name was known quite well throughout America, as mostly every heir to the Chandler throne was a politician of some sort. Thus, they had strong amounts of pull in the American government. Growing up, his parents tried to give Henry was their's could, or would, not. They gave him choice; He was free to do as he pleased, and thus, ended up the worst thing the family could every dream one of their own becoming; A slacker. Or, at least their terms. While Henry grew up, he sharpened his skills by challenging nearby noble boys to a game of gold fish; The winner earning the others toys. Fast forward about twenty five years later, and hes still doing the same thing. Only now, hes playing poker, and instead of toys, he earns himself a fair bit of coin and wench's as far as the eye can see.

The colt single action wasn't in service yet. It's the time where musket style pistols were just being phased out with early testing of revolvers done by texas rangers in the american-mexcan war. Though there were other reolvers on the market at the time, but not in use by the army. Though the only ones the army did use to my knowledge was the Colt Paterson (Texas Rangers). If your aiming for some authenticity, or not. I don't really care. Depends on your background, but most people would still be using the musket style pistol. Though I'm not sure of the model or make during the war.

Edit
Quick Google.

"The last flintlock pistol adopted by the US military was the Waters Model 1836, produced through about 1844 with total production near 40,000 units. It was a flintlock pistol in .54 caliber, bearing only half-stock, with a steel swivel-based ramrod. Standard issue during the Mexican-American War, it continued to see service into the Civil War often undergoing conversion into a percussion cap version." http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=41101

Edit2:
Colt Walker (successor to paterson. .44 round), or Colt Paterson (earlier model the Texas Rangers primarily tested, pretty sure this gun is what got them wanting the Colt Walker. Though this is only from what I can piece togeather.).

Edit3
Okay I got it a tad mixed up. So the Colt Paterson was just prior to the war. Mainly used against Native Americans in that war. Then the Colt Walker came along during the War. Both were primarily used by the Texas Rangers in that order. So I'm going to revise my sheet a little.

Edit4
I'm not too good with gun callibers, but if I read it correctly neither gun is a .45 calliber.

Sorry I'm going to have enough time for this game. I'm going to sit this one out.