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Started April 11, 2022 by @knightinadream group

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The year is 1873, during a time most known as the Wild West in the United States. Bandits, cowboys, traveling magic shows, gangs, bounty hunters, you name it. Our story focuses in on one bounty hunter in particular.

A great man at his trade, but the bounty hunter has gone through a lot of tragedy. He's lost his identity and everything else all thanks to a man named Mikey Abbott, the leader of one of the most infamous gangs of their time; not to mention a man how has killed fourteen innocent people. There's a $12,000 bounty on him, and our wonderful protagonist has the handbill. The thing is, the man is hard to get to and all our guy knows is that his enemy is hiding somewhere on the east coast. Last he heard, the man was Massachusetts, so that's where our story begins.

The moment he arrives in southern Massachusetts, he gets attacked by some of Abott's friends and left in pretty bad shape. He thinks it's the end, yet wakes up in a comfy bed with a young lady watching over him. The young lady has some pretty hefty intel on Abbott and would rather be anywhere than the inn. She's also good at treating wounds and injuries too.

So the plan, disguise as a fake married couple with the young lady in order to reach Abbott and kill him once and for all. In return, he'll split the $12,000 with his new partner. Easy peasy, no?

Always wanted to do aome sort of enemies to lovers where they're fake married and have to work together. The Thousand Crimes of Ming Tsu and Django Unchained inspired this; I really recommend the book and movie, they inspired this rp plot. Obviously this takes place in the late 1800s in the United States so keep that in mind.

Rules

• Experienced rpers only
• At least three detailed paragraphs with good grammar/spelling
• Try to be active as much as possible
• Romance is allowed, but only mentions of smut are allowed as well
• There will be topics such as blood and violence in this
• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
• Also for this rp, my character will be the young lady because why not?
• As always, ask questions or give ideas whenever you want to. :)

(Great! Here's a template. I'll post my character as soon as I can.)
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Name: Philomena Carina Rosenberg
Nicknames: Mena
Age: 22
Gender: Cis female (She/her)
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Apperance: Mena is a curvy well-built person with faintly tanned skin. She stands at 5'7", but tends to appear taller given the way she holds herself. Her hair is raven black and reaches to halfway down her back. Usually she keeps it up in a messy bun then has silk red scarf tied like a twisted headband to keep strands from falling. Her eyes are steel blue, hooded shape. Mena has gentle bonefined features. There is a scar diagonally across on her left palm. She has a small birthmark on the right side of her nose.
Personality: People call her "odd" for what she is, but she does not care. Mena is a highly independent person who is more concern about her safety than anything else. She hides her true anxious, vulnerable self underneath a metaphorical mask. She is strong, but no one really perceives her to be. Mena tends to be quiet, but tends to be blunt when speaking. Her compassion and concerns for others are hidden on purpose. She's discreet, but is loyal to those who are worthy enough. Even a worm will turn.
Backstory: Philomena was born in Duesseldorf to a businessman and a noble lady; she has three older brothers. At only two days old, her mother died from an illness caused by childbirth. Her father remarried when she was two. Both her father and stepmother never really watched over her so she had to depend on her older brothers and her only stepsister. Mena did not mind, she enjoyed following them around and being able to take in every learning opportunity she could get.

The family moved to Massachusetts when she was eleven years old. Her father was working in Boston to help with a texture factory, but ran away with another woman to New York. Her oldest brother and his wife took over the household. Long story short, Mena ran away, because she could not stand home.

A woman named Ada took her in, and in return, Mena would help her around the inn. She didn't really mind it at first, but after dealing with rude and tormenting guests, she knows it's time to run away again to find a safer place to stay, a place to call home.
Other: Mena enjoys people watching. Not only is it a game or show for her, if she's right, it can be a useful learning experience for her. She also likes watching the stars too; just for fun.

Name: Guillermo Altamar
Nicknames: Most know him as "El Muerto", but his close friends and family call him Guille (Ghee-yeh)
Age: 25
Gender: Non-binary man (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Guille is not very tall, standing at around 5'5, maybe 5'6 on a good day. His skin is a medium brown tone, being of native american descent. His dark brown hair is cut ear-length, usually styled in greasy middle part curtains. His jawline is strong and covered with a bit of stubble, though he had a full mustache, but his face is generally a rounded shape, with a sharp nose, big ears and almond shaped amber brown eyes, perpetually lined with dark bags. He often wears a black bolero hat with all his outfits, which consist of button ups and leather pants, and of course, boots.
Personality: Guille is relatively silent and held back. He has to be, to be a good bounty hunter of course. Though this is true, his extreme intellect is often glossed over just because he can fight really well, which he doesn't enjoy. He likes cooking, cleaning and reading philosophy and history books in his free time. He is blunt and cold though, because he's never honestly had a real friend to confide in, he mostly just comes off as a mean guy who doesn't want to talk, which is only partially because he actively avoids people he doesn't absolutely NEED to talk to. In reality, he is caring, he just shows it more than he tells it.
Backstory: Guille was born the first and only child to his parents in New Mexico, Pablo Altamar, a Spanish man, and Little Bird, an Apache woman. He was only raised with his father, as his mother was pushed out of her land due to anti-native laws, so he didn't know much about his culture on her side. As soon as she left, his father fell into alcoholism, so Guille had to learn to fend for himself, especially because his first language was Spanish, and he was highly discriminated against from a young age due to his heritage and language.

By the time he was 13, he started working at a local bar. This is where he first tried out his fighting skills. Bar fights were a pretty common occurrence, but he knew how to deal with old drunk guys. Growing up in this environment hardened him up, and so he decided he wanted to start training with gun slinging too. He moved to Texas to train, finding a 50-something year old man named Humberto who was willing to teach him; he also spoke spanish. He was the only person to ever truly take care of Guille, so they saw each other as family. At this point, his father was on his deathbed, with liver cancer. Guille found out years later that his father had died. Not that he would have cared much.

He lived in Texas with Humberto until he was 20, becoming a prodigy, GENIUS even at gun slinging, along with desert survival in general. This was the year he decided to sign up as a bounty hunter. And his career turned out great! By the time he reached 21, he was able to pay for Humberto’s retirement and eventual funeral and he became renowned for never failing a bounty. And yet, there was one criminal who he couldn’t seem to catch up with. Mike Abbot. He had the largest bounty Guille had ever seen, and yet, whenever he seemed close enough to catch him, he lost him. He found himself on a wild goose chase all around the country. Until the accident.
Mike Abbot killed him. He had him cornered, he was so close to the bounty, but he killed him. Well, he “killed” him. He still doesn’t know HOW he survived, but he did, and he was out for revenge. It’s been three years since the last time he saw Mikey, and he finally has a lead, but now he finds himself in Massachusetts, with nowhere to go.

Other: Guille loves the smell of cigars even though he doesn’t smoke. He’s also a surprisingly good and resourceful cook.

What's nice about knowing how to treat injuries and wounds is you know exactly where to get people. It's easier to figure out what happened to the person and even how. Sure, it'd easier if she's a doctor, but people would call her more harsher things if was.

At least no one called Philomena crazy when she ended up watching a fight on the way back to the inn. No one really paid attention when she ran back and dragged the cleaning boy, Tommy, to help drag some injured cowboy back, but it's all crazy. She didn't really think much about as she was treating the cowboy. It wasn't until she finished when the realization had hit her.

For the better part, all was quiet. Mena asked Ada to have the room reserved until the man was alright; she even said to use her pay for the day for the room. The sky was dark minus for the moon and few stars up there shining down on everyone. Some of the moonlight came through the window and rested on the skirts of her horizon blue dress.

She pulled the covers over him the sat on the bedside. There was a water pitcher on the nightstand alongside the various of things she used to wrap up and bandage any cuts or wounds. Her eyes flickered over to him. Leaning in a bit, she used her fingers to gently move some of his hair away from his face. Crazy, it's all crazy to her.

Guillermo wasn't really looking for a fight that night. He just hated the northeast. It was much too crowded. He'd much prefer the blistering heat of Texas as long as he didn't have to deal with the glares of strangers as they brushed shoulders. And of course, crowded environments make competition people rowdier. Everyone's cornered. They feel unsafe. Crowds rile up violence. And of course, being one of the few well-standing coloured folk in Massachusetts, he was a primary target of it. Especially because most of them knew he was a bounty hunter.

He was just about to enter the inn, to check in for the night, when he was pulled back by his shoulders. The guy behind him was almost a foot taller than him, though he seemed a bit younger. Dressed in a nice coat, blonde hair slicked back. Another entitled rich white boy. "What?" was all he could say before he saw the fist flying towards his face. He just barely dodged it, hearing the wind blow past his face, knocking of his hat, when another punch came at him. This wasn't the same guys fist. He was being ganged up on.

He took the punch to the side of his head and fell to the ground. He looked up and counted one… two… three or four guys heading to him to beat him up. He grabbed his hat off the ground and tried to recover his footing, but before he could try he was kicked down again. " You better leave this city while you're still alive, you dirty lowlife!" one of them yelled " Yeah! We don't need no more criminals like you!" another added. He didn't bother responding. He wasn't going to change the situation he was in, so he focused on protecting his vitals rather than fighting back. Someone from inside the building came running out and he heard yelling as the kicking stopped, and then he blacked out.

Guille stirred when he felt a hand touching his face. He groaned a bit and opened his eyes. It was a very pretty woman, though her stark blue eyes were a bit unsettling as they stared down at him. "… Who might you be?" he asked, as he sat up and began looking around the room "And where exactly am I?"

Once she was satisfied with how his hair looked, she gazed over at the small desk across from the bed. The rest of the man's belongings sat on top of it. Next to them was his clothes folded up in a neat pile. Ada had reluctantly gave her some fresh clothes to dress him in, but she made Tommy do it since she had to clean the clothes the man wore. The innkeeper gave Mena a funny look. "Why are you helping a Texan hooligan that was gettin roughed up by the Connelly Brothers?" Ada asked her as she gave the clothes.

To be honest, Mena had no idea. There's a hollow space in her chest where her heart is. Usually her mind is the one to come up with instant emotions or empathic actions. She just hates the Connelly Brothers, they're all filthy and up to no good. She hates the way they look at her or anyone else. Maybe she just felt bad for the man. Maybe she was bored.

The groaning caused her attention to come back to reality. She almost put her hands on the man's shoulders to force him to stay lying down. He really shouldn't get up yet in her honest opinion.

Mena paused for a second as if she was serious on planning whether or not to tell the man her name. She felt her shoulders tense up a little as she finally made the decision to speak. "Philomena….but you can call me Mena." Her German accent was mild; thankfully it is not as thick as it used to be. And at least her voice wasn't as terrible as most of the people here; that's what she believes.

She glanced around the room. Her eyes scanned everything from the man's hat to the little specks of dust on the window. Turning back to him, she picked up the pitcher and poured some water onto a rag. "If you got attacked by the Connelly Brothers, you should know where you are," She sighed. The pitcher made a clank sound as she placed it down. Moving a bit forward, she lightly dabbed the rag on his forehead. "Southbridge. Well, Harker's Inn to be exact. Don't worry, stranger, no one's going to get you here. Relax."

" Oh. I'm finally at the inn. Not exactly how I wanted things to play out, but so be it." Guille closed his eyes rubbing his neck a bit, his voice still raspy from waking up, and being kicked in the chest. His english, though decent, definitely also had a bit of a southern twinge, as well as a residual spanish accent. " And thanks. For getting me. And doing all this." he added, though a bit awkwardly as she dabbed his forehead. "So, Connelly Brothers, you said? They got a problem with all outsiders or just those a little too…" he paused " much for their taste?" he looked up, an eyebrow raised and signaled to his brown skin. He'd experienced a lot of prejudice from folks in the north-east, though less than in the south, and usually it was just verbal. He rarely got into random fights, so this was a bit odd. All his fights were usually… planned. " It's odd behavior for a Yankee to be pullin' these stunts."

The cowboy's accent is strange to her. Of course that thought does not make sense since she still finds all other American accents to be odd, but oh well. "Your welcome," She said. "The innkeeper probably doesn't like me doing this, but it's fine. At least you're in a comfortable bed."

Mena looked off to the side as she thought about the cowboy's question. Glimpsing over at him, she observed his features. She likes the toning and shade of it; it goes well with his eyes and mustache. Never has there been a man of his background in Southbridge, or at least, that's what she thinks. She shrugged, "Probably. They are terrible people, they just start trouble with anyone they please. I wouldn't be surprised if they fight people because of skin color; I like to believe that they don't have brains."

She doesn't know much about why the Connelly Brothers fought this man, but she can only make one guess as to why they specifically targeted him. "Their boss isn't a Yankee." She dropped the rag, letting it sit on the corner of the night stand. "His name is Mike or something like that. I know he's not from here, but he has lots of connections. Maybe he has something against you."