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Since we now have four approved apps I'll get to work on the IC

Name: Cary O'Shannon
Sex: Female
Appearance: A woman of about 5'7 with long dark brown hair. She looks significantly older than she actually is (26). She prefers to keep a low profile, wearing plain colored dresses and never wearing any makeup.
Bio: A romantic at heart, Cary holds to the beliefs of many 20th century poets such as T.E Lawrence, loathing not only 1970s society, but the 1920s society that preceded it. Much of her knowledge of the old world and her skills comes from her grandfather, an immigrant from County Fermanagh, a professional dentist and a US Army veteran from the Great War, having lived with him and her parents in an Irish village outside the ruins of Boston. Her grandfather was a lover of poetry and philosophy and a devote Catholic, implanting his interests and values to her. Before moving to Wichita, she was formally trained in dental work, and was fairly caught up in contemporary science  but became disillusioned at the society around her, seeing it as only slightly better than the chaotic society before it. She was fooled by a fellow dentist into moving into the Great Plains, telling her of a small, but promising town that was a haven from warlords with modern infrastructure and a democratic government. However, once she realized she had been tricked, her friend had already took off with all her money and everything except her dental equipment. With nothing else to do, she opened up a dental practice of her own.
What is your character's expertly good at that would help the gang they are in?(try to keep it unique from other characters if you can): Her grandfather having been in the US Army, trained her in everything from how to shoot a rifle, how to properly cook meat and how to treat wounds. Her main talent though is dentistry. There being a strong shortage of dentists in the Plains, even some of the high ranking gangsters count on her to treat their gum disease or pull out a painful tooth.

Name: Cary O'Shannon
Sex: Female
Appearance: A woman of about 5'7 with long dark brown hair. She looks significantly older than she actually is (26). She prefers to keep a low profile, wearing plain colored dresses and never wearing any makeup.
Bio: A romantic at heart, Cary holds to the beliefs of many 20th century poets such as T.E Lawrence, loathing not only 1970s society, but the 1920s society that preceded it. Much of her knowledge of the old world and her skills comes from her grandfather, an immigrant from County Fermanagh, a professional dentist and a US Army veteran from the Great War, having lived with him and her parents in an Irish village outside the ruins of Boston. Her grandfather was a lover of poetry and philosophy and a devote Catholic, implanting his interests and values to her. Before moving to Wichita, she was formally trained in dental work, and was fairly caught up in contemporary science  but became disillusioned at the society around her, seeing it as only slightly better than the chaotic society before it. She was fooled by a fellow dentist into moving into the Great Plains, telling her of a small, but promising town that was a haven from warlords with modern infrastructure and a democratic government. However, once she realized she had been tricked, her friend had already took off with all her money and everything except her dental equipment. With nothing else to do, she opened up a dental practice of her own.
What is your character's expertly good at that would help the gang they are in?(try to keep it unique from other characters if you can): Her grandfather having been in the US Army, trained her in everything from how to shoot a rifle, how to properly cook meat and how to treat wounds. Her main talent though is dentistry. There being a strong shortage of dentists in the Plains, even some of the high ranking gangsters count on her to treat their gum disease or pull out a painful tooth.

"God Dammit, Rufus! I know I have bad breath, that doesn't mean you have to...Aww screw it, what the old man says goes, but you listen to me and you stay back at camp, Annie McOakley. That clear? Alright, and remember: if I see any of our stakeout camps for yokel yankin get stolen from I'm holdin you responsible. What's that? He wants you to give me a checkup? Is it free? Fuck it, just don't go sticking any crazy doodads in there, that's where I drink from."
Accepted, btw

OOC: hoo boy I usually play characters who talk way too much, trying to break out of my mold with a character who talks hardly at all might have been a terrible mistake

OOC: hoo boy I usually play characters who talk way too much, trying to break out of my mold with a character who talks hardly at all might have been a terrible mistake

Ha, it's not too late to change anything. We just started.

well I mean it's not like I don't want to give it a fair shake
I just don't know if i'll be able to sustain a functionally mute character for very long, but I really should give it a try
like how every so often I need to break out of the mold of 'smartass human rogue/wizard multiclass from a disgraced noble family' and I try something weird and suboptimal like 'half-orc bard' or something stupid like that

well I mean it's not like I don't want to give it a fair shake
I just don't know if i'll be able to sustain a functionally mute character for very long, but I really should give it a try
like how every so often I need to break out of the mold of 'smartass human rogue/wizard multiclass from a disgraced noble family' and I try something weird and suboptimal like 'half-orc bard' or something stupid like that

Maybe Chief can be like a combo of Sten from DA:O and Chief Broom from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
He talks very plainly and doesn't much care for extended conversation, but can have deep, intricate monologues to himself all the time.

I played a mute in DnD once, who ended up being both the most intelligent and most impressive in combat, but usually I am a master rogue, hence my current character's set of skills. Also if you can't tell Dima is very much so a fan of more medieval garb such as the gambeson and machete. He also likes the Cossack pants he wears.

I played a mute in DnD once, who ended up being both the most intelligent and most impressive in combat, but usually I am a master rogue, hence my current character's set of skills. Also if you can't tell Dima is very much so a fan of more medieval garb such as the gambeson and machete. He also likes the Cossack pants he wears.

Jim is pretty xenophobic, so you might want to tone it down a bit lest he puts you on his shit list, or at least try to sell it to him as a fear tactic, but either way he's probably afraid of getting turned into a laughingstock by other gang leaders. This is his proving, after all.

Snag a tag for the outlaws of who-knows where

Name: Seamus "Smiley" Burke
Sex: Male
Appearance:
He's got red hair, green eyes, and is never without a smile on his lips.  Whether a toothy grin after a good guffaw, or a sharklike smirk before he pulls the trigger.
Bio: "Me granda' was a commander in th' Great War, but the fookin' Brits didn't want ta give 'im no comission or honorable discharge cuz he was a paddy, see?  So he moves on o'er ta' the States, settles down, an' joined th' National Guard.  When th' Flu happened, he was one o' the folk who reorganized into a military state, since 'e was already good at commandin'.  Course, Kike Cann* was callin' the shots at th' time so the whole o' Minnesota was divided up between Cann's boys an' the Guard.  Oi grew up like a lot o' these hicks out 'ere, shootin' the tops o' corn-ears by th' time Oi could walk.  Difference bein' is tha' Grandad made sure we got military grade shite, not some o' the homemade peashooters Oi've seen in these yokel's 'ands.  Any'ow, things between granda' an' the big cheese got heated, an' grandad got a cap in 'is head fer talkin' shite about 'im.  Me da' got th' message, an' worked wit 'im ta make "Th' Upper Midwest a Safe and Sustainable Society"...Psh!"

"Now Oi worked fer Cann at the wee age of fourteen, helpin' wit the distillers an' occasionally gunnin' someone down.  Didn't like it much but it's wha' everybody did.  Me skills an' trainin' eventually found me as one o' his hitmen, so ye'd think "if he's the 'itman fer Kike, erm Kidd Cann? Why the fook is he 'ere? If 'es here, 'es a real fuckup."  Well ye'd be 'alf right."

"Turns out nobody likes one person in charge fer too long, especially a shekel snatchin' shylock like Cann.  People started gettin' uppity, so then I decided ta' help th' underdogs out.  Ye might've 'eard about as th' Cann Coup.  Afer'words, the new bosses started bickerin' o'er who gets wha', and rather than stay an' wait fer someone ta' paint a target on me back, I beat feet down tha Mississippi."

"It was quiet, a slow life, hoppin' from boat ta' boat, takin' pot-shots an escortin' cargo, till I meet ya uncle.  Th' boatman at th' time was shippin' some gin to some o' Rufus's rivals an down ta' Texas without his say-so.  Skimpin' tolls or some bushwa, don't really remember much.  He an' his boys decided ta' pay me employers at th' time a visit.  So 'ere's Mister Rufus ridin' up wit 'is boys an' me employer asked me ta shoot 'im.  "Peck 'em off" 'e says.  But Oi had a gut feelin' that Oi would've been in a heap o' trouble if Oi did.  Oi felt Oi recognized 'im from someplace... so when Rufus comes aboard an' Oi got a look at 'is face, Oi recognized 'im from the papers an from the pictures Cann an me employer used ta have o' the local gang bosses, th' big ones.  So when I got 'im alone, Oi decided ta shake 'ands wit 'im and give him a "hello", lo an' behold, Mister Rufus received a handful o' bullets, six o' em ta be exact.  Oi was all cryptic in th' meanin', cuz Oi didn't figure me employer was gonna shoot 'im an' get the whole o' the Plains in a ruckus.  But...that's wha' 'e meaned ta' do.  So then he tells me, when we surrounded him, "peck 'em off!" Oi does what anyone would've done.  Oi pulled out a small ketchup bottle an' sprayed 'im with it."

"Oi started laughin', then he realized th' joke an started laughin' too, and we were just standin' there laughin fer a good twenty seconds while everyone else was slack jawed like they saw Jesus 'imself take a shit on the deck.  So my employer pulled out 'is own gun an' tried ta finish th' job, an' he was dead before he even put 'is hand on 'is gun.  Oi pulled out me other six shooter an' wasted th' rest o' the group, wi' help from Mister Rufus an' 'is boys.  While we rode back, we continued ta talk an' told 'im me story.  After a few jobs ta show that Oi was still loyal, Oi wound up 'ere."

*"Kike Cann" being Isadore Blumenfeld, AKA Kidd Cann, whose influence in the Upper Midwest Mafias was comparable to Al Capone

What is your character's expertly good at that would help the gang they are in?(try to keep it unique from other characters if you can): "While Dima's quiet as a lynx who pounces on 'is prey, Oi prefer ta' pick me targets off from a distance. Oi've got a M1903 Springfield... wit' a telescopic scope and suppressor. If ye pay me well enough, Oi can shoot the eyebrows off a mosquito.  Other than tha', wha's there ta' say? Oi'm good wi' me tongue (or at least, tha's what the dames say), shakin' down deals between folk, an if ya need an ole case o' giggle water, I make some pretty strong gin tha'll put hair on e'en Chief's chest 'ere!  If ya need someone ta' see if yer plan's foolproof (not sayin' yer a flat tire or anythin'), or ta talk wi' someone, Oi'm yer man.  So tell me Bossman, we shootin' or talkin' at someone?"

TRANSLATED:
He keeps a cool head in combat and negotiation, and his charming hands and silver tongue can change former rivals into "we're at least willing to drink with you" friends, and his notorious Irish Luck has seen his way through many successful poker hands, women's legs, and otherwise impossible moments.  He's got looks and the ability to look in all the right places, which makes him great for striking a deal, or arranging an "accident".  He's got enough experience to warrant him running as second in command, but he opts to prove himself as well as everyone else in the gang.

When not negotiating deals, or acting as a sniper, he's most often found shooting the breeze with whoever he can chat with, cooking, or attempting to make moonshine.

Name: Seamus "Smiley" Burke
Sex: Male
Appearance:
He's got red hair, green eyes, and is never without a smile on his lips.  Whether a toothy grin after a good guffaw, or a sharklike smirk before he pulls the trigger.
Bio: "Me granda' was a commander in th' Great War, but the fookin' Brits didn't want ta give 'im no comission or honorable discharge cuz he was a paddy, see?  So he moves on o'er ta' the States, settles down, an' joined th' National Guard.  When th' Flu happened, he was one o' the folk who reorganized into a military state, since 'e was already good at commandin'.  Course, Kike Cann* was callin' the shots at th' time so the whole o' Minnesota was divided up between Cann's boys an' the Guard.  Oi grew up like a lot o' these hicks out 'ere, shootin' the tops o' corn-ears by th' time Oi could walk.  Difference bein' is tha' Grandad made sure we got military grade shite, not some o' the homemade peashooters Oi've seen in these yokel's 'ands.  Any'ow, things between granda' an' the big cheese got heated, an' grandad got a cap in 'is head fer talkin' shite about 'im.  Me da' got th' message, an' worked wit 'im ta make "Th' Upper Midwest a Safe and Sustainable Society"...Psh!"

"Now Oi worked fer Cann at the wee age of fourteen, helpin' wit the distillers an' occasionally gunnin' someone down.  Didn't like it much but it's wha' everybody did.  Me skills an' trainin' eventually found me as one o' his hitmen, so ye'd think "if he's the 'itman fer Kike, erm Kidd Cann? Why the fook is he 'ere? If 'es here, 'es a real fuckup."  Well ye'd be 'alf right."

"Turns out nobody likes one person in charge fer too long, especially a shekel snatchin' shylock like Cann.  People started gettin' uppity, so then I decided ta' help th' underdogs out.  Ye might've 'eard about as th' Cann Coup.  Afer'words, the new bosses started bickerin' o'er who gets wha', and rather than stay an' wait fer someone ta' paint a target on me back, I beat feet down tha Mississippi."

"It was quiet, a slow life, hoppin' from boat ta' boat, takin' pot-shots an escortin' cargo, till I meet ya uncle.  Th' boatman at th' time was shippin' some gin to some o' Rufus's rivals an down ta' Texas without his say-so.  Skimpin' tolls or some bushwa, don't really remember much.  He an' his boys decided ta' pay me employers at th' time a visit.  So 'ere's Mister Rufus ridin' up wit 'is boys an' me employer asked me ta shoot 'im.  "Peck 'em off" 'e says.  But Oi had a gut feelin' that Oi would've been in a heap o' trouble if Oi did.  Oi felt Oi recognized 'im from someplace... so when Rufus comes aboard an' Oi got a look at 'is face, Oi recognized 'im from the papers an from the pictures Cann an me employer used ta have o' the local gang bosses, th' big ones.  So when I got 'im alone, Oi decided ta shake 'ands wit 'im and give him a "hello", lo an' behold, Mister Rufus received a handful o' bullets, six o' em ta be exact.  Oi was all cryptic in th' meanin', cuz Oi didn't figure me employer was gonna shoot 'im an' get the whole o' the Plains in a ruckus.  But...that's wha' 'e meaned ta' do.  So then he tells me, when we surrounded him, "peck 'em off!" Oi does what anyone would've done.  Oi pulled out a small ketchup bottle an' sprayed 'im with it."

"Oi started laughin', then he realized th' joke an started laughin' too, and we were just standin' there laughin fer a good twenty seconds while everyone else was slack jawed like they saw Jesus 'imself take a shit on the deck.  So my employer pulled out 'is own gun an' tried ta finish th' job, an' he was dead before he even put 'is hand on 'is gun.  Oi pulled out me other six shooter an' wasted th' rest o' the group, wi' help from Mister Rufus an' 'is boys.  While we rode back, we continued ta talk an' told 'im me story.  After a few jobs ta show that Oi was still loyal, Oi wound up 'ere."

*"Kike Cann" being Isadore Blumenfeld, AKA Kidd Cann, whose influence in the Upper Midwest Mafias was comparable to Al Capone

What is your character's expertly good at that would help the gang they are in?(try to keep it unique from other characters if you can): "While Dima's quiet as a lynx who pounces on 'is prey, Oi prefer ta' pick me targets off from a distance. Oi've got a M1903 Springfield... wit' a telescopic scope and suppressor. If ye pay me well enough, Oi can shoot the eyebrows off a mosquito.  Other than tha', wha's there ta' say? Oi'm good wi' me tongue (or at least, tha's what the dames say), shakin' down deals between folk, an if ya need an ole case o' giggle water, I make some pretty strong gin tha'll put hair on e'en Chief's chest 'ere!  If ya need someone ta' see if yer plan's foolproof (not sayin' yer a flat tire or anythin'), or ta talk wi' someone, Oi'm yer man.  So tell me Bossman, we shootin' or talkin' at someone?"

TRANSLATED:
He keeps a cool head in combat and negotiation, and his charming hands and silver tongue can change former rivals into "we're at least willing to drink with you" friends, and his notorious Irish Luck has seen his way through many successful poker hands, women's legs, and otherwise impossible moments.  He's got looks and the ability to look in all the right places, which makes him great for striking a deal, or arranging an "accident".  He's got enough experience to warrant him running as second in command, but he opts to prove himself as well as everyone else in the gang.

When not negotiating deals, or acting as a sniper, he's most often found shooting the breeze with whoever he can chat with, cooking, or attempting to make moonshine.

"Ah yeah Kike Cann, I remember him. Way I heard it he was in pretty deep with some of those Frenchie trade companies outta Quebec and had to up and run when the Feds started knocking as part of their big sweep up the northwest to flank the Canadian defense. Damn fool was lucky to make it outta that war in one piece when the feds figured canada was more important. 'Course, that all went tits up anyway, clearly. I admit I ain't too keen on another mick in my crew, but at least you ain't some little lady dentist like the last one and there's finally someone around here who understands the good life of tits and tequila. Now you're a pretty sudden arrival, so just grab your things and head to the stables. We got a yokel yank to do."

Approved.

'He got a pack from a carton of cigarettes in the supply cart the dentist would be driving"

Is my character supposed to accompany the gang or....?

'He got a pack from a carton of cigarettes in the supply cart the dentist would be driving"

Is my character supposed to accompany the gang or....?

Yeah, when they head in the town they won't be carrying all their shit with them (they're going to be away for a few months due to the southern push Rufus wants them to be a part of, so they're bringing a lot of stuff, and for pretty much all of history you don't take your marching gear to battle anyway) so you need to guard their shit while they take care of business. Don't worry, I'll try to make things interesting for you until this first act of the RP is done and you can start your parallel story after leaving the gang.

'He got a pack from a carton of cigarettes in the supply cart the dentist would be driving"

Is my character supposed to accompany the gang or....?

Yeah, when they head in the town they won't be carrying all their shit with them (they're going to be away for a few months due to the southern push Rufus wants them to be a part of, so they're bringing a lot of stuff, and for pretty much all of history you don't take your marching gear to battle anyway) so you need to guard their shit while they take care of business. Don't worry, I'll try to make things interesting for you until this first act of the RP is done and you can start your parallel story after leaving the gang.

Sounds good to me. I'm excited to see how this RP turns out.