This roleplay thread is for Murdering_Crow and Athena only
Plot: Nathan Rhine and Mary Walker meet in the year 1889. Nathan is 19, drinking in a saloon. Mary is 18 when she stumbles across him.
Name; Nathan Rhine (Nate or people call him by his last name as well)
Sexuality; Heterosexual (Straight)
Appearance; Nathan stands around six foot five, holding a rather stout frame. He has a full look to him, meaning that he is the right weight and everything for his height and age. He has defined features on his face, such as his jawline which is defined. Nathan has a blue gaze with some green around his pupils, and the blue is like an ocean blue. Nathan's hair is short and is parted to the left and fades as it goes down. He has a clean cut face as he prefers, and has tan skin. His limbs are rather long-looking, which might explain his height and he might look a bit intimating to some. Anyways, Nathan is only tall because of his long torso, not his legs. He is kinda scrawny-looking after all, but still does hold a 'full' look to him. Nathan wears a black cowboy hat, a white cotton button-up shirt, denim pants, and cowboy boots. He has a holster for his pistol which is on the right side and a knife holster on the left side.
Personality; Nathan is very loyal to everyone in the gang, and respects everyone. He is well known for being sarcastic and rude at times, but in the end, he likes to believe he is a generally decent person considering he has killed men to protect his friends and family. Nathan's sarcastic and rude (sometimes funny as he likes to think) personality can make his sound a bit cocky and disrespectful, but as time goes on, he just might grow on you. Nathan is also protective of the gang, even though he isn't the leader. He likes to think that everyone can do whatever they put their mind to and he is the same way with himself. Nathan tries to be optimistic, but with lawmen on your ass from four other states alongside with the Pinkertons, Nathan is more of a pessimist now than he was before. Anyways, Nathan enjoys working and loves helping out others. He is trustworthy if you get to know him, and although he may be tall and intimidating looking, if you get to know him, Nathan is actually a sweetheart.
-He is very good with any sort of gun that he knows how to handle and his knife skills also comes in handy.
-He's a very fast thinker and likes to think he comes up with better ideas quickly and on the spot.
-Nathan is easy to talk to, maybe an ass sometimes, but easy to talk to which makes him sorta sociable.
-Nathan has strength in general and is a 'handyman'.
-Since he is so large, being agile isn't one of his greatest traits.
-Coming off as an ass sometimes can get you beaten. And Nathan for sure has experience with that.
-Since he looks intimidating to some, Nathan isn't the easiest to approach. It just might explain his hard-ass personality.
-Sarcasm isn't everyone's thing, and his sarcasm can also get him beaten which he also has experience with... a lot of experience.
-His past is something he doesn't like to share, but it does keep him going.
*Backstory; Nathan was born on a farm and lived with his parents. His father was barely around and was a drunk, and his mother was physically and verbally abused by his father. His two younger brothers had been taken by his mother to be more safe. At the age of fifteen, Nathan was on the run from his past and his father who became an outlaw himself. Nathan would say that he would never be like him, but after the gang took him in, his words were lies. At the age of 17, Nathan had left again only to find himself a wife and settle down with a family. He found a girl named Olivia, who accepted him for who he was. They were married by the time Nathan had turned 19, and soon, his former gang had hunted him down and killed his pregnant wife. Nathan was then on the run again, and by the time he had turned 21, he had joined the gang he is in now. He became respected rather quickly, but he didn't think he would become second-in-command.
*Mount (horse, they do not have to have one); An American Quarter Horse. Bay. Titled Henry after Nate's father, which he does regret doing but doesn't mind.
Edited at July 16, 2019 09:09 PM by Athena
Mary has dusky brown hair and dark, thick eyebrows. Her face is often smudged with dirt around her hairline and nose, which is straight and narrow. Her eyes are a dark hazel, especially brown around the edges. She is underweight due to harsh living conditions; she wears loose denim trousers, a tan button-up shirt, and dark brown boots that end just below her knees beneath her trousers. Mary is short and wiry, standing at about 5'3". She carries her 1873 Colt Revolver in a holster.
Mary is very calm and logical, constantly trying to figure out the best solution to a problem. Due to her calculating nature, she tends to shy away from strong emotions, often resulting in a butchering of any relationships she attempts to form with others. However, her demeanor is not cold or detached; Mary has many feelings and concerns that she simply doesn't know how to express.
Mary is intelligent despite her rough history. She is skilled with her revolver, having been given the gun when she was younger.
As she cannot relate to/express emotions well, Mary is not very empathetic.
(italics are flashbacks, bold are thoughts)
The sun was shining like any other day. The horses grazed peacefully among each other, the cows grazing as well. Life was good for the soon to be small family, and Nathan was nothing more but excited to see his first born come into this world from his beautiful wife, Olivia.
The two had met in the nearest town after Nathan had left his former gang. He had only left to be with her, and was happy he had. To live a normal life outside of the gang was all he had ever wanted in the world, and despite his past that many despised him for, Olivia seemed to be one of the only people who had accepted him for who he was.
"Do you need anything from town?" Nathan asked Olivia as he rose from the wooden seat, eyeing his wife who had began hand washing the dishes. She turned towards him and approached her husband.
Olivia looked up at his blue eyes. "No, but please be safe." She replied, Nathan giving her a quick peck on the lips. He smiled softly before he had grabbed his gun off of the table and holstered it on the right side and grabbed his long coat before making his way out of the door.
Nathan approached his hitched horse, Henry. He was a decent horse and was only around five years old, and Nathan had him since he was young. He was captured when he first was in the gang, and named him after his father. Nathan sighed softly as he had then turned, only to see the distant frames of men on their mounts approaching him.
Still on Henry, he sat in the middle of the path that led to his house.
"Nathan Rhine." He heard the familiar voice of his old gang leader, Wesley.
"Look here boys! Looks like he grew up a little," another voice from behind Wesley had exclaimed, but Nathan didn't care about them. Not a single bit.
"What do you want?" Nathan asked, his blue gaze narrowing on Wesley.
Wesley chuckled only to see Nathan quickly turn around and see two other men holding Olivia. He turned back towards Wesley and shook his head.
"Don't you dare, you son of a bitch!" He exclaimed before quickly drawing his weapon and shooting towards Wesley, who he shot right between the eyes. The now limp man had fell off to the side of his horse, his body dangling before the spooked horse had darted off, leaving behind the body.
Nathan had turned to see the other two men laughing. He was now being circled, and he watched the two men hold Olivia who had tear stains on her cheeks. Adrenaline rushed in his veins, and for now, Nathan had simply sat on Henry who began to neigh.
Only to shoot the two men, he was too late. The men had shot Olivia in the back of the head. He quickly dismounted Henry and ran towards his dead wife, shooting the remaining men.
Nathan sat silently in a bar, only to find himself downing another shot of the strongest whiskey. There was distinctive chatter from everyone else around him, who seemed to be minding their own business.
His gaze wandered and then he began to stare at the empty glass he had just drank from. His mind wasn't straight anymore, but sorrow and sadness filled his face and emotion overall.
It had been a few months since the attack, and Nathan still had yet to get over it. He was just living a decent life, living like how he wished and how his mother told him to live before she had disappeared with his two other siblings. Nathan sighed softly as he had raised the glass over his head and then set it back down to get the bartender's attention.
"Another whiskey," Nathan said, his voice shaky. At this point, he was too drunk to even realize he was going to have another drink.
(not all posts will be this long, but i wanted a juicy start xD)
(roleplay thread rule: italics for flashbacks, bold for thoughts :) )
Rain poured over the plains as Mary rode her young gelding, Bucky, on an old dirt road. They traveled at a steady walking pace due to the rain; her skittish mount wouldn't be able to handle mud under his hooves.
Mary's mind wandered to why she was on the road in the first place. Her household was out of bread, and she needed to ride into a nearby town to buy. She figured that she could stop in the old saloon to socialize for a bit as well; living on a farm with just your parents and grandparents leads to poor socialization for an 18 year old.
Soon enough, the pair wondered into the town of Tombstone, Arizona. Mary squinted through the rain in an attempt to find the general store, but it was too heavy. She hurriedly glanced around her nearest surroundings, finding a saddle store and a saloon on either side of her. She opted to enter the saloon.
Tying Bucky underneath one of the thin shelters outside of the brick building, Mary gave him a pat on the neck. He huffed at her in response.
Mary walked into the saloon, her wet attire dripping slightly. Glancing around, she noticed that the place was quite full; surprising, given the current weather outside. Her dark eyes settled on a male stranger near the corner of the bar, and she noticed an empty seat beside him.
Making her way across the dirt floor, the young woman dodged the older patrons as they talked avidly, drinks in hand. Eventually, her body settled in the cushioned stool beside the tall man. He looked a year or so older than Mary, defined and large, his light eyes almost sightless in gaze.
He must be having a rough time, she thought to herself.
"Hello, sir?" Mary inquired lightly, angling her body straight towards the edge of the counter, yet intending to talk to the man on her right. "You look a little rough, sir," she continued. She paid no attention to her wet hair dripping to her right, and subsequently, onto the stranger's jeans.
Nathan has only sat in silence. There was so many thoughts and memories in his head, spinning around in order to find a place to rest. They didn't rest, and for a matter of fact, they simply floated around aimlessly. It drove him nuts that he couldn't seem to escape his mind, but he tried his best to think of other things. Not that there was anything better to think of, but Nathan didn't mind to think of something different at this point.
"Olivia!" Nathan exclaimed, holding his dead wife in his hands. He picked her up and looked at her stomach, remembering that he could've had a child. A child on a farm living a normal life with parents. It was the life he didn't get, but would want for any of his offspring.
Tears had clouded his gaze as he had felt the salty tears run down his cheeks, leaving stains behind. He sobbed silently.
Hours had passed at this point and he had nailed the board to the other one, creating a cross shape. He took twine and wrapped it around the intersecting spot on the wooden cross, then tying the end. He pulled out his knife and began to carve her name.
The cross read;
Amazing daughter, sister, and wife.
Shaking his head, Nathan looked down and gazed only to see a stranger sit down next to him at the booth in the saloon. She was maybe a bit younger than him by the looks of it, but didn't assume too much. Nathan then looked down to feel small water droplets fall upon his denim jeans. He didn't mind and didn't point it out.
After a moment, he finally spoke. "I guess I am," a small smirk had crept upon his full lips, but it looked a bit sad. Nathan removed his hat from his head to reveal his brown hair that was parted to the left, and faded into nothing as it went down. It matched with his clean cut face, which was his normal style and kept it that way.
Mary's dark eyebrows raised in surprise. She hadn't thought that the stranger would talk to her, given his empty gaze staring straight ahead. Glancing over at the man, she took in his appearance. Clean hair, shaved face, and a sad look that made her all too uncomfortable. However, he was not bad-looking.
Feeling herself tense slightly at the direction that the conversation was going, Mary awkwardly cleared her throat. Choking on her own saliva, she dissolved into a coughing fit, attempting to keep quiet and ultimately only making it worse. Tears sprung to her eyes from the sensation in her throat as she covered her mouth and turned away from the man, flinging water at him in the process.
The wet young woman recovered slowly, clearing her throat once more. Turning back to the stranger, she wiped her eyes roughly, smearing dirt around her face.
"Uh, what's your name? Why are you, um, like this?" Mary asked with no small amount of awkwardness. She cleared her throat again, turning to face the man fully.
(Sorry for the short response!) Edited at July 16, 2019 10:30 PM by Athena
Nathan had felt her gaze fall upon him, only to make him look over at the stranger himself and take in her features as he had assumed that she did. The woman had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and wore more of men's clothing. It was uncommon in these parts to see such a young woman wearing men's attire, but Nathan didn't judge. But he did notice the sudden hacking fit of her coughing, soon him feeling for water being flung on him. He huffed and felt the cold drops fall upon him, but he made nothing of it and stayed silent for the remainder of time before she spoke once more.
"Nathan Rhine." He began as he looked down at his hands which rested on the counter. He cleared his throat softly before he turned completely towards the stranger. Nathan didn't have any explanation for what he was about to say, but he felt as if it was necessary to do. There was many things on his mind, and besides, he didn't care at this point.
"Have you ever loved someone, miss...?" His voice trailed off after he had realized that she had yet to introduce himself, but he made it subtle as if it was on purpose that he just ended the sentence with the word 'miss'. Nathan then sighed as he continued. "If you haven't, then I guess you might no understand where I'm comin' from. But I was married. I guess I still kinda am," he said as he smiled softly, only to look at the ring on his left ring finger. The smile soon faded as he carried on his talk. "Anyways, she was murdered by a former gang I was in." He added, shooting a quick glance towards the stranger.
Mary felt her eyebrows furrow at the sad tale. No one deserved someone they loved to be taken away. She felt a tinge of sympathy for Nathan before growing even more uncomfortable with the situation at hand. She now had to find some way to alleviate this near-stranger's pain; her moral compass was too damn strong for her own good.
"No. I haven't loved someone like that. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose it," the young woman said, almost apathetically. Looking away from Nathan, she realized she hadn't divulged her name. "My name's Mary Walker," Mary said, somehow trying to change the subject. She didn't want to linger over such pain, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. Somehow, she felt that if she knew more, they might be able to come up with some sort of plan that her newfound acquaintance could follow.
"Why were you in a gang?" Mary asked, insensitively. She had had her fair share of crime, but she would never allow herself to be in a gang after what had happened to her brother.
"We're looking for Abe Walker," a man's voice rang out across the family's small yard. Mary looked up from the basin in which she was washing some of the household's clothes. She shared a glance with her older sister next to her, who was doing the same thing. Abigail had her finger raised to her mouth in a "be quiet" gesture.
Mary glanced to the door of the family's house as her grandfather stepped out. His brown eyes were narrowed, his face half shaven. This stranger in the yard had interrupted his morning routine.
"Who are you?" Her grandfather asked, his gun in his right hand, which was held behind his back. Mary met his gaze when he looked at her. She hadn't seen him this worried; he was looking around the yard in hopes of seeing all of his grandchildren. Abe was not outside.
"You don't need to know. Where is Abraham Walker?" The man asked once again. Mary felt her heartbeat begin to pick up in anticipation. The air around them seemed charged and tense. Selfishly, she hoped that her younger brother would appear. He was only 16 at the time; Mary herself was 17. Abigail was 19.
Suddenly, Mary saw her brother out of the corner of her eye. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she knew it wouldn't be good. The man on the black horse looked like a lawman, an experienced sheriff, and the whole family knew where Abe disappeared to in the small hours of the night. He was in a gang, one that had recently pulled off a bank robbery in a small town a few miles south.
"I'm here," Abe said, his voice cracking slightly. The lawman looked at him, assessed his age and appearance. He was still wearing bedclothes.
Mary's grandfather's eyes closed. A defeated sigh escaped his unshaven mouth. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that his only grandson had walked to the lawman, where they were having a muted conversation. Soon enough, the sheriff looked around at the rest of the family with no emotion in his eyes.
"Abraham Walker assisted in robbing a bank. He will now be placed under arrest in Tombstone, where he will live until he is 30 years of age."
Suddenly, Mary's mother emerged from the house. She was a stern-looking woman, with her long hair always wrapped in a bun at the base of her neck. Her dark eyebrows furrowed in disappointment as she looked at her son.
"Take him. He will not be welcomed here if he returns," Mary's mother said coldly. The matron turned to her two daughters, who had tears in their eyes as they watched their younger sibling walk away with the sheriff. The three of them had done everything together in their childhood, from tending the three cows the family had to watching their father break horses in the corral. Their childhood was long over now.
Mary's mind began running away to thoughts of her brother, imprisoned in the same town that she was in. She forgot about the man sitting next to her. Edited at July 17, 2019 10:22 AM by Athena
Nathan had felt his lips pull into a warm and welcoming smile, but it soon faded. He had never heard of this Mary Walker, but there was a chance of them encountering each other before for some small thing that Nathan obviously didn't remember. Besides, it probably never happened.
"Well, Mary Walker, I was a wanderer. I guess a lot of people like me are. Anyways, my dad was a mad drunk and my mother took my other siblings to protect them. I never saw them after that. For a while, I lived by myself. I was then taken in by Wesley Strong, the gang leader. His last name was a little ironic," he paused and took a short breath and then smiled at his small joke. He then shook his head, realizing that Nathan could sound a little stupid. "Anyways, I was only fifteen when I joined. For two years I ran with that gang. I robbed banks, stole from the poor, didn't care about anyone apart from those members. They were like family for a while until I left and settled down with my wife." He added, feeling a bit uncomfortable telling Mary all of these things.
Nathan had studied Mary while he had been talking. He took in the dirt smudged on her, and he himself wasn't very clean anyways, so he didn't judge or comment on it. She looked more small the more he had looked at her, and Nathan was a large man standing at six foot five inches. It could've just been his height anyways.
The more he looked at her, the more he had realized that she seemed to have been drowned inside of her own thoughts. He sighed softly and cleared his throat softly to catch her attention, but didn't blame her. A complete stranger rambling to you about their past might as well be boring.
It had been only two days since she was killed. Nathan was nothing more but drowned in sorrow and pity for himself. He would decide that he would go and hunt the rest of his gang. He rose from the seat at the table and grabbed his revolver, making his way out of the door, and finding himself mounting Henry.
He rode to the camp. They hadn't moved for two years, and he was surprised that they hadn't. The nearby town (let's just say at this time he wasn't in or anywhere near Tombstone) had been corrupted by these men. The gang was made of misfits and true criminals, which Nathan made an oath with himself that he wouldn't fall down the same rut his father had. His words were all lies.
"Nathan Rhine." A man said and approached him on his own horse. Just before he had entered the camp, Nathan turned on Henry and faced the man.
"Kyle Queen." Nathan said, his gaze narrowing. He watched the familiar man closely in search of actions he would pull, but nothing happened.
"Wesley is dead now... because you killed him." Kyle began, staring at Nathan who stared back at him. He felt the presence of other members of the gang, all of which he used to run with.
"The son of a bitch deserved it," Nathan stated, not moving.
"Now you can leave, so get your sorry ass out of here before I do." Kyle demanded.
Nathan was surprised he would't get shot at, and quickly spurred Henry and made him bolt out of the campsite, not even hesitating a single bit.
His mind was wandering at this point, but Nathan still waited for a response.
Mary felt her daze end at the clearing of a throat next to her, and realized that the only information that had filtered through comprehension was that the man sitting next to her, Nathan, had embarked on the same journey that had taken Abe. Her mouth set itself into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed. Nathan Rhine. The name seemed almost familiar, and she felt herself leaning in as she inspected the man. There was nothing familiar about his appearance, no familiar smell registered with her, and she would have been sure to remember a man of such a height.
He has to be at least a foot taller than me, Mary thought with mirth.
"Who did you say lead that gang?" She asked, tilting her head to one side. She looked at him harder and deducted that his appearance was totally unfamiliar. Mary had never met this man in person.. but the name was familiar. Perhaps her brother had mentioned him at one point or another.
"Did you ever meet a young man named Abraham? He might have been young if you did. Dull hair, eyes like mine?" Mary asked, hoping to God above that this man knew her brother. Past aside, Abe was a good boy.
Something registered in Mary's mind. The letter her family had received from the sheriff's office.
"Here's the mail, ma'am," Mary said as she gave her mother one scarce letter. Her mother had been teaching Mary how to read ever since she was 14, but the complex letters and soundings never made sense to her. She couldn't read on her own yet, but simple words and phrases could fleetingly register with her before she became confused again.
Mary's mother placed a strong hand over her own mouth as she read the letter. "It says that your brother has grown sick in his jail cell," she murmured softly, folding the letter into her lap with an uncharacteristic softness. Mary grew confused. How could he be sick in such confinement?
Abigail took notice of the letter and swiftly grabbed it from her mother. Abigail had been reading for a year, and was quite adept at it, as much as their grandparents disapproved.
"It doesn't say that he's sick. It says that he was moved back East. They.." Abigail trailed off, looking to Mary. "Nothing. It doesn't say anything else," she finished, returning the letter to her mother's lap and exiting quickly.
Mary grew confused. Moved back East? Sick? She decided to ignore the letter, to forget it had arrived. Her brother was in Tombstone. Nothing more, nothing less.
Returning to the present, Mary focused on the man next to her. She needed to know if he had ever met her brother.
Seeing that she had snapped back to the reality of the world, Nathan noticed her inspecting him. He had done the same to her, so it didn't seem like something to rude about. Nathan then thought for a moment at her question, his gaze going forwards. He tapped his foot for a moment before he nodded and looked at Mary. But before giving the answer to the second question, he replied to the first.
"Wesley Strong." Nathan finally replied after the awkward moment of silence, which had returned before replying to the next question.
"As a matter of fact, yeah. He was young... he related to you?" Nathan replied and then questioned, shifting slightly in the seat.
"Wesley, with all respect sir, going to rob another train is gonna get us killed!" The young boy exclaimed. At this time, Nathan was just sixteen, about to turn seventeen. His gaze had met the leader's. Wesley had huffed in annoyance. He did really like Nathan and treated him like a son, but at this point, he had gone off the deep end. They had been robbing banks from all over and trains, and surprisingly no lawmen had found their camp yet.
"Rhine, it doesn't matter! We need to get out of here." Wesley said, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. "We just need a bit more money and then we can leave and we can live a better life as a family." He had lowered his voice, but Nathan wasn't buying it all. He had raised his own hand and pushed Wesley's off of his shoulder.
"You're an insane son of a bitch, you know that? What happened to us already living a decent life? Just because we're outlaws and gunslingers and on the run from the law doesn't mean we still have to do all of those things," Nathan exclaimed. He was trying to be respectful, but his tone made it seem different than intended.
Wesley had pushed past Nathan who only turned and watched the leader walk away, frustrated. He felt fury in himself as well, and didn't want this to happen.
Very much rather than remembering something else, Nathan mentioning Wesley had made many memories and flashbacks come rushing into his mind, overflowing like a flood in a small town.